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amber glenn wasn’t used to places like this.

sure, she had been to her fair share of clubs and bars when her anxiety finally became too much to bare—or after particularly poor skating performances when shame and embarrassment seemed to overtake any of her better judgment—but this? lesbian strip clubs were entirely foreign to her.

amber swallowed thickly as she fought back the nerves making her skin buzz and tried not to stare at the sex workers as they passed by. 

a slim, petite blonde wearing an elaborate purple bodysuit; a redhead slightly taller than amber herself in a revealing bodycon dress; a stunning latina girl wearing a leather blazer with several clasps across the front and seemingly nothing else underneath.

amber lingered by the bar with kaori, who was almost entirely to blame for their attendance here tonight. 

amber leaned into kaori’s ear so she could be heard over the bass-heavy music filling the small building. “you realize you can come here and get fucked without me, right?” she asked in a raised voice, a teasing edge putting a tilt in her tone. 

kaori pouted playfully in response, calling back, “but it’s no fun coming alone!”

amber scoffed slightly. “well, what do you expect me to do after you sneak off to a private room with one of these girls?” she gestured around the room vaguely.

kaori looked at her as though the answer was blatantly obvious. “duh—find one for yourself,” she said. the pout on her lips had melted away into a knowing smirk, and amber found herself beginning to sweat under her friend’s intense, prying gaze. 

amber had never been the type of girl to go looking for a one-night stand—not that she was necessarily opposed to the idea of one. if she was honest with herself, maybe she could use the release. no strings attached.

she had spent her entire life on the ice, giving all of her time, attention, and energy to her sport. it gave her a sense of fulfillment, sure, but when she really stopped to think about it, amber knew it tended to take a severe toll on her mentally. her anxiety would get the better of her, and suddenly she was spiraling and pummeling off an imaginary emotional cliff—losing her focus and kicking herself in the process. 

yep—if anyone needed to get fucked tonight, it was amber glenn. 

amber felt a tug on the sleeve of her black mesh top then and returned from her thoughts to kaori pointing animatedly across the room. “you see that girl over there?” kaori asked, diverting her gaze with a sly grin as the girl in question glanced over at them.

amber sighed and rolled her eyes, keeping her own gaze downturned. “what?” amber asked, not searching for the girl just yet, “is she looking at you?”

amber played with her fingers for a moment before she felt kaori’s breath against her ear. “no…she’s looking at you.”

“what–?” amber started as she lifted her head, catching the mystery girl’s glance across the room for a brief moment before she continued into the crowd, disappearing from view. amber’s eyes traced the path the girl had taken, staring after her as though she had been entranced. 

the girl surely worked here.

the way she had carried herself across the room, her chin upturned and her posture relaxed, gave the impression that this was simply routine for her, something she was used to—maybe even something she did nightly.

amber had noticed the girl’s hair first—deep brunette with three distinct golden-striped halo rings falling in waves down to her shoulders. it looked soft and fluffy, with blonde bangs that framed her winged brown eyes down to round, mole-specked cheeks.

then—her outfit. a sleek black blazer covering a form-fitted dress shirt, with several buttons left undone down to a lacy black bra. the girl wore a pair of tights with a dainty design etched into the fabric underneath cropped black shorts and a pair of platformed doc martins. the look was perfectly androgynous and effortless in a way that was so attractive to amber she couldn’t even explain it to herself. 

kaori’s grin never left her face as she watched amber stare into the crowd for a long moment, her blue eyes desperately scanning each face for another glimpse of the mystery girl. “so… looks like you found someone for you, then,” kaori quipped. 

amber glared at her sidelong but couldn’t bring herself to protest. “well, she’s gone now,” amber sighed as she temporarily gave up her search.

“she’ll be back,” kaori said with certainty, still grinning. “you didn’t see the way she was looking at you.”

amber hesitated as kaori turned to study the cocktail menu. “…how was she looking at me?” amber asked, feeling overwhelmed.

kaori shrugged simply as she decided on a drink and beckoned the bartender over to them. “like she wanted to fuck you.”

she said it so easily that amber couldn’t even bring herself to overthink it. she blinked lamely, distracting herself with quickly choosing her own drink as she leaned on the bartop.

she absently watched the woman behind the counter mix their beverages and slide them over a few moments later. god, amber needed this right now. 

she had finished nearly half of her drink within the next few minutes, already feeling the warmth of the vodka-heavy beverage spreading throughout her body. unbeknownst to her, kaori had just locked eyes with a tall, dark femme perched on one of the couches in a seating area nearby.

“so… you’ll be fine on your own, right?” kaori was asking her suddenly, and amber’s eyes widened from behind the rim of her glass as she was taking another long drink. she almost choked as she swallowed it.

“no—kaori, don’t leave me alone like this, i’ll look lame as hell,” she pleaded, but kaori was already being swept away, abandoning her. 

“don’t forget to tip her well!” kaori called out finally with a wink as she crossed the room to join her femme, leaving amber with nothing but the thoughts in her head and the near-empty glass in her hand.

“that bitch–” seemed to be amber’s first thought as she downed the last of her drink and left her empty glass on the bartop counter. she stood in place for a moment, raking a hand through her blonde hair before a second, more decisive thought settled in her mind: fuck it.

with her sudden newfound, alcohol-induced confidence, she began to circle the room, searching every face and every corner of the club for her mystery girl. when she spotted her at last, amber’s heart bottomed out in her chest.

the girl was in the middle of what appeared to be a choreographed strip tease in a back corner of the room.

she had already shed her blazer on the floor of the small stage platform she occupied and was in the process of undoing the rest of those goddamned dress shirt buttons down the line of her torso. fuck…amber thought as her eyes trailed down the girl’s chest.

she felt something twist in her gut at the sight of countless pairs of eyes taking in the show, taking in the girl, taking in her body. amber flexed her fingers in and out of a fist without even realizing, and it suddenly occurred to her that she felt… jealous?

she was already on the verge of being tipsy—she definitely didn’t need that to add to the mix, especially not when she’d never even had an interaction with this girl before.

she watched with perplexity at her own raging emotions as the mystery girl faced her back to the crowd, rolling her shoulders as she slipped the white dress shirt further down her arms inch by painfully slow inch.

she already had the crowd eating out of the palm of her hand. shouts of “give us more!” and “take it off!” echoed throughout the press of onlookers.

amber herself had been stunned to silence at the sight, and again she found herself unable to pull her eyes away.

steadily, the girl drew the dress shirt down even lower, past the strap of her black lace bra, her shoulder blades, and further still as she revealed a tramp stamp on the small of her back depicting an intricate rose design… and then she let the piece of clothing fall to the ground as well, kicking it away in time with the music playing on a speaker somewhere out of sight. 

“ayo technology” was the song of choice, and the girl was suddenly pulling a chair into the center of the stage, pacing forward with a step on each beat of the music.

at the chorus change, she sank into the seat slowly, resting her arms on the back of the chair facing the crowd, her legs spread on either side of it. she rolled her hips forward in the seat suggestively and slipped a hand down her thigh and god amber wished that was her right about now. 

ooh, she wants it, she wants it

ooh, she wants it

i’m gonna give it to her… 

the girl let her hands roam all over her own body and amber swore she had started drooling as she stood watching in awe. 

the girl stood once again, slowly, the front of her body rubbing against the chair back as she got to her feet. a satisfied smirk settled onto her face at the cheers and claps that erupted from the crowd.

amber remained entirely still, captivated by the carefully practiced performance. the girl moved the chair out of center stage again to finish the choreography. 

your hips, your thighs…

they got me hypnotized, let me tell you

the girl rolled her hips in time with the lyrics, angling her knees outward as she dropped into a crouch, drawing both hands down her thighs at the same time. amber caught herself holding her breath, and she forced herself to inhale shakily through the nose as the girl fell onto all fours, her back arching smoothly as she curled her body low to the ground. amber paid careful attention to the way her tramp stamp tattoo curved downward with the shape of her body.

the girl flipped onto her back then, her legs extending into the air briefly before she stood again.

this time, as she smiled widely at the praise she received, a metallic flash caught amber’s eye. a piercing—a smiley piercing, to be exact—dangled against the girl’s teeth, gone as fast as it had appeared.

just like that, the performance was over, and the girl wriggled her fingers to the onlookers in a teasing little wave. 

amber was very effectively turned on. 

she was in the process of racking her mind for any possible way to start a conversation with the girl, for any way to approach her without giving away how fucking dazed she was feeling when the girl met her eyes from where she still stood onstage. 

amber froze, unsure if the girl really was looking at her. she glanced over her shoulder stupidly to ensure that no one was behind her, and when she turned back, the girl’s eyes were still locked on her, and she was chuckling softly now at amber’s obliviousness.

amber wanted to look away, wanted to hide the way her cheeks were quickly heating up in embarrassment, but the mystery girl was suddenly tracing amber’s body up and down with her eyes, biting her lower lip, testing every ounce of patience that amber somehow still possessed. 

apparently, she didn’t possess much. 

as though she were being lured in by some invisible force, amber’s legs were suddenly carrying her towards the stage. the girl had knelt to collect her clothes and was stepping off of the platform just as amber approached as casually as she could manage.

the crowd was dispersing around them, making the moment feel suddenly private as their eyes locked once more up close. amber immediately took note of their height difference—having to gaze down slightly at the shorter girl was already causing her to fumble with her words before she ever tried speaking. 

the other girl started for her. “hi, pretty girl,” she said, her tone low and steady now that the music had faded into a hum of background noise. “what do they call you?” 

“oh–well, um…” jesus fucking christ, amber, get it together— “i’m amber. and… you are?”

“alysa,” no-longer-mystery girl said as she tugged her dress shirt back up her arms, not bothering with any of the buttons this time. “but you can call me whatever you like.” 

alysa. it was perfect. simple. amber liked it. “alysa… alysa is good,” amber said. her mind felt hazy and unfocused; it took her a split second to realize that maybe what she had just said didn’t make any fucking sense. “i mean—i think i’ll just stick to calling you alysa,” she clarified hastily, forcing down the urge to face palm herself at how utterly ridiculous she must sound. 

but there was no judgement in alysa’s expression, and no condescension in her tone when she replied, “you’re cute. whatever you want works for me, okay?” 

amber steadied her voice before attempting a response this time. “okay. that… that sounds fine.”

“yeah?” alysa asked, tilting her chin up, testing the waters. her brown eyes were intense this close up; they glimmered in the dim overhead lighting, taking all of amber in with the slightest glance up and down her body for a second time. amber nodded without even thinking—her brain seemed to be working on autopilot at this point. whatever alysa said was just fine with her.

“yeah,” amber breathed.

“what do you say we take this somewhere? does that sound fine?” alysa asked in a coaxing voice, her hand slipping delicately into amber’s all of a sudden.

amber glanced down as alysa intertwined their fingers, then back up as she nodded again, eager.

“yes, please,” she agreed easily, breathing an internal sigh of relief at alysa taking the lead between them. evidently, amber was too useless to not make a fool out of herself if she tried. “can we go… somewhere quiet, maybe?” amber asked, casting a glance around at the increasingly distracting atmosphere surrounding them.

alysa broke into another wide grin—there was that smiley again, fuck—and narrowed her eyes with certainty. “oh, i know just the place.” 

with amber’s hand still locked in her own, alysa led the way through the room as though she owned the joint.

crowds parted instinctively wherever she approached, radiating confidence, and amber kept her eyes trained to the back of alysa’s head as they maneuvered between clusters of sweaty bodies and passed by numerous different sex acts and performances. 

on the opposite end of the building, a set of large black curtains were draped across the entrance to a more private section of the club. amber hadn’t noticed this before, and she already felt her heart beginning to thunder in her chest and in her ears as her anticipation grew. 

alysa tugged her along, maneuvering through this secluded area of the building just as easily. amber kept her eyes face-forward as they followed a long hallway that spanned the width of the building.

there were private rooms here, nearly all of them occupied—only some with privacy curtains drawn shut. as they passed by, alysa greeted who amber could only refer to as alysa’s coworkers casually as they engaged in whatever transactions they were carrying out with their clientele.

amber was not used to this. she was not used to this at all. 

“this way, babygirl,” alysa instructed with a glance over her shoulder as amber’s steps grew heavier, more tentative. 

amber swallowed and said nothing as they took a left at the end of the hall, where the back of the building opened up into what appeared to be some sort of spacious lounge. to amber’s surprise, there were few people here—and those few merely seemed to be engaged in pleasant conversation, nothing further than lustful gazes and lingering touches being exchanged. 

alysa faced amber fully as they entered, stepping backwards into the room with an expectant look in her brown eyes. “how’s this for quiet?” alysa prompted with a grin. 

amber sighed outwardly and shut her eyes in relief. “much… much better, thank you.”

“come over here,” alysa continued, guiding amber further into the room. there were countless seating options here, and alysa knowingly selected a loveseat as far from the others in the room as they could get.

amber settled into it stiffly at first, letting some of the tension ease as alysa joined her, brushing a hand over her thigh.

amber’s breathing stuttered at the touch. she rolled her shoulders once to loosen up, letting her eyes wander as she took in the warm lighting and overall sensual ambience of the room. 

“this is nice,” she concluded after a beat of silence. 

“yeah?” alysa smiled at her with half-lidded eyes. “this is where i usually bring people so we can… get more comfortable together, y’know.”

there was that pang of jealousy resounding in amber’s gut again at alysa’s words. at the reminder that alysa had done this countless times, with countless other women, and that ultimately, amber meant nothing when the night was over. she hated that feeling.

she was beginning to question if she should be getting into this at all when alysa replaced her hand on amber’s thigh, firm and intentional this time. she brushed her thumb over the clothed skin there once, twice—and amber’s second thoughts dissolved right where they had formed.

“so, where you from, pretty girl?” alysa asked with a trained curl to her lips.

that pet name was already doing things to amber. “texas, uh… i’m traveling here with a friend. for sports,” she explained. hence why she and kaori were visiting california for the time being.

alysa nodded as though this were the most interesting answer in the world, and amber wondered how much of a fake face she was putting on for amber’s sake. “you’re an athlete? what sport?” alysa asked, leaning in.

“i’m a figure skater.”

“no fucking way,” alysa said, her mouth falling agape. amber raised a brow as alysa added, “so am i.” 

amber visibly reacted to alysa’s words. she blinked as her her eyes widened slightly in disbelief. “you… what?” 

“i’m no professional or anything, but i’ve been training for a couple years now. i’m sure you’re a lot better than me, though,” alysa flattered her. when the look of astonishment still hadn’t left amber’s expression, alysa thought to explain further: “this is just a side gig. i’m only here a few nights a week for some extra cash.”

amber was stuttering, “but… you seem so good at this, i never would’ve guessed you were a figure skater too.”

alysa shrugged indifferently despite the compliment. “looks like we have more in common than we think.”

amber nodded thoughtfully at the remark. “yeah,” she said, “i guess we do.” 

a stripper and a figure skater? who the hell was this girl?

amber made a mental note to look her up later, positive that alysa was just being humble about how well she could skate.

but she filed that thought for now. alysa was eyeing amber up and down for a third time that evening and amber was quickly realizing that she would much rather be undressed by alysa’s hands than by her eyes. 

she let her own gaze mirror alysa’s, traveling up and down the other girl’s body—lingering for an extra beat on that damned lace bra resting beneath alysa’s unbuttoned shirt. amber noted alysa’s prominent collarbones and the defined line of her abdomen, already mapping out the path her lips could be following down alysa’s body if only they were alone…

“so–uh… what does it take to get one of those private rooms back there?” amber was asking before she could reconsider. 

alysa’s eyes narrowed at the question and an efficacious smirk settled across her cheeks. “nothing much,” she replied with a coy tilt of her head. then, she was placing her hand on the seat cushion between them, sitting up and leaning in close to speak into amber’s ear. her warm breath on amber’s neck sent a shiver throughout her body, the brunt of which landed right at amber’s core. “you just have to ask me really nicely…”

amber’s breath caught in her throat at the teasing inflection.

alysa leaned back just enough to catch her reaction, grinning down at her with that same dark, knowing look in her eye and the faint glint of piercing metal flashing against her teeth. 

“i… please, can we go?” amber asked directly in a hushed voice, feeling bashful and a bit overwhelmed all over again.

“if that’s what you want, baby,” alysa taunted in a low voice. 

heat was gathering low in amber’s stomach; she was throbbing at her core. “it–it is.”

“mm, i know,” alysa purred. “come on. i’ll take you to one.”

and again, amber was letting herself be dragged out of her seat, out of the lounge, back down the hall and into the first empty room they could find.

these rooms were small, with just enough space for the both of them to comfortably move around. a sturdy-looking chair with a plush seat and no arms took up space in the center of the room. 

“you want this closed, i’m guessing?” alysa asked, indicating the black velvety curtain in her grip. 

“please,” amber agreed, making no move to sit until alysa gave her some sort of cue. 

apparently, there was never going to be a cue. 

as the privacy curtain fell into place covering the room’s entrance, alysa was already upon her, pushing her backwards with a palm flat against her middle until amber was sitting, bracing herself against the seat of the chair as she fell into it. she gazed up at alysa through fluttering lashes, her lips parted expectantly.

alysa scoffed to herself at the sight, a dark grin on her lips. “damn, pretty girl. you already look fucked up.”

amber didn’t get a chance to respond. in one fluid motion, alysa had slipped her shirt off of her shoulders again, straddling amber’s lap and kissing her with enough intensity for amber’s limbs to go numb at the sensation.

amber’s hands remained gripped the seat of the chair until alysa pulled back just long enough to whisper, “you can touch me, y’know…” before closing the distance between them again.

right. fucking do something, amber, she thought, reaching for alysa’s waist.

“there you go,” alysa praised her quietly between languid kisses, and amber choked back the whimper rising in her throat. 

amber had kissed plenty of girls before—more than she could count on both hands, probably, but none like alysa. none this… experienced.

alysa kissed her slowly at first, matching amber’s pace. her hands embedded in amber’s hair, gripping but not tugging just yet. amber wished she would. she felt as though alysa was holding back for her, and she already needed so much more.

amber moved her lips faster, letting her hands slip lower down alysa’s back. alysa quickly reciprocated and leaned further into the kiss, arching her back into amber’s touch. she ground her hips once over amber’s lap, and amber threw her head back, her nails lodging further into alysa’s skin than she intended.

a thought occurred to amber abruptly as she craned her neck back, breaking away from the kiss. 

“wait, wait… don’t you guys, like, usually not kiss your clients?” she asked in a hushed voice, genuine curiosity forcing the question from her mouth. 

alysa furrowed her brows for a moment in thought before offering another subtle shrug. “usually not. but i guess i’m making an exception for you.” that was all amber needed to hear. 

amber pulled alysa in on her own this time, and alysa’s breath hitched a little at the unexpected forwardness. a smile crested amber’s lips.

her senses were being flooded with the aroma of a jasmine-scented perfume and what must have been one of alysa’s hair products—something slightly musky and floral. amber breathed it in as their lips worked faster, faster, pushing and pulling.

alysa ran her tongue along amber’s bottom lip, leaving a small nip in its wake, and amber parted her lips further on impulse, groaning at the sting alysa’s teeth had left behind. 

alysa accepted her wordless invitation, easing her tongue further into amber’s mouth. it was warm and deliciously wet, and amber pressed forward, desperate for more.

alysa licked along the roof of her mouth, ran her tongue over the line of amber’s teeth. amber felt a prod of metal against her upper lip and realized with a spark of warmth low in her gut that alysa’s piercing was being exposed while they kissed. 

“god…” amber groaned breathlessly. alysa chuckled darkly and drew her lips down amber’s chin, along her jaw and down to her neck.

when she reached the sensitive spot beneath amber’s ear, amber couldn’t conceal the whine growing in her throat any longer. 

alysa seemed to enjoy it when amber made noise. “you like that?” she asked, her lips lingering on the sensitive divot where amber’s neck met her jaw. the smirk on her face was prominent in her tone.

“mm… mhm,” amber managed, voice coming out strained. 

alysa was soon replacing her kisses on amber’s neck with her tongue, licking a stripe back up to amber’s ear. “do you like to be praised, babygirl?” she asked in a whisper. amber shivered again. 

amber considered the question, but the truth was, she didn’t know. she’d never been praised like this before. she told alysa as much in a small voice. 

a mischievous smile overtook alysa’s features. “well,” she started, “no better way to find out, right?” 

“right…” amber murmured. she felt both nervous and enlivened simultaneously, unsure what to expect. 

alysa scooted back on amber’s lap, and amber immediately became aware of the loss of warmth as alysa pulled away. she wanted to whine in protest—wanted to pull alysa back in—but she forced herself to sit still and watch. 

alysa glanced down at her own body absently, putting on a show of hooking a finger under one bra strap, easing it down her shoulder. “do you want this off?” she asked in an innocent voice. 

amber fully groaned at the teasing display. “alysa…” she complained, but alysa didn’t entertain her. amber huffed in frustration, nodding instead with half-lidded eyes.

“take it off then,” alysa said, and amber’s head was spinning at the command. the low hum of alysa’s voice was intoxicating. amber lifted her hands to the clasp of the alysa’s bra behind her back, but alysa stopped her. “no,” she instructed. “not your hands. use your mouth.” fuck.

“are you sure–” amber tried but alysa was already lifting herself off of amber’s lap, swinging her leg around so that her back faced amber now. as alysa sunk back down, amber’s eyes fell on her tattoo.

she could see the design more in-depth now. there was a rose in the center, yes, but surrounding it was a pair of bat wings depicted in what appeared to be a y2k-inspired art style. there were infinity symbols on each side of the design, as well, and numerous other symbols that amber didn’t recognize.

she wanted to run her fingers over it, to see if alysa would react to amber’s fingertips brushing her skin, to ask about the tattoo’s meaning and listen to alysa ramble about its significance in detail. but she had been given an instruction, and she didn’t want to disappoint. 

she held alysa’s hips steady in her hands as she leaned forward, grasping the bra clasp in her teeth obediently. alysa flexed her shoulders when amber’s teeth grazed her skin. 

amber breathed heavily through her nose as she struggled with the clasp, turning it over in her teeth until she ultimately settled for using her tongue. 

when the clasp was undone and the bra fell loose, she lifted her chin and tugged the straps down alysa’s arms, as well.

amber waited, particularly impatient, as alysa turned back around in her lap. alysa’s dark eyes bored into her as amber’s gaze raked over her bare chest—her full breasts and perky nipples shamelessly on display.

alysa was ridiculously attractive. amber was ridiculously wet. 

alysa held onto amber’s strong shoulders, pulling herself into amber’s ear again. “that was so good for me, baby,” she praised. her voice was husky. amber let her head fall limp against alysa’s neck.

“fuck…” amber trailed off, cursing at how fucking hot the praise was. apparently, she was into that.

alysa lifted amber’s head up with a finger under her chin. “do you want yours off too?” she asked, indicating amber’s own top and bra.

amber nodded again, but her head was starting to feel heavier, more foggy. she would be entirely satisfied, she thought, if alysa spent the entire night ordering her around. 

“arms up,” alysa was directing her. amber complied, and alysa giggled—evidently at how easy amber was. 

amber’s outfit was simple—black mesh crop top, black sports bra, black slacks.

alysa slid the thin fabric of amber’s top over her head, ensuring that amber wanted her bra off, as well, before easing her fingers under the band of it and removing it effortlessly. 

amber’s breath caught as alysa exposed her chest and promptly ran her hands over it, cupping amber’s breasts. “damn, amber…” alysa started, using amber’s real name for the first time all night. the name sounded more attractive rolling off of alysa’s tongue than amber had ever heard it used before. “when were you gonna mention that you’re fucking ripped?” alysa asked.

one of her hands roved over amber’s toned abdomen. she looked slightly taken aback by the sight—another first for the night.

again, she never gave amber a chance to think of a proper response. 

alysa’s thumbs were coming to rest on amber’s nipples, brushing over each one before quickening the motion a beat later.

she circled the sensitive buds with her thumbs carefully, gazing down at amber with a look that said she knew exactly what effect she was having on her.

amber’s chest was heaving now as alysa worked faster, accenting her thumbstrokes with a sharp pinch to each of amber’s nipples in unison. “god—fuck, alysa,” amber choked out. alysa’s grin widened. 

amber craned her neck against the back of the chair again before she remembered alysa’s words from earlier. “you can touch me, y’know…” 

desperate to feel alysa, now, too, amber drew her own hands up alysa’s sides from where they had been resting low on her waist.

alysa’s skin was so heated under amber’s palms, she could’ve sworn that her touch was beginning to have the same effect on alysa as alysa’s was on her. 

she cupped one of alysa’s breasts in her hand, squeezing it and massaging the nipple gently at first, then harder when alysa bit her lip, rolling her eyes back with a groan low in her throat. 

was amber really making her feel good, or was this all an act?

nevermind that—amber was suddenly determined to make sure that this was an encounter alysa remembered for a very long time. 

pressing forward, she closed her lips around alysa’s other nipple, licking a firm stripe over the tip.

“goddamn… you’re not bad at this, pretty girl,” alysa muttered, knotting her hands in amber’s hair again.

amber shifted her free hand back to alysa’s waist, dragging alysa against her lap, urging alysa to grind on her. 

alysa chuckled at amber’s forwardness. “oh, is that what you want?” she taunted in a voice like honey. 

“alysa—”

“be patient, baby, i’m working on it.”

amber fully whimpered against alysa’s chest. as she began painting open-mouthed kisses over alysa’s breasts, up the length of her sternum, along the line of her defined collarbones, alysa braced both hands against the back of the chair around amber’s head. 

the first roll of her hips against amber’s clothed lap felt like fucking flames.

amber kissed alysa desperately to stifle the moan tearing from her throat. 

“awe–” alysa complained against amber’s lips, “but i wanted to hear you.”

she feigned a disappointed expression that quickly shifted into a devilish curve at the edges of her lips. then, she ground her hips down again, prolonging the movement as their cores aligned.

this time, amber was forced to moan into alysa’s open mouth, clutching onto alysa harder to keep herself grounded. alysa’s self-satisfied smirk was sinful.

“ahh, there we go,” she exclaimed softly, gracing a thumb over amber’s cheek. 

“sh–shut up,” amber wavered, voice unsteady. alysa did the very opposite. 

as her movements fell into a rhythmic pattern, she found amber’s ear again, kissing at her sensitive spot before she hummed, “i bet you’re soaked for me, aren’t you, babygirl?”

amber hated how worked up she already was. if alysa kept her pace up like that, amber was sure she would be cumming any minute now. “alysa—” she pleaded, needing alysa to slow down but dreading the moment she lost any of this built-up friction at the same time. 

“use your words…” alysa urged. i can’t, amber wanted to say. 

“can–can you… god, please–”

“you can do it, baby.” alysa’s voice was gratingly calm. 

“touch me—please,” amber begged, eyes screwed shut and lips parted around another moan that had been lost to her words. 

alysa cocked her head to the side—damn her, the fucking tease she was—but even as one of her hands began to drift lower down amber’s body, alysa’s hips never stopped working. 

amber grappled for the words to make alysa understand how close she already was, but something gave her the impression that alysa was already more than aware. god, this girl would be the death of her. 

“where do you need me to touch you, pretty girl?” alysa’s hand had found the space between their bodies, her fingertips ghosting over amber’s core through her pants. 

“mmm…” amber grunted, swallowing thickly. “there—right there.”

alysa’s fingers wandered, trailing over amber’s thigh and earning her a riled whine from the depths of amber’s throat. “where baby?” she clicked her tongue. “looks like you’re gonna have to show me.”

amber’s groan this time came from a place of pure sexual frustration. “you are so—”

“i know,” alysa cut her off, sounding more proud of herself than anything. “but complaining won’t get you anywhere with me.”

amber should’ve been more irked than she was. any other person might have lost their cool by now, might even have gotten up and left, taking their wallet with them not having lost a penny.

but truthfully, alysa being a brat turned amber on more than she cared to admit. 

fed up, amber grabbed alysa’s wrist abruptly, meeting her eyes with a pointed look. alysa’s grin faded into a more serious expression—something challenging, testing, maybe.

amber guided alysa’s hand back to her core, holding it there as she said, “here. i want you to touch me here.” 

it was the most direct amber had been so far. it occurred to her then that maybe alysa’s teasing had a purpose. it had certainly ignited something inside of amber—something resolute.

amber felt alysa’s fingers twitch against her. she needed to get the rest of these fucking clothes off. 

she released alysa’s hand to fumble with the clasps of her pants, but alysa stopped her this time. “let me do it,” she said.

amber was overwhelmed with the urge to kiss her again as she caught the earnesty reflecting in alysa’s eyes, but she held back. 

alysa easily unbuttoned her pants, and amber raised her hips up—still supporting alysa’s weight—for alysa to fully slide the pants down her thighs.

amber kicked them off and alysa immediately returned her fingers to amber’s core, the bundle of pleasure ebbing in her stomach quickly growing again at the meticulous contact.

amber gasped, and alysa stole her opportunity to raise her dominant hand to amber’s mouth, easing two fingers past amber’s lips. “wha—” amber started, but alysa’s fingers silenced her.

“suck them,” alysa ordered. her tone was curt; her expression remained entirely even. 

amber whimpered around alysa’s fingers as the hand between her thighs drew agonizingly slow circles around her clit through her underwear. amber’s hips twitched involuntarily, her ab muscles spasming with the rate of her frantic breathing. 

her tongue stroked the length of alysa’s fingers in her mouth, and alysa pushed them further, deep enough to curl against the back of amber’s tongue.

the sensation triggered amber’s gag reflex, and she fought to restrain the embarrassing physical reaction, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. 

when alysa was satisfied, she removed her fingers, reveling in how wrecked amber looked, admiring the sheen of amber’s saliva coating her middle and ring fingers now. “such a good girl,” alysa declared.

“don’t tease,” amber shot back, but her throat was too raw to express any real conviction. 

“you like it.” and alysa was right. amber really fucking did. 

the hand at amber’s core was shifting to the waistband of her boxers now, tugging on them in an unspoken cue. amber raised her hips again for alysa to remove the last piece of clothing she still had intact. alysa wasted no more time once they were off.

her dominant hand snaked down amber’s body, fingers still soaked in amber’s spit. she took her time settling her hand directly over where amber needed it most, making amber squirm underneath the ghost of alysa’s touch.

“don’t make me beg again,” amber pleaded. 

“but it sounds so good when you do.” alysa’s voice was practically dripping with seduction.  

amber jerked her hips up to reach alysa’s fingers, but alysa pinned her to the chair with her free hand. “you’re so difficult—” amber started, but her words broke off as alysa abruptly drew a stripe through amber’s folds, a cry ripping from amber’s throat. 

“oh my god…” amber breathed, her hands flying up to tangle in alysa’s blonde and brunette-striped hair. she tugged at alysa’s roots harder than intended as she attempted to ground herself, but alysa made no complaint.

she had already found amber’s pleasure point just beneath her clit and was applying languid strokes, watching amber slowly far apart under her touch. 

alysa was… so fucking good at this. amber didn’t want to think about exactly why alysa was so good at this while alysa was in the middle of fucking her, so she racked her muddled brain for anything she could say, anything she could think of to distract herself.

“alysa—fuck, i need you to talk to me,” she blurted then, her voice rising into a moan as alysa applied extra pressure to her clit. 

alysa hummed low in her throat, considering amber’s request. “do you want me to tell you how fucking wet you are?” her eyes were dark as she gazed down at amber with so much control in comparison to amber’s wild yearning and desperation. 

“i can feel it…” amber whined, her cheeks burning up. “on your fingers.” 

“guess you didn’t even need to suck them, then,” alysa was saying, pretending to be deep in thought as she quickened her pace. 

amber was being undone faster than she could process.

the muscles of her lower stomach were coiling with her increasing need, her thighs clenching around alysa’s hand. her heart was thrumming so loudly in her ears that alysa’s voice was nearly drowned out as she spoke again: “you look so hot, baby. so good for me.”

“fuck, ‘lysa,” amber’s words came out low and slightly slurred. she rolled her hips up, fucking herself in time with alysa’s fingers. “mm—that feels so fucking good.” 

“i know it does, babygirl. keep going.” 

amber couldn’t stop if she tried. bliss was washing over her senses, numbing them down to nothing apart from alysa—alysa’s presence, alysa’s touch, and now, alysa’s lips. 

amber moaned into alysa’s mouth again as alysa kissed her ravenously. she clung to alysa’s lips, lifting her hands to alysa’s cheeks and holding her close.

she deepened the kiss with urgency as she was forced closer and closer to her peak. alysa never let up.

“more,” amber begged in between kisses, “please.”

“do you want me inside, baby?” 

“fuck, i don’t care, but i’m close–” amber stuttered, capturing alysa’s lips again. 

alysa took that as a sign to slip her fingers lower, easing inside amber’s entrance first with one finger, then adding a second soon after. 

amber gasped as she was stretched out around alysa’s fingers.

alysa fucked her with a practiced curling motion deep inside of her, keeping her thumb on amber’s clit for added pressure. 

amber was beginning to see stars. “close—i’m really fucking close, alysa,” she warned. 

alysa took in every detail of amber’s face—from her pressed brows and pleading blue eyes to her gaping lips, and the sweat beading on her temple. “you’re perfect, amber,” she said, in a voice so hushed that amber surely couldn’t hear it over her own ragged breathing.

with another well-timed jerk of her fingers and stroke of her thumb, amber was plummeting over the edge of pleasure. the moan that left her lips was the sweet reward for alysa’s efforts, and she worked amber through her orgasm gently until her body fell still, relaxed.

she leaned on alysa for support, and alysa held her there, rubbing a smooth hand over her shoulders and back. 

this was not something alysa was used to—the connection, the closeness of it all. 

most of her client interactions were strictly transactional—get the job done and get paid had become her mantra, of sorts.

but amber felt… different, somehow. alysa couldn’t pinpoint exactly why in this moment; amber was already sitting back, reaching for her clothes to cover herself up again.

she didn’t want to be the only one here still completely nude, alysa presumed. understandable. 

alysa flashed amber a warm smile as the blonde managed to pull her boxers back on with a bit of alysa’s help. for the first time in a long time, alysa couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound forced or cliché.

amber helped, speaking first. 

“that was… really fucking good,” amber sighed contentedly with a returned smile. “can i say thanks, or is that kinda weird?” 

alysa considered the question, answering at last, “not weird. i just fucked you for, like, twenty minutes, so…”

amber hid behind her hands with an awkward huff of laughter. alysa found it endearing. “right,” amber said. “i guess you did.”

she dropped her arms after a stretch of wordlessness and their eyes met again for a beat, then two, then three. “well… um, i’m gonna get dressed. my friend might be waiting for me out there,” amber said softly, as though she didn’t want to disturb the charged air between them. 

“oh—right, yeah,” alysa said lamely, climbing out of amber’s lap.

she found her own bra and shirt on the ground, and they redressed themselves in unison, silent. 

the tension in the room felt like static; it was buzzing throughout alysa’s body and mind.

she stole a brisk glance at the muscles of amber’s back before they were concealed beneath her top again, surprising herself as a twinge of dismay resounded in the back of her mind.

✦ ✦ ✦

amber tipped alysa more than generously for the events of that evening, casting her a final glance—somewhere between longing and merely conclusive—before heading off in search of kaori.

she found her friend right where she had abandoned amber earlier, lingering by the bar, scrolling through her phone absently. 

amber approached with a sigh, already anticipating the relentless questions she was sure to be facing for the rest of the night. 

sure enough, kaori was already smirking at her wittingly through narrowed eyes. “…have funnn?” she dragged the word out in a mocking voice, and amber pushed her away.

“stop that—” amber chided, quickly changing the subject. “did you have fun?”

kaori took the bait easily, holding the back of her hand to her forehead with a dramatic, far-off expression. “yes,” she sighed with satisfaction. “the sex was great, thank you for asking.”

“gross,” amber’s face twisted, but she huffed a laugh nonetheless. 

“oh—wait, let me go pay our tab before i forget,” kaori said suddenly, moving down the counter to get the bartender’s attention. 

amber played with her fingers as she waited, her gaze downturned until she felt a familiar hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

she started slightly, but before she could look up, something was being slipped into her hands—someone leaning into her ear.

“don’t spend it all at once,” they spoke. 

amber immediately recognized alysa’s husky voice over the drone of music and chatter she was reacclimating to.

she turned her head just in time to catch alysa winking at her, her eyes promptly shifting back to the object in amber's hands—a crinkled five dollar bill. 

“alysa… i’m pretty sure this isn’t how this is supposed to work,” amber replied with a disbelieving chuckle, their faces just inches apart. neither girl moved away.

alysa shrugged in perfect nonchalant alysa fashion. “don’t mention it,” she said coolly. “just thought i owed you something in return for earlier.”

she chanced the briefest glance at amber’s lips, and amber thought she may have simply imagined it. her mind was racing again, but alysa spoke again before she could find words herself.

“oh, and…you might want to check that bill. i think there was something on abe lincoln’s face.”

bemused, amber reluctantly broke their fragile eye contact, unfolding the crumpled bill in her hands.

she smoothed it, flipped it over to the face side, and sure enough—alysa hadn’t been lying. scribbled across abe lincoln’s face in thick black marker was a phone number.

alysa’s phone number. 

amber gaped down at the messy handwriting for a long moment. too long.

by the time she snapped her head back up, alysa was already disappearing into the crowd without a second glance over her shoulder. 

amber scoffed, an unsurprised smirk unfolding across her face. fucking tease, she thought as she watched alysa go, her tramp stamp just barely visible through the thin material of her shirt.