Teaching Black Sonja

Black Sonja sat alone in the bar with nothing to do. Boredom pushed her to touch herself, then further. She worked her fist inside, sliding knuckles past resistance until her hand disappeared. Sabrina Sweet walked in late, apology ready, but stopped when she saw what Sonja was already doing. She didn't speak. She came closer, added her fingers alongside Sonja's wrist, then took over with her own fist. Both of them stretched the same slick space until Sonja gasped around it.