Girls' night out

Sonya finds Peaches outside the club. One glance and the night makes up its mind for them. They move inside together, hips brushing as they order their first round. Cocktails hit fast. Heat pools low in each of them. When the crowd thickens they slip away down a dim hall behind the DJ booth. It is quiet there. They press into the wall, lips meeting hard. Peaches' hand slides beneath Sonya's skirt, fingers finding heat already slick. Sonya moans into Peaches' mouth while her own hand tugs the strap of Peaches' dress aside. A breast spills free and Sonya's tongue circles the nipple until it tightens to a point. She drops to her knees on the hard tile, pushes fabric higher, and tastes salt and want between Peaches' thighs. Peaches bites her own wrist to stay quiet, hips rolling against Sonya's tongue. Minutes stretch until her knees buckle. She pulls Sonya up, spins her, and takes her from behind with quick, firm strokes of her fingers until Sonya comes with a soft, ragged cry. They straighten skirts, share a single sharp laugh, and drift back into the thump of bass like nothing ever happened.