Party!

Sonya’s flirting started subtle. A slow grind near the booth. Eyes locked, hips rolling to beats no one else quite followed. Cassy watched her from behind the decks, headphones slung around her neck like she already knew how the night would finish. Then Sonya got bolder, pressing her tits to the glass each time she leaned in to request a song. By last call the club felt empty and electric. Cassy killed the music, stepped around the console and kissed her hard, all tongue and heat. Sonya moaned into it, guided the DJ’s hand down between her legs and spread herself wider. Cassy dropped to her knees on the sticky floor, yanked Sonya’s thong aside, and dragged her tongue flat and firm over that slick, pulsing clit until Sonya bucked and grabbed fistfuls of dark hair, riding it, chasing every sloppy, wet stroke.