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Vi sighed as she leaned against the wall of the nightclub.
She was D.D. tonight, so she didn’t get to do anything but smoke, and she couldn’t even do that unless she walked outside.
A quick look confirmed that Pow and Ekko were both just fine, and that…yeah, she could probably take a few for a smoke break. Might make the rest of the night more bearable.
She pushed off the wall and made her way through the crowd, ignoring people trying to talk to her or pull her onto the floor.
As she walked outside, she exchanged a fistbump with Sevika, who was on the door tonight. Vi also worked as a bouncer, turning away drunk idiots, but, tonight, she was off, which meant that she could peace the fuck out and leave for a smoke whenever she wanted. Tonight, she didn’t have to worry about anybody but Pow and Ekko, who she worried about anyway.
Tonight…she was free.
Vi leaned up against a wall again, this time outside, pulling a cigarette and a lighter out of her pocket.
She’d barely lit the damn thing when her eyes were pulled to a couple walking toward her.
Taking a long drag, Vi held her breath long enough to hate herself for eyeing a pair of mile long legs, and then blew out a big cloud of smoke as she thought about the fact that legs that good were fuckin’ wasted on Caitlyn Kiramman, British socialite and all-around stuck-up bitch.
They’d never spoken - and Vi was sure Little Miss Perfect had never noticed her - but Powder was obsessed with all the celebrity gossip, so Vi knew who she was, and she'd seen her on TV, and she'd even seen her at the club, when she and her rich friends were in town and decided they wanted a wild night out, and every time, the way she looked down her perfect nose told Vi everything she needed to know about what Caitlyn thought of everybody but a chosen fuckin’ few.
As the couple came closer, Vi could hear that they were arguing.
The guy looked pissed, and Caitlyn looked…also pissed? Maybe tired? Vi couldn’t tell. Her gorgeous, sharp-featured face was always screwed up into that snooty ass expression.
Vi ignored the squeeze of her lower stomach that reminded her she was a sucker for a mean girl. Especially a fucking hot one.
“You’re what? You’re leaving?” Caitlyn demanded, waving one long-fingered hand, her motions jerky. Aggravated.
The guy scoffed, rolling his eyes and fishing in his pocket for his keys.
Vi took another drag, ignoring them.
She wasn’t on fucking security tonight, she didn’t know anything about the situation, it wasn’t her goddamn job, and they weren’t goddamn friends.
Caitlyn sniffed, her face screwing up even bitchier. “Well?”
“Yeah!” the guy burst out, sneering at her. “Yeah, I’m fucking leaving!”
“What? You made a commitment–” Caitlyn reminded him, clearly hacked the fuck off.
The guy’s thin lips twisted, and he got way in Caitlyn’s personal space to snarl into her face, “I don’t have any fucking plans with a frigid bitch who’s not even gonna put out after I made all the effort to come down here.”
Blinking in shock, her perfect face going slack, Caitlyn gasped, “Excuse me?”
Not my business, not my business, Vi thought, taking another big inhale and debating moving farther down the sidewalk.
But then…
Then the guy reached a meaty hand up and wrapped it around Caitlyn’s bare upper arm, yanking her toward him.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” Caitlyn demanded, angry, her voice a little higher pitched as she tried to tug her arm back.
Scared.
Vi exhaled, blew out a cloud of smoke, and pushed off the wall, moving slower than she really wanted to, with how the guy was actively trying to pull a struggling Caitlyn up against him as he said disgusting shit to her about not giving him what he wanted. What she fucking owed him.
Asshole.
Still, Vi made her way over casually. Didn’t want to make this any worse.
Plus, it was her night off. She didn’t want to have an unsatisfying fistfight with some dick who couldn’t throw a decent punch.
“We got a problem here?” Vi asked, slouching over as she took another drag on her cigarette.
She waited to toss it on the ground and stub the glowing butt with the toe of her boot until she was close enough that she could physically intervene if she needed to.
Both of them froze, and the picture was kind of funny for a second, before Caitlyn used the opportunity to slide her arm free and step back far enough that he couldn’t grab her again.
Vi ignored that Caitlyn had tucked herself subtly behind her, seeming to decide that she, a perfect fucking stranger with a beat up mug and a bad attitude was safer than the guy she was with.
The guy registered what was happening a little slower, his slack face twisting into a scowl as he looked down at his hand and realized Caitlyn’s arm was no longer in it, and then at Vi…and Caitlyn.
“Mind your own fucking business,” he sneered, tilting his chin up like he thought that was gonna make him intimidating.
Fucking pathetic.
“Yeah…” Vi shrugged, finally blowing out her lungful of smoke, making sure the cloud surrounded the guy’s head, “...this is my business.”
Slightly behind her, Vi heard Caitlyn sigh out a small, relieved breath.
And something about that…that small sound made Vi fucking pissed.
Coughing, the guy glared. “How the fuck is it your business? You’re just a trashy fuckin’ dyke with a shitty haircut–”
“Hey hey,” Vi interrupted, grinning at the guy. All teeth. “Don’t mock the undercut.”
“I’ll say whatever I want! You’re not worth my fuckin’ time, gutter trash.”
Real creative.
Vi was really fucking tired of this guy.
It was her goddamn night off.
Behind her, Caitlyn stepped a little closer, and the guy noticed the motion, looking between them.
“Oh, is this why you won’t open those skinny fucking legs?” the guy taunted Caitlyn, smiling like he thought he was fucking clever.
Caitlyn didn’t say shit, and neither did Vi.
Vi did cock a scarred eyebrow when the guy started to take a step forward.
Him setting his foot back down was the smartest thing he’d done all night.
He laughed, shaking his head and finally backing up. “This is too perfect.”
Vi didn’t think he was being sincere.
“The chancellor’s daughter, a fucking lesbo.”
Vi snorted. “Seriously? Lesbo? What are you, thirteen?”
The guy lifted his chin again, and Vi wondered if he was actually trying to look at the sky, or if he just thought that was how you made yourself look tough.
He sniffed again.
Maybe he had a cold.
“It would seem my girlfriend and I have some things to discuss, so if you don’t mind…get out of the way.”
Vi smiled at him, ignoring the rising, pulsing urge, the twitch of her fingers that screamed at her to deck him for his slimy fucking request. His fucking entitlement.
He really expected her to move.
Shrugging and subtly rolling her shoulders, making the motion look a little bigger - more intimidating - Vi told him, “I do mind, actually.” Half-turning to Caitlyn, Vi slid an arm around her tiny waist, praying she played along. “We’ve got plans.”
The shocked look on his face might have been funny if the situation weren’t so fucking shit.
“Have a good night,” Vi said, her tone fucking menacing as she turned both of them up the block and headed for the entrance.
She hoped he had the night he deserved.
Under her hand, Caitlyn’s waist was warm and more muscular than Vi had expected.
Behind them, the guy was yelling about his father hearing about this, and Vi could feel Caitlyn tensing up.
“Relax,” she muttered.
She just needed to get them in the club, and then Vi could get back to her night off while Caitlyn drank herself stupid. Sevika was on the door and Clagg was at the bar, and Vi would tell them to keep an eye out.
Then she could wash her hands of this whole thing.
“Made a new friend, I see,” Sevika taunted quietly as Vi pushed Caitlyn gently in front of her, trying to ignore that she could feel defined muscles along her spine.
Vi ignored Sevika too, other than inclining her head in thanks that she’d let them straight in instead of playing the game she sometimes liked to play where she pretended not to know them until they did whatever stupid thing she wanted that night. Vi’d once done a handstand and sung “Barbie Girl” before Sevika would let them in.
The things she did for her baby sister.
A quick glance up the block showed her that the guy was nowhere to be found, so that was one problem solved.
Good fucking riddance.
Now all Vi had to do was drop Little Miss Perfect at the bar, and then she could get on with her night.
______
Vi sighed as she felt someone following her.
She’d just left Caitlyn at the bar - bitch barely even said “thank you” - and she needed to take a fucking leak, and it just fucking figured that she was about to have more goddamn trouble on her fucking night off.
Vi shouldered the door to the bathroom open and waited until she heard someone come in behind her - and heard the door close - to turn around quickly, keeping them cornered–
“For fuck’s sake,” Vi groaned, rolling her eyes and relaxing when she’d seen who’d followed her.
“I beg your pardon?” Caitlyn demanded, offended.
Vi just scoffed at her.
Caitlyn scoffed right back. “What?”
Sighing, Vi turned around and shoved open the door to a stall. She did have to pee.
As she did her business, she tried not to laugh at the awkward throat clearing she could hear out by the sink.
When she finished up, Vi walked out as casually as she could, turning on the sink to wash her hands. “You’re still here? Jesus, what if I’d had to take a shit?”
Caitlyn wrung her hands together, awkward as hell. “Well, I–”
Vi snorted. Typical. “You got a fuckin’ fetish or somethin’?”
The sideways look she shot Caitlyn as she turned off the sink revealed that she was blinking, eyes wide, as the question registered.
“Wha– no, of course not, I just–”
“--thought we were friends? Thought it might be fun to slum it for the night with the gutter trash who rescued you out there? You’re welcome, by the way.”
Vi shook off her hands, rolling her eyes.
The sooner she could get out of this fucking bathroom, the better.
“No, I–” Caitlyn made a noise of frustration, face scrunching up, and then she was really fuckin’ close.
Vi held her breath, not wanting to break the weird fucking moment.
“You’re infuriating,” Caitlyn breathed, and Vi tried - and failed - not to shiver when warm breath ghosted over her lips.
“Yeah, well–” Vi started to snark back…and then Vi’s night was officially the weirdest she’d had in a while, because Caitlyn Kiramman, conservative politician’s daughter, was kissing her like she was fucking starving and Vi was an all-you-can-eat buffet in the desert.
She tasted like mint and she smelled like something sweet and fucking addictive, and Vi still thought this was weird as fuck, but she went with it anyway.
______
Caitlyn moaned against the stranger’s lips, lacing her fingers into soft, pink hair and scratching her nails over that damned undercut.
She didn’t know what had come over her.
She’d never done anything like this.
But, then…she’d never met anyone as fucking hot as the woman winding a steely arm around her waist.
The kiss was rough and messy, and as the stranger cradled the back of her neck - surprisingly gentle even as she used that hand to tilt Caitlyn’s head back and nip at her throat - Caitlyn realized that while she didn’t give a shit about consequences right now…she really didn’t want to get caught making out with this woman in a club bathroom.
Luckily, the stranger didn’t protest as Caitlyn pulled her into one of the bathroom stalls by the collar of her jacket…but she did laugh a husky laugh that shot heat straight between Caitlyn’s legs as she fumbled with the lock and shoved her broad back up against the door.
“Pretty eager there, huh, Princess?”
“Shut up,” Caitlyn growled, barely recognizing her own voice as she braced her hands against the door on either side of a pink-haired head and leaned down, licking a stripe up the side of the woman’s neck - over her neck tattoo.
God, what was she doing?
“Whatever you sa–ay!” the woman panted, gasping prettily as Caitlyn traced her tongue over the shell of her ear.
Mm.
Strong hands gripped Caitlyn’s hips, her waist, her ribs, and, faintly, she realized her thighs were quivering as she waited for the woman to touch her properly.
Her blood felt like it was on fire, and every single touch was making her absolutely ache between her thighs. She was so worked up that she was practically begging a stranger to fuck her in a bathroom stall.
And she didn’t even care.
Because the stranger tasted like cigarettes and candy and had hands that felt like magic.
______
Vi pushed Caitlyn up against the stall door, switching their positions as she attacked her arched neck with kisses and little bites she was surprised Caitlyn wasn’t griping about.
Vi was going out of her goddamn mind as Caitlyn’s fingernails scratched through her undercut and dug into the back of her neck.
Groaning as she cupped Caitlyn’s perfect tits in her hands, Vi squeezed, enjoying Caitlyn’s gasp, and then…
Vi kept her eyes on Caitlyn’s face as she hooked her fingers in the top of her strapless dress and pulled it down, freeing those perfect fucking tits for her mouth to play with.
Needy little noises echoed in her ears, driving her insane as she swirled her tongue around a nipple and pinched the other one hard - harder when Caitlyn’s hand came up over hers and pinched tighter, guiding her to twist–
Doing as Caitlyn guided her to, Vi treated her a little rough, pulling on the nipple trapped between her fingers, and Caitlyn’s gasping whimpers were fucking music as Vi soothed the sting with her tongue.
She stood straight again, not bothering to pull Caitlyn’s dress up before she hooked her hand under Caitlyn’s knee and hiked it over her hip.
“Leave that there for me, will ya, Princess?” Vi teased, giving her knee a pat, and Vi took a lot of fucking pleasure in watching Caitlyn’s offended expression morph into one of desperate understanding as Vi trailed her fingers up the inside of her silky thigh.
When her fingers brushed against the edge of Caitlyn’s underwear, slim fingers tightened in her hair, yanking as Caitlyn rolled her hips toward Vi’s stomach.
Grinning, Vi stopped the gentle stroking of her fingertips.
Caitlyn’s eyes flew open, and the blue was hazy and furious as she glared.
“What are you doing?” she whispered harshly, and Vi actually had to put some effort into resisting as Caitlyn used a shockingly strong leg to try to pull her forward.
Vi shrugged, pretending to be casual even though she wanted what was about to happen as much as Caitlyn did.
Didn’t mean she couldn’t tease her, though.
How often was she going to get this opportunity?
“Sorry,” Vi husked, “Did you want something?”
Caitlyn smacked her shoulder, hissing, “Don’t play dumb.”
Vi slid her hand away from the crease of Caitlyn’s thigh, coasting her palm over her sharp hipbone and down to grab her ass, enjoying watching her whimper and pant, liking how desperate she was for this.
Vi’s eyes widened when Caitlyn actually growled at her in frustration, tugging her closer again with that strong, lean leg around her waist, and when Caitlyn’s eyes squeezed shut and her the back of her head thunked back against the bathroom door, Vi finally took pity on her, trailing the fingertips of her other hand up her thigh and pressing her knuckles against the soaked center of her underwear.
Caitlyn’s high-pitched whimper made Vi’s toes curl in her boots.
The bathroom door banging open and the sound of giggles and a loud, drunken conversation broke their bubble a little bit, but when Vi’s eyes met Caitlyn’s…
Yeah, they were doing this.
Instead of talking, because they couldn’t right now without being found out, Vi pressed her knuckle into Caitlyn’s pussy, feeling her lips part underneath her underwear, tucking her finger nicely up against her clit.
Caitlyn bit her lip, nodding, and Vi took that as her sign to hook her fingertips around the leg hole of her underwear…and pull it to the side.
Behind the door Vi had Caitlyn pressed up against, there was still chatter and the sound of hand washing and God knew what else, but in here…in here, Vi was touching the tips of two fingers to Caitlyn’s opening, and watching dark eyelashes flutter as she pressed forward slowly, sinking her fingers into slick, tight heat.
The sounds of other people faded, and when Vi was sure they were alone, she pulled her fingers almost all the way out, watching Caitlyn’s bare tits heave, and slid them back in firmly - not rough, not yet, but just enough to find out if maybe Caitlyn liked to be fucked the way she liked her tits played with.
Vi repeated the motion - almost out…then firmly back in, all the way to her third knuckle - and Caitlyn’s frantic nodding before she pulled Vi in for a desperate, open-mouthed kiss answered her question.
Grinning against Caitlyn’s lips, Vi dug her fingers into Caitlyn’s ass and spread her feet a little wider, bracing so she could fuck Caitlyn properly.
Caitlyn’s hips rocked in time with her fingers, her pussy taking her fingers in deeper on every stroke, and as Vi let Caitlyn suck on her tongue - and tried not to pass the fuck out - she scissored her fingers on her thrusts, feeling Caitlyn open for her, spread nice and easy…
When Vi slid a third finger in on her next thrust, Caitlyn buckled forward and bit her shoulder hard enough that she could feel it through her leather jacket.
Vi slowed for a sec, suddenly worried she’d hurt her, but then Caitlyn whined in her ear and rolled her hips, and Vi resumed her pace, earning herself more nodding and a “ God, yes.”
Caitlyn was so wet that Vi could feel her filling her palm, and she hadn’t even fucking come yet, fuck.
She was close though, if the tightening of her pussy around Vi’s fingers and the tightening of her leg around Vi’s hips was any indication.
Her whole, lithe body was going tense…and Vi wanted to make her snap.
She dug her fingers harder into Caitlyn’s ass, holding in an iron grip, and tucked her mouth against the side of Caitlyn’s neck, sucking marks into it as she fucked her harder with her fingers.
Caitlyn’s panting and whimpering got faster and faster, and Vi felt her hands…let go?
Vi pulled back from toying with Caitlyn’s earlobe with her tongue to see why Caitlyn wasn’t touching her anymore, and…
Oh fuck.
It was because she was touching herself.
She was pinching and twisting her nipple cruelly with one hand and rubbing fast circles on her clit with the other, and Vi was about to fucking bust just from looking at her.
Fuck.
Caitlyn’s mouth dropped open, and a sort of… wail started to build in her throat, and Vi really, really wanted to hear her scream, but as the sound grew louder, the bathroom door banged open again, and Vi quickly let go of Caitlyn’s ass to clamp her hand over Caitlyn’s mouth, just in time for her eyes to slam shut and her pussy to clamp down hard, gushing all over Vi’s hand, dripping onto the floor.
______
Caitlyn came to slowly, her breathing returning to normal faster as she felt Vi’s hand gently release its solid grip on her mouth.
As she blinked her way back toward reality, her vision filled with a smug, scarred, gorgeous face.
Once her ears stopped ringing, Caitlyn could hear that the bathroom was quiet.
“Are we–?”
“--alone?” The stranger grinned. “Yeah. Didn’t matter much to you a few minutes ago.” That grin widened. “Kinky.”
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, huffing at her in a way that was perhaps slightly less effective than it would have been if she didn’t still have her breasts out and her underwear shoved to the side.
She was, other than the privacy offered by the door behind her, entirely exposed.
The realization made her toes curl and flex a little.
The woman in front of her really was stunning.
And spectacular in other ways, as well.
The woman snorted, rolling her eyes, but was surprisingly gentlemanly as she helped Caitlyn lower her shaky leg to the floor.
“Got enough of what ya came for, Cupcake?”
“Cupcake?” Caitlyn asked, quizzical…and a tad insulted. Really, the cutesy nicknames were a bit much–
Her eyes widened as the woman slid her fingers - three of them - into her mouth and sucked them clean before, God, licking her lips and smirking at her.
“Yeah, you know. Because you’re so sweet.”
Caitlyn couldn’t help her pathetic whimper.
The woman’s scarred eyebrow raised. “Maybe you didn’t get enough. Insatiable, huh, Princess?” she goaded.
Caitlyn cleared her throat, standing up as straight as she dared on unsteady legs, and raised her own eyebrow. “I’d consider it rude not to return the favor first.”
“The favor, huh?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“You even know my name?”
Caitlyn’s feigned confidence faltered a bit. “Um.”
“Thought so,” the woman sighed, playful - dangerous. Her expression shifted as she shrugged. “It’s Vi.”
“Vi?”
“Yeah, Vi.”
“Is that short for something?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Caitlyn stared at her. “I would, actually.”
The woman - Vi - stared back at her flatly. “Get used to disappointment.”
Caitlyn pursed her lips, reaching a hand slowly forward to curl her fingers around the lapel of Vi’s leather jacket and tug her closer, so she could feel her breath on her lips.
“You haven’t been disappointing at all, so far,” Caitlyn murmured.
Vi swallowed, her pale irises being slowly eclipsed by her pupils. “That so?”
“Mm.”
Vi leaned in, nearly melding their lips together again as Caitlyn pretended like she wasn’t about to hyperventilate.
She was close enough that Caitlyn felt rather than saw her grin. “Like I said. Get used to disappointment.”
With that, Caitlyn was being moved easily aside and Vi was slipping past her out of the stall door.
A second later, while still very much in the process of trying to stuff her chest back into her dress and rearrange her ruined underwear, Caitlyn heard the bathroom door bang open and shut.
Just like that, she was alone, left reeling by the best orgasm of her life in the most uncharacteristic place she could possibly have had it.
Even though she’d admit to being insulted by Vi’s abrupt exit…
Caitlyn still really did want to return the favor.
And she wasn’t very good at resigning herself to disappointment.