posted on 9-Sep-2002 4:40:29 AM
Title: Welcome to the Fabulous Las Vegas

Authors: Zia ( whitsbassist⊕ ) and Bianca ( b_is_2die4⊕ )

Pairing: Alex/Sean/Kyle, Liz/Tess, Isabel/Zan, and Michael/Maria

Rating: NC-17

Summary: The trials and tribulations of nine strangers' night in Las Vegas and how they survived.

Disclaimer: The only thing we can account for is artistic license, we own nothing of value, if we did do you think we'd spend our days writing about fictional characters? I think not.

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Part 1 (Alex/Sean/Kyle)

Alex stood at the window of his hotel room in Las Vegas NV. He had been here a year ago, in the same hotel room with his fiancé. He smiled faintly glancing down at the ring he wore. No one knew about their marriage. No one could. They would never be able to accept it so they lived together, played the part of friends, and roommates, when in actuality they were lovers. Not just lovers. They were married. Now they were getting there honeymoon. He was happy with his life. He was happy with his husband Sean. They had been together for years, ever since the rainy night that Alex's car had broken down and Sean had come to his rescue. Alex never believed in love at first sight, or even true love until that moment. He looked into Sean's eyes and he fell hard. The view was great from up here, could see the whole Strip, but Alex was doubting their intentions of leaving this room. Sean had left a little earlier to go get something so he was left standing by the window looking down at the world.

No one knew about him and Sean. That was why they had come to Vegas for their honeymoon and their wedding because if anyone found out Alex could lose his job, and that meant so much to him, working as a professor at the university where he lived. He was scared of people finding out, not because he was ashamed. If he could he would stand on the roof of this hotel and scream out his love for Sean at the top of his lungs for all to hear. But if he did he would lose everything he'd worked so hard to achieve over the years. He had no doubt that his family would disown him either.

Alex ran a hand through his hair then fell back onto the bed and looked at the ceiling. He was so in love with Sean. And he had been for a long time. Years. He loved Sean more than anything, especially when he was in his arms. The feel of their warm skin touching, Sean's course hair on his cheek rubbing against his skin. And Sean's skin was surprisingly soft for a man who worked on cars all day. Alex smiled at the thought of Sean coming home covered in grease and grime from the cars, and the showers that they took together trying to get him clean.

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Sean ran his hands over his face, trying to keep his mouth shut. He seemed to have a problem with keeping quiet when he was angry or frustrated, especially when he was angry and frustrated. The lines in Vegas were worth then he remembered and he’d had enough of standing around like an idiot waiting for his turn. Patience was definitely not his forte, especially when he was being kept from Alex. Finally giving up, Sean shook his head and left the convenience – Ha that’s a joke – store, wandering idly down the street back towards his hotel. He’d left to go get some aspirin for the raging headache setting in, cross country drives didn’t sit well with him.

But the reason for the drive was enough to make him agree to the trip in the first place. It was their one year anniversary and they’d both decided to go back to Vegas and get the honeymoon they never got to have before. Sean was especially tired of the life they were living. He understood that it was important not to let anyone know that they weren’t just close friends, that they were in love and married, because it would mean Alex’s job and their semi-normal lives, and he know how important all of that was to Alex. He really didn’t care but he just wanted Alex to be happy, even if it meant not touching or kissing each other in public or not being able to tell everyone he met that he was married to the sweetest guy on the planet. So as much as he hated the hiding and the fact that they had to leave home to be themselves in public, he was happy that they were able to get away from the mundane day to day crap and just be together. Over and over and over. He smirked at the thought of how well worth it the room they’d rented was, since they’d never be leaving.

Then Sean thought of something, as he glanced around at the bright lights and exciting attractions. They came on his vacation to be able to be out in public together without worrying or caring what other people thought. It was a shame to spend their whole time in Vegas in their hotel room, even though he liked the idea more then anyone could possibly understand. Sean knew he’d have to drag Alex out of the room at least for a little while tonight. Hey, they had to eat right? Why not do it public? He smiled to himself at the ingeniously evil plans started to form in his head and he hurried back to the hotel and took the stairs two at a time to his room, almost giddy with thoughts of what he was planning to do to and with his loving husband. By the time he reached their room he was out of breath and excited by the possibilities of the dirty city.

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Alex heard their door open and sat up quickly looking at it. He saw the man he loved. His chest heaving with every breath he took, and the small drops of sweat on his forehead. Alex stood quickly and walked over to Sean. He wrapped his arms around him and pressed him against the door, Alex's mouth instantly latched onto Sean's, sucking his lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently between his teeth. "Hey." He muttered against his lover’s mouth. "You get what you needed?" Alex asked as he began his descent down Sean's neck, sucking and biting at his skin while his hands dove under the tight shirt, wanting to feel Sean's smooth skin.

Alex wished he could stay here with Sean forever, locked away in this room together. Never having to worry about someone seeing them. One of Alex's hands slid up and into Sean's hair, desperate to be closer to him, even in the short while that Sean had been gone, Alex missed him. He had never dated much growing up, but he found himself feeling empty sometimes when Sean wasn't around.

Sean smiled against Alex’s lips, loving the way he always seemed so excited to see him, it was the same way at home on the nights when Alex got home before Sean. He slid my arm low around Alex’s waist, resting his hand on the small of his back, drawing Alex tight up against him, kissing him with equal fervor. As much as he teased Alex for being clingy, he missed him just as much when they were apart. Sean tilted his head back slightly, feeling the familiar tingles trailing down the skin of his neck as Alex’s lips moved down the column of his throat. He let his eyes slip shut momentarily. “Mmmm not yet.” He murmured his reply, pulling his lover closer and dipping his head down to the crevice of Alex’s neck, kissing and sucking softly at the exposed skin there. Forgetting his plans in the midst of passion, he turned the tables and pinned Alex up against the door, trailing his lips back up to his lover’s.

Sean raised a hand to cup the back of Alex’s neck, holding his mouth close as his tongue swept across those pillowy soft lips, seeking admission into the warm cavern on his spouse’s mouth. Alex’s lips parted beneath the pressure of his own and his tongue sunk into the welcoming warmth awaiting him, stroking his tongue against Alex’s. Something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye and noticed the bright lights beaming in through the open window, and he remembered his plans. Sean pulled back, breathless for an entirely different reason now and looking into his lover’s face, smirking slightly and pulling away from him to try and find their jackets.

Alex breathed hard, gasping for his breath as Sean pulled away. He watched confused as Sean looked for something and walked over to him. "What are you looking for?" He asked, his fingers itched to run through his husband's hair. He hated when Sean pulled away from him like that, but he only ever did it when he had something else in mind. And Alex wanted to know what Sean was doing. All Alex wanted right now as to be in that large comfortable bed with Sean. To feel his skin under his fingers, and to explore his body.

Alex combed his fingers through his own hair and watched as Sean found their jackets and handed one to him. "Where are we going?" He asked as he pulled on his own jacket. He didn't want to go anywhere. He wanted to stay locked in here together. Alex took a hold of Sean's hands and pulled their bodies together. "I thought we were going to stay here and just hang out." Alex commented, but he liked the idea of being able to leave and go out in public and show off that they were together.

Sean held Alex’s hands and smiled deviously, not wanting to give away too much but knowing that Alex would rather spend their time in the hotel room. “What? And waste this opportunity to show off that hot little ass of yours? Never.” Sean winked at him as he let go of one of Alex’s hands, lacing his fingers with the other as he pulled him towards the door. He pulled the door open, mentally making sure that they hand their key before letting it click shut behind them as they made their way to the elevator.

Sean normally hated elevators, the tight confined spaces making him feel claustrophobic, and then there was always that fear of it getting stuck and trapping them inside like wild animals. Earlier that evening he had even opted to take the stairs up the ten flights to their floor to avoid the elevator, but now that he was with Alex, the thought of being stuck in a quiet, private place for hours on end didn’t seem like a bad thing at all. He pushed the button for the lobby and got in, pulling Alex in after him and pinning him up against the back wall of the elevator. “I always wanted to try out that exhibition thing everyone’s always talking about.” He leaned in and kissed Alex passionately, biting softly at his lips and slipping my hands under the back of his shirt as the door slid shut silently.

Alex let out a loud groan as his hands grabbed the back of Sean's head, fusing their mouths together. He thrust his tongue into Sean's mouth, stroking it against his and tasting the dark crevices of his mouth. Alex pressed his body into Sean's and he let one of his hands drop down to rest on his ass to keep their bodies pressed tight together. "Exhibitionism. Sounds like fun." He smirked into Sean's mouth and closed his eyes. The elevator slowed to a stop but Alex refused to move back from Sean. Not that he really could move back, he was pressed tightly against the wall of the elevator.

Slowly and reluctantly Alex broke the kiss. If it was some old lady or something he didn't want to scare her to death. He leaned in for another kiss and stroked his hands along Sean's body before glancing at who had joined them in the elevator. His breath caught in his throat and he stared in shock. Kyle Valenti. What are the freaking odds!? Alex stared at him. He was a student in one of his classes, and his father was the sheriff. They were screwed. Everyone would know now. Alex's arms tightened around Sean as his eyes stayed locked on Kyle. He'd had his eye on Kyle since the school year had started. Kyle was not a bad looking guy in the least, and Alex was attracted to him, but he knew better than to act on anything like that. Besides, he was married happily to Sean.

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A colorful flyer was thrust into his hand and he accepted it without much thought, only glancing at it after he was far enough away from the men littering the street corners with leaflets not to look like a tourist. When he looked down, he sneered at the images of girls with breasts spilling out over the tight confines of their sparkly shirts and legs spread far enough to accommodate more then a few men at once. Crumpling the lewd paper up in his hand, he aimed for a trashcan a few feet in front of him. Score, he thought as it landed in the receptacle without touching the sides. A sigh escaped his lips as he shoved his hands back into his pockets and continued to drudge down the heavily trafficked sidewalks of the Strip, brooding and numb.

Kyle Valenti had always thought that there was nothing he couldn’t handle. In his own mind, he was untouchable. He always got the girl, got the grade, or won the game. Every challenge he’d ever been faced with barely even registered, until now that is. When he was graduating high school and his friends were all discussing where to go for their senior trip, his mind was in another time and place, reliving things that he hadn’t thought about since he was six years old. While all the people around him were planning their futures, he was consumed with the past, with her. He hadn’t been old enough to realize why she was leaving and what it meant, but now that he was older he had plenty of questions for her. Like how a person could just up and leave her family and her son without a second thought. The questions made him angry and engendered feelings of being lost. And that’s just what he was… lost.

He had just finished his first year at Tulane University in New Orleans, Louisiana and had finally talked himself into leaving home and spending the summer searching for his mother. It had taken him a whole year just to get used to the idea but, thanks to the internet and his laptop, it had only taken a matter of days to track her down. He packed that day and left for Las Vegas, ready with a purpose and armed with many questions and more then a few harsh words for the mother that abandoned him. Yet when he actually got to the famed corrupt city, the feelings of being lost kicked in again along with the doubt. As soon as he stepped off the plane he doubted his purpose for being here and lost his nerve. So he had spent the entire day just wandering the streets, numbing taking in the sights and wondering how this town could be so similar, yet so different from his own. But now the idle wandering was starting to get to him and he yawned, deciding to just head back to his room and get some rest before deciding what to do about his mother.

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The elevator door opened up and Kyle’s eyes were instantly drawn to the intertwined couple making out at the back of the elevator. It took him a minute to realize that the two lovers were both men. The realization shocked him a little and he dipped his head, scratching the back of his neck and stepping into the elevator. He turned so that his back was facing the other men in the elevator, pushing the button for his floor and trying to mind his own business. It wasn’t the first time that he had seen a gay couple; a few of the guys in his dorm were gay and had even dated. Privately, the idea and sight of two men together always turned Kyle on a little but he knew that with a father that was the sheriff in a small southern town, it was better to just keep his mouth shut. People were far from accepting of that kind of thing in Louisiana and he had too much to stake on some kind of strange sexual whim. So he just kept his thoughts to himself and kept on dating mindless cheerleader after mindless cheerleader.

Even though, Kyle couldn’t help but let his eyes wander around the elevator, lolling his head to the side a little and catching sight of the face of one of the guys. Holy shit. He stared for a second, his eyes widening as he saw his presumably straight English professor pinned against the elevator wall by another guy. He quickly turned his eyes back towards the elevator doors, trying to mentally work through the surprise. Here he was, 3,000 miles from home, and he runs into his apparently gay teacher with his boyfriend, going at it in an elevator. It’s a small world after all. Kyle joked mentally, trying to keep himself from blurting out something stupid or getting too nervous at the prospect of his teacher turning him on. He was saved from both scenarios as the elevator jerked to a halt, the sounds of scratching metal and creaking hinges filling the uncomfortable silence in the small space, replacing all feelings of discomfort with the fear of being trapped.

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posted on 10-Sep-2002 10:10:58 PM
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Part 2

The small blonde girl stood in the back room/dressing room of the club. It wasn't a full out strip club, although at times it could be. But most nights the girls were dressed, granted in really skanky clothes, but they were covered. Tess stepped up to the full length mirror and looked over herself. A skin tight pair of faux snake skin shorts that barely covered her ass, and a matching bra top. Her blonde hair fell in soft curls over her shoulders and around her face. She checked her make up, and applied another layer of dark red lipstick before walking through the door and over to her cage. She lifted herself up inside just as another loud song started pulsating through the speakers. Instantly she was moving her body with the music.

She swayed and rocked to the beat as she danced in the cage, her eyes were closed, ignoring the many men in the club. She wouldn't dance for them if she had a real choice, but it was good money, and there wasn't a real need for lesbian strippers. Well the guys could get off on that, but Tess had no intention of ever doing that for a guy. Rent a porn if you want to see it. Is what she thought about it. She'd had guys ask her before to screw their girlfriends and she wanted to kick the guys ass and steal his girlfriend, and she'd actually done that once, but the bitch had gone right back to the guy the next morning. She hadn't had a real girlfriend since that.

Tess opened her eyes and took a quick glance around, seeing the type of crowd there was tonight. Men. Of course. Watching her and Kelly who was in the cage on the other side of the bar. She spotted a few women in the club and wished there were more. She closed her eyes and tried to get more into the music. Her hands wrapped around the bars as she moved and the cage swayed slightly.

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The music flittered through the room and the smell of cheap perfume permeated the air around the group of the girls seated in the middle of a hotel lounge, a lounge almost completely filled with other young girls. Liz was in the thick of their group yet barely even listening to a word they chatted about. She knew she should be paying attention, considering she was the topic of their conversation and their reason for even being in Las Vegas, but she just couldn’t bring herself to listen. She was so exhausted with thoughts and plans for her wedding that she was ready to call it all off. But sadly, mere exhaustion of the topic wasn’t her only problem; she had many other reasons to want to call it off. Billy just wasn’t her type and for the life of her she couldn’t remember how they had gotten this deep in the first place. Even in the very beginning she had her doubts that it would ever work out, namely because she had her sights set on Billy’s younger sister. But not here she was.. in Las Vegas, at her bachelorette party with her best friends, having the time of her life. Except for the fact that the only thing she could think about was how beautiful the hostess’ eyes were.

Even through her hazy stupor, one statement caught her attention. “What?” She inquired, her gaze focusing back on the lot of her friends. “Nothing, Lizzie.. we were just commenting on how wonderful it must be to be marrying the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with, the person you’ll love with all of your heart, forever.” Forever. The sound of the word echoed through her mind and ground her thoughts back to reality. Liz and Billy, Billy and Liz, forever. It shook her to the core, that she could have let this get so far out of hand. Things were being set in stone now, and she knew that if she didn’t get out now she’d be trapped. Forever. Her friends saw the unabashed fear in her doe eyes, looking very much like a deer caught in headlights and began asking her what the matter was. Her only response was to shake her head, grabbing her purse and bolting out of the lounge and the hotel. Liz hurried down the street, slinging her purse over her shoulder and wrapping her arms around herself. She was running, running away from the life that was being planned out for her and away from the person she had tried to hard to believe that she was. The thought should have scared her, made her feel lost, but she only felt the fresh feeling of utter freedom.

She raked her hand through her long brunette strands and pulled them back, up into a messy style that she’d seen in a magazine. Inside her bag she found the dark lipstick that she had bought a while back for a change but had never used and trailed it across her lips. Once she was done with her transformation, she bit her lip and stared into the mirror of a restroom in some nameless building. It was time for a change and Liz decided that tonight would be the night that she’s reinvent herself, this time into the person she truly was, not the part she was playing for everyone else. With one last deep breath, she grabbed her purse and opened the plain door that led to the bustling night outside, the same night that now held all the possibility in the world.

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Tess continued dancing for the next hour, and finally her shirt was over. She noticed a girl come in. She had a hint of innocence in her, and looked like she was desperately trying to be someone else. The song ended and Tess hoped out of the cage and strode towards the backroom, watching the beautiful brunette out of the corner of her eye. She stepped into the dressing room and pulled a tight, see through lace shirt over her bra top, and shimmied into a black leather mini skirt, with black fishnet stalkings. She slid on her black leather boots and noticed Kelly out of the corner of her eye. The girl was beautiful, but sadly their relationship hadn't worked out, and they hadn't ended up as friends.

She lifted her purse onto her shoulder and combed her fingers quickly through her hair as she walked back up front. Her relationship with Kelly had been complicated. The small, fiery red head was hot in bed, and it was surprising considering she had told Tess that she was a virgin. But Tess now had her doubts about that. Tess' eyes searched the club, and finally spotted the girl again. With a small smirk on her face she made her way through the throng of people towards the table where this doe-eyed beauty sat. "You mind if I join you?" Tess asked with a smile, her hand resting on the back of the empty seat closest to the girl.

The girl was innocent. Tess could see that in her eyes. And she definitely hadn't taken any walks on her side of the tracks. Tess cocked her head to the side, inspecting the girl carefully, trying to go unnoticed. Her skin looked silky smooth, and Tess' mouth watered, wanting to taste it, wanting to taste everything about her. Tess wanted to know everything about thing about this girl. Where she came from, why she was here. If the girl no longer wanted to be innocent, Tess would be more than willing to help. She had a whole shelf covered in toys that would make even the least innocent blush. Tess' smile grew at the thought of this girl chained beneath her, writhing and screaming out her name over and over.

Liz walked down the packed streets of partiers, looking for a club that interested her. She was not looking to waste her time with dives, so she decided to search until she found one that she just couldn’t pass up. She saw a neon, glowing sign that read ‘Pussycats’ and her curiosity got the best of her. Within a few minutes, she was inside and scooping out the scene in the wild club. There were scantily dressed girls grinding in cages swaying slightly above the floor, about waist high. There were guys surrounding the cages and gawking like brainless morons begging to get laid. But mostly there were throngs of people, drunk and gyrating to the beat of the music, bumping and swaying in an almost hypnotic way. At just a glance, Liz knew she had chosen the right place to reinvent herself, a true den of depravity. She was already intoxicated with the scenery but decided to ease her into the party circuit, rather taking a seat at a table by the bar, a fair distance away from the crowd. No sooner then she had sat down then a gorgeous blonde with bouncing curls and utterly delicious lips came up and asked to join her. Liz smiled demurely and nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. When the beauty sat down, Liz’s vision was drawn to the watery pools of crystal blue level with her own doe colored eyes. It wasn’t long before those same eyes were drawn down the length of the petite girls frame.

The girl was absolutely and unbelievably sexy, Liz was stunned. Just the sight of that luscious ass covered in leather made Liz start to sweat in her own maroon leather pants and black tube top. The sex kitten look was new for her but she couldn’t deny how the smoothness of the leather and the thrill of showing bare skin made her feel. She shook herself mentally, realizing a little too late that she’d been openly staring at the girl now seated beside her. Liz offered a friendly smile and held her hand out. “Hey... my name’s Liz Parker.” It was a polite gesture and she instantly felt like a love sick school girl introducing herself to the object of her affection.

"Names Tess Harding." She said as she scooted her seat a little, bringing her closer to Liz. This girl would be fun. She decided not to comment on her thoughts of Liz's innocence, but to let the girl play up the part of a vixen for a while. "I don't remember seeing you before, you new in town? Just here for a visit?" She asked leaning closer to her, one reason being to hear her response better, another to get a better close up view of Liz's body. Her eyes skimmed over the small girls frame, settling on her breasts for a second before raising up to look her in the eyes. Beautiful deep brown eyes. With a smile she flicked her tongue across her lips and flagged down a waitress. "Can I get a margarita?" She asked then looked back at Liz. "You want something?" She kept asking questions before she could get the answers.

Tess was flushed and felt the heat between her legs growing at the closeness of Liz's body. She wanted to touch her, to feel her. She licked her lips again and rubbed her legs together a little trying to relieve some of the ache. Now Tess was feeling the desperation. She was happy about the owner letting her rent one of the apartments above the club. She shifted slightly in her seat again and bit back a moan. She really needed that drink now.

Liz noticed that the girl was asking a lot of questions and not really waiting for the answers, and she was thankful. It gave her more time to think of the answers, they were easy questions but the closeness of the blonde vixen to her own overly heated body was causing her to draw a blank. Her eyes finally left the girl when she noticed the waitress waiting for her drink order. She bit her tongue to keep from spitting out the automatic reply of a rum and coke and decided to be exotic for once in her life. “I’ll just have a Sex on the Beach.” She had no idea what kind of drink it was but Billy had ordered it once or twice before and seemed to like it. The waitress jotted down the orders and left to get the drinks, disappearing into the crowd she’d come from. Once again, Liz turned her attention back to Tess. “I’m just here for a short trip, flying out tomorrow morning actually.” She smiled at her own response, happy at how it answered her question but left a little mystery. Liz wasn’t sure if she should even try to pull of this new persona, but she had to try and see if she could fit in at a place like this. And seemingly, she had. She already had the most beautiful girl in the club hitting on her, or at least she hoped that’s what she was doing.

Deciding to be capricious and go out on a whim, Liz turned slightly so she was angled towards Tess and leaned in closer to her. She smiled as seductively as she could and reached up, pushing a curl out of Tess’ face. “What about you? Do you come here often?” Liz was taking a chance here and she knew it, if the girl wasn’t really interested then she was making an ass out of herself. But if she did return the interest, then Liz was really starting to understand why this city was so often associated with luck. She just had to try and see what would happen. Her seductive smile faltered slightly as she spied Tess’ breasts spilling out of her bra top, she was definitely sure that she was not the seductress in this scenario, and she didn’t mind in the least. The girl exuded sex and Liz couldn’t help but be turned on by it, letting the heady scent of arousal in the air get to her. She could feel the slippery heat already building between her quivering thighs, slick against the tight leather pants. Unconsciously her hips shifted a little in the seat, trying to relieve some of the tension she ached for Tess to ease.

Tess watched Liz's hand brush a curl back from her face and her smile grew. Perfection. "Yeah, five nights a week actually. I work here." She gestured to the cages that the girls were dancing in. "Right up there." The girl was leaving in the morning. That was too bad. She was beautiful, and sexy, and looked like she really needed to be fucked. Tess herself was feeling that need even stronger now. A one night stand would be good for both of them. This girl needed to have a change in pace, and Tess hadn't had sex in a few months now. Tess shifted again, leaning her elbow against the table, with her arm under her breasts, pushing them up farther, to the point that if she moved any closer her breasts would spill out of the small cups.

She looked over the girl again. Her breasts were small, but they would be perfect size for her small hands. Tess bit her lip slightly, the wetness between her legs was almost intolerable. She wanted to grab onto Liz and throw her on the table and just have at it. The waitress returned with their drinks and Tess took a sip of hers before leaning towards Liz again and resting her hand on top of the girls. "That outfit looks amazing on you." But it would look so much better thrown into a crumpled heap on my floor along with my clothes. "And I'm not the only one that thinks so." There were a number of guys staring openly at her, at the both of them. She wondered if they were feeling the sexual vibes between the two girls. If things progressed any farther, Tess would give the girl one out. If she didn't want things to continue she could leave. But if this beautiful brown eyed girl didn't take the out. Tess had every intention of chaining her to her bed until she had to leave for her flight out.

Despite her efforts, Liz’s innocent eyes widened, not at the increase in physical closeness but at the idea of the angel next to her dancing in a cage above the swaying masses. To say it was hard to believe was an understatement, not that Tess didn’t have the body for it. As depraved as the thought was, Liz couldn’t help picturing the small blonde taunting all the horny guys with a wanton show of erotica. Her temperature rose a few degrees and her pale cheeks flushed with need and embarrassment at the sexual thoughts plaguing her mind. When the drinks came she downed half of hers in one long pull, wondering how in the world she was going to keep this up without jumping Tess or turning into a quivering puddle of orgasmic goo. Before she had time to grasp everything that Tess had said, she felt a hand on hers and her eyes quickly darted back to Tess and the breasts on the verge of spilling out of her tight top. Liz caught herself praying they would and blushed even harder, looking back up at the girl’s incredible eyes. Had she said something? Liz couldn’t be sure, she was too turned on at this point to understand a word.

She just bit her lip and glanced in the direction Tess was looking, seeing guys from all over the club looking at the two of them, gawking in an utterly playboy wannabe manner. The compliment gave Liz some confidence and she turned a little more in her seat, so their thighs were pressed together. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” She smiled coyly and slowly crossed her legs, letting one leg brush against Tess’ provocatively. “I really hadn’t noticed anything but you.” Liz surprised herself with her boldness, she had never been so open about her attractions and desires, and she’d never felt more liberated. There was no hidden innuendo between them, they were both willing to lay it out on the table and that honest directness was something Liz had always longed for with Billy.

The smile on Tess' face grew even more. "My room is upstairs, we could go up there since it's a little loud, and I'm not really for these big crowds. We could … talk some more." Tess' hand lifted up slightly so that her fingers were just barely touching the back of Liz's hand. She picked up her drink and downed the rest of it, as she moved a little closer, her bare thigh pressing against Liz's leather clad one, and the feel of it was intoxicating. She loved the smoothness of leather on her skin.

Tess let her hand drop from Liz's to rest on her crossed legs and lightly stroked the leather, wishing she could feel her skin. Tess licked her lips again. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Maybe it had something to do with how much she wanted to taste everything about this girl. Tess shifted again and uncrossed her legs, then crossed them again, and squeezed her thighs together. Slowly Tess stood up and looked down at Liz. "You coming?" Tess jerked her head slightly towards the stairs that led up to her apartment.