S: Neon lights streamed down over the crowd as the fog machine kicked into high gear, sending a wave of opaque mist over the bumping and grinding bodies. Dressed in a pair of the tightest and shortest shorts she had available at home, long six inch black stiletto heels, a tight fitting black crop top that was slashed in strategic places to reveal the hefty mounds of her tits beneath, bouncing free and braless. Skarlett continued to gyrate and move to the music, a woman behind her, another in front, her wrists decorated with glow sticks while she whipped her head back and forth. She was getting hot though and took a step to the side, letting the women resume their dancing and grinding while she worked her way through the crowd to the bar. It was busy but the bartender saw her coming, blushed a little and immediately ran to make her drink. By the time she'd reached the edge of the bar it was in her hand and she offered him a wink, blew him a kiss and turned around to lean against the counter top, idly eyeballing the crowd while she sipped at her drink.

B: Bernadette lounged near the opening to that crowded bar counter, casually fanning any bit of exposed sweat gleaming skin with a drink coaster, a low held beer in her other hand. Like many others, she just pealed herself out of the writhing mass of dancers, heals, glowsticks, and spinning hair. A mass of black hair was tied into a high messy tail, strands clinging to her slickened skin, framing her face and cheeks. She was looking mighty casual for a night on the town, a skimpy tank top, flimsy jeanshorts that rode so high her pockets stuck from the frayed edges, and some simple red heals. Almost like she was dragged out by friends, but ended up sinking into the sweaty dance floor anyway. By the time Skarlett had turned around, the two women were surveying the same writhing crowd. Shooting a glance, lifting her beer, she offered the bottom for a clink, "Working up a sweat?" She gave a flirty cheeky grin, eyes crescents.

S: The gorgeous brunette that was near the bar when she'd spun around had offered her drink up for a tap and she obliged her easily. The rum and coke in her grasp was tilted and the bottom of the cup to impact against her own. "You know it, though I think the skill level for what people call dancing is getting lower," she said with a cheeky little grin. Her shocking bright blue eyes scanned over the woman's frame, drinking in the sight of her sweat slicked flesh and the way her hair clung to her forehead. "Skarlett," she offered to her and scooted a bit closer, bumping her hip against the other woman's. "You look like you've been enjoying yourself though. All nice and sweaty..." she continued, her lower lip being captured between her pearly white teeth, lips glossed up with a slight purple tinge to it. Her free hand came up and over, idly tucking an errant strand of hair behind the woman's ear, her nails lightly dragging over the nape of her neck to tease the flesh there.

B: So coy, she raised that beer and drained the remaining amount after the clink, smacking her lips and setting it behind, not breaking eye contact. Well, that's not true, those big dark pools of midnight blue ran down the other woman approvingly first, peppering in a delectable pinky-bite, just to make sure that loving glance was properly flirty! "Mmn, in 10 years we'll just be fucking on the dance floor." Jutting her chin out at a nearby -very- grinding couple for emphasis. Eyes went back to the other, moistening those big plump lips. She pushed a mass of dark hair out of her face again, shrugging and playing victim, "What can I say? I was just going to play bar-fly until the grinding started to look a little bit fun..." Her words lowered slowly, almost forcing the other woman closer to that sweat gleaming inked up body, just to hear her. Now, low and sweet, she cooed, "I do love to sweat~"

S: Every movement of the other seemed to be designed to tease and entice her and she felt a small shudder of warmth start in the pit of her stomach, blossoming and expanding out slowly to fill the rest of her, until her core matched the hot temperature of her flesh on the outside. She tilted her drink back and drained it, all without ever letting the eye contact break before her lips smacked together and a little quiver raced through her. "Mmm damn Shawn knows how to make a drink," she purred. "I think you're being optimistic about that. Ten years? I give it... maybe three before that's the new thing to do... but it does look like fun..." she admitted. Her hand slipped down and pressed flat against the woman's lower back, idly tracing her digits along the exposed flesh there. "Well... I would love to make you sweat for a while... or even longer than that... maybe all night?" The hopeful lilt in her voice was obvious and she brought her face closer, lips hovering a millimeter away.

B: Chewing on that plump bottom lip still, coming closer to the woman, the heat radiating off of her sweaty heated form could almost burn. If they were outside in the cold, she'd be steaming. As fingers spread out on her naked back, covered with sweat and tattoos, she helped herself to push up against the woman, bodies already firm against one another, her own hand sneaking a butt-grab, "Mmn, f-fuck... I like you already." Eyes dragged up, making contact, a single finger tracing down between Skarlett's cleavage, "Suddenly fucking on the dance floor sounds awfully enticing." She breathed, full of lust and promise, back to chewing on that bottom lip, "Mmn, sounds like a lot of work~ Are you sure you're up for the effort? All night... and into the wee morning~?"

S: The finger that traced down her cleavage blazed a line of lust that tingled her nerve endings and made her heart melt ever so slightly inside of her chest. Bodies flush and warm against one another, the distance between them no longer available... and she loved it. She wouldn't have it any other way. There was pressure on her ass cheek, the globe of her rump half-exposed anyways and the supple flesh compressing under the other's grasp. "Nnngh..." she moaned softly and brought her mouth to the brunette's quickly. Glossed and slick lips, warm and heated pushed a kiss against her's, sneaky and soft tongue sliding forward to gently caress the seam of her mouth, dipping a little further to massage the other's tongue with gentle and almost affectionate strokes. She broke the kiss, breathing ragged and panting. "Why wait to move to the dance floor..." she all but moaned, her hand dropping down to grip a palm full of ass, squeezing hard and letting her nails dig in. "Yes... and the morning and maybe lunch... dinner... dessert..." she continued, her other fingers trailing up Bernadette's rib cage to the swell of her bust, giving it a firm and needy squeeze. "If you'll have me that is..."

B: Gleaming with sweat and radiating that lusty heat, she was already very turned on. Heck, it went back to one of the lovely girls she was grinding up against back on the dance floor. But that kiss was electric, pushing back into the stranger with lust, her tongue instantly grinding and twisting with the other's. If she was wet before, she was soaked now. That squeeze to her thick bottom only rewarded Skarlett with one of her one, the two lovely women groping each other tight as they shared that lusty kiss. By the time Skarlett released her, Berna was panting. So close and tight, Skarlett would be able to smell that growing feminine lust off of her. Her forehead stayed pressed against the other's when the kiss broke, other hand finding her waist, keeping her close and their bodies flush, practically panting from lust now, "Nnh... why wait... f-fuck, woman, what are you doing to me..." She leaned close, hissing throw clenched teeth, "You can have me where ever you want me, for as - long as you want. Nnh, take me right here if you want... see what you've done to me.. ♥ ♥" Such a bad girl so easily corrupted further!

S: Feminine heat dripped off of her and caressed against her flesh, the warmth and affection shared between the two seeming to fill the air with an electric charge. Even other people were starting to take notice of the duo while they kissed and groped one another with a needy and almost frenzied passion. Her words were like lightning to her brain and it sent shocks of ecstasy down her spine. 'How... is she doing that with just her voice?!' she thought to herself, bright blue orbs heavily lidded. She could feel the heat emanating from Berna's crotch, the moist warmth caressing against Skarlett's lower abs. Her cock was so stiff and painfully trapped that she couldn't stand it anymore. Reaching a hand down to the leg of her extremely short shorts, she tugged them to the side to release her cock. She wasn't monstrous like some other girls, but she had a nice girth and a long tapering tip. A warm dribble of her pre-cum oozed onto Berna's thigh and down to her knee. "Fuck..." she hissed and gripped the woman's waist, pushing her back against the bar. "I need you... so bad... I'm almost ready to bust just from hearing you talk!"