Élégie, Opus 24 - Chap 4 - Sarabande

Vinyl found she awoke altogether too soon. The lights were turned off in the room, and a golden light cast in from the window as the sun slowly set. She realized she hadn’t really slept. The usual comforting feeling of waking and being energized, stretching slowly to relieve the dull ache of sleep, it alluded her. Instead she felt like every nerve in her body was stretched. Her limbs were sore and shaking, and her throat felt like it was on fire. The pony’s inner thighs burned, both with discomfort and with an unsatisfied need.  Dim light shone in her eyes, worsening her aching head. She looked for her shades, but found they were missing. Vinyl let her muzzle fall back to the couch with a dejected sigh.

Octavia heard the white pony awake, and walked into the room casually drying her mane. She wore a grim smirk on her face as she eyed the unicorn resting on her sofa. Without saying a word, she poured a glass of juice and took it to her. As she walked over Vinyl didn’t change her gaze; she continued to look out the windows as the small breeze rustled through the plants outside.

“Here. You need to drink something.”

No response.

Octavia sighed. “Look, you’re going to keep feeling like crap until you drink something and have something to eat. When was the last time you had a meal?”

Vinyl closed her eyes, and pushed her face into the sofa. Octavia’s smile suddenly disappeared. She walked over to the sofa, and sat down next to the other pony. Reaching out a hoof, she stroked her vibrant blue mane. She could feel Vinyl shaking. Her whole body was having slight tremors occasionally. The feeling was exciting to Octavia. She held her hoof on the mare’s shoulder, feeling the spasms course through her.

“Come now. Did you even have anything to drink last night?”

Vinyl shut her eyes tighter. ‘Well I did have THAT to drink.’ Her mind screamed at her as she recalled the time with Fancy Pants.

Octavia sighed and arose, walking out of the room. As she came back, she had a small first aid kit with her, and a wet cloth. She sat down again next to the trembling unicorn. “At least let me see that hoof, Vinyl. You’ll get it infected if I don’t look at it.”

Vinyl looked down, seeing her right hoof cradled against the sofa. It was caked with blood. She honestly couldn’t remember now. She moved it tentatively, as if confirming it was hers. She gave an annoyed snort, and turned on her side, extending the slashed hoof to Octavia.

The earth pony smiled as she gently cleaned it. The grey cloth was soon tinged with crimson, as she tried to clean the snow white fur. The gashes really weren’t that bad. She applied some cream to prevent infection, and left them open to the air to heal. As she placed the ointment back in her kit, Vinyl turned her head towards her and lowered her head, almost shamefully. “Thanks Octy.”

Octavia kept her face emotionless as she rose and placed the kit on the coffee table. “Please have some juice. You need to drink something.”

The unicorn looked over at the tall glass. It looked like the rest of the carrot juice. She did suddenly feel terribly thirsty. She concentrated her magic for a moment, grabbing the glass, and trying to slowly lift it. As it rose, she could see it wobble and shake, threatening to tip over and spill. She hastily changed her mind, placing it back on the table. A tear formed in her eye, as she jerked her head away from the glass, burying it in the sofa cushions.

Octavia watched the whole scene unfold with delight. She strode slowly over to the table, easily picking up the cool glass of juice. She took a small drink, watching Vinyl cover herself pitifully on the couch. She walked over and reached out a hoof, physically jerking her onto her back. She could see the mare’s face was streaked with tears. “Here.” Octavia forced the glass into Vinyl’s hooves. She stared at the tall glass for a moment, and then at Octavia as she stared down at her. Awkwardly, Vinyl brought the glass to her muzzle and drank deeply. She still trembled, and some of the juice spilled over and ran down her chin. The cool drink relieved the burning in her throat, and by the time she finished, she had to admit she felt much better.

She placed the empty glass on the table, and sat on her haunches, looking at Octavia as she stood over her. “What happened last night. You showed up in quite a state this afternoon.” Octavia said softly. “I was worried.”

“N…nothing really Octy. Just met some guys at the club. You know how it can be.” Vinyl tried to give her a defiant smile. It didn’t come out very convincing.

“Hmm. I see.” Octavia decided not to push it any further for now. She didn’t care one way or another. Vinyl was back with her, and appeared mostly intact. She glanced at the clock. “You should get up. You do have another show tonight.”

The unicorn’s heart sank. It wasn’t possible. It didn’t even feel like there had been any time since she played. The night and morning blurred together into one. She could remember what happened, but from the start to finish, it was almost like a few minutes had passed in her mind. But at the same time, she could see the time. She could see the setting sun in the window. There just wasn’t any way…

“I…don’t know if I can go tonight. Something’s not right with me.”

Octavia raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Really? What’s wrong? Do you want to go to the clinic?”

“No!” Vinyl found herself shouting with more anger then she expected. She lowered her head again. “I mean…no, I’m sure I’ll be okay. I just need to try to get some rest.”

Octavia seated herself at the head of the chaise lounge, to make sure the white pony could see her. She spoke in a slow, measured voice. “You really think you can cut out on your job on the second day? Hoity is going to have to scramble to get someone at the last minute. He won’t forget this. And what if the act he finds is as good as you? Or more reliable…” she trailed off slightly, watching for a reaction.

Vinyl curled her head in towards the soft sofa. She covered her head with a trembling hoof, trying to shield herself from the words.

“I stuck my neck out for you. Hoity is one of my good friends. I’m not going to have you make me look like a fool.” Octavia rose to her hooves. She moved with surprising speed for her refined looking exterior. She reached under the huddled mass of mare on her sofa, grasping Vinyl suddenly around her chest. She deftly flipped the mare out of the sofa, sending her crashing against the coffee table. Vinyl’s back caught the sharp edge, causing her to gasp in pain. She tumbled to the ground, the sudden movement causing nausea to roll over her. Holding back the dry heaving, she struggled to rise to all fours on the ground.

“Leave…leave me alone.” Vinyl gasped as she sucked in air between the heaving.

Octavia noticed her contorted motions as she struggled to hold back from vomiting. “Don’t even dare throw up on my floor.” Octavia said sternly. She grabbed the mare by the mane, ripping it violently as she dragged her to the bathroom. Vinyl cried out in pain as she felt the sharp pain in her neck. For the first time she tried to summon some magic to help her, but she was simply too exhausted. Any attempt to focus on Octavia met with a crushing feeling of overwhelming power. She couldn’t pick up a glass, let alone ward off the much more powerful earth pony.

Vinyl felt herself dragged roughly into the shower. Octavia placed her inside, and turned on the water at its coldest setting. The unicorn shuddered as she tried to escape the freezing water, but the design of the stall made it impossible. She eventually huddled in a corner as Octavia watched her piteously.

After what seemed like an eternity, the water finally turned off. Between shivering and the shakes she already had, Vinyl felt she had completely lost control of herself. She just curled into a ball, trying to maintain some warmth. She heard the wet splashing clops of Octavia as she entered the stall. Vinyl sheltered herself more, but all she felt was a soft cotton towel placed on her back. Octavia kneeled down and slowly and gently toweled off the white pony, leaving the warm towel on her back as she rose up. “Get up.” She said in a stoic voice. Vinyl obeyed without question this time.

The white pony was shaking as she struggled to her hooves. She felt like she had caught a bad case of the flu. She couldn’t control her shaking, until she felt the warm body of Octavia rest against her. Finding comfort in the sturdy pony beside her, she leaned in against her. Octavia supported her out of the shower, and laid her gently on her back on the large bed. Carefully she worked the large towel over Vinyl, drying her. The white mare felt every stroke of the soft cotton on her skin. Still in a silent agony after last night. Fancy had never thought once of her needs, and she had been left completely unsatisfied.

“Is that better, Vinyl? You were such a mess from last night, honestly.” Octavia guided the towel over the mare’s snow white thighs. The soft cotton loops rubbed roughly against her sex, teasing her. Octavia made sure she moved the towel back and forth to stimulate the pony as much as possible.

She leaned in closely to the white pony, never stopping her rubbing against the throbbing mare’s sex. “You know I can help you. I have everything you need. Just tell me what you did last night. And I’ll make you feel like a new filly again.”

She was beyond thinking clearly. Vinyl’s brain was contemplating two things at the moment. She realized she desperately wanted to feel filled again. Random thoughts of Fancy’s member, and every colt she had ever been with, flashed through her head. And another new thought bothered her. Vinyl realized she needed something to bring her back to normalcy. In her current state, the world was subdued and muted. When she looked out the window, the world felt muted and cold. The touch of Octavia massaging her seemed far away and faint. The pony tried to focus on the pleasure and the soft caress of her friend touching her, but found it was impossible.

She didn’t even have control of herself when she whispered. A request borne of pure need and lust. “I need something Octy. Something that will make me feel again.” Her gaze was wavering as she looked into those lavender eyes. “I’ll tell you everything.”

Octavia smirked slightly. “Hmmm. Whatever could you be after, my dear.” Octavia dropped the towel, leaving it draped lewdly across the pony’s nether regions. She reached under the bed, and produced her small white saddlebag. “Does Vinyl Scratch actually want something illegal? Something to make her feel all the things I want to do to her. Are you a dirty little filly, Vinyl?”

“Y…yes. I am. Please Octy. Something…please.” Vinyl was begging her. Her eyes shone with a true need, as her body tried to rub against the towel, extracting any pleasure she could find.

“Don’t worry. I’m going to help you out. Something that will make you feel right as rain.” Octavia selected a fresh syringe from her pack, and a small metal spoon. She took a vial of white crystals, and shook one onto the spoon. Adding a bit of water from her nightstand glass, she held it in from of Vinyl’s face, hypnotizing her with it.

“I need a bit of heat, if you could please.” She held the spoon on Vinyl’s horn, as if to guide her. Vinyl didn’t hesitate. She was fascinated by this new drug, and wanted it inside her. It was an easy matter to draw energy into her horn, and hold it, bringing a searing heat at the tip. Octavia smiled, holding the spoon briefly to speed up the process. When she was satisfied at the drug being dissolved, she placed a cotton ball in the spoon, and drew a small quantity of the precious liquid into her syringe. Holding it to her face, she grinned at her white victim. “You’re going to love this.”

She didn’t even feel the small needle jab. She knew it had happened though, as she watched the plunger depress in her arm. She panicked for a brief moment, her mind wildly contemplating the things that could happen to her. But it was brief indeed. Only a few moments later, her heart pumped with a renewed vigor. Vinyl felt a warmth pulse over her. All of her senses were coming alive at once, as if she was being born again.

The warmth of the room pressed against her damp body. All chills left her. She was calm now, and in control. She felt her body quiver, but this time she could control it. Every spasm seemed to check in with her, ask permission to make her feel like shit, and she denied each and every one. Raising a hoof to her face, she flexed it, feeling a new strength pulse through her. Her nausea disappeared.

All of a sudden she realized just how hot her nethers were burning. Octavia noticed her squirms, and chuckled at the cute sight.

“You were going to tell me what you did last night.”

The white pony looked up at her dreamily. She had a wide smile on her face. Her words came unheeded now. “Well. I fucked some random guys at the club.”

Octavia was getting deeply into this by now. She ran a hoof down the pure white thighs, pulling the towel off as if she was unwrapping a present. Her tongue lolled out and licked her lips slowly as she gazed at Vinyl’s swollen slit. “Then what?”

The mare was giggling slightly to herself, making coy attempts to push away Vinyl’s seeking hoof. She suddenly looked up at Octavia with wide eyes. “I met Fancy Pants!”

Octavia played her hoof gently along the slick opening. She circled the soft, pink clit, dropping a hoof to her own marehood to pleasure herself lewdly in front of Vinyl. “What happened with him?”

The mare sighed loudly as Octavia stimulated her clit. She spoke much softer this time. “He put weird, clampy thingies on my goodies.” Vinyl leaned, attempting to keep a secret even though they were the only two ponies in the room. “They hurt, Octy.” She thrust her hips into the grey mare’s seeking hoof suddenly, gasping at the pleasure. Vinyl smiled a goofy grin as she stared into space. “I did kinda like it though.”

Octavia smiled at her. “That’s because you’re a dirty little whore, Vinyl.” The mare pulled her hoof away from Vinyl’s wet snatch, bringing a look of disappointment. She rose to her hooves, and rummaged in her toy chest at the foot of her bed. “I was very upset you didn’t come back last night. You caused me a lot of worry. And here you were, out spreading your legs for any stallion you found on the street.”

Vinyl was having trouble focusing on words. She had known what she wanted to say a moment ago. What was it again? Her face frowned in an exaggerated manner as she remembered. “I have my own place, y’know! I don’t live here.” She seemed confused for a brief moment. “Do I?”

Octavia slammed the chest shut. Depositing some foreign looking objects on the bedspread, she looked at Vinyl with a measured gaze. “You do now. I’m selling that filthy place you were living in. You can sleep in my study. I think you will find living here in town much more…accommodating.”

Glancing over, it was difficult to tell if the mare understood her. Vinyl was on her back, staring at the ceiling, with a dreamy look on her face. Her right hoof was sloppily rubbing her cunt. Her left was just randomly rubbing her soft fur, bringing soft moans from the unicorn. Octavia took the dildo she had chosen from the small pile of toys. She made sure it was bigger than the one she had used the first time. Spreading Vinyl’s legs widely, she placed the tip against the mare’s dripping sex.
“So.” Octavia said softly as she circled the pink opening. “Which hole would you like first?”

Vinyl looked down at her, her face still stuck in a stupid grin. “Mmmm. I dunno. They’re both nice.”

“My choice then. And I think I want another shot at that tight little fillyhole of yours.” With little effort, Octavia popped the flared head of the fake member inside the squirming pony. The shaft went in effortlessly until she bottomed out at the mare’s cervix. But she still had 2 inches to go. Frowning, Octavia moved the dildo back and forth quickly, trying to breach the invisible barrier. All she succeeded in doing was driving Vinyl into a frenzy. The grey mare’s hoof was tickling Vinyl’s clit on every stroke. Combined with the violent thrusts, she felt as though her inner thighs were being gently kneaded from the inside. With no pain to distract her, she focused on nothing but the pleasure of her lower body, both inside and out, being touched and stroked.

Octavia was getting frustrated. The dildo was just too flimsy to penetrate any further in. Grumbling to herself, she tossed the sticky toy to the side, grabbing another device from her stockpile. She gazed on it lovingly. Only once had she tried it on herself; in fact the sensation was so intense, she had never brought herself to use it again.

But now she was glad she kept it. Holding the gleaming steel object up to the light, she made sure Vinyl could see it as she lay panting on the bed. Her eyes settled on it, but no words came from her mouth. Octavia took the opportunity to explain the toy to her.

“It’s a sound. Do you know what it’s for?”

The white pony was too far gone to respond. She took quick, shallow breaths as she tried to focus her gaze on the object. Octavia placed the thin metal device fully inside the mare’s snatch, lubricating it. The cold of the metal brought forth a sudden flinch. She smirked and brought the instrument up to the narrow entrance of Vinyl’s urethra. The sudden sensation startled the white mare, causing her to try to jerk away, only to find herself trapped in Octavia’s powerful forehoof.

Holding her down with her left hoof, Octavia concentrated intently as she worked the cold steel into her partner. “You should feel grateful. I’ve used this only once, and the pain and pleasure was so intense I put it away for good. In the state you’re in, I imagine this must feel indescribable.”

Vinyl could feel every centimeter entering her. Every second she endured the burning pain of the metal pushing into her, it was immediately replaced by a strange tingling sensation, a cool numbness that pulsed through her pelvic regions. As more entered her, every small twitch and quiver of her body moved the whole metal device, bringing new pain and bursts of red hot pleasure. Before she knew it, Octavia had buried all six inches of the sound inside of her, and was reaching for her discarded dildo.

She thrust it in fully without mercy. Nearly bottoming out, the plastic intruder pushed the sound roughly around inside her, as Octavia’s hoof once again brushed her swollen clit, still raw and red from the abuse she had suffered the night before. The grey mare picked up a swift tempo, a fiendish grin on her face as she felt the unicorn’s body contort against the strange sensations.

Vinyl found the feelings beyond anything she could imagine. Every inch of her tight hole felt electrified as the dildo plowed into her. The thrusts pushed roughly against the metal sound, nearly taking her breath away as the sharp pain pushed against her g-spot from the inside, quickly fading away into a pulsing feeling of warm pleasure throbbing through her thighs.

Her partner skillfully worked the fake member, spinning it in small circles, tickling her clit with each stroke. She could feel Vinyl’s breathing coming swifter. Octavia gasped as she thrust the dildo in as deep as she could, and switched her hoof to rubbing the mare’s clit viciously.

She couldn’t stand against it anymore. Vinyl’s entire lower body spasmed against the grey hoof, a look of pure joy washing over her face. “Ahhhh...ahhh…unghhhh.” Her moans quickly were replaced with cute, high pitched grunts as she orgasmed hard, pushing roughly against the sound buried inside her. Every contraction rubbed it against her raw walls. The pain pushing her into another orgasm, this one more intense and uncontrolled.

Losing herself completely, her bladder released, pushing the sound violently out of her. Vinyl’s excretions mixed with her second powerful orgasm, and she squirted a thin liquid out of her snatch, drenching the bed and one very surprised Octavia. The sound rolled to rest on the sheets, with the dildo flopping out of Vinyl’s snatch lewdly, dangling from her as it dripped her fluids onto the bed.

Vinyl settled back down on the bed, temporarily drained from the exertions. Octavia licked her marecum from her muzzle, smiling down at her. “I take it you enjoyed that, my dear.”

She wasn’t even looking up at the grey pony. Her eyes were frozen open, and her mouth was taking short little gasps. In her afterglow, she contracted hard against the dildo inside her, pushing it out and causing it to flop lifelessly against the bed below her.

Octavia licked her hoof as she looked down at the pony below her. She had gotten so wet working on that cunt. The earth pony felt herself needing some release. And a near comatose, drugged out mare was looking pretty godamn good at this point.

“You are such a dirty little mare.” She said, as she wormed her way along the white pony’s side, running a hoof along her coat, feeling her chest heaving from the exertion. She placed it over Vinyl’s chest, and felt her heart racing. Smiling, she moved further, caressing the side of the white pony’s neck, stroking her muzzle. She felt the shallow breaths on her hoof, and stroked her lover’s face, smoothing strands of mane from her eyes.

She could take no more waiting. Tossing a leg casually over the prone form below her, she ground herself into Vinyl’s mouth, trying to force it open. She sighed. There was almost no response at all. She sat there a moment, feeling warm gasps against her inner thighs. Octavia felt herself growing more annoyed. “I spent all the time getting you off, and this is the thanks I get?”

The unicorn heard a far off sounding voice. She attempted to focus on what was in front of her. Her eyes dilated, bringing the angered image of Octavia into focus. It felt as though it were a dream however. From her view, she saw the grey pony tower over her. ‘I feel like I’ve shrunk.’ She thought. ‘That’s not right, is it? Damn, Octy looks mad. What did I do now? Octy, I just wanted to make you happy…’ She couldn’t will herself to talk. Or had she said it already and didn’t realize? She didn’t know. All she was aware of was a sudden fierce, jarring sensation as a grey hoof hit her muzzle painfully.

“Stop making this difficult, Vinyl. I really don’t enjoy hitting you.” She grasped the pony by her neck again, trying to stare into her eyes and tell if anyone was home. Tossing her head back towards the pillows, she sighed. “Hmph. I hope I didn’t overdo it this time with the dosage. Although, I guess it really doesn’t matter.” She inched herself forwards again, grinding her cunt into Vinyl’s muzzle, cutting off her air. “I’m going to get what I want, one way or another.”

Vinyl could feel her head swim as she struggled for breath. Something in her mind finally clicked, and she knew what Octy wanted. Drawing out her tongue, she lapped at the soaking pony in front of her, causing her to ease up and let Vinyl breathe again.

“Ah…ah, there you go, my pet. Just like you did the other night, you little whore.” Octavia grabbed the electric blue mane in her grasp, and forced the mare farther into her. “Do it harder.” She moaned in a low whisper.

Her head was fuzzy and she couldn’t think of any one thing at once. But Vinyl could focus on one thing. She wanted to please Octy. Her whole world revolved around it at that one moment. She needed the grey pony. She wanted her. Flicking her tongue deeply inside the pulsing pony snatch in front of her, she dug as deeply as she could. ‘I hope you’re happy, Octy.’ She thought. ‘Please be happy…’

Octavia sighed as she felt the tongue inside her tease her g-spot. The mare had already been so close after working on Vinyl and touching herself. She just needed a little more. Pushing down on the white muzzle, she chuckled as she found that whenever she closed off the air supply to the pony, she thrust her soft tongue even harder, trying desperately to pleasure her mistress.

Vinyl could think of nothing else but the pony looming over her. A pony she considered one of her best friends. Something nagged her in the back of her brain about that. Telling her that what she was doing was wrong; that all of this was all wrong. But how could it be? Her entire body felt alive. Even now, she could still feel warm throbs of ecstasy course through her. Pushing her harder into her task. “Come for me, Octy. Please, I want you to come for me.” She whispered.

Feeling the unicorn submit to her fully was more than she could take. Octavia spasmed against the white muzzle of her friend, the seeking tongue of Vinyl lapping desperately for whatever small throes of pleasure she could bring forth. She continued even after the earth pony’s orgasm subsided, kissing her inner thighs and lapping at her sweet juices. Octavia fell backwards, letting the white pony continue to worship her marehood.

Coming down off her orgasm, Octavia looked down to see Vinyl rubbing her face against her thighs, a contented look on her face.  She afforded herself a small smile. “Well, looks like you came to your senses after all. So tell me. How did you like the needle?”

Vinyl sighed to herself, flopping back against the thick pillows. “The what now?” She giggled. Her entire face was matted and glistening with Octavia’s juices.

“God you are sexy.” Octavia said, staring at the white pony slowly rubbing her hooves listlessly against the sheets. “I would love to continue this, my dear, but I need you to get up. You have a show to do. And I won’t have to disappoint one of my favorite clients.”

The grey mare dragged the unicorn to her feet, helping her into the bathroom. “I don’t think you want to go outside wearing my special fragrance all over your face.” She said, roughly washing the mare’s muzzle.

Vinyl giggled as the washcloth washed over her face. She still found herself unsteady on her hooves, but the feelings of euphoria flowing over her made her feel like she could do anything. The image greeting her in the mirror looked confident and ready for the night.

Octavia brushed her mane roughly, trying to get it to sit in its characteristic spiky look. It was harder than it looked. It didn’t help that the white pony thrust her neck up at the brush, apparently taking great pleasure in the simple act. Eventually she finished her work, pleased with the sight in the mirror. Her little lover was ready to go out for the evening.


The two entered the elevator wordlessly. As soon as the doors closed, Octavia broke the silence. “Now, my dear, I spoke with Hoity today and he was very unhappy with your demeanor last night. But it’s alright. I think we’ve reached an agreement that will make sure everyone comes out happy.”

Vinyl Scratch wobbled on her hooves. She tried to pay attention to Octavia talking, but it was too godamned boring. She started thinking about what she was going to have to drink that evening. All the drinks were on the house at the club.
“I’m going to meet you after your show ends tonight. It’s a Saturday, so you’ll be done at 1:30. After your show, we have a small social event to go to.”

Vinyl smiled towards the mare. “Mmmm. Sounds like fun.” She mumbled.

“Oh, it will be. You should really feel honored. It’s not every day that the most esteemed gentlecolt in Equestria wants to meet with a mare again. Hoity told me that Fancy Pants asked for you by name to attend one of his small get-togethers tonight.”

Something about that name registered with the white unicorn. But it was only a passing thought. She couldn’t quite place the name.

After leaving the elevator, Octavia made sure her charge was safe inside a taxi this time. She wasn’t trusting to chance tonight. As she helped the white pony into the carriage, she held a hoof to her muzzle, holding her still. She reached over and kissed her deeply, taking a long enough time to cause even the cab driver to glance away in embarrassment. Vinyl didn’t resist at all, and returned the affection, trying to clear the fog from her mind as she enjoyed the intimate sensation.

Octavia pulled away, patting her on the head. “I’ll see you tonight, my dear.” Motioning to the blushing cab pony, the cart pulled away and lurched down the street. She smiled a smug grin, watching the cart head towards the HiFi club.

Standing alone on the street, Octavia felt a shiver pass through her. She felt sheer elation about the night in front of her. Soon she would have everything she wanted. Finally a place to play her music, not just the same old trash she regurgitated for the common masses. She would take her place as one of the greatest cellists Equestria had ever known. And all of it would be possible because of some college acquaintance she bumped into by chance!

She chuckled to herself about the irony of it all. Trotting back to her apartment, she made herself a glass of tea and set on a record of Élégie by Gabriel Foalré. One of her favorite pieces to play, she loved his interpretation of it. Settling back into her comfy chair, she thought about the evening before her. Almost unbidden, a grey hoof inched towards her thighs, lightly grazing her soft fur. She worked the tip slowly against her clit as she played the night’s scenarios in her mind.