All characters are the age of 18 or older.
This story takes place in the same world as my Fridays at the Guardian Angel story. I recommend anyone who stumbled on this piece read at least chapter one of Fridays at the Guardian Angel first. But if you're just looking for a quick futa on female story then you're probably fine without it.
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Whiskey glittered in the small glass, sparkling with the lights of the trendy bar. Couples chatted at high tops drinking local microbrews and popular cocktails. Casual games of pool and darts progressed in the far end of the room, players in tiny cocktail dresses or tight fitting jeans. The crack of their shots ripped through the room as comfortable music echoed off speakers.
Jessica pulled her long brown curls over her ear before taking a swig of the dark glittering poison. She grimaced; it was like drinking fire and was a far cry from her usual wines and fruity cocktails. She had made her escape to the bar after a rather explosive fight with her wife. The climax of the argument which her wife referred to Jessica as a "Sheltered child", causing Jessica to burst out the front door and head to her current neon light-lit haven.
Jessica had always been a good girl throughout her life. She had been on the straight and narrow throughout school, never experimenting with drugs and alcohol. While she didn't consider herself a prude, her wife had been her only sexual partner. Jessica glanced down at her white sundress that flowed down past her knees, her fingers played with thick sleeves that conservatively covered her shoulders. Jessica compared her covered form to the other bar attendees in their tiny black and red dresses, tight pants and low cut shirts that left little to the imagination. She pouted into her glass, maybe she was sheltered she thought.
Scanning the room she spotted a figure leaning over a pool table, making a shot with a loud crack. The silhouette stood up, short red hair falling to just her shoulders. She wore a low cut white blouse with a tight black vest, showing off her cleavage. Tight black pants cupped her rear showing off a tiny firm ass. Tribal tattoos lined her arms and lower back, exposed when she bent over to take another shot. After her shot echoed another crack she stood up and leaned on the table, facing Jessica. She was a Valkyrie holding her pool cue like a spear, sharp features upon her face.
Jessica believed she was beautiful, a twang of guilt struck her heart as the thoughts of attraction crossed her mind. The feeling was quickly washed away by anger, remembering the hurtful names her spouse had called her. She returned to feasting her eyes on the mystery woman. Her glance washed over the beauty, eventually falling to the crotch of her tight pants which contained an obvious bulge.
Feelings of arousal and spite filled Jessica's mind, flowing free due to the hard alcohol she forced herself to drink throughout the night. With a sense of determination and courage she drained the remainder of her whiskey and strode off towards the pool table.
Cami stood at the pool table leaning on her cue chatting with her opponent, unaware of the white dress making a beeline towards her from the bar. She surveyed the pool table in an attempt to visualize her next shot when a finger tapped her on the back. She spun around to face the bright-eyed, sundress-wearing woman who had a strangely serious look in her eyes.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" The princess demanded, the smell of alcohol strong on her breath.