This is actually a scene from a much larger and infinitely frustrating story that I doubt will ever be finished but I love these characters and the way they interact so I am submitting it as an edited excerpt.
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The Blue Light was Nic's favorite bar. It was out of the way so very few college students frequented it. With all of the other bars filled with shot pounding jocks and preening princesses, it was nice to have a place where she could go and have a good time without needing to fake having fun with people she hated. The other thing about The Blue Light was it had Jen.
Jen was the bartender and Nic had made quick work of seducing her when she first started coming to the bar. Her parents owned the place and she lived in the room above it. Jen was the perfect girl in Nic's mind. Her dark hair flowed past her shoulders and she had the most piercing green eyes Nic had ever seen. Her body was a walking contradiction because she was lean and strong but had a soft waist and hips that flared out to the most perfect ass. Nic wasn't a relationship person and neither was Jen. They were never exclusive, hell, they had never even been on a date, but the had an understanding about what they needed from each other.
Nic paid the taxi driver and walked towards the front door. The lights were on inside but she knew the door would be locked as it was well past closing. She knocked forcefully so that the sound would radiate through the bar. She heard steps come towards the door and then a powerful but sensual voice responded.
"We're closed. Sorry, you'll have to come back another night."
Nic replied quickly before Jen had a chance to walk back into the bar. "It's Nic."
Within a few moments, Nic heard the lock click open and the door swung back to reveal Jen standing with a confused look on her face.
"Nic? What are you doing here?"
Nic moved towards the raven-haired beauty and gave her a forceful and powerful kiss and then, without a word, walked past her in the bar. Breathless, Jen closed and re-locked the door before following the redhead upstairs to her room.
They reached the large bedroom and Jen turned and shut the door. When she made her way over to the bed where Nic was sitting, she got a chance to see her in the light for the first time that night.
"This is a surprise."
Nic turned to her and in that instant, lust swept through her body and a sly smile crept onto her face.
Nic stood up and pulled Jen to her. Deftly, she raised the hem of her dress. Clad in only a black lace bra and thong set, Nic's coppery hair tumbled down from its ponytail and she turned Jen around so that her front was pressed against the back of the still clothed bartender.
Knowing that she would give in to Nic, as she always did, Jen didn't question the girl's erratic behavior.
"Take off your top," Nic demanded in a tone that sent shivers down her spine.
She took it off quickly and pressed back to feel Nic's lace encased chest press up against her back. Nic's knee nudged between her legs and she quickly spread them a bit wider to let the woman's leg through. Nic pressed her knee up into Jen's denim encased pussy and without thinking Jen's body started to grind against it and make slow and sensual circles. Nic's hands made their way around Jen's body, leaving no surface untouched. Jen shuddered at the feeling, not knowing what was coming up next but reeling in the anticipation.
Nic's hands made their way down and skillfully unbuttoned Jen's jeans. She dropped her knee and let her hand slither into the woman's lace underwear. Nic palmed Jen's shaved pussy and let her middle finger breach the soaking slit. Jen groaned and pressed her body into Nic's hand. Jen continued to grind against her and started panting with need. Moments later, Nic removed her hand and stepped away.
"Naked...and on the bed. Now."
Jen looked back and her eyes caught Nic's.
"Did I stutter?" said Nic, waiting impatiently for Jen to comply.
Jen looked for a moment more and quickly removed the rest of her clothing. Climbing onto the bed, she saw Nic walk towards her closet and she knew what was coming. Nic returned with four leather cuffs and attached them to Jen's wrists and ankles. Jen didn't think to protest because at this point she wanted it as much, if not more, than Nic. Nic had this power over her and she yearned to please and submit to her. Nic clipped the cuffs to the clips that had taken permanent residence on Jen's bed and stared down and the now incapacitated woman.
Jen's breath skipped as she saw Nic remove her own bra and underwear and slide so she was sitting right on top of her. Nic let her body fall towards Jen's; their breasts brushed with light contact. Gasping, Jen arched her back trying desperately to get more flesh-to-flesh contact with the girl on top of her. Nic held her mouth just far enough from Jen's so that she couldn't reach her. Seeing the dark-haired beauty reaching up towards her had her adrenaline pumping.
"Ugh, Nic. Just touch me," Jen groaned.
