*Disclaimer* This story has a high degree of non-consensual themes and anal sex between women. It is very loosely based on a true story as described by an ex of mine. The actual story is of course not this extreme nor was it non-consensual. This is a male-written fantasy meant to be enjoyed as such. All characters are adults, and names have been changed to protect identities.
Brooke knew she wasn't a lesbian. She loved being with men just about as much as any hetero woman. But she also liked to fool around with girls from time to time, and tonight she felt like going out with her lesbian friend to a gay bar.
"Nothing crazy tonight" Brooke told her friend Anna. "Just a few drinks, maybe flirt with a girl or two, see if maaaybe there's one that I could be interested in and get their number. You know, just a chill night out."
"Totally fine with me" replied Anna.
Brooke and Anna had been friends for years. They were both high school teachers and met through work. Their relationship had always been platonic, especially since the gangly, slightly awkward Anna wasn't Brooke's type at all. But still, they flirted here and there. They even went camping one time, and a massive storm rolled through overnight. Anna and Brooke stayed in the same tent for warmth that night. Brooke still isn't sure, but she could swear she woke up at one point in the night because someone was rubbing the inside of thighs.
Tonight, though wasn't about Anna and Brooke. It was just about Brooke blowing off a little steam. She had been seeing this guy, and he not only was a controlling asshat, but he also was very vanilla in bed. Brooke had told him her partialness to girls, and he scoffed at that.
"Relationships should only be between a man and a women. Otherwise, the fabric of society breaks down" he preached to her.
Brooke had enough and told him to fuck off earlier that day. Bout time too. So tonight, she wanted to celebrate the best way she could think in response to that jagoff: go get hit on by lesbians at a gay bar.
She still didn't want to stay out too late. She had a few things to do in the morning. "Remember, nothing crazy tonight, ok Anna" Brooke pestered Anna again.
"Alright, alright. Jeeez!" Anna shot back. "You'd think you were the conservative prick who just got dumped with the way you're acting."
That was fair, Brooke thought to herself. She was acting rather uptight. Nothing a few drinks won't fix though.
An hour later, their Uber ride dropped them off at the bar. The place was packed tonight. You could hear the music and commotion out by the street where they were dropped off. Talking, laughing, and even some shouting. The joint had a lawless vibe to it, just what Brooke was looking for. Brooke and Anna headed inside.
They got past the bouncer, a big burly woman with cauliflower ear. She looked like maybe she did Jiu Jitsu or MMA. She also looked like she would pound you into oblivion and leave you in a pool of your own juices if you let her take you home. The thought intrigued Brooke, but the bouncer wasn't attractive enough. Brooke was attracted to personality and someone's energy above all else, but a certain level of raw physical attraction still had to be there. Brooke was a tom boy at heart. She loved to get outdoors, jump in mosh pits at concerts, punch people in the face at her boxing gym, and she was a wild one in bed too. Still, she liked to dress up and be feminine.
Tonight, she was wearing a cute pink dress that was flowy but also form fitting. It hugged her midriff, showing off Brooke's toned stomach, but the dress puffed out just a bit at the bottom like a Sunday dress, but it still showed just enough of the bottom of Brooke's tight, cute butt to draw all the eyes as she walked by. The top cupped her perky breasts, but it didn't show too much cleavage. Overall, the dress reflected her mood; she wanted to have fun but not put on the flashers saying come fuck me now. The dress did at least show off her beautiful long, toned legs. Brooke wasn't an inch over 5'4', so she had no issue wearing 3-inch heels that pumped up her legs so the muscles in her calves, thighs, and hamstrings were on full display.
Brooke and Anna found two seats at the bar and did a once-over look around the place. Brooke's preferences in women weren't very well defined since she had only been with a hand full of women in her life. There was the threesome she had in college (which was a letdown), the time she and her ex-boy friend from years ago went to a swinger's club, and she got ate out by a MILF, and the most recent one of hanging out with her hippie friends at a burning man camp out where the girls got high and were tying each other up and teasing one another for fun. Brooke got to stick her face in a few pussies that night. But besides those, Brooke hadn't been with women, so she still wasn't exactly sure what her type was. When she watched porn, she would gravitate towards to the girl-on-girl stuff, and she most liked the stuff with one of the girls being a bit more butch and dominant, and the other more girly and submissive. So, she supposed her type was pretty studs, girls who had feminine features like a beautiful face, nice breasts, and fit butts, but also were very masculine in their personality and energy. Brooke liked the idea of a hot girl who would also take charge or her and put her in her place.
As Brooke and Anna settled in at the bar, Anna went to order some drinks. Brooke glanced around once more and noticed a few girls eyeing her. She could see the interest in their eyes, even hints of lust. It turned her on knowing she was drawing attention. And then Brooke locked eyes with one girl in particular. She was standing across the bar in a leather jacket talking up some rando she was half interested in and barely keeping up with the conversation. This girl was tall but not towering. Brooke would guess she was maybe 5'8". She had a beautiful face with well defined features that were accentuated by light touches of makeup and eye liner, and her short black hair was slicked back in a 50's greaser look. She was thin but not skinny. She was fit with firm assets that any guy would die to get their meaty hands on. It was clear this girl didn't bark up that tree though. She was interested the fairer sex. She was so beautiful that in another life, she would have been a model, or now a days, a social media "influencer".
Brooke couldn't deny the instant attraction. Her heart began to thump harder as a warm tingling grew between her legs. Brooke was moist the moment she saw her, and this women could tell. She was a hunter, and Brooke was her prey. She made a B line for Brooke at the far side of the bar.
She didn't rush over or lazily walk, but rather strode with confidence and self-assurance, keeping her eyes fixed on Brooke with every step. Brooke could feel her energy from across the room. This woman was magnetic. Brooke took in every detail, letting her mind race through a dozen scenarios in the blink of an eye. Finally, she reached her.
"Hi. I'm Dia" said the dark-haired stud, never letting her gaze break Brooke's. She extended her right hand in a manner that told Brooke to take it rather than suggesting she did.
"Hi. I'm Brooke" Brooke said back with a meek and bashful smile that was uncharacteristic of her. "And this is my friend, Anna." Brooke motioned to her friend standing beside them, hardly noticing the pair because she too was now on the prowl. Dia politely looked over to Anna and took her hand too and said hello but quickly moved her attention back to Brooke.
"Can I buy you a drink?" asked Dia.
