Wet Wishes

Stress Relief

[1855 words, Jade G!P]

Jade was stressed. No-brainer. But it took her three months, two shots of vodka at a bar counter, one chick grinding her ass on her groin to figure it out. The worst part? The girl quietly dissipated into the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor after grinding onto Jade's pelvis.

Jade trudged back to her seat at the counter, her boner already visible through her silver dress. She groaned at the discomfort as she sat down on the high stool. Work was killing her. So was her toxic ex-girlfriend who always found a way to get back into Jade's pants but never actually satisfy her. Jade could almost touch the tension coil wound tightly inside of her. She set on rolling her shoulders and relaxing her posture while she downed shots.

Her best friend, Perrie, laughed next to her, making Jade flash her indignant looks.

"She legit just walked away!" Jade scowled, eyeing her boner poking through her dress, disdainfully. She would have to use the washroom now. Again. By herself. She rolled her eyes.

Perrie pouted and cast her a morose look as if she wouldn't do the exact same thing to others given the chance. Jade almost wanted to scoff.

"What's keeping you from chasing her then, stud?" the blonde teased her while she downed her drink.

If Jade was being honest, she didn't see the point. It was too much work. She was much beyond care at that juncture. Maybe the boner would just disappear by itself. A girl could hope. She just shook her head and kept her eyes on her almost empty glass.

"Y'know, Jade, you've really lost your thing. You used to be such a flirt and look at you now..." Perrie said.

"It's just work, y'know Pez? I'm so frustrated all the damn time and nobody does their stuff on time and the boss gets mad at me because apparently, I'm the goddamn scapegoat and that bitch of an ex..." but Jade needn't have tried to explain her predicament. Perrie was already gone, whisked away by a guy with platinum blonde hair.

"Stressed, are you?" came an amused voice from behind Jade, startling her for a minute.

She turned to find a beautiful woman, probably the same age as her, wearing a black leather jacket on her shoulder and ripped shorts. The woman flashed her a smile.

"Kinda," Jade chuckled as the woman sat herself down on the stool where Perrie was seated erstwhile.

"I'm Y/N. I own this place and I know exactly how you can relieve that stress," the woman winked, her eyes dancing with mischief.

Jade blinked back her disbelief. What? This woman... this Y/N owned this place? But she looked so young. "Really? You don't look..."

"That old? That's 'cause I'm not. It's been in the family for a while now," Y/N said, her eyes trailing along Jade's figure, making her blush.

Jade cleared her throat. "I'm Jade... That relief you were talking about?"

Y/N's eyes snapped back to hers and she gave her a flirty smirk. She trailed her long fingers lasciviously along Jade's jawline. "I can show you a thing or two... if you let me."

Jade had no idea where this was going or what it even implied but she found that she didn't mind. Y/N was an attractive woman and if she was hitting on her then score, huh?

"Lead the way."

Within a couple minutes, Jade was ushered into a room in the upper floors of the night club. She didn't care much for the furniture and she had her eyes solely invested on the tantalizing woman in front of her. Y/N had taken off her jacket and top so that she was in a black bra and shorts. It was definitely not helping her boner.