The fall

Mine

Olivia's POV:

"Sit," was all Sam said as she gestured to the empty stool on her right. Facing the bar, I sat one leg crossed over the other, completely cut off from Aliyah. Everything will be fine.

"And you are..." She asked. I sat there silently, not saying a word- simply observing Sam.

Even as her eyes raked over my body, an unreadable expression crossing her face. I quietly observed as she reached over the bar, grabbing two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka. Observed her as she (with the utmost precision) filled up the shotglasees.

"Quit your staring." Sam ordered, pushing a shotglass towards me across the countertop.
"Can't help my curiosity," I replied. As she downed hers, I eyed mine skeptically. I'm no stranger to drinking, I just get a little competitive sometimes.

"Curiosity?" She rose an eyebrow. Sam stared me down waiting in anticipation. Downing the drink earned a slight grin from Sam. The familiar burn down my throat encouraged me to pour another round for us.

"Curiosity," she began "gets you hurt. What you don't know can't hurt you."
"Bullshit," I laughed in response. Downing my second shot I realised Sam turned to face me, so I did the same.

Suddenly her face became very focused. "Don't laugh." Sam struggled to get out.

What the fuck?
Only then I followed her eyes to see that they were devouring the movements of my tits as I laughed.

Oh.

"And why, Sam," I poured myself another glass, "would I ever listen to you?" I threw the shot down my throat, tilting my head back letting the club's lights highlight my boobs.

Her greedy eyes met mine. "It's not like you've never listened to me before," Sam began, tracing her hand up my knee.

It was such a simple thing- caressing my leg. So why did it leave my skin burning, pleading for more? I didn't want her to stop.

"While I was fucking that girl, you were listening, eager for more, wishing it was you instead of her." Sam's hand casually moved to my inner thigh, travelling dangerously high.

I was absolutely speechless.

My skin melted at her touch. Leaning in closer, Sam's hand trailed higher. "Even the way your pretty little body reacts to my touch," she roughly pinched my sensitive skin- the perfect blend of pleasure and pain.  Despite my efforts to hold it in, a light moan escaped my mouth.

Sam's breath hitched at the sound.

Did my little moan just-

Noticing my effect on her I was about to play with this supposed weakness before she abruptly cut me off."Your pathetic attempt to have any sense of control is quite pitiful." She spoke coldly.

What the fuck?