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Eleven

When Freen pulled up to the curb in front of Becky's house, Becky was feeling rather self-conscious. Not about the house - it was a very pretty dwelling. No, it was because she was wet. There was no amount of bumping and grinding against Freen's backside that could stop the warmness from accumulating. She quickly stepped away from Freen who was still seated like racer on her steed. She removed her helmet and held out her hand for Becky's. Becky handed it over immediately."Thank you so much Freen. Once again it seems that I am in your debt."

Freen chuckled then and shook her head. "You owe me nothing. As long as you're safe." She smiled at Becky, softly, softer than she should have but the feelings inside just wouldn't play along. I'll be here until you're inside. I've got to make sure that you're fine or I'll be in trouble."

Becky nodded with a glint in her eye and crooned out a goodbye to Freen. She entered the security gate and waited for Freen to disappear down the road. Then her phone was out and she was phoning an unknown number. Five minutes later a cab pulled up. Becky couldn't stand it. Freen had driven her crazy tonight and she needed release.

When she walked into the strip club, her usual tiny dancer was already available and waiting for her. The petit dark haired girl grinned at Becka and beckoned her to one of the private dance rooms. Removing her blazer and her shoes, Becky got comfortable, leaning back on the comfy couch. The other woman immediately climbed on top of her and slowly started grinding into her. Becky's head fell back in frustrated pleasure.

"Tough night, sweety?" Usually Becky would participate in casual banter or conversation, but tonight she just wanted her thoughts. She wanted to see Freen on top of her, she wanted it to be Freen that was grinding so deliciously into her, she wanted it to be Freen's hands underneath her fingertips. She wanted to hear Freen whisper in her ear that she was close. She wanted all of Freen.

And yet this is the only way she has ever managed to reach climax. She had learned early on that not all girls are the same and she herself needed a certain amount of pressure and mental fantasy to get the job done. It was fine with her, though she wondered what it was like for normal people. It's one of the reasons she was so scared to go home with Freen. How would she explain this to her?
On the other hand, Freen wasn't as stupid as she looked. As soons as Becky entered that cab she was hot on its heels. She kept her distance but she arrived at the same strip club. She watched in confusion as Becky exited the car and entered the club. There must be some mistake, Freen thought. Becky must be lost.

As Freen entered the club, she couldn't spot Becky anywhere. See? A simple mistake. Well that was until she caught sight of the younger girl exiting a private booth with a pretty dark-haired thing. Freen's blood and was boiling. And worst of all, Becky managed to glance up just long enough to see that disapproving look before Freen rushed through the door.