Chapter Fifty Five

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The lava curling up in Lou's system made her feel like an anchorless boat. There was anger and despair knocking at her very feet and as she watched Sandra dance with a stranger, she felt like a little girl with her teddy bear in the mud. The urge to throw all the liquors on the floor was too strong. As she stood there, with her eyes burning up with jealousy, she thought of closing the bar so everyone would go home.


"Your eyes are shooting daggers."


Lou shot Nine a glance, "I'm not."


"You like her, don't you?" Nine asked as she poured another customer a drink, "You know it's not too late. You can snatch her away if you would barge towards them now."


"You know I don't do that." Lou sat on a chair, with her back against the crowd, "She's a friend."


"She is, but deep in your bones, she's not a friend. You don't look at her like she's just a friend, dude."


"You talk too much."


Nine gave Lou a glass of vodka, trying to ease her up, "You know I'm always right. Finish your drink and steal that doctor away. Own the night, Miller." And with that, Nine walked past the turnstile of the bartending area where she was then greeted by a white woman who seemed to be in her early 20s; Nine looked back and gave the blonde a wink, Lou only shook her head and laughed.


There was still that lingering knot in her chest. For a few minutes, Lou tried to focus on preparing drinks and feigning that the view across her did not cause it, but the more she pretended, the more frustrating it felt.


"Do you know that blonde over there?"


"Who?" Sandra looked back only to meet Lou's eyes before the blonde aggressively peeled her eyes off them quickly, "You mean the owner of this bar?"


The stranger who she had been dancing with, looked at her seriously, "She's the owner?"


Sandra continued to dance against her, "Yes."


"You know her?" The stranger asked as she roamed her hands across Sandra's flat stomach.


"Kind of. Why?"


"She has been watching us from over there for quite a while now."


This erupted a smile out of Sandra, "Really?"


"Yes."


"Do me a favor?"


"What?"


"Make out with me right here."


And that request wasn't met by another question anymore because as soon as Sandra blurted it out, the stranger claimed her lips aggressively as she let her hands fell on Sandra's clothed breasts.


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A loud thud ensued and the room welcomed them like thieves underneath the moonlight of that dusky dawn. Each step, calculated, each breath, labored. That dawn was meant for not only skinning pretense off, but also peeling clothes too. The call of flesh was too strong so when Sandra was handed the opportunity to finally dip her flesh into that addicting game, who was she to resist?


Sandra kissed her back with so much vigor as her partner lifted her up; the brunette wrapped her legs around her partner's torso as they entered further across the room. It didn't feel like a game anymore for when her partner sat on a couch, and Sandra surrendered on her lap, the brunette knew the morning that she was waiting for, would come so easily.


"Fuck..." Sandra moaned as she arched her back, the sleeves of her dress now fell on her waist; her breasts out as one welcomed a hot twirl of one's tongue.


How she ended up in a room felt like a teleportation in a blink of an eye. One moment, she was there on the dancefloor, grinding for her life - in heat and hot as she made out with her partner, trying so hard to make Lou burst out of jealousy and anger. How she was on her lap, panting and whimpering, in an office upstairs, made her taste an initial success.


"Oh fuck yes..." A moan slipped out of the brunette once again as her breasts welcomed another set of licks before her partner went up to cup her face for a searing kiss.


Right there and then, the brunette just wanted to kiss until her lips would bleed. All she wanted was for her waist to be held and it seemed like her partner could hear every plea concealed within her, because as their lips parted, her partner started to trace the side of her neck with wet kisses as she held the brunette by her waist. The trail of the kisses on her neck down to her collarbone was too addicting that Sandra bit her lower lip; she was in the moment feeling each of every kiss. The kisses were replaced with sucking and love biting and the brunette didn't really care if by the morning, her neck would look like a tainted map. She wanted it, wanted those badly.


"God, you're so hot."


Sandra gave out a tiny smirk before she pushed her partner's chest roughly towards the couch, "Really?" Her velvety voice erupted as she cupped her own breasts and started playing with it, "So that's why you pulled me off the dance floor? Pulled me off real quick?" Another set of questions flashed as the brunette gradually stood up, freeing herself from sitting on her partner's lap as she decided to stand in front of her, "Good decision though..."


"I couldn't just watch you there all night. I've been teetering on jealousy watching you made out with a stranger on the dance floor." She ran her hands across her hair as if she was reliving that scene.


"Really, Louise?" And with that, her bodycon dress fell on the floor leaving her with nothing, but her stilettos on; having to stand naked in front of someone was brave, but standing in front of that someone that could be the same woman who held the biggest space of your heart was something else.


Lou, in her cockiest smile, manspreaded on the couch, "Yes." Her eyes brimmed fire as she watched the brunette naked in front of her; her blue eyes even became darker and Sandra noticed it too well.


"I can be even hotter for you." The brunette spoke, all in her bravest element knowing that she could be standing in front of Cate - that very same woman who had her name tattooed on Sandra's ribcage.


"Show me."


There was poison in her tongue and Sandra loved every drip of it. As those two words slipped right out of her lips, Sandra kneeled and crawled towards her like a damn slave. Lou's skin sparked with lust as she watched the brunette crawling forward, every step made the brunette's breasts jiggled and all she wanted to do was to yank her forward so she could hold her, but that could be done later.


"What are you doing?" Lou asked as the anticipation glowed within her deepest flesh.


Sandra didn't speak, instead she opened Lou's pants with a deliberate pulling of the zipper. The action felt too familiar by Sandra - as if she had done this a million times - and deep within her, she knew what she was expecting already and when Lou's zip flew open, the brunette knew she wasn't wrong. A big nude-colored strap stood right across the brunette's face, all girthy and veiny.


"Fuck..." Lou groaned as she squirmed on the couch; Sandra gave her a flirty glance before she held the base of it, "You're so fucking hot."


Without words, Sandra started to give her a mindblowing blowjob.








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