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Billie: Bottom 

Maggie: Top 

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Billie glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fixing her tousled hair and wiping a smear of lipstick from the corner of her mouth. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before returning to the bustling bar. It was a typical Friday night, and she had come out with friends to unwind after a long week. At 26, she was still figuring out her place in the world, and more importantly, her sexuality. The past few months had been a whirlwind of confusion and curiosity, but tonight, she decided to let go and see where the evening took her.

Maggie sat at the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. At 48, she exuded confidence and allure, commanding attention from anyone who glanced her way. With her raven-black hair cascading over her shoulders and eyes that seemed to see through to one's soul, Maggie was the epitome of sophistication and charm. As the owner of a successful advertising agency, she was used to being in control, both in the boardroom and in her personal life. But tonight, she was just a woman enjoying her own company and the ambiance of the bar.

When Billie re-entered the bar, her eyes were immediately drawn to Maggie. There was something magnetic about her, something that made Billie's heart race and her palms sweat. Gathering her courage, she approached the bar and took a seat next to the older woman.

"Is this seat taken?" Billie asked, her voice slightly trembling.

Maggie looked up, her gaze locking with Billie's. She smiled warmly, gesturing to the seat. "Not at all. Please, join me."

Billie sat down, ordering a drink and trying to steady her nerves. "I'm Billie, by the way."

"Maggie," she replied, extending her hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Billie."

They shook hands, and Billie felt a jolt of electricity at the contact. They started chatting, the conversation flowing effortlessly as they shared stories about their lives, their careers, and their interests. Maggie's flirtatious nature became evident as the evening progressed, her sweet words and lingering touches sending shivers down Billie's spine.

"So, Billie, what brings you out tonight?" Maggie asked, her voice low and enticing.

Billie hesitated for a moment before replying, "Just trying to figure some things out, I guess. About myself. About what I want."

Maggie's eyes sparkled with understanding. "And have you figured anything out yet?"

Billie bit her lip, feeling a surge of boldness. "I think I'm getting there."

Maggie's hand gently brushed against Billie's thigh, her touch light but intentional. "Sometimes, it helps to have a little guidance," she whispered.

Billie's breath hitched, her mind racing with possibilities. She nodded, unable to find her voice, and Maggie took that as her cue. She leaned in, her lips brushing against Billie's ear as she spoke.

"Why don't we get out of here? My place isn't far from here, and we can talk more... privately."

Billie's heart pounded in her chest, but she found herself nodding again, excitement and nervousness mingling in her stomach. Maggie settled their tab, and they left the bar together, the night air cool against their skin as they walked to Maggie's nearby apartment.

Maggie's apartment was as elegant as she was, with tasteful décor and a cozy ambiance. Billie took in her surroundings, trying to calm her racing heart. Maggie poured them each a glass of wine, handing one to Billie before sitting down next to her on the plush couch.