When The Lights Go Out

☙Loved☙

☙Loved☙

It was almost midnight and Camilla still hadn't moved from the same hidden stool at the busy bar. She had finally convinced herself to go out and find someone to spend the night with.

It had been a year and half since Isabel left and Camilla really needed to move on.

She felt alone at the bar although she could hear the drunken mess of her coworkers at the table across the room.

"Drink from the gentleman over there." The bartender says nodding towards some middle aged man, who probably had a family and wife waiting at home, as he placed a rather fruity looking drink in front of her.

She promptly slid the glass away and gave the man the most disdained look she could possibly muster.

The barkeep chuckled.

"Is there a gay bar around here somewhere?" Camilla questioned after sometime had passed. The barkeep had just finished an order and turned a curious eye to the woman.

"Across town, but the club is closer." He says after a while. He turned his back for a few minutes before facing her again, "Here's the card with the address on it. I hope you find what you're looking for."

"I hope so too." She says placing a tip on the counter. She left with a look of determination and excitement building in her belly.

The cab ride was short giving her little time to think of anything other than the boring pantsuit she wore. She knew she would look out of place but that hardly mattered now.

There wasn't a line outside much to her relief. But it also made her feel concerned.

Would anyone even be there? Was it open?

She curiously paced in front of the building peering at the pretty colorful lights.

Hers read the rather small discreet sign above the metal doors.

She sighed heavily before heading to the door, she could hear the loud music once she was close enough. She felt it thump against the soles of her feet.

"Stupid whore." A rather heavily accented voice startled Camilla as the door was shoved open, inches from her face.

"Katlina! Wait I'm sorry baby!" A woman shouted following after the seething woman. Camilla slowly slipped into the shadows to watch without disturbing the couple.

"You women and your games. You play me because money as if I didn't give you the best life!" The heavily accented woman, Katlina, snaps.

"Kat calm down. It was just dancing. You're over reacting." The blonde haired, blue eyed vixen says with a roll of her eyes, clearly not sorry at all. Camilla couldn't help but glare at the woman.

"Dah? Overreacting yes?" Kat says, her eyes shining against the lights of the building, her voice cracking on unshed tears. She stepped to the taller woman who now looked surprisingly ashamed and slipped her hand beneath The vixens skirt. A soft gasp left the woman's throat as Camilla looked on, a sorrow deep in her heart for the young woman aligned with unexpected lust. When Kat finally spoke, her voice trembled almost pathetically. "I love hard. I show love a lot. I give and I give. But all you woman want is money and free access to club. No?"

"K-Kat... I-I," The blonde woman was cut short as the muscles on Kats arm flexed and with it came a very erotic gasp that escaped from the woman's body, her eyes closed, her legs automatically spreading wider.

Kats fingers reappeared from underneath the woman's skirt. The light from the sign only proved what all of them knew covered Kats fingers, cum. And not of a woman's.