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The dim lights in the otherwise dark room were playfully colorful; the music was invigorating, and felt like it thrummed through one’s entire body; the alcohol was excitingly intoxicating, filling all of the attendees with courage and mischief. The mild sex games had come and gone, and the strippers had arrived a half an hour or so ago. Everything was perfect. Still, Cameron was finding that she wasn’t really feeling this whole ‘bachelorette party’ thing.

House had somehow talked her into it. That ‘somehow’ being a certain mysterious doctor by the name of a number, who had suddenly chimed in to state that the idea was great, and that she’d be happy to help if Cameron needed— or wanted— any sort of aid in either planning the party or keeping House away from it. It was an offer as tantalizing as the eyes that had suggested it, and Cameron had agreed to it before she realized what she was saying.

Thirteen had organized an amazing party— Cameron would lie if she said she wasn’t impressed— but there was still something nagging at her that made her feel dull about it. It could’ve been the fact that none of these strippers were her fiance, or the fact that she didn’t- no, she did love Chase, otherwise why would she have asked him to propose? It had to be something else. Did she feel self-conscious in her outfit? No, she knew the white dress— despite being shorter than she’d usually wear— made her look gorgeous, delicious even, with how it accentuated her figure and made her hair look almost golden; angelical. Maybe she was just past her party days, or worried that the younger nurses would find her boring?

“Onwards to the wedding girl!” A cheer and a ‘choo choo!’ noise pulled her out of her ruminating thoughts. A train of strippers— all in speedos that would’ve looked ridiculous if the bodies they barely covered weren’t objectively attractive— cha-cha’d in a straight line towards Cameron, with an overly excited locomotive conductor at the helm: the one and only Dr. ‘Thirteen’ Hadley. Cameron felt that the fact that she didn’t know the woman’s name spoke of how little the two knew each other, but Thirteen was, alcohol and all, still going above and beyond for her.

Cameron couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey.” She remembered the martini she had in her hand, and took a sip as she gazed at the scene. Something about Thirteen acting like a child playing make-believe while dressed in a fancy black suit, white cage bra showing as the only clothing below the open blazer, made her feel full of giddiness even if she wasn’t entertained by the overall party. In fact, anytime Thirteen popped up around her, Cameron was having a great time. Why hadn’t the pair spent time together sooner?

“My lady,” Thirteen made a show of bowing, which would’ve looked impressive if she hadn’t wobbled a bit from the alcohol in her system. “I bring to you: the menu.” She gestured grandiosely to the rest of the ‘train’.

Cameron raised her eyebrows, laughing more openly now. “Didn’t they dance already?”

Thirteen stood upright again. “Well, yes, but my friends and I agreed that you’re much too beautiful to let pass on your last night of freedom.” By ‘friends’ she meant the strippers whose names she barely even knew. “So they’ve agreed to a premium, never before seen, limited edition lap dance for you.” Then she leaned in to whisper in Cameron’s ear. “By which I mean whoever you choose will give you a proper lap dance, stripping included.” While she smelled of citric, woody perfume mixed with vodka, her tone was no longer tinged with silly drunkenness, which gave away the fact that Thirteen has mostly putting on a performance for her new friend to enjoy ( and she had been enjoying it a lot, if she was being honest ).

Cameron’s eyes jumped at that; she knew the mocking little lap dances the girls had received earlier were typical of such parties, but if Thirteen’s tone implied what she thought it did, Thirteen had either managed to bribe a handful of attractive men into giving Cameron professional treatment, or she had properly paid for it without Cameron knowing. Still, as her eyes trailed across the ‘menu’, Cameron’s shock turned little by little into dismay. Why wasn’t she interested in this? Would it have been more interesting if it had been Chase? She mulled the idea over, but realized she didn’t think so. Despite the generous amount of alcohol in her own system, Cameron didn’t really feel a thrill at the prospect.

Thirteen seemed to notice immediately. “Unsure?” She walked closer to Cameron, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Want me to choose for you…?” She left a silence that let Cameron know she could decline the lap dance altogether, if she wanted to. But Cameron felt like she’d disappoint Thirteen if she did that— she had pulled all the stops for her, and they were basically strangers. She needed to prove Thirteen she was choosing a good person to be friends with, someone who appreciated her offerings.

So instead of saying ‘no, thank you, I don’t feel attracted to any of these men’, she nodded, and said “yes please.”

Thirteen scrunched her nose slightly and squinted, a suspicious smile in place; but she did as told, and looked over the array of strippers to pick one for her new friend. “Thomas!” A man pointed to himself, as if asking ‘me?’, and Thirteen nodded. “Or whatever your name is, handsome.”

“It can be Handsome if our bride wants it to be.” ‘Thomas’ or ‘Handsome’ or whatever-his-name-was accepted the new nicknames like a champ, and approached Cameron as the rest of the strippers dispersed to entertain the invitees. He had a confident stride and a perfect smile that should’ve taken the air out of her lungs, but barely caused a flutter in her stomach.

Despite Cameron’s best efforts, the moment Thomas started the lap dance, she shut her eyes closed and shook her head on instinct. “Wait.” She heard Thirteen say what she’d been thinking. “Please step away.” Despite Thirteen’s friendly demeanor, the sentence was clearly a command, rather than a request. Once again, Thomas moved away like a true professional, understanding this wasn’t a jab at his ego or his skills, and gave the women space, quickly finding a nurse that was more than happy to receive his attention instead.

Thirteen kneeled in front of Cameron, holding onto the sofa’s armrest. “Hey, what’s wrong?” Cameron opened her eyes to find nothing but concern in Thirteen’s expression. No annoyance, no anger, no disappointment.

She swallowed, trying to calm herself down. “Sorry, I know you wanted to do something nice for me.” She looked down at her lap, fidgeting a bit with her fingers. Something about looking at Thirteen’s face so closely made it difficult to breathe, but she didn’t think it was the previous anxiety, nor did she think she was about to cry. “Sorry I ruined it.”

“Hey, this is your party, you didn’t ruin anything.” She held one of Cameron’s hands, and it made her look up in surprise. “Sorry if I pushed.” Her eyes were apologetic and beautifully clear, it filled Cameron with an airy feeling she didn’t know how to describe. “Do you… not like lap dances? I would’ve avoided them if I had-”

Cameron shook her head. “I do, they’re really hot, I just…” What was it? “They look really hot, with the dancing and the strip tease…” without her realizing, Cameron’s eyes started trailing lower. “I guess it’s just that I hadn’t received a lap dance before.” Her gaze finally rested on Thirteen’s bra. It was such a beautiful ensemble, with the extra straps hugging her breasts. “Maybe it’s because women look great doing it, I assumed I’d enjoy it. But the men just feel all ‘in your face’, you know?” Thirteen looked gorgeous in it. Thirteen just looked gorgeous in general, period.

Thirteen noticed the staring, and noticed how Cameron didn’t seem to be aware of what she was doing or saying. Maybe it was the alcohol in her system— maybe it was the alcohol in Cameron’s system— but something about this felt a lot like what Thirteen had seen several women overcome over the years: pure repression. There was a lust in Cameron’s eyes right now that she hadn’t seen in any of the occasions where a hired stripper approached her, no matter how handsome. It sent a thrill up Thirteen’s spine, and spurred her into action before her tipsy brain could think twice. “Want a woman’s lap dance?”

Cameron’s eyes snapped back to Thirteen’s, a sudden but very noticeable blush now accompanying them. “W-what?”

Thirteen smirked, almost wolfishly. She loved how nervous repressed girls were. “You said women look good at it. We could arrange you a female lap dance, if you’d prefer that.”

It was Cameron’s brain’s turn to lag; she stared at Thirteen’s smirk in disbelief. “You… I thought we only hired male strippers.” The growing smirk in Thirteen’s face made her eyes twinkle, and Cameron felt breathy again.

“We did,” Thirteen stood up, slowly; logic would argue it was because it was safer to do things slowly when one was tipsy, especially on heels, but Cameron felt like it was slow motion, like physics worked in Thirteen’s favour to make her look sexy at all times. “But I know someone who’d be happy to try one for you.” 

Cameron looked up from Thirteen’s chest ( once again distracted without her knowledge ) at that. “Even the strip tease??” The excitement in her tone made Thirteen cackle. How had she not realized she was into women? As far as Thirteen knew, Cameron claimed to be straight. 

“Let’s try and see if you like the lap dance first, alright?” Thirteen took one of Cameron’s blonde locks between her fingers, to test how comfortable Cameron was with her around. She saw Cameron’s pupils dilate, and had her answer.

“Alright.” Cameron just couldn’t fathom who in the party was willing to go that far, but she knew she’d be blessed to receive that much— women’s bodies were just so beautiful. She was jealous anytime she remembered Thirteen could have them anytime she wanted.

But then she felt Thirteen’s knee fall on the small sofa right on beat with the low bass of the song that had started playing, right next to her own legs, untouching, and a cascade of emotions ran through her like pure electricity. Pleasure and fear and desire made her feel like her heart nearly exploded. The piercing, hooded eyes locked to hers didn’t even let her look down at the knee that now had her trapped in her seat. “Here’s how it works: no touching unless I touch you; no standing up; if you want me to stop, I stop immediately. No forcing yourself through it.” All Cameron could do was swallow dryly. “Understood?” Cameron nodded after one more second of being paralyzed in arousal. Thirteen smirked again. “Good.”

Truth be told, Thirteen hadn’t given a lap dance in years, and had never done it professionally; but something about the deer in headlights look in Cameron’s face, and the deep red blush that no amounts of alcohol could hide as ‘just drunkenness’, made Thirteen know just what to do. As the song continued to set the mood, Thirteen picked up the glass from Cameron’s hand, completely forgotten by the woman, and drank all of it slowly, letting the cold tangy liquid bathe her senses as she maintained eye contact with the cocktail’s owner.

She watched Cameron gulp, as if the liquid had gone through her lips instead, hand still frozen where the glass had been. Thirteen smirked as she used her other hand to take olives, eating two with tantalizing slowness before she held the last one to Cameron’s lips. Despite the daze, Cameron immediately opened her mouth, letting Thirteen feed her the olive, picking it with her teeth gently but hungrily, as if it was the first meal she’d had in years. Her eyes didn’t leave Thirteen’s, and her breathing was already laboured. Thirteen had no doubts about Cameron’s sexuality anymore, and she laughed at the idea that she ever doubted it.

Thirteen stepped away suddenly, pushing away from Cameron as she removed her knee and headed slowly to the nearby table, setting down the empty glass. Cameron had initially been disappointed at the distance until she realized it meant she could look at those legs, tall and slender, perfectly adorned by the black heels that carried them away from her. Then, as Thirteen turned around to walk back to her, Cameron felt her heart threaten to stop again; the lidded eyes that approached her looked as though Thirteen was hunting her, like delicious prey, and Cameron felt a thrill at it. If death came at the hand of this woman, she wanted to be hunted. She managed to look away from Thirteen’s eyes as another movement distracted her: the soft, sensual sway of her hips, coming closer with every click of a heel— all in perfect sync with the song that played, smooth and steady, building up anticipation with a bass much slower than Cameron’s rushing heart.

Then, after what felt like both seconds and a lifetime, Thirteen reached the sofa again. Instead of reaching for Cameron, she crouched down, and reached for the floor with a hand; Cameron instinctively parted her legs a bit, as if giving Thirteen space to do whatever she was about to do, and Thirteen’s sexy, serious mask broke into an even sexier smirk at the reaction. But she pulled up a napkin— Cameron’s, that she’d dropped when Thirteen took her glass— she was teasing Cameron, and Cameron wasn’t sure how to feel about it. With so much lust coursing through her, she wasn’t sure she was able to feel anything other than desire.

Before Cameron could attempt to complain about the teasing ( if she had even found it in herself to complain ), Thirteen stood up and straddled her— knees on either side of the sofa, still untouching— and placed one hand on the backrest, leaning in to give Cameron front row seats to her chest, before she tossed the napkin behind Cameron. She heard Cameron’s thrilled gasp at the proximity with the bra she’d been staring at before, and pulled away as she let herself fall back as she swayed her torso in a perfect arc, watching how Cameron’s eyes followed her breasts like a magnet. Once that was done, she held herself upright to grab the lapels of her blazer, fingers trailing downward until she started removing the piece oh so very slowly. Cameron’s eyes ran around her body as it uncovered itself, and Thirteen watched a wet tongue dart out to lick hungry lips.

As soon as the blazer was gone— tossed to god knew where— Thirteen  leaned back in to rest a hand on Cameron’s neck as she lowered herself onto her lap, grinding slightly to give her torturous, featherlight contact. “Oh my god.” Cameron’s hands flew to Thirteen’s hips, squeezing as if fighting with her demons to pull her in or to follow the rules. Thirteen gave a soft ‘mm’, eyes closed in pleasure, but stood back up immediately.

Cameron grew scared when the woman turned her back to her, worried it meant the broken rule was a game over for her, until she watched Thirteen’s hands drop sensually to her own thighs and she looked back to Cameron, arching her back as she continued to sway to the music, legs still straddling Cameron’s. Cameron could feel saliva pooling in her mouth, but it was nowhere near the pooling between her legs at that point. Then she watched Thirteen lower herself slowly to Cameron’s lap again, still maintaining eye contact, and she let out a shaky breath that contained ‘god Thirteen’ in it. Thirteen sat flush against Cameron’s hips this time, and saw Cameron’s hands fly to the armrests to grip them in self control. When Thirteen leaned down to give Cameron a view, she heard Cameron’s nails ruining the sofa’s fabric, and when she ran her fingers up Cameron’s exposed calves, she felt Cameron’s hips buck up, which had Thirteen groan in response. Thirteen was a top, she knew as much, but something about dangling herself over a woman that yearned for her body so badly did something to her anyway. She ground more insistently against Cameron to the beat of the song as she sat upright, and could hear Cameron’s breaths come out as restrained moans as she gazed at the perfect ass grinding on her.

As the song neared its end, Thirteen turned to the side, dangling both legs to the side of Cameron’s as she continued to sit on her lap. One hand tangled in Cameron’s perfect hair as the other traveled up Cameron’s collarbone, and she leaned down to trail her lips down Cameron’s jaw before they neared her lips, already parted and panting. Instead of speaking, Thirteen stroked her neck with her fingers softly, invitingly— Cameron’s anxiously awaited cue. Cameron all but lurched forward to capture the teasing lips into a kiss, but Thirteen pulled away as soon as the kiss started, leaving Cameron starving. “Thirteen-” Thirteen just smirked, lips still hovering over hers.

Cameron was about to complain or beg, she wasn’t sure which yet, when Thirteen started moving again. Cameron’s hands let go of the armrests to glue themselves to Thirteen’s hips, helping her turn back to face her body fully and straddle her again. All discontentment from the lack of kissing left Cameron’s brain when Thirteen started grinding again, and Cameron’s head hung back in pleasure. “Enjoyed the dance?” Thirteen’s voice was low in Cameron’s ear, a register Cameron guessed she only used during sex or anger, and it made Cameron shiver in anticipation. She nodded eagerly, unable to properly form words, and she tilted her head back into place to look down at the contact between their hips. The golden buckle of Thirteen’s belt gleamed under the dim party lights, swaying with Thirteen’s movements like a taunt. “I could take it off…” Thirteen started as she noticed the look, and felt Cameron’s excited fingers dig into her hips, barely restrained. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Her tone was confident, teasing; Cameron was sure Thirteen could read minds.

This time, Thirteen bucked her hips into Cameron, and Cameron moaned more loudly. She lowered herself to Cameron’s ear again. “We’d need a bit more privacy for a strip tease, babe…” She pressed her body more purposefully to the woman, overwhelming her already tingling senses as she continued to whisper. “Luckily for the wedding girl, this place’s got a private room.” She pulled back to look into Cameron’s eyes. Her pupils were so blown that Thirteen would’ve sworn her eyes were brown if she’d been any farther away.

“Yes please.”

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Thirteen led Cameron by the hand through the tables of alcohol, decorative dildos, professional strippers, and partygoers. Cameron felt naked despite the dress and the added suit jacket— placed over her shoulders by Thirteen when they stood up from the blessed sofa— but the nerves of being seen with a woman by the people she worked with were nothing next to the desperate arousal she felt for what was to come.

They walked past the heart of the party and into a secluded spot, until Thirteen reached for the doorknob of a nondescript door Cameron hadn’t noticed before. She held it open for Cameron, who stepped inside tentatively, feeling like prey walking into a trap under Thirteen’s icy blue gaze again. Thirteen stepped in after her and closed the door, locking it with the key that waited for them on the other side, and leaving it in the doorknob for Cameron, should she wish to step out on her own. Thirteen walked down a set of stairs that looked fancy despite the simplicity, and Cameron followed, excitement running through her all over again.

Once they got to the bottom, they were greeted by a minimalistic room: one sofa, one coffee table, dim lighting. Soft but sensual music was coming from somewhere in the room, giving it the feel that it was a professional stripping private room.

As soon as Cameron walked in front of the sofa, Thirteen pushed her down, and Cameron landed softly on the comfortable cushions. Her hand landed on something, though, and that’s when she noticed a wallet. Cameron’s eyebrows furrowed, confused. “This is mine!”

Thirteen chuckled. “Your ER friends thought you might need it when I mentioned the stripper train.” Cameron opened it to double check that it was hers when she felt Thirteen’s lips on her ear again. “We all put in a little extra, in case it came in handy…” Cameron noticed the wallet was in fact much fuller than when she put it in her purse that morning, and she looked over with a surprised expression as Thirteen sat on the coffee table in front of her, one leg crossed over the other. Cameron’s mouth was slightly ajar, Thirteen’s was smirking.

“I guess it was in vain, since you didn’t like the boys…” something about Thirteen’s playful tone made it feel as though she meant to say she didn’t like any boys. “But  we could still find some use for it, don’t you think?” She tilted her head slightly to the side questioningly, and Cameron’s eyes trailed over the perfect jawline.

“Yeah.” She said breathily, and pulled out a $20.

Thirteen’s eyes honed in on the bill. She hadn’t planned on any of this, but the money play gave her a sense of control. It wasn’t Thirteen’s first time getting it on with a taken woman— she wasn’t blindly in favour of cheating, but reasons weighed heavier than actions, she thought; plus, she had no need to ask for marital status before bar flings, and those were her usual encounters. Still, Cameron wasn’t just a taken woman, she was the wedding girl; her boss’s former fellow; a head of department in the workplace; a new friend.

But she was also disgusted about dick, and soaking wet from looking at boobs.

Thirteen took the bill slowly from Cameron’s hand, and made a show of tucking it in her cleavage. “Let’s have some fun, then.” She stood up, legs on either side of Cameron’s knees, hands on her exposed waist. Cameron’s fingers twitched in anticipation, and Thirteen smirked. “A single 20 won’t get you touching privileges, party girl.” She sat on Cameron’s lap, closer to her knees than to her hips, teasing. Then she leaned over, running her hands over Cameron’s nape, and brought their noses together before looking down to the space between them. “That bulge tells me you can do better, though.” The suggestive wording wasn’t accidental, and Cameron gulped as she looked down at the wallet on her lap. She felt a blush burning her face at the knowledge that if she had a dick she would have the biggest erection of her life, though.

Cameron moved almost carefully to open the wallet again, and picked a second bill at random. This one was a $10. She reached for a second, a $50. She stared at them as if math were impossible for her at that present moment, or as if the bills were speaking to her in important riddles. Then she looked up at Thirteen, and gazed into her eyes, as if they held the answers. She folded the bills and reached for Thirteen’s chest, tucking them gently where the other bill rested, snug against hot skin. The moment her fingers let go of the money, she was rewarded with the delicious feeling of Thirteen sliding further into her lap, her hands caressing her neck, her lips kissing her jaw. “Now you have touching privileges.” Was stated in between kisses, and Cameron’s hands ran to her ass like hungry dogs chasing a meal.

It made Thirteen buck slightly, but she knew how to control herself far better than Cameron did. “Would you like another lap dance, Dr. Cameron?” She asked as her mouth trailed lower and reached her neck, feeling Cameron’s throat bob with a strained gulp.

Cameron spoke as she ran her hands up Thirteen’s hips and down to her ass again, basking in the soft feeling, and the rush of desire she hadn’t expected. Her hands wanted to do something, she just didn’t know what; didn’t know what being with a woman would entail; was surprised she wanted it so badly. “W-what are the… other options?” Thirteen looked up to see Cameron’s eyes were hazy, full of lust; she was certain Cameron would agree to getting fucked right on that sofa if Thirteen offered it. Hell, Thirteen didn’t think Cameron was at all aware that she was still in her own bachelorette party, celebrating that she was about to marry a man.

But hey, if Cameron was this excited about the female body, Thirteen was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt. “Well…” She reached for her belt’s buckle. “I did promise a premium, never before seen, limited edition strip tease, didn’t I?”

“You said stripping.” Cameron corrected immediately, definitely wanting a full strip if this was the stripper, instead of what’s-his-name and his friends. Thirteen laughed delightedly as she started swirling her hips around, not grinding down on Cameron, but still giving her a hypnotizing visual as she began working on her belt. She took her time as she pulled at the leather, letting Cameron watch as the buckle let go of it little by little, until she used her fingers to lead the belt away, Cameron’s lungs constricting more and more as the accessory abandoned each loop around Thirteen’s pants.

Once the belt was off, Thirteen draped it around Cameron’s neck, raising an eyebrow as they made eye contact, before she looped it into place, slow enough to both be sensual and give Cameron the time to stop her. Thirteen inhaled in surprise when Cameron actually tilted her head up slightly, silently asking Thirteen to do it. She complied, pulling at the belt until Cameron’s neck stopped it, and heard Cameron’s breath hitch into a strained moan at the slight choke. Then Thirteen pulled again, leading Cameron forth if she wanted to avoid actual choking, and Cameron immediately put her mouth to work, kissing and sucking at the chest in front of her. “Good girl.” Thirteen let out amusedly, and Cameron moaned in between kisses at it. The praise made her tingle all over, and the feeling of soft, delicious skin in her mouth made her thrum with want. Thirteen was addictive, and Cameron wondered if this was what being attracted to women felt like.

After basking in the feeling of a beautiful woman’s lips against her skin for a few moments, Thirteen pulled at the belt again, halting Cameron’s kisses and earning another strangled moan at it. Cameron looked up at her with the biggest questioning puppy eyes; which would’ve been adorable in any other context, but in this one they only screamed one thing: ‘what’s my command?’ Thirteen pulled her lower, slowly, and Cameron started panting at the feeling of her blood rushing to her head from the collar’s pressure. Then she realized what the command was, and once again Cameron eagerly put her mouth to work, pulling at the pants to undo the button and pulling the zipper down. It was difficult in their positions, but Thirteen held her hips high for her to have better access, and Cameron didn’t seem to mind the strain, focused solely on the reward. Her hands were still too distracted with Thirteen’s ass and legs to help.

Cameron’s head was swimming. The sight, the treatment, the scent. She felt a gentle hand run through her hair— nothing like the unforgiving pull of the belt— and looked up once she felt the collar loosen. Thirteen’s eyes were softer now, but still clearly lustful. “You’re so obedient, Dr. Cameron.” Cameron felt the hand trail down to her cheek; play with her jaw. “I guess it’s to be expected, you do look like an angel after all.” Cameron leaned into the touch almost gratefully at the praise. Then Thirteen’s voice dropped to a lower octave, the delicious one that promised sex and passion. “I wonder if you know how to misbehave, too.”

Cameron let out a moan that sounded more like a pleading whine. Thirteen decided Cameron had had enough touching for now, and stood up from the sofa as she started getting rid of her pants. She turned around slowly, before bending only her torso down to lower the pants, giving Cameron a full view of her ass, and the wet lingerie that hugged it. “Oh my god…” escaped Cameron’s lips shakily. The dog collar was a perfect fit; Cameron was all but drooling at the show.

When Thirteen turned back around to straddle Cameron again, she noticed there was a handful of bills ready in her hands. Thirteen let out an aroused chuckle, and straddled Cameron with more confidence, if that was even possible. Before she could sit down, Cameron’s hands reached for the white undergarment, pulling at the hem of the panties to secure the money against a slender hipbone. Thirteen tilted Cameron’s chin up as she lowered herself back on her lap, grinding once more, and letting her breath tickle the panting lips before she spoke. “You can misbehave, Allison.”

Cameron moaned as she grabbed Thirteen’s hips roughly, pulling her flush against her hips as she reached up to kiss her. Thirteen allowed the kiss this time, immediately trailing her tongue against the begging lips and sliding it in, moaning at how Cameron sucked on it desperately before she did the same. Then she felt Cameron get bold, her fingers sneaking inside her underwear to knead her ass directly, and it made Thirteen buck her hips again.

But Thirteen wasn’t one to be fucked, she was one to fuck. So she broke the kiss to start working on Cameron’s jaw and neck as she pulled the belt off, trailing wet kisses as she tried her best to stay focused despite the delicious hands on her skin. She was about to trail further down when she heard Cameron moan out a ‘please bite me.’, and instinctively, Thirteen bit the skin against her lips. “MMfff yes! Harder!”

Thirteen licked on her skin instead. “Are you sure? It’ll leave a mark-”

Cameron’s voice was still drowned in lust. “I’ll pay you extra if I have to, just do it.” Thirteen chuckled as she bit down harder, feeling soft skin bend between hard teeth. Cameron’s grip on her ass tightened and she pulled her closer still. “Ohh yess…” Her moans were more vocal now, and it made Thirteen groan in pleasure as she bit another spot. She didn’t know if she’d be able to hold herself back much longer. Not with Cameron showing such neediness.

Thirteen kissed the already-reddening spot she’d just attacked, and got up again, with a bit more difficulty now that Cameron’s hands didn’t want to let go.  She reached around the sofa, and pulled a lever hidden by the cushioning, tilting the backrest into a half-sitting position and making Cameron yelp. Then Thirteen grabbed Cameron’s hips, pulling roughly until she was at the edge of the sofa, and leaned down to kiss at her collarbone hungrily. “Thirteen!” Cameron moaned out loudly, shocked and overwhelmed with how suddenly forward she was being. Her hands tangled in Thirteen’s hair, desperate to anchor herself to something. “God yes… Haah…” She continued to moan as Thirteen kissed lower, stopping only when the fabric of the dress impeded her from reaching more skin.

Cameron tried to get her breathing under control once she felt Thirteen reach the end of the exposed skin, but was taken over by a rush as she felt Thirteen boldly take a clothed breast into her mouth. “OhmyGOD!” Cameron bucked up as she moaned. “Yes!!” Thirteen let out a pleased hum at the reaction, trailing her tongue across the other breast, basking in how Cameron panted and moaned, eyes shut closed in pleasure despite the clothes separating her from the real thing.

But then Cameron felt nothing for a few seconds, and she opened her eyes to search for Thirteen. Another moan escaped her as she found her, crouching in front of her knees, hungry eyes waiting for her to notice. Cameron tilted her head back to give herself a break from the breathtaking image, and her hands fumbled around to look for her wallet. Thirteen didn’t need money, this hadn’t been about the money at all, but she still let Cameron play out her action, her readiness to splurge on her turning her on further. Once Cameron’s clumsy fingers managed to grab another handful of money ( she wasn’t really paying attention to the amount, she wasn’t even looking ), she placed the bunch between her legs, seemingly unable to sit up to tuck it into the underwear. “Please…”

Thirteen leaned in to kiss the inner part of her knee. “Open your eyes.” She ordered, and continued to kiss once Cameron did, electricity running through their locked gaze. “I want you to remember who’s making you come.”

“Fuuuuck…” Cameron dropped her head back on the sofa, eyes glued to Thirteen’s lips as she started kissing further up her thigh. As she spread Cameron’s thighs farther apart with one hand, she reached for the bills with another, tucking them somewhere in her lingerie to move the obstacle away from her meal.

Thirteen smirked. “I don’t think such filthy words are fit for the bride…” Then she leaned further in, grabbing the minidress with her teeth and pulling it up with the help of her hands, finally exposing pink lace so soaked it looked much darker in colour. “God, Allison…” her breath tickled the wet cloth, and Cameron moaned more loudly, feeling herself get even wetter at the use of her name. It sounded heavenly in Thirteen’s voice, and Cameron felt like she could never answer to anyone else calling for her again.

Cameron started growing more impatient. “Please…” Thirteen thought about it. There was no way out of it, she would make Cameron come tonight, but she wanted to hear her beg for it a bit more. They had made each other wait long enough, but Thirteen figured they could wait a bit longer. Thirteen blew a bit of cold air against Cameron’s clit— the wet lace doing nothing to shield it— and Cameron whimpered out a slurring of ‘please please please…’

“Please what?” Thirteen started kissing the skin around the underwear, and Cameron’s hips started bucking up needily.

“Eat me out…” Cameron could barely form the words properly as she panted. “Put your tongue in…” She could almost feel tears in her eyes from how hot her cheeks were.  “Fuck me, Thirteen. Do whatever you want with me…”

A groan escaped Thirteen’s throat, almost a growl. “Fuck, Cameron.” She could feel herself salivating, knowing Cameron couldn’t wait for her mouth to touch her.

“Allison.” Cameron interrupted, and Thirteen’s eyes flew back into Cameron’s, wide with surprise. “Call me Allison…”

Thirteen’s eyes closed as she took a steadying breath, trying not to moan. “You’ll be the death of me, Allison.” She grabbed Cameron’s thighs, putting them over her shoulders as she leaned in. “But god I’ll die happy…” she gave the underwear a slow, hot lick, and Cameron bucked her hips so hard Thirteen almost hurt her lip with her teeth at the impact.

“Yes god, yes- mmhhh…” Cameron’s pitch had gone up an octave. “Rip them if you have to.”

Thirteen grabbed the cloth with her teeth pulling at it slightly and sucking the juices off it before she let it snap back to Cameron, smirking at the gasp it earned her. “I would gladly, but I bet your fiance remembers this gorgeous set, and he’d be suspicious if it suddenly had holes in it, don’t you think?” She dragged her tongue against Cameron again as she waited for the reply, knowing by the moans that she was only making it harder for her.

“I…” she panted. “Don’t wear these around him…” Her eyes were closed again, trying to keep herself from coming before the main event.

Thirteen heard her moan again when she hummed pensively against her. She loved being a little shit. “Does it have something to do with the fact that you don’t like men?” Cameron jolted at that statement, eyes flying open to stare at Thirteen in horror, but not in confusion.

She moved her mouth as she tried to come up with a rebuttal. She did like men? But the male strippers had put her off. She loved her fiance? But she couldn’t even bring herself to want to seduce him unless she was craving release. She didn’t like women? But the best pleasure she’d gotten all year was sitting between her legs, proving her otherwise, and hadn’t even started on the real sex. “I…” it came out as a squeak, and Thirteen smiled fondly, not actually wanting to mock her through this realization. Then she watched Cameron frown and reach to the side, picking up the wallet and handing it over, closed, to Thirteen. “I want you to fuck me until I’m raw and can’t remember my fiance’s stupid name.”

Thirteen’s eyebrows shot up in shock. Whatever she expected for Cameron’s gay awakening, that was not it. She took the wallet slowly, as if expecting her to back down, and tossed it over her back as soon as she had it in her hand, making a point of letting Cameron know she gave no shits about any of the money. “Yes, ma’am…” She then pulled the underwear up with her teeth again, watching Cameron throw her head back with another loud, incoherent moan at the pressure, until she hooked her fingers in the underwear and tore at it, arm and jaw muscles flexing as the cloth ripped into pieces from the pulling points.

Cameron let out a shaky moan in excitement as she looked down at it, and Thirteen gave her a smirk paired with a scolding gaze. “I liked these, Allison, I can’t believe I just ruined them.”

Cameron let out a moany laugh, feeling a bit euphoric at the reward of accepting she did in fact like women— tacit as it had been— and at the casual use of her name. “You can just… hah… buy me nnnmm… new ones later.”

It earned her a cackle from Thirteen. “Later? Are you asking me out, Allison?” But before Cameron could decipher if it was fully a joke or just half a joke, Thirteen pressed her tongue against Cameron’s dripping folds, and Cameron forgot her entire vocabulary.

Thirteen immediately felt Cameron clench and get wet all over again, and smirked confidently despite the moan that escaped her. “Does your fiance make you feel like this, Allison?”

“Hhmmmff… mmmmnnn…” Cameron couldn’t really talk with how busy her throat was between producing moans and trying to catch her breath, so she just shook her head. “Ooohh…” Her moans were so loud that Thirteen worried the party upstairs may actually hear them. Didn’t worry too much, though. She licked again, and started sucking at her clitoris. “OOOHH my goddd…”

She unglued herself from the soaked flesh to speak again. “Do you get this wet for him?” Cameron whimpered as she shook her head again, uncoordinated. “Look at me, Allison.” Cameron opened her eyes slightly. Big mistake. Ice blue drowned in lust and hunger, “Do you ever want to come for him like you want to come for me?” and Cameron watched as two delicious fingers thrusted inside her and a tongue pressed and sucked at her clitoris, unforgivingly pushing her into the best climax Allison Cameron had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

‘Oh my god Thirteen!’ was moaned way above the music volume. “Oh fuck me, yes! Yes, fuck, right there- haah… just like that!!” Cameron suddenly had control on her sentences again, and Thirteen adored what she was coming up with. As Cameron continued to come, Thirteen lowered her head further to lick at the dripping reward, fingers still pumping as the woman writhed and clenched around her. “Mmmffuck, keep going, harder!”

Thirteen did a double take, and smirked at the request. “Again already? Am I that good?” Her mouth was busy talking, but her fingers didn’t stop.

Cameron started bucking her hips, searching for her tongue again. “YES!! Nnnmm more!”

Thirteen felt legs pulling her in, and she complied happily, pulling her fingers out to slide her tongue in quickly. “Mhhhffuuuck… god yes- hmmff…” She immediately felt Cameron clench against her, and moaned in response. She let her tongue wander in as far as it could, dancing around to touch as many pleasure points as she could find— which were many, if Cameron’s lustful screams were anything to go by— and soon enough Cameron was riding another wave of absolute pleasure, orgasming far more quickly and intensely than she had in the past. “Oh Thirteen! Oh! Mmmf! Yes yes yes!” Maybe she did only like women. Maybe it was specifically about Thirteen. Cameron couldn’t frankly bring herself to care at that moment.

As she rode out her orgasm— Thirteen’s tongue expertly pulling wave after wave out of her like delicious ecstasy— Cameron’s ear-shattering moans ebbed into quiet, satisfied whimpers; the obvious sounds of her body already missing something great. Then, as Cameron’s eyes closed in exhausted pleasure, she felt Thirteen’s body shift over and on top of hers, propping itself on its elbows so as to bring Cameron a comforting warmth without putting weight on her.

Cameron slowly opened her eyes, finding the beautiful ice blue that had just given her the best time of her life. She smiled lazily, and moved her head slightly, silently asking for a kiss. Thirteen’s eyes smiled, and she leaned down to kiss her languidly. The taste of herself in Thirteen’s tongue made her shiver as she processed what’d just happened. She didn’t really know Thirteen, but she really liked what she knew of her. And for once, the prospect of getting to know someone, really know someone, made Cameron feel the hopeful nerves movies told her she should feel for boys, but realized now she hadn’t really felt before.

In a decision that felt more like instinct than rationale, Cameron raised a tired hand, and trailed her fingers through Thirteen’s well chiseled jaw and perfectly flush cheeks. She watched the cold eyes burn as her pupils dilated.

Cameron smiled at it, somewhere between giddiness and mischief. She tried swallowing the hoarse pain in her throat before she spoke. “Will I be able to pay for your premium, special treatment again sometime?” Thirteen’s eyebrows rose in amusement, and Cameron’s smile grew into more of a confident smirk. “Say, dinner, maybe? Tomorrow night?”

The surprised smile that painted Thirteen’s expression gave her the answer she needed. “Sure, it’s a date. Maybe I can use that money to get you a new lingerie set while at it, too.” Thirteen’s eyes were softly hopeful despite the joke, and Cameron smiled at it before she moved her hand to hold Thirteen’s nape, pulling her down into a kiss that sealed what she hoped would be a brighter future than the one the party outside celebrated for.