So here is my new story, I hope you read and enjoy it ... As you know I don't speak or write English as well I want, but I keep practicing, so please be patient with me.

AN1: You know, I'll never understand why some people always hide under their words, looking offended and criticize people ... people who don't even know. This place is suitable for all situations, readers, writers and commentators in particular, but that doesn't give you the right to personally offend anyone ... so if you don't like the Fic, save the words for yourself and their time in reading it. Believe me when I say that I write because I like to, not because I want to read the nasty comments of people with low self-esteem. I don't want to be rude, but I've been seeing this on multiple Fanfics before and it really bothers me. so please a little respect for yourself and others.

AN2: For the rest of you people just keep being so kind and good as I'm sure you are and comment without fear. There are ways to give your opinion about something without being rude and impolite. Have a good weekend :)

Eveything About You

The club was packed to the amount of energy and people with loud music and bodies bouncing to the rhythm of each Bunji Garlin with his song Differentology. It was the celebration of Halloween in Columbia University and a tradition for this time have the students crazy with their costumes for win the award for best costume of the year.

The party's DJ was exhausted so she left her cab to another place to cool off when she found a green Tinkerbelle masked, the DJ was not wearing a costume but the rule was that at least wore a mask so in that way no one would recognize. This was for the dramatic effect at night.

Tinkerbelle moved closer and closer to the DJ until she was two steps away from her mouth and she could delight the eyes bluer than she can remember ever seeing "You're very good at what you do." Tinkerbelle told her in the ear intimately. Then the next thing she know is that they're kissing passionately and needy, hands roamed the bodies of both women until the lack of oxygen became a problem.

"Mmm you usually kiss a stranger in that way at parties like this?" The DJ asked without stop to savor the sweet taste the Tinkerbelle's raspberry lipstick.

"No, I don't usually do this, but I'm paying a bet and you seriously looked so sexy up there ... so is a win-win." She said cheekily.

"So it's a bet that makes you come to me? I don't know whether to be flattered or used for that matter."

"Trust me, a better term would be flattered ... You want to get out of here?" The blue-eyed beauty sensually asks biting her lower lip melting the DJ. "On a more private place than this?"

"If I say yes, you have to be honest with me and tell me if you just want to go get some air or actually you're asking me to fuck you in the nearest bathroom so you can pay your bet. Is that what you want?" The DJ asked bluntly.

"My bet was to kiss you, let you to fuck me is my birthday present I give to myself today." Now it's on the throbbing between DJ's legs, taking the Tinkerbelle's hand before connecting their mouths again.

"Happy Birthday Tinkerbelle"

With the intense noise of the disco the two women quickly entered the women's bathrooms. Tinkerbell lead the way and DJ closely following her. Locking the bathroom door so no one get in, the DJ started to make her birthday present to a very hot blonde with blue eyes.

The DJ smiling mischievously kiss the blonde's neck biting hard her pulse and then relieve burning with her warm tongue, she could feel the heartbeat of the blonde in the clouds and that excited her more. Dragging her hands over the smaller woman's body, the DJ boldly take off blonde's strapless freeing her breasts full and firm, without wasting time taking the nipple left in her mouth and sucking hard, earning a throaty groan from the blonde.

Moaning puts her right hand on the black hair, pushing towards her chest until she releases her hard nipple again. Maneuvering with her hands up the blonde manages masked the bathroom countertop. The blonde without hesitation hooked her legs around DJ's hips pulling her closer to her needy and moist center. With enough teasing, Tinkerbell takes the DJ's right hand and carries between her legs, causing a loud moan of both women, one of the precious contact and the other embraced by the heat emanating from the sex to the other woman .

Then suddenly the DJ takes the headband of silk stockings lowering blonde with her lace lingerie. The blonde is surprised for a moment but then remember that this is what she wants... to be fucked in her birthday for the third year sexy DJ of the faculty of arts and humanities. Yes, she may not know the brunette's name, but she knew who was kissing and sucking her neck and her boobs right now.

Then without warning the brunette enters in her with two fingers, initially she squeezes her legs and tenses but she's beyond wet so there was no damage. When her body relaxes again the brunette starts pushing her fingers deep into her, harder and deeper with each thrust. The blonde grunting and groaning louder and louder and leave the fingers enter it with stronger, she could feel her stomach tightening and tingling sensation that ran her legs. Then when the blonde thought she'll come, the brunette stopped.

"Turn around Tinkerbell." The DJ ordered the stunned blonde "I want you to look in the mirror while I make you come." She says again, smiling cheekily. The blonde as she could with her trembling legs slid off the counter and put her back to the DJ facing the mirror.

The brunette gently kissed the blonde's neck with her tongue and move her hands down her bare breasts, kneading the nipples areola, without looking away from the blonde in the mirror, the brunette ran her slender body of blonde and came to her crotch. Moving the middle finger slippery and sticky folds of the blonde, pushing her hooded member; when masked blonde groaned shaking her body, the brunette smiled.

"Spread your legs for me birthday girl." The blonde quickly granted, feeling the brunette's fingers playing with her entry, torturing her and pulling her closer to the edge.

"I thought you were going to make me come." Couldn't help it, she was almost begging for release. The brunette just continued smiling and playing with her.

"Look at me ..." the blonde conceded again "I will make you come so hard that you'll want to close your eyes ... but your task Tinkerbelle is to keep your eyes open and see it, if you close your eyes I'll stop and then we started again." The DJ took off her mask, revealing her beautiful face "Do we have a deal?" She didn't wait for an answer but inserting her fingers deep into the blonde, earning a loud moan "I'll take that as a yes."

For the next few minutes all that could be heard inside the bathroom were loud groans and curses of the blonde's mouth, the click of her fingers in and out increasingly picking up moisture. A grueling and tortuous struggle waged blonde while trying to keep her eyes open but she remembered what her reward was so it never faded in her task. She could see the satisfaction in the brunette eyes as she followed seen her looking in the mirror, agitated and sweaty with bouncing breasts in her eyes ... that look eater, that was what made her come. HARD.

The blonde clenched her hands on the counter to have white knuckles, gave a loud cry in the middle of the room while her body released her thick fluids. The DJ could feel the blonde's body gets tightens and squeezes her fingers inside her, she feel the small replicas of intense orgasm that just cross the small body and her juices are released into the palm of her hand and around Blonde mules. Then she loosened, releasing the strong fingers. All this without even blinking, their eyes never losing contact.

"You okay?" The DJ ask softly without take off her fingers. After a few seconds, the blonde nods positively, still haven't find the strength to speak.

Then the brunette carefully pulls her fingers out of blonde's depth and takes them to her mouth to savor the taste of Tinkerbell ... the blonde could start to feel excited again about that. When DJ see the blue eyes gets darks again reflected in the mirror, she couldn't help smiling broadly ... sexy as hell. The DJ then proceeded to make decent the blonde again, putting her clothes in the places they were.

Approaching the ear of the blonde, the brunette whispered, "You taste so good Tinkerbell. Happy Birthday." And with that, the sexy brunette DJ unlock the bathroom door and left, leaving behind a freshly fucked and dazed blond but with a silly smile on her lips.

Two days later the blonde makes her way to the fifth floor of all buildings, knocking on the door to announce her arrival. Then a tall blonde woman, hazel green eyes talking by phone gives her access to the office, the blonde makes her way through the spacious and elegant office; she sits at the desk waiting for the other woman finished her phone call.

"Hope you had a good weekend Arizona." The woman said directing her attention to the woman in front of her with a sly smile.

"Well, considering that Halloween is my favorite holiday and also my birthday, don't see why wouldn't have fun, right?" They laugh. Elegant woman beckons Arizona that following the conference room.

"I'm glad to hear that, but I have another job for you in which you have to get to work immediately." Arizona nods, she has done this for some times now, she knows when it's really important.

When the two women enter to the conference room, the other blonde give to Arizona a huge file before starting to speak.

"The person you need to keep an eye is Callie Torres, a student at the Columbia University so at least you should have seen her at some point, Faculty of Arts and Humanities and very popular with students, to my knowledge." When Arizona finally opens the file greets bigger photo of Callie and felt her blood run cold.

"Actually, we are behind her father. Carlos Torres owner of the largest chain of hotels in the country with branches in Latin America too."

"Why his child is so important in this?" Arizona asked trying to find ways get out of this... there was none.

"Because she knows more than she appears, she is the cover of her father, she is the one who will lead us to Mr. Torres. I need to get all the information you can have from her, be her friend, hang out with her, I don't know, do what you want with her but I need to find a relationship between her daughter's paintings and Carlos Torres's business." The blonde says.

"Paintings? What the paintings mean in the Mr. Torres's business?" Arizona asked confused.

"That my friend is what you have to figure out for me." The blonde replies, "I can count on you to do this Arizona?" It's not like she can refuse, so she just nods

"Good. Want to go for a coffee, maybe lunch?" The blonde asked hopefully.

"Sure, a coffee sounds great." Arizona says nervously while opening the file again to see the photo of Callie Torres. Although she's known her as the sexy brunette DJ, who just fucked her in the bathroom of a nightclub last Saturday.

She was screw… so screw.

so... let me know :)