Zoe and Rita were sitting in their booth laughing with Greta about Robyn and Max's father. Robyn stared at them 'I don't feel so good' she mumbled before running to the bathroom. 'I'd better go and see if she's okay' Greta laughed following the redhead.
Rita smiles at Zoe, 'looks like Robyn can't keep up...I suggest another shot, back in a second.' Zoe relaxes back sipping her wine, feeling rather tipsy. The blonde returns with 6 shots. 'I'm not doing all of those!' Zoe exclaimed. Rita sat down 'don't worry they were on offer we don't have to do them all now...they're cherry and apple sourz...makes a change from spirits.'
Rita was just picking up the plastic shot cup when Greta came over 'I'm so sorry Zoe but Robyn is feeling really bad so I'm going to take her home...tell you what here's £20 for you and your friends. Have a round on me.' Greta hugged her saying goodbye before leaving.
Zoe turned to Rita with a wicked grin holding the money. Rita laughed at her 'come on! Shot!' Just as Rita downed the shot a gorgeous woman caught her eye.
'Zoe look over there...oh my god...is that Connie?' Rita gasped.
Connie entered the nightclub wearing a long low cut black designer dress with her signature black Louboutins. The brunette approached the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. She was leaning against the bar when she heard the sound of a familar voice 'Mrs Beauchamp?' Rita stood next to the bar, once she realised she was right she leant against it '...you look...'
Connie took her glass and sipped the liquid, looking Rita up and down waiting for her to continue 'yes...Nurse Freeman...I look...?'
'Stunning' Rita whispered. Connie smiled evilly, leaning in so Rita could smell her perfume, 'you don't look too bad yourself...Nice heels...nice horns.'
Connie paused for a second before walking towards Zoe, Rita staring after her in disbelief.
'Hi Zoe. Congratulations...where is everyone?' Connie sat next to the consultant looking round. 'Hi Connie, they left 10 minutes ago...they couldn't keep up' Zoe grinned, as Rita sat down opposite Connie. 'Well we can't have that...I see you have shots here...' Connie downed her wine and picked up a shot 'to Zoe and her last night of freedom!' All three of them finished their shot, Connie doing the last one as well.
'What is this? It barely counts as an alcoholic drink! That won't do! Come on Zoe what's your poison? It's on me' Connie stood up taking out £40.
Zoe thought about it for a second 'I guess Sambuca shots get me drunk the quickest' she admitted. 'Sambuca it is' Connie turned to Rita 'so, Nurse Freeman what about you?' There was an unmistakable twinkle in her eye, like she was looking forward to gaining this valuable information. Rita blushed, trying her best to keep her eyes on Connie's face, as her dress revealed a lot but the way she was looking at her was just as bad '...urm I'll have a look at the drinks list...' she stuttered before getting up and swiftly hurrying to the bar. Connie smiled 'I'll back in a second Zoe.'
Rita was leaning forward against the bar waiting to be served, she could feel a presence behind her. She then felt a body pressing up against her and breathing against her neck. 'So what are you having?' Connie's voice was as smooth as silk, melting the blonde. Rita's breathing quickened as she felt Connie moving her body closer against her, forcing her into the bar.
Before Rita could say or do anything Connie took a step around her, looking the blonde in the eye smiling innocently. The bartender came over to them 'what can I get you ladies?' Rita tried to speak but nothing came out. Connie paused for a second before ordering the Sambuca then looked at Rita like she was trying to work her out '...and...3...no 5 shots of...Tequila please.' Rita's eyes widened when she realised Connie had guessed her poison, this action telling Connie that she had been correct.
Rita leant in closer to the brunette with her card 'what's your drink Mrs Beauchamp?' Connie matched her, leaning in even more so her lips brushed against Rita's cheek 'why do you want to know Nurse Freeman?' Rita pushed her body against Connie's for a split second '...because I want to see how fun you can really be...' The blonde pulled away taking a step back. Connie turned back to the bartender who was placing their shots on a tray 'can you add 6 Jager bombs to that?' Rita smiled, her eyes following the skin of Connie's arm up to her neck...where she most wanted to bite.
Once Connie had paid she winked at the blonde, turned on her heel with the shots and headed back to where Zoe was sitting.
Zoe's eyes widened in disbelief when she saw the tray of shots Connie placed on the table 'you are definitely trying to get me drunk! You do realise me and Rita have already had a few drinks before you arrived.' The Clinical Lead smiled wickedly 'well I guess, I'd better catch up...' she looked at Rita before downing a Jager bomb.
'So we have a nice mix of our shots of choice...' Connie passed Rita a Tequila, Zoe a Sambuca and picked up another Jager bomb for herself '...to Zoe!'
Zoe looked at her hand 'yes, that definitely hit the spot...' Rita swayed slightly as the alcohol ran down her throat, she glanced at Connie who looked like the drink was also having an affect on. '...Mrs Beauchamp...you are a very classy lady...why Jager bombs?' Rita hiccuped. Connie giggled 'well, I don't have them very often so my tolerance for them is quite low' she leant in slightly '...and I like the energy of the red bull.' Rita rose an eyebrow, liking this side of her boss.
'Okay ladies, another shot then dance!' Zoe instructed. Connie and Rita nodded. 'Let's all have a Sambuca shot!' Zoe finished.
The three ladies walked on to the dance floor, getting a feel for the rhythm of the song. Rita's eyes descending Connie's body as she watched her move. Connie's eyes glancing over Rita's lips while she held Zoe's hand, as they danced. After 2 songs Zoe hurried over to the bar to order a glass of water.
Rita was aware that it was just her and Connie dancing, an Akon song started playing, the lyrics expressing exactly what she wanted to do to the Clinical Lead. Connie's hands brushed against Rita's, their bodies coming closer together. The brunette moved her hands to Rita's waist pulling her hips into her's as she moved. Rita couldn't help herself, her eyes were locked on to Connie's lips, they looked so soft... The brunette knew Rita was looking so parted them slightly, then licking them. Rita's heart pounded in her chest, her willpower was fading, she came closer. Connie closed the distance, pushing against her lips, pulling her in at the waist. Rita's hands moving from Connie's arms to her face. The brunette bit Rita's lip, letting her breathe for a second before coming back with more fire, her tongue entering Rita's mouth.
Zoe stood there watching them, feeling the affect rushing down her body 'fuck' she thought as she watch Connie grab Rita's bum as they danced. The consultant waited for them to finish before approaching them so they didn't know she had seen them. 'Shots?' She asked them, they smiled at her, glancing at each other as they made their way back over to the booth.
'Jager bombs!' Zoe grinned passing them over '1...2...3.'
Rita started giggling causing the other 2 to laugh. Zoe was laughing hysterically, she fell forwards against the table and knocked a glass over 'oops' she exclaimed with wide eyes, her hand over her mouth. Rita pointed at her and giggled even more, she ended up falling off the seat, Connie slipped her arm around her waist just in time to bring her back. 'Thank you, Mrs...' Rita became speechless looking at Connie's lips. Connie leant in '...Beauchamp' pressing her lips against Rita's. When they broke away, the kiss lingering in the air, Rita whispered '...Beauchamp.'
'...hot...' Zoe thought, not realising she had said it aloud. Connie and Rita turned to her. Zoe looking at Rita's lips 'I...don't think...I've ever...kissed a girl...' Connie grinned wickedly pulling Rita on to her lap, taking Zoe's hand. The Clinical Lead watched them lean in closer as she kissed Rita's neck, gasping when thier lips met as she felt moisture between her thighs. Zoe's lips moving fast against Rita's, like she had been waiting for this for a long time, moaning slightly when she felt a similar reaction to what Connie was experiencing.
Rita pulled away, stood up and sat down opposite Connie '...this is a bad idea...'
All three of them stared into space, drunkenly pondering Rita's comment. They then picked up whatever shot that was closest and simultaneously downed them.
Rita's face contorted into disgust at the aftertaste of the Jager Bomb '...that tastes awful...' before she had time to think Connie's lips were on her's then she was tasting Connie's tongue again. The brunette pulled away 'better?' she whispered seductively. Rita smiled 'yes, thank you.'
Connie walked round the booth so she was sitting next to Rita again, Zoe close on the blonde's other side. Connie took Rita's cheek in her hands, kissing her deeply. Rita pulled away and pushed Connie closer to Zoe, their lips meeting for the first time. The consultant running her hands over Connie's torso, lingering on her chest. Connie's hands gradually moving lower down Rita's body as she pushed her lips against Zoe's.
Rita couldn't take it anymore so interrupted them 'Tequila!' Connie pulled away from Zoe, kissed Rita briefly before picking up the shot. She was about to down it but Rita put a finger against her lips 'no...you need to do it properly' gesturing at the salt and lime. Connie rolled her eyes, Zoe giggled. They watched the blonde run her tongue along her wrist, licking their lips. 'Go on...' Rita encouraged them picking up the salt 'I will warn you...this will get me drunk...right now I'm extremely tipsy...but after this...' she licked the salt off her hand and poured the alcohol down her throat. The older women doing the same.
Rita blinked a few times, clumsily putting the shot glass on the table upside down '...I...don't think...don't think...what was I saying...oh yeah...I don't think...I should drink anymore...I need to get home...' Connie put her arm around her '...do you...wwwant to get a taxi with me?' Rita nodded 'yes! That would be really ggood!...but wait look there's more shots...I count 4' she stammered looking between the two women for assurance that she had counted correctly. 'I have an idea that would get rid of two in one go!' Zoe exclaimed excitedly. The other two watching her rather intrigued. Zoe poured the Sambuca into one of the Jager Bombs and downed the lot. Rita started clapping then reached over to give Zoe a high five.
Rita looked down at the remaining shots '...I could do another Jager Bomb but not a tequila' she confessed turning to Connie 'can you do my tequila?' The brunette smiled picking up the salt '...only if I can lick the salt off you...' Rita bit her bottom lip holding up her arm. Connie held it, gently running her tongue over her skin, sending shivers all over Rita's body. She poured the salt, her eyes flicking between Zoe and Rita as she licked it off. Connie and Rita downed their shots together.
Rita glanced over Connie's shoulder at the exit where two security guards stood. She beckoned the two older women to come closer 'okay, here's the plan...we need to pretend to be as sober as possible so they don't suspect anything' she whispered seriously. The other two nodding in agreement.
They walked towards the exit, focusing on every step to ensure they were walking in the straightest line they could manage. Once they were outside they burst into giggles. Connie held out both her hands. Rita and Zoe interlocking their fingers in Connie's. 'Right there should be a taxi here very soon' Zoe stated pretty sure she knew what she was talking about as she stared at a street light.
Connie gave them both a look 'well, I know how we can pass the time...' wrapping her arms around their waists.