The tall blonde entered the Fusion nightclub at around quarter to twelve, her nose greeted by the familiar smell of alcohol mixed with expensive cologne. She paused mid-step at the top of the stairway, her pale-green eyes scanning the dingy room slowly while she listened to the low, sensual beat of the music, feeling its baseline pulsate through the bottoms of her shoes. The bar was busy, the energy was electric, and it was the perfect hunting ground.

Over the sea of silhouetted figures she spotted a group of five women, illuminated by the soft orange glow of the neon lights on the wall. They sat together on lush black leather couches, chatting amongst themselves and ignoring the men approaching them trying to get lucky. The redhead from the group glanced up, lifting her drink to her mouth and catching the blonde's eye, smiling whilst sipping from her glass.

The blonde smirked, broke eye contact, and pulled at the sleeves of her black, textured piqued blazer while descending the small staircase and springing from the last step. The bartender, ever-watchful over the throngs of thirsty patrons, nodded to the blonde as she approached and slid onto one of the empty barstools.

"The usual?"

"Of course."

The blonde turned on the stool, leaning one elbow back on the smooth Portoro marble counter, half facing away from the bar, her eyes still adjusting to the low light in the club. A moment later her drink slid in front of her, brought by a different bartender, who stood still, ignoring the demanding cries of impatient half-cut patrons.

"How did you get that?"

The blonde's long, slim fingers curled around the glass, sliding it closer towards her. "Get what?" She asked, raising the glass to her mouth and inhaling the aroma of fruit from her drink, taking her first sip of the ice-cold liquid and instantly tasting the tangy lime zest on her tongue. She swallowed, looking over her glass to the bartender, her eyes momentarily pinned on the woman's ample cleavage, revealed by her scoop-necked uniform, before reaching her dark, espresso-colored eyes.

"That cut on your lip. How did you get it?"

Tamsin's on her toes, hopping from side to side, fists wrapped and held close to her face for protection, her opponent, a large, barrel-chested man taller than she. He has a slight belly but beefy arms with biceps the size of her head and his hands are un-wrapped, bare-knuckled, so he can potentially cause extra damage when he makes contact.

The man falls back, panting madly; none of his punches have landed, causing anger to bubble up inside.

Tamsin smirks, she can see he's wearing down. Within a split-second she pushes forward and throws a powerful right hook aimed at his head. The man blocks with a solid arm, but isn't quick enough to defend against the jab that pummels his face, knocking him back a few steps. Tamsin lets out a laugh, her chest heaving up and down, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She sidesteps the man quickly, hopping about, preparing for retaliation. The man quickly recovers, wiping the excess blood that's pouring from his nose and spitting on the ground, bringing his hands back to his face. He snarls. Tamsin stays back in a defensive stance. The male clenches and unclenches his fists then charges forward, wasting valuable energy as Tamsin easily dodges, but he flies back around, elbowing Tamsin straight in the face. Tamsin's body twists from the force but she recovers mid-rotation, jumping away. She glares at the man, annoyed that she'd been so careless.

Something warm drips onto her clavicle from her chin. She looks down, noticing blood pouring from her lower lip and dribbling down her chin. She curses and wipes the blood away with the back of her hand, letting it soak into the wraps.

The blonde held her drink hovering just millimeters from her mouth, her thumb brushing over the dry coated-split of her lip while she figured out a way to explain it. She set her glass back down on the bar.

"I was clumsy…" she said simply through an exhale, arching a perfect brow.

A pause, the bartender contemplated and crossed her arms, pushing her chest up and making her breasts strain more against her uniformed top. "I seriously doubt that," she said, shifting coyly and biting her bottom lip. "I couldn't imagine you'd ever be the type to be clumsy."

The blonde couldn't help but let her eyes dart to the swell of the woman's chest again before looking back up, meeting the bartender's eyes. "You're probably right."

More people crowded the bar, waving wrinkled dollar bills about and shouting for bartender's attention, eager to be the next one served. The blonde chuckled into her glass and the woman raised a brow in question.

"What's so funny?" She said with toothy grin, finding the blonde's musings contagious.

"Aren't you supposed to be working or something?" The blonde asked at the tail-end of her chuckle and brought her drink to her lips, taking another sip.

The woman stayed smiling and gave a little side-glance at the fast-growing number of costumers, but didn't really pay much mind. "Yeah, I am, but…" she continued ignoring her duties and leant forward, resting her forearms on the bar and threading her fingers together. "I'm already with a customer," she said huskily.

"Are you now?"

The bartender bowed her head in agreement and sucked in her lower lip, training her gaze on the blonde.

"Well in that case," the blonde smirked, her nose wrinkled, and placed her glass back down on the bar, sitting up straight on her stool, "why don't you fix up some drinks for my ladies over there," she said, subtly nodding her head back, indicating to the group women sat on the couches behind her.

The bartender didn't lean away or flinch and her smile never faltered. She waited a moment, allowing time to tick by, and then cocked her brow, leaning a tiny bit forward and replying in challenge with, "And what would they like?"

The blonde's confidence faltered for a short millisecond. "Whatever you like," she recovered with a feint frown.

The bartender turned away, maintaining her broad smile until the blonde's words sank in and she wavered, turning back to face the blonde. "Excuse me?"

"I said whatever you'd like," the blonde snarked with a smug grin and a sharp tilt of her head.

The bartender tongued her front teeth and took two steps back, looking at the blonde through narrowed eyes, trying to figure the woman out, but the blonde was now unreadable with a self-satisfied look on her face.

The bartender paused again and placed a relaxed hand on the bar. "What is your name?" She asked, even though she already had a pretty good idea who she was. She wasn't stupid. She wasn't a recluse. She heard things, how couldn't she? The gossip around here spread like wildfire, and yet she still asked anyway, just wanting to clarify her suspicions.

The blonde's smug grin tightened and she deflected with, "What's yours?"

"Bo…" The bartender fired back, leaning in closer, "and what's yours?"

"Tamsin."

The two women stared at each other for a fleeting moment and then Bo pushed off the bar, clearing her throat. "Oh." That's all she could manage.

So she was right and it was true. This was, in fact, the right woman, the most infamous woman, and she had been in solid conversation with her for approximately five minutes now.

"Oh?" Tamsin mouthed, as she now couldn't be heard over the sudden uproar of irritated customers, some of them so impatient that they had resorted to slapping their palms firmly to the bar, shouting rude comments about how slow and sloppy the service had recently become.

"Hey," Tamsin said loud enough to Bo for it to be clear.

Bo blinked, looking slightly dazed and confused, then noticed Tamsin gesture with two fingers, tapping lightly on the rim of her glass, giving her a little wave with a fake smile before turning back around again to look at the group of women she was soon to approach.

A few minutes later, after skillfully ignoring the badgering cries from the crowd, Bo came back with an array of drinks, and cleared her throat loud enough to let Tamsin know she had returned, but all Tamsin did was give a small glance of the shoulder.

"Oh no, see I couldn't possibly carry these all by my lonesome," Tamsin said dramatically, putting a hand to her chest daintily, "you'll just have to get a tray and carry them over," she finished with a smirk.

Bo pursed her lips, looking bemused, and then bent down to fetch a tray from beneath the bar and dropped it on the counter with a loud clack beside the drinks. Tamsin raised her brow at the tray and laughed quietly as she got up off the stool. Bo just rolled her eyes at her, annoyed at her self for letting her agitation towards the blonde slip.

Bo walked right on Tamsin's heels, staring at her back as she swaggered toward the group of women. Tamsin stopped just a few feet from the girls, who looked up from their drinks with bright smiles, whispering amongst themselves while their eyes stayed fixed on the blonde in front of them, unable to tear them away.

"Ladies," Tamsin said charmingly, before sitting herself down in between the women who had had eagerly made space for her a few moments prior, and draped her arm over the back of the couch behind the one of the girls, who giggled into her friend. Bo stood there quietly with the tray in her hands waiting for the right opportunity serve the drinks, and not a second later said opportunity came when she noticed Tamsin staring at her, brow arched, making a sweeping gesture with her arm.

"Aren't you going to serve my friends, bartender?" Tamsin said with emphasis.

Bo stared blankly, refusing to break her façade of calm, not wanting give the blonde the pleasure of that mistake again, and went about serving them all. The girls didn't acknowledge her as she handed out their drinks. It was like she didn't exist, which was unusual, considering Bo was not what you would consider to be ugly, quite the opposite actually. She was a beautiful woman with a great rack to boot, if she didn't say so herself. In fact her 'rack' made her the best tipped waitress in the club. But serving here, she was like a ghost, completely invisible, and that was because all the girls were completely captivated by the blonde. It was like her presence kicked everyone else's out and she was the only one that mattered.

Bo stepped back away from the table, holding the tray loosely out in front of her, and stood waiting to see if there were more orders before being dismissed. Not that she was overly fond of sticking around with this particular group, but it was her job and she had to suck it up and be professional about it.

Several moments passed of Bo standing idly wishing she could just go instead of being subjected to the sight of the girls fawning all over Tamsin. She could have looked away, directing her attention elsewhere, but she couldn't help but look back at them and shook her head at how pathetic they all looked, like they couldn't survive another second without Tamsin by their sides. It was pitiful. The girls closest to her were snuggling into her side and getting all 'handsy' with her, it was borderline public indecency.

Tamsin glanced up, chuckling airily at something one of the girls had said, and caught Bo's eye, holding her stare. It suddenly felt like the club was empty and there was no music playing. In fact it was so silent she could hear her ears ringing and the gentle thump of her steadily beating heart, but that moment was swiftly blown away and she was brought back to reality when Tamsin's attention shifted, when she ducked her head down so she could listen to what the girl beside her had to say. It must have been something interesting, because once Tamsin lifted her head she had a crooked grin on her face and directed it at Bo. The other girl glanced up too with a mocking smile, before taking a sip of her drink and moaning theatrically in Tamsin's ear at how perfect her drink choice was.

Bo inhaled deeply and then gave the woman the falsest, most pleasant smile she could muster. She really didn't want to be here. She had wasted far too much time being polite, waiting to be dismissed, so Bo spoke up, disrupting some of the girls' conversations.

"Can I get you anything else?" Bo asked, seemingly to the whole group, but she was mainly addressing Tamsin, who had paused what she was doing upon hearing the request. The girls all glanced at one another, shrugging her off, but Tamsin said nothing as if contemplating her decision. Bo fidgeted on the spot, feeling awkward at standing there, so quickly added, "It's just if you don't need anything else I do have other customers that need serving." And they're much kinder than this, that's for sure… Bocontinued on in her head.

Tamsin nodded lightly and without a word lazily waved her off. Bo breathed a sigh of relief but kept up her smile as she turned. It dropped off her face when she knew they couldn't see her anymore and she leisurely departed, not wanting to look overly eager to leave.

As soon as Bo started on her path back towards the bar, Tamsin's eyes had slowly started roaming over the women, gathering them up to her attention. Grinning, Tamsin spread her legs too wide, taking up space like she deserved it, and said, "So what are nice girls like you…"

Bo abruptly halted in her step at hearing the start of Tamsin's sentence, and for some reason her ears perked up, straining to hear what Tamsin would say next, but the music surged loud over Tamsin's words, the beat growing in intensity. And then the girls surrounding Tamsin giggled furiously at her comment.

Bo cursed internally at the DJ for picking such a bassy song at that particular moment in time, but couldn't keep herself from rolling her eyes at all the girlish giggling. Women… Bo laughed to herself at it all, and strode off again, though this time at a slightly faster pace when she found the other bartenders signaling her to hurry it up.

Tamsin listened to all the girls, letting them go on about themselves, nodding, and acting like she was fully engrossed in what they had to say, but what she was really doing was distracting them from her target, which was the woman that was sat silently, acting coy beside her more loud-mouthed friends. She was a petite redhead that wore a clinging emerald sheath dress with a bateau neckline that followed the curve of her distinct collarbones and that settled just above the knee, the color complimenting her fiery red hair and pale complexion perfectly. Some of the women started another conversation, glancing in awe at the blonde, who wasn't paying them much mind now and was only half listening, her eyes fixed solely on the redhead's striking hazel eyes that seemed to smile at her with invitation.

Tamsin brought her drink to her lips, smirking behind the glass; the redhead did the same, their eyes still locked as they sipped their drinks. The other women were oblivious at the silent conversation going on between them. Tamsin knew what she wanted and it was clear as day.

Tamsin licked her lips, swallowing the last of her drink. It was time to draw her in. She blinked away her stare, clearing her throat and carefully put her glass back down on the table.

"Well ladies, it's been a pleasure," Tamsin drawled to the group of women, but her gaze was fixed firmly on the redhead. "But if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to steal your beautiful friend here," she continued, getting up and stepping toward her target, delicately grasping her hand and bringing it toward her lips, "So that we might have a more…private…conversation," she finished, popping the words as she kissed the top of her targets hand and began to gently guide her from the group.

The women all glanced at each other, murmuring behind their hands, before erupting into another fit of girlish giggles.

"Of course you can," one of the women said with a broad smile, pressing her hand to the small of the redhead's back, encouraging her to step forward.

Tamsin smirk deepened. "Shall we?" The redhead was now blushing profusely, unable to form words as she felt the ghost of Tamsin's lips on the top of her hand, so instead she went about nodding and slipped her arm through Tamsin's, nestling into her side.

Bo finished up another order, which thankfully made the queue go down dramatically, leaving just three or four more patrons waiting to be served. She glanced up from the bar to get a better look at who was around tonight and noticed that Tamsin was missing and so was one of the girls. Bo stood on her tiptoes to get a better view over the sea of people and hopped a bit, but she couldn't find them at all. It didn't take much to put to two and two together, but Bo couldn't help but cringe slightly at the thought. She fetched a wet cloth from the sink and went about cleaning the some of the work surfaces and flinched at the sound of high-pitched squealing. She turned to face the noise to see the group of women Tamsin had left all excited and chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

Women… Bo repeated to herself with yet another eye roll and continued to clean.


They burst through the door with tongues deep in each other's throats. Tamsin spun them around and shoved the redhead hard up against the closing door, slamming it shut, her hands frantically tearing at the woman's clothes, fighting with her dress, just wanting it off. Patience waning, she gave up fumbling with the caught zip and instead went for pushing the dress down. The woman helped with a wiggle of her hips and the dress fell to the ground. She stepped out of it and moaned into Tamsin's mouth when she felt her bra yanked down, revealing her small perky tits. Tamsin groped them roughly, feeling the nipples stiffen under her palms.

She let go, ditching her jacket and tossing it aside, and unbuttoned her suit pants, pushing them down her long, toned legs until they pooled at her feet. She tried to kick them off but to no avail, the garment was stuck stubbornly to her ankle, twisted around her heeled shoe. She grunted at the annoyance and left it be, not giving it a second thought, then just about managed to struggle out of one shoe, knocking it aside with her bare foot.

Her shirt never made it off, she was too impatient to care. Tamsin pivoted them around, walking the woman back a few steps before pushing her onto the bed. The woman landed on the mattress with a bounce, lying naked with only her bra slack around her waist. Tamsin, half naked, lowered herself onto the woman, nudging her legs open with her thigh, and crashed their lips together again in a long, deep kiss. The redhead whimpered, feeling the heat of Tamsin's skin pressed against hers and encircled both her arms around Tamsin's neck, pulling her closer.

Tamsin shifted, one hand supporting her weight, the other grabbing the woman's tits once again. She squeezed and pinched, eliciting loud groans from the woman.

"Yeah, you like that don't you?" Tamsin said between kisses, smirking when the woman gave a small nod. "You're dirty slut aren't you?" She husked, silencing the woman again with her lips. The redhead attempted to reply with a breathy 'yes', but all that came out was throaty moan.

Tamsin reached behind her, pulling the woman's thin arms away from her neck and swatting them away. The embrace was only slowing her down and that wouldn't do, not at all. She sat up, breaking away from the kiss, and straddled the redhead's pale thigh, grinding her hot, hairless pussy up against it. The redhead chewed on her lower lip, reveling in the weight of Tamsin on her thigh and watched as Tamsin rode her. Her eyes fluttered closed when Tamsin leaned forward, breasts pillowed against each other, her kiss-swollen lips hovering mere millimeters from her ear.

"You like watching me, huh? You like watching me fuck you? Are you just gonna lay there and watch me cum all over you?" Tamsin breathed, continuing her steady movement against the woman's thigh.

The redhead threw her hand up to her face, biting her forefinger, only managing a small 'uh huh' in agreement.

Tamsin tsk'd, sitting back up, her eyes falling to the woman's wet cunt. "That's because you're nothing but a helpless slut!" She said, shoving one finger into the woman's hungry pussy, her finger sliding easily in and out of the redhead's swollen folds. The redhead gasped, her body flexing to each one of Tamsin's thrusts.

"Like that, huh? Well there's more where that came from!" Tamsin thrust deeper, slipping a second finger in and curled her digits, rubbing hard against the woman's G-Spot.

The redhead's mouth fell open, no words coming out, and threw her arm to the side, breath coming in short pants, her body humming in absolute bliss.

Tamsin's hair was sticky, her eyes closed tightly, mouth slightly agape. Her shoulders were steady and strong, arms muscular and tense, fingers slim, long and fucking. Her back arched and abs flexed. Her hips rolled, pussy rubbing, toes curling. She quickened her pace, pressing her clit down harder against the woman's thigh, letting out a small moan as the friction began to steadily build up her pleasure inside.

Tamsin wanted to cum, and she did not want to wait any longer.

"You gonna cum for me, slut? I think you are. Your pussy's so tight and wet for me."

The girl beneath her was completely at Tamsin's mercy as she drove her fingers into her relentlessly.

"Oh please, yes, uh, faster. Please," the woman moaned between pants.

"Oh bitch, that's not for you to choose, your cunt is mine, and I'm gonna fuck you however I want till you're cumming on my hand."

Despite her display of dominance, Tamsin quickened her pace, using her whole body to slam her fingers faster and deeper into the girl. Both of the women were tense, their muscles preparing for what was to come.

"Cum you whore. Cum all over my hand like the dirty little slut you are," Tamsin commanded into the woman's ear. "Cum!"

The combination of Tamsin's dirty words, the weight of her body slamming into her again and again, pressing the air from her lungs, and her fingers stretching her cunt and coiling inside was too much for the woman, and at the final command she gave up trying to draw out this moment, letting her orgasm overtake her, her pussy clenching. Tamsin continued to grind on the woman, the pleasure building in her clit, she just needed more pressure. The second the girl unclenched, Tamsin yanked her hand out, moving it and her other hand to grab the girl's ass. She let her full body weight press on the woman as she pulled her thigh to her cunt and ground down hard, getting the final friction she needed. With a few last hard thrusts that pressed the woman's body fully down into the mattress, she got what she wanted.

"That's right bitch, I'm gonna cum all over you. I'm gonna cum all over you and you're gonna take it like the slut you are."

"I'm gonna cuff you and spank you, I'm gonna sit on your face and cum in your mouth, I'm gonna fuck you with my cock and fuck you where everyone can s-uhhh."

Tamsin's hips bucked, her body tense, legs shaking, orgasming hard all over the woman's thigh, and she collapsed breathlessly, resting her full weight on the redhead. A minute went by, and Tamsin, almost fully recovered, sat up, leaning on the backs of her heels, releasing a sigh. She felt satisfied, relaxed, her muscles loose and limber, body energized, suddenly wanting to expel her newfound energy, but in a different way.

She jumped off the bed, pulling up her suit pants and buttoning them while finding her one shoe and jacket. Then she hopped about on one foot, lazily adjusting her shoe into place, slipped her arms into her jacket and pulled on the lapels, straightening them out before leaving, slamming the door behind her.


Tamsin walked down the street, one hand stuffed into her jeans pocket, the other pushing her brown-tinted raybans up the bridge of her nose saving her eyes from the bright sunlight. It was sweltering outside and she thought she had dressed appropriately - apparently not. A bead of sweat trickled from her temple down the side of her cheek. Perhaps she should have worn her hair up as it was now sticking to the side of her face. She sighed, grudgingly slowing her pace, staying close to buildings that provided good amounts of shade.

She needed a drink, preferably an ice-cold beer. Yes, a corona and lime would perfect for a day like this to wet her parched throat. Luckily there was decent watering hole just down the road with a relatively decent beer garden. It was settled then.

Tamsin entered the building, weaving through the crowd of people, heading straight for the bar. She ordered a beer and stepped outside, picking a table with a sizeable umbrella to keep her cool. She sat reclined on the wooden chair, arm bent behind her, using it to cushion her head. The tenseness in her muscles left her as she began to relax.

Though she complained about the heat, she actually enjoyed it, especially when it was like this in the early afternoons when the majority of people were out working and she was left roaming empty streets. There was no hassle, excepting perhaps the odd family with squabbling kids, but she could easily slip away from those situations.

Family - Tamsin grimaced at the thought. Who would want it? Who really wanted babies crawling about with their sticky mitts and teary faces? She shuddered at the image, picking the beer up from the table beside her and taking a swig, enjoying the tangy taste of lime before setting the bottle back down between her thighs, the coldness of the glass making her clench a little.

A few feet behind her, perched on one of the outside barstools, was a very familiar redhead hunched forward puffing on a Marlboro cigarette. She inhaled, sucking the smoke deep into her lungs and then exhaled loudly through her nose, the smoke drifting away with the breeze while she stubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray. She looked over to the blonde, eyes squinting to focus and only seeing the back of her head, but still recognized the woman.

A rush of excitement hit her, though quickly faded to hurt. This was the woman she'd fantasized about for months and had finally gotten the chance to share a bed with. The recollection sent tingles down her spine, but she quickly shook them off, as they were replaced by the anger she'd felt when she had awoken alone. How dare that blonde be so cruel? She thought they shared something special together. They were intimate for Christ's sake!

Little did she realize that Tamsin couldn't for the life of her remember or care. All she wanted was a good fuck, something to take her mind off things, it was that simple. She was not fucking around to 'find the one', that was for the sappy bunch with too many emotions.

The redhead hopped off her stool, stomping towards Tamsin, arms tensed by her sides, fists clenched.

Everything went darker. Tamsin blinked repeatedly, confused by the sudden lack of light. Something or someone was blocking it. Tamsin sat up a little, slipping the ray bans down the bridge of her nose to get a better look at the intruder, arching a refined brow when noticing a rather pissed off looking redhead stood looming over her.

"Hey."

"Hey, look do you mind? You're kinda in my light." Tamsin said, pushing her raybans back into place and reclining back into her former position.

The redhead gritted her teeth, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "Do you remember my name?"

"Um, no?" Tamsin deadpanned.

"It's Becka."

"Ok?" Tamsin extended and enunciated each syllable in an uninterested tone.

"We had sex!"

"Bigga whoop," Tamsin said mockingly, drawing out the words as she gestured with her hand dismissively. Rolling her eyes and tilting the bottle to her mouth, she took two large swigs from it. She was pretty certain she'd seen flames blazing in Becka's eyes, unmistakably furious, which made Tamsin smirk. She had a tendency to bring this out in people.

Becka huffed loudly, staring daggers at Tamsin, who remained seated comfortably in her chair, only serving to infuriate Becka further.

"Wow..." She barked out a laugh unbelieving of it all, "You're actually clueless!" Becka bent at the waist, jabbing a finger angrily to the middle of Tamsin's chest, making Tamsin twitch in surprise and causing the bottle between her legs to spill onto her jeans.

"Fuck!" Tamsin's arms flew to her sides, shrugging at Becka. "The hell do you think you're doing?!" She quickly set the bottle on the table, assessing the spillage, and wiped her hand over the wet part of her jeans.

Becka stood up straight, nostrils flaring. "I think you know what you asshole!"

"Whatever," Tamsin grumbled. How many crazies are there in this town? she thought. This was the sixth incident this week!

Becka grunted loudly, turning abruptly, crossing her arms back over her chest and looking away. The sight of the blonde was maddening. She didn't know whether to stay mad at her or hear her out. She decided on the latter, glancing expectantly over her shoulder, prepared to see Tamsin imploring forgiveness. Instead she was met with the sight of Tamsin stood with her foot on the chair, adjusting herself in the sunlight to get a better look at the wet spot on her jeans which she clearly thought was a more pressing concern than the offended redhead.

Becka all but lost it and smacked Tamsin on the arm, demanding her attention. Tamsin's shoulders rotated from the force and she rolled her eyes with a sigh, putting her foot back to the ground and turning on her heel to face Becka. She put her hands up in mock surrender.

"Okay, okay, calm down and just give us a sec will ya?"

Becka's brow twitched in agitation and she leant back on one leg, eyeing the blonde suspiciously.

"Ah sorry, err, Becka, was it? Where's my manners?" Tamsin said in an apologetic tone and dug her hand into her back pocket, pulling out her wallet. "This should cover it, yes?" She pulled out a hundred and fifty bucks and extended the bills toward the redhead, slightly waving them in front of her face.

Becka blinked, unmoving.

Tamsin stared for a moment awaiting some form of answer but received none. Jackpot. "Really, you don't think that's enough?" Tamsin slowly swept her eyes over the redhead's body, stopping on her chest with an unimpressed look, before returning her gaze to meet the other woman's. "Fine," Tamsin sighed loudly after a pause, and appeared to relent, opening her wallet again.

Becka watched, speechless. There must have been six or seventeen hundred dollar bills in the blonde's wallet and a handful of smaller bills as well. She felt dizzy. Just how much money did the blonde actually have?

Tamsin glanced up with a smirk, amused by the look on the woman's face. She was gaping like a fish.

Tamsin chuckled quietly, licking her forefinger and thumb and flicking through the wad of cash, counting out another hundred and fifty dollars.

"There ya go." Tamsin presented the cash fanned out in her hand, "Three hundred must be enough for your time?"

Becka stared blankly, unable to form words.

Tamsin's eyebrows rose up to her hairline. God the look on her face, it was just too damn priceless, she mused, then carefully folded the cash into the redhead's exposed cleavage, tucking it into the edge of her bra.

Tamsin cracked a grin, giving Becka two gentle pats on her arm, before she sidestepped her, leaving the poor woman standing there, still in shock.

That never got old. It was the look on their faces that never failed to amuse her, Tamsin snorted. Near enough every woman who had come angrily marching her way got the same treatment, something she did to put the women who thought they were more than just a quick fuck back in their place.


Thoughts? Shall I continue? - Rawrkie