Let me start by apologising for how long it has been since I last updated. Two of my very close family members passed away in close succession to each other and I started a new job around the same time so everything has been a bit crazy in my personal life.
They remained in line for more or less half an hour before the doorman stepped aside and it was their turn to enter through the dark doorway and into the pounding music that had been filtering its way outside. Now inside it was even louder, it certainly wasn't a place for a quiet drink and a chat. Which suited Sara just fine, she wanted to get washed away in the music and alcohol and forget how she had potentially fucked up her entire life.
With a quick glance around the place she located the bar and made a beeline for it, not bothering to check if the others were following, and squeezed her way through the people until she was stood between two guys who were also waiting to get served. Positioning herself so she could flag down the bartender she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her head to see Nick stood behind her.
"Greg and Cath have gone to find a table; they asked if you could get them a beer and a pornstar martini?"
Sara's lips twitched into a smirk.
"The cocktails for Greg, right?"
Laughing Nick shook his head.
"Greg's more of a daiquiri gal." He teased back making Sara's smirk turn into a full blown smile.
"And what can I get for the Texan gent?"
Smiling Nick gave her his order of a beer before turning back to face the club and scanning it to find Catherine and Greg.
"This place is heaving, we'll be lucky if we find a table."
Sara held her hand up to get the bartender's attention. "Catherine will sweet talk some poor unsuspecting soul into giving theirs up." She sighed as the bartender stopped to serve someone else a few paces away from where she stood.
"Looking like she does tonight, she won't have a problem," he continued his search for the other two members of their group. "But we might, I can't see them for shit."
"We'll worry about that when I manage to get our drinks." She made another unsuccessful attempt at flagging down the bartender. "Which at this rate could be hours. Besides we'll just follow the line of drooling men, they'll lead us straight to them."
Nick noted the tone of her voice and glanced at her, brushing it off as another one of their spats. Everyone knew they had once or twice fallen out over Catherine using her femininity, which Nick thought was the case tonight.
Finally Sara caught the bartender's attention and placed their drinks order before her phone beeped, she pulled it out and read the text she had received.
"They're by the stairs." She told Nick over her shoulder as she slipped her phone back into her pocket and paid for the drinks.
Carrying the tray that held their drinks Sara followed Nick as he made a path for her through the crowds of people, making sure she didn't get knocked along the way, towards where the other two were waiting. They'd found a small table with just enough chairs for the four of them. It was tucked in the shadows down the side of the stairs that led to the upper level. The location offering them a place with just enough privacy but also gave them a good view of the dance floor where numerous bodies bumped and grinded their way through the music.
Reaching the table Sara placed the tray containing the drinks down on the slight sticky surface and wiped her hands on her jeans before taking a seat in the only empty chair left. Everyone grabbed their drinks and watched the bodies moving to the beat for a few moments. Sara noticed Catherine moving in her chair; seemingly dancing to the music without realising she was doing it. Greg noticed Catherine's dancing too and, making Sara feel like a coward for not plucking up the courage herself, asked Catherine if she'd like to go and dance. She readily accepted his offer and they both headed out to join the throngs of peoples already out there. Sara remained seated and pounded the drinks while Catherine danced the night away with various suitors.
By around her third, or maybe fourth she couldn't remember, Catherine had been dancing with the same guy for the past couple of songs, her body moving against his in ways that made Sara's own body burn with jealousy. She knew she was making herself feel worse but she couldn't take her eyes off of them. The way Catherine's body moved, the way he touched her, the way she let him touch her. All of it conspired to create a burning sensation in Sara's stomach. Or was that the alcohol?
Her thoughts raced as she watched his hands slide down Catherine's back and cup her ass, giving it a good squeeze as he did. Her internal voice screamed at her. That should be her dancing with Catherine, that should be her touching her in those ways, that should be her that Catherine was pressed up against. And it should be her that was whispering in Catherine's ear and making her throw her head back and laugh, the light dancing in her eyes as she did. She raised the bottle in front of her and took a long swig, her eyes never leaving the couple causing her such inner turmoil.
She knew what Catherine was doing. She knew it was Catherine's way of trying to reassure herself that she wasn't gay, her way of wiping everything that had happened between them and pretending it had never happened. But despite knowing, and having done it herself a few times, it still hurt. Her chest burned and she had an overwhelming desire to vomit when she saw Catherine and her new play thing approaching the table. Her fist tightened around her bottle of beer as they got closer and she noted his hand was still touching Catherine's body.
The couple reached the table and Sara wanted to wipe the smug smile off his face as Catherine picked her drink up and took a sip. She didn't bother to introduce herself, the fire burning inside her was raging too hot to even attempt to be pleasant, and Catherine made no attempt to introduce them either. In fact, she didn't even look at Sara as she took hold of his hand and pulled him back out onto the dance floor, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her breasts against his chest, much to his delight. Another round of torture for Sara with kissing included this time for an extra kick in the gut.
She couldn't stand the way his hands were all over Catherine as their lips moved against each other. She couldn't believe Catherine actually enjoyed such public displays that were bordering on being inappropriate. Of course she knew Catherine wasn't shy, she'd known all about Catherine's stripper past and had even heard of some of her exploits with Eddie via the rumour mill but for some reason she had always thought that it was all an act. That deep down she desired the comfort of a steady relationship, the love and private moments. But perhaps she had been wrong.
"Cats wasting no time" Greg commented making Sara's stomach churn.
She desperately wanted this night to end, watching the woman she had feelings for draping herself all over some guy was playing havoc with her heart. Of course it had always hurt to see Catherine with someone but now Catherine knew how she felt; it made the pain all that much worse. Her mind was a whir of jealous thoughts that she was trying very hard not to say out loud. A battle she would lose if she kept drinking at the rate she currently was.
"Good for her, she deserves to blow off some steam." Nick replied before adding "maybe more than steam will be blowed tonight."
Sara, feeling the inferno inside her kick up a notch rolled her eyes and scoffed, something that didn't get missed by the other occupants at the table.
"Something wrong, Sara?" Nick spoke carefully, fully aware of how volatile she could be.
Her eyes left the dancing couple briefly to look at Nick, her face a mask of emotions.
"Well it's just a bit sleazy don't you think? Picking up some random guy and giving him everything."
"You never had a one night stand?" Her eyes turned to Greg, a flash of fire burning behind the brown before she looked away and back to the couple who were now attracting a fair bit of attention with their show.
"All I'm saying is she should be careful with who she sleeps with. Maybe know the guy for more than an hour before she drops her panties." She raised her beer and downed the rest of the liquid from the bottle.
"Hey guts," Catherine's voice drifted over the table, her approach completely missed during Sara's speech. Her eyes swept over the quiet table. "Well I'm heading out."
Sara's heart bottomed out at her words, the noise of the club dulled being replaced by the pounding of her own heart. The beat getting faster and louder. She could see Catherine's lips moving as she continued to speak but the words passed by Sara unheard, getting lost in the dark shadows. How could she be seriously considering leaving with this guy? He was clearly only after a lay.
Her eyes darted over Catherine's features as her mind tried to comprehend what was happening, what Catherine could possibly be thinking by actually leaving with him. She caught sight of his smug smiling face over Catherine's shoulder; he clearly thought he'd won the lottery bagging a woman like Catherine. He was standing a few feet away clearly waiting for Catherine to say her goodbyes so he could take her away to have his way with her. Suddenly Sara had an overwhelming rage take control of her body and she couldn't keep it inside any longer.
"You're making a mistake."
Before she could say anymore Catherine, seemingly ignoring Sara, grabbed her purse off the table and turned to leave.
"You don't need to do this to prove anything." Sara's voice rose to get Catherine's attention.
Catherine, whether worried Sara would reveal what had happened between them she didn't know, whirled around to face her, her hair whipping around at the sudden movement. Her eyes were smouldering with anger.
"I'm not proving anything." Her eyes moved to pointedly look at the amount of beer bottles in front of Sara. "You might want to lay off the beer and find yourself someone to unwind with." Without another word she walked back to the waiting guy and linked arms with him, he led Catherine out of the club with a hand on her ass.
Sara fumed in her seat, her hand tightly grasping the now empty bottle of beer. Coming out had been a massive mistake and all she wanted right now was to crawl between the sheets of her bed back in Vegas. Her safe haven that was untouched by all this, where she could wallow in her self-pity without an audience.
"He's an ass, probably a two pump chump." She muttered to herself as she picked at the label on the bottle.
She reached for the last remaining bottle and took a swallow despite Catherine's parting words. She needed to have just enough of a buzz she could fall to sleep without her brain being cohesive enough to plague her with thoughts of what Catherine was up to. Of how the smug prick was getting to kiss her creamy white skin as he removed her clothes to reveal her naked form. Of how Catherine would clutch the bedsheets in pleasure as he thrust himself into her over and over again until they reached climax. She shook her head to attempt to rid her mind of the thoughts.
She stayed another thirty minutes before her senses kicked in and she knew she needed to go back to her room and call it a night, before she drank too much and did something really stupid. She bid her farewells to the guys, who were going to stay for a bit longer, and headed back to the hotel.
Her feet were heavy as she walked down the long corridor heading towards her room, she toyed with the key card eyeing the door as she slowly approached wondering what she was going to do if Catherine had decided to take the guy back to their room in some kind of twisted scoring game of 'look at me, definitely not lesbian now'. Or how much it would hurt if the room was empty and knowing the reason why. Her imagination could be worse than reality sometimes and she had no doubt it would run wild with what they were potentially doing.
Standing outside the door she took a breath to prepare herself and unlocked the door. The room was dark and so far there was no sound from inside. Stepping inside she closed the door behind her and flipped the light on as she tossed the key card onto the drawers, as she turned to head to the bathroom she almost jumped out of her skin. Sat on the bed in silence with her hands between her knees watching her in silence was Catherine.
Settling her nerves again Sara kicked off her boots. "That was quick." She couldn't help herself, she was hurt and her first line of defence was to lash out.
Catherine remained silent but something about the vibe of the room caught Sara's attention and she looked across the room at Catherine, actually taking notice of the woman and seeing the smudged black mascara under her eyes leaving little tear tracks down her face.
"Cat?" Without a seconds thought she was over to the bed and kneeling on the ground in front of Catherine. "Did he hurt you?"
Wiping under her eyes with the back of her hand Catherine shook her head no.
"Why are you crying? What's happened?"
Taking a shaking breath Catherine's eyes darted at everywhere but Sara. "You win."
"I win? What do I win?" Sara's voice was laced with confusion.
"Everything. This." Catherine waved her right arm around.
"Cat, you're not making sense. Are you feeling okay? Did he give you anything?"
"I'm not drugged up, Sara." For the first time her eyes met Sara's. "I couldn't do it. Are you happy? I couldn't sleep with him."
Sara's breath left her body in a slow exhale, all the tension leaving her at the revelation that Catherine hadn't slept with the guy.
"I went back to his room, we were on the bed making out and…" Catherine blew out a breath, almost like she was nervous to reveal what had happened. "He was kissing my neck and his hand…he was touching my breast and all I could see," she stopped talking and took great interest in her hands.
"Go on." Sara coaxed, her hands finding anchor on Catherine's knees.
Catherine's head tilted slightly as she studied the placement of Sara's hands on her body before she started talking again. "It was you. It was you kissing me and touching me like you did before. But it wasn't. It felt all wrong. His hands were too big, too rough. The touches weren't right, they weren't…good."
Sara felt a smug satisfaction at Catherine's revelation but she didn't let it show, the poor woman was clearly battling with some big stuff and she didn't need Sara dancing around with glee.
"So what did you do?"
"I left and came back here," her eyes connected with Sara's again. "And waited for you." Her voice was soft, her blue eyes swimming with all the emotions of the day.
Sara reached her right hand up and traced her thumb along Catherine's jaw, all the way up to her ear. She cupped the back of Catherine's neck and slowly rose on her knees until her lips were mere millimetres from Catherine's, waiting for that show of approval that this was what she wanted. And there it was, Catherine's lips parted ever so slightly and her head tilted slightly to the right. In the next second they were kissing.
This time it was different to the other kisses they had shared. This time Catherine was immediately responsive and kissing back with a passion Sara was sure would drown her. Sara's left hand left Catherine's knee and made a slow approach up her thigh, skimming over the material of her dress as it climbed higher and higher until it reached her hip and found purchase there. She moved her body closer causing Catherine's body to lower to the bed with Sara's following until they were both lay sideways across the mattress making out like a couple of teenagers.
The sounds Catherine was making and the way her hands were roaming Sara's back were dizzying. Her hand left the back of Catherine's neck and skimmed all the way down her back until she reached her ass; the tips of her fingers ghosted over the delicious curve and found the hem of her dress. She ran the tips of her fingers lightly under the hem over the backs of her thighs causing the Catherine to moan and nip at her bottom lip.
Sara knew things were quickly getting out of control and pretty soon she wouldn't be able to stop. And as much as she had dreamed about what sex with Catherine would be like she didn't want to take her lady loving virginity on a night where she had tanked more than a few beers and Catherine had almost slept with a guy. She wanted them to both be clear headed and one hundred percent certain that they wanted it. So reluctantly she pulled her lips from Catherine's and took a few calming breaths, something she saw Catherine herself doing.
Their faces were still very close and hands were still touching bodies but she'd taken the first step, she wasn't sure she could stop altogether right now.
"Sara," Catherine's voice was barely a whisper. "I don't know what I'm doing; I've never done this before…" Her fingers were toying with the back of Sara's top, clearly unsure of what to do next.
Catherine's nerves made Sara smiled and she gently kissed her forehead. "Relax; nothing is going to happen tonight."
"It isn't?" Catherine's head pulled back slightly so she could look in Sara's eyes. "I thought this was what was happening here."
"If we hadn't stopped kissing then it most probably would have but I want to take my time with you. I want it to be something you're absolutely sure you want, something you will remember forever."
"Do you think I could forget making out with my female co-worker?" Her face held a smirk.
"Oh shut up," Sara's own face held a matching smirk. "Now you really need to stop that before I lose the little grasp of control I have." She said referring to the way Catherine was lightly scratching the small of her back.
They dragged themselves apart reluctantly and Catherine headed into the bathroom to get ready for bed while Sara changed into some shorts and a baggy tee, grinning like a madman the whole time.
She was in bed by the time Catherine emerged; she looked over to the woman standing in the bathroom doorway and groaned.
"Damn woman, are you purposefully trying to test me?" Catherine stood there looking all kinds of wonderful in her mid-thigh silk nightdress with lace trim, her golden hair framing her face and falling to her shoulders in soft waves.
At Sara's comment Catherine ran her hands over the nightdress causing the fabric to cling to her curves even more. "You like?"
"A gay man would like that." Sara's comment caused Catherine to laugh. "Now get that cute little butt over here."
Catherine walked to Sara's bed with a raised eyebrow. "I thought you said nothing was going to happen tonight?"
Sara raised the covers as Catherine climbed into the small bed beside her, letting them fall over Catherine's body before replying. "That doesn't mean we can't have a bit of fun."
Catherine squirmed and let out a soft moan as Sara's lips attached themselves to Catherine's neck and her hand reached out to turn out the lamp, plunging them into darkness filled only with the sounds of pleasure.
