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Chapter six.
The walk to the club was generally uneventful. Naomi and Emily walked hand in hand and stole kisses, Effy talked on her mobile with Freddie as she tried to figure out a plan for the night.
They come to a halt in front of another seedy looking club, this time named 'Suckers'. Naomi couldn't understand why every club looked exactly the same, and why the names were always such shit.
The lads proved their usefulness by having Thomas stand outside with the bouncers who let them cut the queue, and when they walked in they saw the three musketeers waving them over from a circular table in the back.
In usual James Cook fashion, a tray of tequila shots arrive and get quickly tossed down the necks of everyone at the table. Katie shows up a few minutes later hanging off the arm of some random bloke.
Not wanting to get stuck 'chatting' with her twin, Emily gets up from the booth and leads Naomi to the dance floor. The club is pumping out shitty Top 40 hits as per usual, but Emily is just drunk enough to not give a shit. Naomi is too busy staring at her girl to even notice that she's dancing to music she would usually scoff at.
Naomi spins Emily round so her arse is pressed into the blonde's crotch and they continue to sway with the beat. When Naomi's hands start to wander Emily gulps, and realises that actually she's like pretty fucking thirsty. Untangling herself from Naomi, Emily makes the universal hand sign for 'more drinks'. Emily quickly kisses the pout off of Naomi's lips and slips away from the dance floor.
Thankfully, being short wasn't really a hindrance for getting more drinks, because it let the bar tender peer right down her top. Emily tried not to grimace as she took the double vodka and cokes off the counter and paid the barkeep his exact due. Fuck him if he thinks he's getting a tip.
Emily turns from the bar, drinks in hand, just as the song changes into a beautifully filthy, slow, beat. The song can only be described as sexual, really, and Emily needs to find Naomi and dance in a way that's fitting.
It takes more than a few elbows and shoves for the little redhead to get back into the mass of sweaty tossers pulsing to music, but eventually she spots the drunken form of her girlfriend. She can't help the grin that emerges when she takes a minute to watch Naomi. The blonde is clearly out of it, hands above her head in a very Effy-like manor, hips swinging freely, and head bent down and bouncing with the beat. Emily can see from here that her cheeks are flushed, and a few wisps of peroxide hair have escaped her quiff to plaster themselves on her sticky forehead. Taking a final look at the way Naomi's loose vest top and leggings clung to her body, Emily started off towards her lover.
It's right about then that she watches a pair of hands, feminine and tanned, drift to Naomi's hips. Emily can tell that the blonde thinks its her hands around her, not some stranger's, by the fact that Naomi lets out a small smile and keeps dancing. Quickening her pace, the redhead is only a few metres away when the hands drift; one to rub her stomach and the other sneaking up under the fabric of Naomi's vest top to palm at her tit. The foreign body touching her girlfriend steps forward to press against Naomi's backside as their other hand joins the first on Naomi's tits. It's when the blonde leans her head back onto what she assumes to be Emily's shoulder that she realises the person caressing her is all wrong.
Emily watches Naomi stiffen and open her cloudy blue eyes. When she doesn't spot the familiar red hair or cheeky grin she shoots forward. Now only a foot or two away Emily can clearly see Naomi's distressed face as she pulls the hands from her breasts and spins around to shove off whoever was groping her.
Emily steps in then, shoving both drinks at an onlooker who shouts their thanks, and is pulling Naomi to her with one hand and pushing the offender away with the other.
The girl is a bit shorter than Naomi with light brown hair and greenish eyes. Emily thinks she looks familiar but can't put a name to the face.
"Oi, whatchu think you're doin' bitch? We're tryna fuckin' dance, yeah?"
Emily can't believe this girl. First she's all over her girlfriend and now she's offended that Emily pushed her away? "Get your bloody hands away from her, she's mine, fuck off!"
Naomi wraps her arms protectively around Emily as the redhead continues, "I'm not going to let you feel up my girlfriend because you're too fucking thick to find someone who's available. Don't let me see you near us again." Emily's voice is low and deadly, but the brown haired girl doesn't seem to pick up on it.
"She ain't 'your girl', darling. She was perfectly happy with me. Moaned like she was gagging for a shagging when I rubbed her tits." The girl said with a smug grin.
"I thought you were Emily!" Naomi interrupts, she needs the redhead to know that she would never cheat.
"Who the fuck is Emily?"
The redhead groans in exasperation, she can't help her answer that follows; "Her fucking girlfriend, you dicksplash! I'm Emily! Christ, just leave us the fuck alone!"
The girl huffed and made what Naomi assumed she thought was a menacing face at the redhead before winking at her and strutting off. She left with a final "when you want to finish what we started come find me".
Emily was shaking with rage, and Naomi could only wrap her in her embrace and whisper soothing words. Their little spat had drawn a crowd, so Naomi got their hips moving to the rhythm again and glared at anyone who continued to stare.
"I'm so sorry, baby. You know if never do anything to hur-"
"Shhh, Hun, I know. I'm just a little worked up, but I know you'd never do that to me." After her sentence Emily captured the blonde's lips for a heated kiss, smirking when she heard Naomi whimper and felt her hands grab on to her bum.
Naomi's tongue darted out and asked for entrance but Emily pulled away. She began to suck on Naomi's pulse point, intent on making a mark big enough to clearly say 'get the fuck away from her.' Satisfied with her work, she moved back up to Naomi's lips, this time allowing their tongues to meet and tangle.
"Babe," Naomi breathed through a groan, "seeing you fight for me was like, really fucking hot."
"Was it, now?"
Naomi nodded energetically.
"Did it get you wet?"
She nodded again, this time with a blush.
Emily discreetly pushed her hand under Naomi's leggings and cupped her mound. They both groaned when the redhead felt her arousal.
"Well," Emily punctuated with an upwards push of her finger, "we're gonna have to take care of that."
When Naomi's head cranes around the dimly lit club to spot the nearest loo, Emily is already pulling them in the direction she thinks they might be located. Luckily Emily was right and they soon reached the bathrooms, breathless and hand in hand.
There were three stalls and a sink, two regular and one that was bigger and appeared to have a changing table. Naomi had no clue as to why someone would need a changing table in a club, seeing as its not really a place to bring a baby. She decided that the whole changing table issue was unimportant when Emily started licking up her neck.
"Fuck it, this'll do" Naomi said, slamming the large stall door behind them and pinning Emily to the wall.
Emily grins when Naomi pulls her knickers down and off her legs, saying how she's glad that Emily chose to wear a dress. Tossing Emily's pants behind her back, Naomi leads the redhead by her hips until she's stood next to the toilet. Naomi grasps her knee, bending it to help Emily lift the leg so she's propped up with the closed toilet seat. Emily takes it upon herself to spread her legs a little while and smiles when Naomi breathes in sharply.
"Is this what you want, Nai?" Emily lets a finger slip through her folds, lifting it back up to Naomi's lips. Keeping eye contact, Naomi sucks Emily's wetness from her fingers and mutters a hoarse "more than anything, Emily."
She drops to her knees, then. With just a single deep breath to take in that smell that was just so Emily, the blonde licks hard up her slit.
"Ohhhh! Shit, babe..."
Naomi smirks at Emily's response and goes back to work; thinking that she would do anything if she could just do this for a living. She flips up Emily's skirt so there is no barrier between them. Emily gasps again when she sees Naomi's face buried in her centre; like every time is the first time and she's never seen her in this position before.
Nipping at Emily's inner thighs and trailing kisses across until she reaches her swollen pussy lips, Naomi kisses her there, using her tongue to part her folds and tease at her entrance. Emily's hips have been canting back and forth with Naomi's ministrations, and her hands soon leave the sides of the stalls where they were pressed to tangle in bright blonde hair.
"I'm already so close, Naoms"
Naomi nods, sucking Emily's clit into her mouth and massaging it with her tongue.
Emily looks down, breathing raggedly, when Naomi's mouth leaves her cunt. She watches as the blonde trails a hand up her thigh and brushes a finger across her pussy, slit to clit. Naomi repeats the motion, each time pressing a little harder until she's passed her outer folds and is sweeping along Emily's arousal. Naomi positions two fingers to rest lightly against her opening, pressing down a few times teasingly, then plunging them into Emily.
Judging on the way Emily's nails were digging into her scalp, urging Naomi's mouth back to her cunt, Naomi knew she was doing well.
Taking Emily's not-so-subtle hint, Naomi went back to lapping at her clit with the flat of her tongue. Naomi was almost getting off herself just by feeling Emily stretch around her fingers. She wanted to make this the best it could be for her girl, so Naomi pushed a third finger inside of Emily's core. This resulted in Emily making a high pitched whimper as her thighs started to shake with the tension of it all. The hand Naomi was using to keep Emily's legs steady left its post to press around the top of Emily's clit and push it out from underneath its hood, giving Naomi more access to her most sensitive part.
Naomi knew this was it, Emily was about to come, like, incredibly hard, right in her mouth. She loved every fucking second of it. The blonde kept everything at its top speed, her fingers were making a wet sucking noise every time they slammed back inside of Emily, and her tongue was pressed firmly against the redhead's clit that was pinched between the thumb and forefinger of her other hand. Naomi hummed once, and the sensation threw Emily off the edge.
Her head was thrown back as a strangled and broken yell left her throat, hips bucking wildly every time Naomi's fingers curled up into her g-spot. Naomi's movements slowed as her cunt tightened around her fingers.
Naomi stood up, her hand still pumping slowly into her lover with a thumb pressed against her clit. She leaned forward to trail kissed up and down the length of Emily's pale neck as she came down. Their foreheads rested against each other as both girls caught their breath, and a few long minutes later Naomi pulled her fingers out of Emily, automatically missing her warmth.
"Ohhhh fuck... Jesus Christ Nai, I think you've officially fucked my brain out."
"I aim to please, sweetheart." She replied with a genuine smile.
"Job well done, then. Now I believe we were going to take care of the situation in your knickers before I was sidetracked with an incredibly fit blonde trying to shag me."
"Cheeky, Ems. I must agree that we've got some unfinished business though."
"I'm on it."
In a flash Emily had taken on the dominant persona. Naomi thought it fit the redhead pretty well. With some assistance from Naomi, she rolled the blonde's leggings down to her ankles and pulled them off, discarding them to wherever her knickers had flown off to.
Naomi's vest top was still long enough to cover her bum and upper thighs, so, naturally, Emily had to remove it as well. When the blonde was left standing in just a bra and knickers, naturally curled hair sticking out at odd angles, Emily stepped forward to unclipped her bra. It dropped to the ground and Emily's gaze followed its path. She thanked every deity she could think of that leggings meant Naomi had to wear a thong. Emily gripped the top hem of the little thong (which was now totally fucking soaked) and yanked upwards. The wet fabric pulled taut against Naomi's clit and the blonde yelped. Another firm tug left the blonde whimpering and her thong torn from her body.
Emily pulled Naomi in for a sweet kiss, and it totally contrasted the way she was about to fuck her; dirty and abso-fucking-lutely scandalous. She moved her lips down to pull a nipple into her mouth. Naomi held the redhead close to her breast, begging her to continue.
"Bend over."
"On what, Ems? We're still in a bloody loo."
Emily's eyes flicked to the changing table then back to Naomi, the challenge in them was evident.
"As you wish."
Naomi delicately stepped over to the table, it wasn't too tall, ending just above the blonde's belly button. When Naomi stretched her lanky body over the surface Emily gasped. Naomi didn't care for her own body, it was neither here nor there really, but she loved that Emily loved it. Resting her chin on top of her folded arms, Naomi pushed her arse out, drawing Emily towards her like a bear towards honey.
"Fuck Naoms, I love you so fucking much, I can't, I can't even explai-"
"No more words Ems, just show me."
With that, Emily roughy pulled her legs apart and cupped her mound.
"You're so wet..."
"I always am for you, baby."
One finger slid between Naomi's folds, pressing up rhythmically against her clit and opening.
"Are you ready to feel how much I love you Naomi?"
She could only nod and arch her back. This was enough for Emily, and two fingers began to push against her entrance.
"Fuuuuuuu- OH!"
Naomi's curse was dragged out as Emily pushed her fingers inside her cunt, slowly, so fucking slowly. Then, out of nowhere, she pulled them back and slammed them in to the blonde, curling them up and gripping her g-spot from the inside out.
Her rhythm started fast and only got faster. Naomi was left speechless as she bounced against Emily's hand, dying to be fucked just that little bit harder. Emily's arm was on fire, but she couldn't stop now. Naomi's cunt was convulsing around her fingers as she stretched her walls and revelled in the wet warmth.
"Em- Emily! I need you to- ah fuck- please fucking touch my clit!"
Naomi was pulled back, now standing upright on jelly legs. Emily spun her round quickly and sat her back on top of the table, spreading her legs and watching the wetness pool beneath the blonde.
Her breathing was erratic, a flush working its way down from Naomi's cheeks to her smooth stomach. Just as Naomi watched Emily's head lower, her mouth millimetres from her cunt, the loo door opened. They stilled all movement as they listened to the intruder.
"Yeah bitches, just gotta wee!"
Naomi groaned internally and saw Emily's lips crook up into a smirk when they realised it was the same tart that had tried to get with Naomi on the dance floor earlier.
If anything, it egged Emily on. She lowered her head once more, silently lapping at the length of Naomi's pussy.
The blonde's mouth was open in a silent 'O' shape, her eyes slammed shut.
Gina's words from before entered Emily's mind, and she decided that now was as good a time as any to see how quiet Naomi could be. One hand pressed against the blonde's chest, right between her breasts, to guide her into laying down. The other hand pushed three fingers into her cunt. They slid in entirely in just one go.
Naomi gasped as she lost her grip on reality, and Emily heard the rustling from the brunette tart stop. She pulled her hand back and slammed it in again, this time curling her fingers and squeezing Naomi's clit with her thumb.
"Ems! Right fucking there, baby!"
Emily continued working and she stifled a giggle as she heard the tart gasp, obviously recognising Naomi's voice.
Her arm is working faster than ever and she's dropped her head down to suck at Naomi's clit, the blonde's arms flying out to grasp the table's edge above her head.
Emily feels Naomi start to tighten around her fingers just as their stall door is ripped open. Emily grins full on as she continues fucking her girlfriend. The brown haired bint stares at the scene in front of her with eyes like daggers, a disgusted scowl across her face.
"Ems, baby! I'm coming!"
Emily winks at the girl, mouth still firmly glued to Naomi's bucking centre.
She hears the brunette yell something profane at them but continues to laugh into Naomi's cunt, slowing her fingers to bring her down gently. The girl had just stormed away when Naomi's hazy blue eyes fluttered open.
"I love you Emily Fitch."
"I love you too Naomi Campbell."
They shared a sweet kiss as Naomi moved back into an upright position, she wrapped her legs around Emily's waist and pulled her in close, completely wrapping her in her long limbs.
Emily felt Naomi's wet cunt wipe across her stomach, and she knew that it wasn't even sexual, it just showed how completely comfortable they were together. Emily thought about that girls face when she watched Naomi come into the redhead's mouth and couldn't contain her smug laugh.
"What's funny, Hun?"
"You remember the girl who groped you before?"
"Ugh, like I could bloody forget..."
"She opened the door when you were coming, screamed at us, and ran out."
Naomi looked around, "well that's awkward. For her, I mean. I couldn't care less about who knows that we're together."
Emily kisses her on the nose, "and I guess that explains why the stall door is open, yeah?"
Emily laughs and wraps Naomi up in her embrace.
A few minutes later they break from their post-orgasm hug when they here someone doing the ironic, cheesy-80s-American-movie slow clap. They see Effy, the source of the clapping, leaning against the sink.
"Nice show, ladies. Some brown haired twat came storming out of here a while back hammering on about some 'redheaded tart' nailing 'her lady' in the loo."
The three girls simultaneously crack up.
"Fuck me," Emily says, "that girl must be like, proper mad or some shit."
Naomi steps out of the stall, now fully clothed, and drops her's and Emily's knickers into the rubbish bin.
When Emily gives her a questioning look she replies with "you tore mine, and yours are too wet to be useful."
"Fair enough." Emily shrugged.
Effy couldn't help but smirk about how nonchalant these two were about their sex lives.
As Naomi moved to the sink Effy stepped away, letting the blonde wash her face and scrub at her hands. Emily copied her movements once she finished, placing a chaste kiss on her lips and grabbing her hand before following Effy out of the loo and back into the nightclub.
Emily extended her arm for Naomi to step in to, putting on a fake bloke voice to ask "can I have this dance?"
The two shared the last dance of the night together, simply enjoying the company of the one they love.
Hope you enjoyed this, Chapter 7 will be coming up shortly :)