Olivia stood outside the club, grateful that it was somewhat warmer tonight. She had been at this for several weeks, and she was already getting frustrated with it. Seeing all of the couples around her reminded her of how much she missed Casey, and that longing was only deepened by the fact that there was a special theme night tonight. It was love central, and everything was somehow love related, from the heart shaped ice cubes to the cheesy songs that the DJ played over and over, as if on a constant loop. Olivia sighed, watching the flow of horny lovers as they breezed past her and into the club itself.
"It must be sad to be all alone on a night like this," a voice said, startling Olivia out of her semi conscious thought processes. "I mean, I suppose I speak from experience, but I am trying to find someone who agrees."
Olivia looked up, noticing a beautiful blonde standing in front of her. The young woman wore a sky blue halter top, a black mini skirt that barely covered what it needed to, and thigh high boots with heels that had to be at least six inches high. Olivia thought the girl looked like a hooker, especially when she noticed the cheap velvet choker around her neck. "It's a night like any other," Olivia answered vaguely. "Maybe you can find someone inside, if you look hard enough."
"I'll keep that in mind," the girl said, stepping past her. She paused to whisper in Olivia's ear. "But I already see something I like."
"Good luck with that," Olivia answered, turning her back as the other girl walked into the club. The cheesy love songs started again from inside, only this time, instead of being reminded of her wife, Olivia's mind wandered to the visual of the girl in the sky blue halter, with the perfect chest, curves, and every other part of her body.
By the time the clock struck twelve, Olivia was in an awful mood. She had been subjected to watching at least a few dozen couples groping and teasing each other on the way inside, and the blaring music had given her a headache. It was time for her shift to end and the other bouncer's to start, and Olivia couldn't have been more relieved. She buttoned her coat and made her way to her rental car. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Olivia turned around quickly. "Who's there?" the detective demanded.
"Don't you remember me?"
Olivia sighed, recognizing the voice as the girl from earlier, the one who had entered the club hoping to find someone for the evening. "Are you following me?" Olivia asked, her voice sounding much harsher than she intended. This was, however, a bit ridiculous.
"You told me to find someone in the club that I wanted. I tried, but no matter how much I danced and tried to lure someone into my web, I couldn't get the sexy bouncer out of my head." The blonde leaned forward, and Olivia could tell, even by the dim light of the streetlamps, that she had blue eyes. "Don't you want me?" the girl purred. She reached for Olivia's hand and brought it to her breast, still looking into the older woman's chocolate brown eyes. "Do you like what you feel?"
Olivia knew it would be a major lie if she attempted to deny how firm the girl's breasts felt. "Yes," she answered, "but I need you to get off of me, before you discover what happens when you get on my bad side." Olivia pushed the blonde off her and tried to open the car door, but she found her attempts blocked. "Find someone else," she insisted.
"But you're lonely too. I can sense it! Everyone needs to get laid sometimes...especially by someone like me. I can take you to places you never even knew existed. I can show you things, and make you feel things. What are you afraid of?"
Olivia sighed deeply. "I'm not afraid of anything, but this isn't something I do, okay? If you want someone, go find someone in the club. I'm sure there are plenty of people in there that you have not met yet."
"But I want you," the girl whined, refusing to back down. "You're so beautiful and sophisticated. Your body is like...heaven..."
Against her better judgment, Olivia felt her nipples harden as the girl moved closer to her and kissed her. She began to wrap her arms around the younger woman, but caught herself, and pulled back. "I can't do this," she murmured, stepping away. "What is wrong with you? You don't even think to ask if someone is available, much less if they want to sleep with you? You may be irresistible to some people, but I'm sorry, I...I mean I think you're beautiful but..." Olivia was cut off by a sudden passionate kiss that pressed her up against her own car. That was definitely not something she would tolerate. In one swift move, she had reversed their positions, glaring at the young girl. She knew she couldn't arrest her and blow her cover..nor, for that matter, did that thought sound appealing at all. "What is your name?" she asked.
"Courtney. I'm twenty one, and yes, I'm a natural blonde."
"Courtney," Olivia repeated, contemplating the connotation behind the name. It did have a sort of sexy ring to it, and maybe, if she were to admit to herself, one night wouldn't hurt anything. She loved Casey with everything she had, but everyone needed something new from time to time. That thought in mind, Olivia pinned Courtney against the car, kissing her passionately. She reached for her phone and turned it off, ensuring that there would be no interruptions. "Do you have a car?" she asked, pulling back.
Courtney shook her head in the darkness. "No. I walked. Can we go to your place?"
Olivia sighed. "I have a hotel room, but yes. Just so we're clear though, this will only be for one night, and it means nothing more than what it is. Got it?" The detective was able to make out the silhouette of Courtney's body, and knew she was nodding. "Good. Get in the car."
Upon their arrival at the hotel room, Olivia checked the parking lot closely to make sure her partner was not back yet, and quickly led Courtney up to her room. She used her key card to unlock the door and closed it roughly behind her. Taking the younger woman by the hand, Olivia pulled her into the bedroom section of the room and pushed her onto the bed, then proceeded to remove every stitch of clothing each of them wore. She was amazed, but also not surprised, to see that Courtney was wearing a push up bra and thong panties, as well as sexy stockings under her boots.
Olivia pinned the younger woman to the bed, forcing her tongue deep into her mouth. She paused when she felt fingers in her hair, tugging on it insistently, and firmly. Olivia obliged the unasked request, and slowly pushed Courtney's legs apart. She pushed two long fingers into her, while her free hand squeezed each of Courtney's breasts, which she now knew to be natural D cups. It had been a long time since Olivia had been with anyone that big, since her wife was only a B cup. Olivia deepened the kiss more, pressing her lips harder against Courtney's.
"I want to come in your mouth," Courtney moaned, throwing her head back. "I want to moan for you...I want to scream...what's your name?"
Olivia broke the kiss enough to answer the question. "My name is Kristen," she murmured, remembering the alias she had been given. Hearing Courtney's request, she moved to the edge of the bed and placed one hand on each thigh, holding them firmly apart. Gently, she bit into Courtney's swollen clit, moaning as the younger woman bucked against her. She moved her tongue in tiny circles, and slipped into an alternating pattern of biting, licking, and sucking on Courtney's clit.
It only took a few more seconds for Courtney to scream out, releasing an extremely intense orgasm. Every muscle in her body tightened as she came in Olivia's mouth, making the older woman growl in pleasure. Once the girl had calmed down, Olivia laid down next to her and sighed. She had little time to think, however, as Courtney quickly pounced on her, hissing like a little kitten. Olivia kissed her passionately once more, arching her body immediately as the blonde penetrated her with three fingers.
As Courtney's right hand went to work between her legs, her left hand began an assault on the rest of Olivia's body, pinching, clawing, and scraping every inch of Olivia's olive skin. Olivia groaned beneath her, moaning the younger woman's name appreciatively. Her arousal had been building since the night she left New York, and feeling Courtney's teeth graze her left breast, Olivia lost it, succumbing to her first orgasm in weeks. She buried her head in the pillow, arching her body and groaning Courtney's name, fighting the urge to scream. Finally, after several moments, Olivia collapsed on the bed, trying to regulate her breathing and calm her heartbeat down to its normal rate. "Oh my god," she murmured.
"I told you," Courtney whispered, laying down next to her. Her fingertips traced gentle patterns along Olivia's chest, and her piercing blue eyes locked with Olivia's chocolate brown ones. "You're so beautiful," she sighed, snuggling closer to her. "Should I leave now?"
"No, you can stay," Olivia mumbled, turning the bedside light off. She rolled onto her side, turning her back to Courtney, and succumbing to sleep a few moments later.
The next morning, she woke at six AM and reached for her phone, realizing she had never turned it back on. Grabbing it from the nightstand, Olivia turned over and paused when she noticed the sleeping blonde in her bed. "Oh god," she whispered. "What the hell did I do?"
As the memory of the previous night flooded into her mind, the guilt of what she had done consumed her. Olivia slipped out of bed and made her way into the bathroom, locking the door. She dialed Casey's number and sighed when it went to voicemail. "Casey, it's me," she murmured, trying to prevent her voice from echoing off of the tiled walls. "I need to talk to you. It's urgent." Olivia sighed and hit the end button. Sighing, she sat on closed toilet and stared at the wall. "What did I do?" she asked, burying her head in her hands.