There was something about going through a mid-life divorce that made Alex want to do something crazy and ill-advised. And who better to help her make unwise decisions than Emily Prentiss who – if rumours were to be believed – did crazy and ill-advised things on the regular...
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Emily asked as they danced close in the darkness of the dimly lit nightclub. Even as she asked, she plucked a pill from her pocket and placed it on her tongue.
"Shut up and kiss me," Alex growled, then grabbed a fistful of Emily's tank top and pulled her into her body so she could accept the pill on her own tongue. She had never done this before – had never so much as smoked marijuana, barely drank more than an occasional glass of wine – and she'd just downed a tablet of ecstasy without even a second thought. She might've stopped to wonder when she'd become so reckless, what she was trying to prove...but she was too far gone to care.
She couldn't have said when exactly the drug kicked in as time seemed to have stood still in the moments between taking the pill and the world tilting off its axis. But the next thing she knew, the room was spinning and she felt like all the blood in her body was rushing to her cunt until all she could think about was ravaging Emily within an inch of her life.
"I want you..." she husked by her ear, voice dripping with need.
"My apartment is only..." Emily started.
She shook her head. "No time."
A wicked grin curled Emily's lips. "Do we have time to go to the bathroom or do you want me to do you right here?" she whispered beside her ear. "You want to show this whole club what a little whore you are?" She snaked a hand beneath Alex's skirt, cupped her pussy through her panties, the heel of her hand pressing firmly against her clit.
Alex whined, grinding down on Emily's palm. She had to admit – if only to herself – that the idea of Emily having her way with her right there on the dance floor for everyone to see had her absolutely dripping with desire...but even through the haze of the drug, she wasn't quite so brazen.
Rather than answer with words, she grabbed Emily's wrist and somehow threaded her way through the crowd to the bathroom, where Emily proceeded to slam her back against the door as she once again found her lips. She was vaguely aware of the lock clicking, of Emily shredding her panties off her body and tossing the scrap of lace aside...the action alone was enough to have her dripping.
Emily seemed to sense this because in the next moment, she'd thrust two fingers inside of her and pumped them messily a few times until Alex was dripping down her wrist. She made a dramatic show of cleaning up the mess she'd made of her fingers, laving her tongue along her forearm while keeping constant eye contact with Alex.
Alex couldn't help but keen audibly at the sight. All she wanted in that moment was for Emily to lick her clit the same way.
Emily, though, had other ideas...
She grabbed Alex's wrist, yanking sharply so that she was forced to turn around, her elbows knocking against the door as Emily manhandled her like a ragdoll. She bunched her skirt up around her waist so her ass was on display, just begging for her to smack it a little...
So, she did just that, spanking her sharply, eliciting a yelp of surprise, followed quickly by a little moan. Emily chuckled. "You like that, don't you?" she said, charmingly cocksure. She didn't wait for an answer before spanking her a second time, then a third, again and again until she was forced to wrap a palm over her lips to keep her from making too much noise.
Then, once she was obediently silent, Emily leaned in to whisper a breathy command in her ear, "Over the sink."
Rather than her touch, though the first thing Alex felt was Emily emptying a baggie of powder in a line along the curve of her ass, followed by the sound of a phone's camera shutter, then finally the sound of a sharp inhale as Emily snorted the cocaine.
Whipping her head around, Alex looked back just in time to see Emily toss her head back in euphoria as the drug hit her senses. She shook her head a few times, then wiped her nose with the back of her hand before diving back in to the task at hand. She sunk her teeth into the flesh of Alex's ass, leaving a red ring of teethmarks.
Alex yelped, hissed, "Emily!"
She laughed. "Needy brat," she snapped, leaning down so she could make out sloppily with her cunt. "You know..." she said between licks, "I wouldn't have thought you'd be so cool with this."
"With what?" she asked breathily, canting her hips to better receive Emily's ministrations.
Changing tactics, Emily began stroking her clit with her thumb, calloused from years spent on the trigger of a gun. "The whole two-way mirror thing."
"Wh-what?"
Emily caught her gaze in the mirror, giving her a pointed look. "I thought you knew – everyone knows – it's like the club's thing."
For a few moments, it seemed like she was about to balk at the invasion of privacy...but just as quickly as she froze, she began wiggling her hips again, wordlessly begging for more.
Emily laughed again. "You are a dirty little whore, aren't you?"
