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Vi is a good friend. A great friend, even. She knows this because she’s been told as much plenty of times.
Need a last-minute designated driver? She’s there.
Want some help moving clear across town? Buy her a pizza and she’ll be a set of willing muscles all day.
Even just in need of a listening ear? Suddenly, her day will clear. To listen, to console, to offer solutions, or just be a brief distraction.
It’s never anything she minds. Happy to be of use, and, to be honest, it was fucking tough to try to make it through this world alone. And so she always aimed to be the change she wanted to see or whatever. Fostering community, supporting her friends, and their ambitions, even if just on a whim.
A sort of responsibility she happily took on. One that had landed her at The Blossom, a lesbian bar, helping her best friend, Gert, a manager for the place, promote an event they were hosting tonight. Which, in this case of being useful, meant being a volunteer piece of meat effectively.
Her strap was already anchored to her hips as she stood in a line with nine others. Some artificial plants like herself, alongside other genuine volunteers that were interested in being a willing object for the strap-sucking competition underway.
They were tucked behind a curtain as the first half of the competition played out. Plenty of women, all too eager to put on a show for the crowd, had been given their choice of a banana or a cucumber before the audience would whittle them down to the top five true competitors.
A bit of fun to rile the crowd and get them involved before the main event. Something Vi certainly had no qualms about. Nevertheless, she found herself shifting impatiently, heat and embarrassment burning in her chest.
She’d chosen her largest dildo to play her role well. Making others feel comfortable in coming up to participate. And perhaps aimed to be intimidating and put off anyone who’d look her way for the competition. Not to say she was particularly shy, but the concept of an audience wasn’t something she was sure she ever considered being of much interest for such an intimate act.
Hence her approach of solving two issues in one stroke.
A glance down the awaiting line told her she managed at least the first goal soundly. The thick, twelve-inch, black, and lightly veined cock on her hips stood out against the array. Some half the size, others vibrant, glittering colors, overall varied and unique, and confidently leagues more approachable than her own attachment.
Still, as the horn blared and the crowd proceeded through the loud cheers to cement their finalists, a strange anticipation began to hum under Vi’s fingertips. An electricity building that she didn’t know if she wanted to draw closer to or run away from.
In the end, the choice was already made as the curtain parted and sensual red lighting illuminated the group of strapwearers awaiting the competitors. Vi swallowed past a lump, heat creeping its way up her neck, stood as she was fully clothed in her graphic muscle tank and jeans, yet impossibly exposed with her cock presented boldly to the crowds hooting and hollering.
Sex, she loved, never one to say no to a beautiful woman. But as she took in the fervor of the crowd she felt soundly out of her depth. Wholly unsure where to look and therefore looking nowhere at all really. Resolutely ignoring the calls of her name coming from friends and the like she’d met over past visits.
Mercifully, the competitors began choosing their volunteers, some wandering up and down the line. Giggling and having brief exchanges before snagging someone’s wrist and settling them in one of the five chairs arranged sideways to ensure the crowd had a perfect profile view.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four competitors came and went with their selection, not much attention being sent Vi’s way. Yet even drawing to the home stretch and almost free to go sip a soda and mingle amongst the crowd, there wasn’t an inkling of relief.
Her body always leads ahead of her brain in terms of an uncanny ability to just know. A calling she’s learned to just go with the flow with, yet somehow she still finds herself somewhat surprised when her body's instincts are proven correct.
The last contestant cements this instance as no different, as she doesn’t play up any fanfare. She doesn’t ask the crowd's input. There’s not even a dramatic pause of hemming or hawing as she contemplates her remaining options.
Decisively, heels strike the stage once the last competitor is prompted to choose.
Click. Click. Click.
A long, solid stride, then all at once, Vi’s distant gaze is no longer made of a hazy smattering of raucous crowd. Instead, it’s turned upwards towards a regal oval-like face, cutting blue eyes, beautifully pursed lips, slightly swollen from the first part of the competition, and a challenging pique of a midnight blue brow.
If Vi were a believer, she’d say an honest to god angel had just appeared right in front of her.
The lump she’d attempted to swallow earlier now back tenfold as her eyes quickly drift up and down the entirety of the woman. Gorgeous hardly even begins to scratch the surface of adequately describing the perfection of the woman before her. Taller than Vi with a thinner frame but undeniably toned as her long sleeve shirt hugs the taper of her waist and strength in her arms, the top rounded out by a dangerous amount of cleavage daring Vi to just lean forward into the full mounds. Long legs on display with a skirt low at her hips and skating dangerously along her upper thigh, almost daring a breeze to sweep through and flip it upward a few inches. All pulled together by a set of chunky heeled boots that make her presence undeniable.
Vi doesn’t have a type, had always shrugged at such a question. But the woman before her very much would be it if ever asked again. Sinfully domineering even as her outfit isn’t half as risqué as some in the packed space, but something about the purposeful restraint of it to tease the edge has Vi awestruck.
“Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’d be delighted to.”
Vi hadn’t even had a moment to realize she’d spoken before two fingers hooked into the front of her harness, soundly dragging her off the line of offerings before turning into a palm low against her abdomen to prompt her to sit in the last spot.
With the chairs now all filled, the crowd reached another level of excitement, the lowered thrum of music only egging them on.
The noise was enough to draw Vi’s focus to the side as she gripped the armrest of the chair, adjusting slightly. Unable to settle with her heart beating a million miles a second.
The host was on the mic explaining the rest of the game, but it all fell on deaf ears as blood rushed through Vi’s ears, churning rapidly with her heart pounding in her chest. She could get up, could walk away and know there’d be no judgment. The entire event had begun with an explicit reminder of consent and, therefore, the ability and openness to revoke it anytime.
But Vi wasn’t uncomfortable, she wasn’t scared, and honestly, there wasn’t an unwilling part in her bones when she’d followed the tug of the beautiful bluenette. She just felt like a fish out of water, well beyond her element and unsure how to get her bearings and ground herself in the reality that this was actually happening.
A hand touches gently along her shoulder. Effectively anchoring her back to her body with a bit of skin-to-skin contact, as her sleeveless shirt does little to hide the goosebumps there. The touch doesn't linger long, trailing up in a slow, careful path until her jaw is caught between patient fingers and patiently straightened. Turning her focus resolutely from the crowd and back to the woman who now well and truly towers over her seated form.
“Don’t focus on them. I need you here, with me. Can you manage that for me, handsome?”
Jerkily, Vi finds herself nodding. “Yeah, yeah, of course. I’m uh- I’m Vi.”
It draws an amused lift to those pert lips, her head tilting slightly, rich blue hair tumbling to the side almost like a waterfall as she gazes down at Vi as if she had said something funny. Suddenly, the hand that had been calmly stroking Vi’s jaw drifts down. Not straying too far before a finger taps over the top of her tapped chest, where a sticker resides, before traversing back up to stroke along her cheek.
“I know, it’s very cleverly written on your name tag and your face.”
“Heh... Right.”
The lopsided grin on Vi’s face is painfully smitten even as she knows she’s making a fool of herself. Unfortunately, knowing and being capable of doing anything about it simply are two very different things.
So a fool she remains, lost to the swirling sea of this woman’s enchanting eyes as Vi’s body subconsciously does finally relax back into the seat while the taller woman lowers to her knees. Landing on the soft cushioning offered between Vi’s parted legs.
A hum drifts between them as Caitlyn looks her over, gaze unrelenting and intrigued. “I’m looking forward to making good use of you, Vi.”
The measured husk of her voice is unfairly disarming, as is the way Caitlyn’s hands travel over Vi. Almost mapping her entire body before even bothering with what should be the main objective, so prominently at attention between them.
Yet she ignores it in favor of locking onto Vi first and foremost. Like a toy set before her with no purpose but to be her amusement, groped and thoroughly inspected at Caitlyn’s leisure.
“And in case you didn’t catch my own, hi, I’m Caitlyn.”
Even as Caitlyn’s the one on her knees, the heavy weight of her attention and casual delivery is something that makes Vi feel incredibly thankful to be seated to prevent the exposure of the unsteadiness in Vi’s legs. Unable to even pretend to hold steady while being addressed in such a flippant way, being palmed over by the most beautiful woman she’s ever seen.
“H-i.”
The crack in her voice, however, is something she wishes to pretend never happened as embarrassment flares in her chest. Burning hotter as soft chuckles rise below at her obvious floundering. So unbelievably unlike Vi and her typical swagger, especially with women.
Something about the lights, the stage, and mostly this woman in particular and the confidence surrounding her, consequently twists Vi into knots. A feeling only worsened by hands caressing over Vi’s thighs, almost teasingly comforting.
“Ohhh, poor girl,” a pout follows the coo. So unfairly attractive even in its exaggerated mocking. “Don't worry, I’ll take care of you and your pretty cock.”
The casual vulgarity makes Vi’s body shiver even though she isn’t the slightest bit cold. Her body is simply overwhelmed by the anticipation of experiencing what this woman is planning to do with her.
Words swiftly followed by the first touch of Caitlyn’s fingertips along the smattering of veins from the base to the tip. Testing her cock’s rigidity under its own weight. Making it sway and Vi’s breathing hitch at the slight give of the harness around her thighs and hips. Her abdomen clenched at the sight, flames licking at her insides already from the barest touch.
“So big and all for me,” before Vi can even notice it moving, Caitlyn's other hand comes up to catch her wrist, guiding her hand to her hair with a slight shake of the flowing locks. “Just be sure to hold on, so I can make a proper mess.”
It’s less an ask than an order. Expectant eyes leveled on her, making Vi’s chest cave with a heaving breath while her hand numbly grabs at Caitlyn’s hair. A swift eye roll follows, “all that muscle and you can’t hold on like you mean it, darling?”
The disapproval in the tone stings harsher than the challenge. Vi blinks to clear some of the haze she’d lost herself to before adjusting accordingly, winding her hand around the length to ensure it can’t slip away and taking a proper grasp.
Briefly, a smirk just seems to tug at Caitlyn’s lips, “better,” slipping from her before she finally leans forward. Their eyes remain caught in a heated deadlock as a wet pink tongue flicks out, licking the underside of Vi’s cock from the base to the very tip. Ending the sensual journey of her tongue with what could almost be considered a chaste kiss, tantalizingly sweet in the obvious promise of more to come. Followed through afterwards in the form of her lips parting to take the head of Vi’s cock into her mouth.
The tenacity and confidence with which her hand wraps around the ample length makes Vi feel impossibly small in turn. Like a poor mouse pinned between the claws of a sly cat.
To be quite frank, it’s nothing short of exhilarating being caught by the stunning woman before her. So much so that her hips, with a needy mind of their own, twitch, giving away her excitement as a result. But she tries her best not to rush this, enraptured by watching Caitlyn methodically work her cock, not with hesitation but as if she were figuring out the right ways of touching that made Vi’s heart skip a beat. A smooth exploration as she sinks down inch by inch, her head and hand working along Vi’s cock in a way that already has her panting with the heat of desire building under her skin.
So unfairly hot in the way she can imagine the feel of the warmth of Caitlyn’s welcoming mouth. Only encouraged in her phantom feelings by the perfect view of those full lips gliding along her cock, causing sparks of electricity to zip up Vi’s spine that she hadn’t been at all prepared for.
And she knows, somewhere deep and muddled in the back of her brain, that this should just be a game, a competition. That it wasn’t meant to be anything real beyond a pleasing spectacle for others to observe and enjoy, an effort to encourage them to cut loose.
None of that changes the simple truth that her entire body seems not to care. Getting lost in the heated rush and thrill that makes Vi slip and genuinely moan. Hips properly thrusting beyond her control. Surely catching Caitlyn off guard for a brief second, but the kneeling woman is apparently all for it as a gleam catches in her eye and her efforts somehow manage to double.
She didn’t know it was possible, having been with her fair share of skilled women in the bedroom, from relationships to the occasional fling. Even so, there’s no denying the fact that Vi is haplessly in love with this woman simply from the way Caitlyn sucks her cock. An all too embarrassing revelation that warms her chest and makes her toss her head back with the increase of pressure, fitfully scrambling within herself to garner back some sense and composure within herself.
The retreat is not permitted for long as Caitlyn’s other hand slips under the front of her shirt and scratches along her abs. The slight sting of nails all too successful in snapping Vi’s eyes back to where they belonged. Firmly on Caitlyn and resolutely keeping her locked into a world made of only them at this moment.
With pretty pink lips bobbing up and down. A slick trail of spit glistening around her cock every time Caitlyn retreats. Only to be engulfed once more. Caitlyn, now apparently satisfied in ensuring Vi’s utmost attention, allows her eyes to slip shut with the most impossibly sexy furrow of concentration creasing her brows, accompanied by pleased hums that even if Vi can’t feel it, she feels it.
The visual more than enough to have her hips jogging with increasing eagerness at the sound of Caitlyn enjoying being filled by her cock. Such approval and the constantly shifting base working in a delicious combination to tighten the coil in her belly. Her clit straining against the fabric of her boxers, chasing the glancing friction that makes her whimper in response. Grip on blue locks tightening with need, both to give and have more.
A silent request that is readily permitted as Caitlyn pushes herself even further. Not satisfied with the more than reasonable amount she’s swallowed thus far, working herself down further. Her hand is ever in tandem with her mouth, working the strap up and down, jostling it so its base manages to grind down into Vi with nearly every motion.
The entire moment makes sweat bead at her nape, overwhelmed by the desire flooding her system and irresistible pleasure making itself known in her lower belly as she watches and listens. Only truly processing the way Caitlyn swallows around her, saliva pooling on Vi’s cock and dribbling beyond the confines of her lips, but not allowed to stray far as the excess is caught by her hand just to be worked along her length once more in an erotically hypnotizing loop.
Sloppy, exhilarating, and all around devastating as the next disappearance of her cock down Caitlyn’s throat seals her fate. The steady bass of the music making the stage thrum, the flicker of the red lighting, the ravenous feeling of the woman between her legs dooms Vi to the most absurd orgasm of her life as a cry gets caught in her throat and she bottoms out. Entire body quivering like a shaken leaf as she cums in her pants.
Absolutely embarrassing, undeniably pathetic. Yet she feels on top of the world itself or perhaps even capable of lifting it with the amount of ecstasy surging through her veins.
Eventually, her grip slackens enough for Caitlyn to come up for air with brief gasps, but there’s no offense to be found, simply a predatory satisfaction in her eye as they take one another in. Caitlyn’s entire demeanor, already so confident beforehand, now seems almost smug, even with the spit that’s made a mess of the lower half of her face.
In some fraction of consciousness, Vi registers that the contest is concluding and another round of audience voting is underway. Vi simply doesn’t hear any of it, still painfully hypnotized and stunned by her own body's reaction to the way she’s been toyed with for all to see.
Apparently Caitlyn remains leagues more present than Vi’s dazed state of post-euphoria as she raises primly from her knees. The hand that has just been part of the messy duo upon Vi’s cock works the slickest fingers into Vi’s still agape mouth. Her body instinctively accepts the offered digits and cleans away Caitlyn’s spit with her own desperate tongue before Caitlyn speaks once more, voice still firm but obviously gravelly now.
“Wait right here for me, darling.”
The prim order was nearly laughable, as if Vi could fathom being anywhere but wherever Caitlyn wished her to be. So, of course, Vi stays put as Caitlyn delivers a parting pat upon Vi’s cheek before she saunters towards the host. Receiving a playfully lewd first-place sash, smoothly finding its way draped across her chest, and the winner's gift card.
Once her spoils are procured, she departs the stage swiftly with Vi in tow. Those two fingers hooked once more in the front of Vi’s harness as she guides them through the crowd intently, cutting clean through the shifting masses like a woman on a mission in order to eventually tug Vi into a bathroom.
Vi can’t even begin to mind nor act as if she's not brimming with anticipation for more.
More time with this woman, more time spent under her secure hold. It’s nearly concerning how badly she feels herself craving it, Vi’s only solace coming in the undeniable fact Caitlyn must feel some semblance of the same with the urgency which she uses Vi’s back to slam the door shut, flicking the lock mechanism while crowding into Vi’s space once more as if the thought to scamper away from the way she looks ready to swallow Vi whole could even formulate in Vi’s mind.
“You made a request earlier and I believe I’ve done a phenomenal job of following through.”
For a moment Vi is lost. So much having passed in the last half an hour that time feels non-existent, anything before a lost fable that ceased to matter the moment she’d come undone.
As if sensing her confusion, a firm hand grasps her jaw, guiding her all too willing body to tilt further upward, a slim nose dipping down to brush tenderly against hers, warm breath ghosting over her lips as Caitlyn stares through her.
“So are you going to return the favor and fuck me now, Vi, or are you just so greedy to walk around with all this on display and not know how to properly put it to use?”
A punch to the gut would have been more gentle than the words that curled off Caitlyn’s tongue set free and allowed to shoot through Vi’s body like a shock of adrenaline. All the same, Vi can feel herself nodding, speed enough to make a bobblehead jealous.
“God, yes. Please, please let me fuck you, I want to make you feel good.”
A brilliant smirk curls over Caitlyn’s lips. “Good girl.”
Vi isn’t permitted a moment to let that process through her system before those lips are falling upon her own. Demanding and sure as they meet in a way that’s impossibly novel in being the first time they’ve done so after everything and still so impossibly right despite the backwards order of things. Unperterbed Caitlyn wastes no time licking into Vi’s mouth. Moans and urgent puffs quick to follow as their mouths mesh greedily, any differentiation of where one of them ends and the other begins firmly erased by the wanton collision that they become.
Hands skating over one another as Vi subconsciously walks them back until Caitlyn bumps into the sink. There’s no thought or hesitation before Vi reaches down to swiftly deposit her on top of it. Their mouths effectively refusing to part from one another after just becoming acquainted with the euphoria caused by their connection. Keeping them pressed tight against each other, the proximity isn’t nearly enough though.
So Vi’s hands adjust, moving to flip the flimsy barrier of Caitlyn’s skirt up, blindly seeking out her core. The moment her fingertips apply the slightest pressure along her entrance, they both groan at the soaked mess she finds. CAusing Caitlyn’s hips to rock desperately, seeking more contact and only staying propped up by the solid hold Vi’s other arm keeps around her.
Even with the obvious insistence in Caitlyn’s movements Vi can’t help but slow partially from the frantic pace they’d been moving at. Breaking their kiss to look down between them, watching her own fingers press along the wet fabric. Slow and soft, almost reverent while teasing over Caitlyn’s slit with wonder.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet.”
A needless announcement of what they both knew, but one that leaves her anyway as she feels the arousal seeping through. Well and truly making clear that despite the cool composure Caitlyn maintained, her own performance had done a thorough job of getting her riled up nearly as much as Vi had been.
“I know, so do something about it.”
Sharp, impatient, and so damn perfect, Caitlyn doesn’t wait for Vi to snap out of her stricken state but instead acts. Happy to put Vi to use even if her giddy mind is sluggish on transmitting anything comprehensive to her limbs. At this point, Vi’s well and truly accepted her brain can comfortably be left as mush around this woman with the ease of which she takes charge.
A hand joins Vi’s, guiding her exactly where Caitlyn wants as she uses Vi’s fingers to slide her ruined thong to the side before Caitlyn reaches out, gripping Vi’s cock once more and firmly slotting her in place. Tip guided up and down her slit without any further barrier, permitting a slick noise to float in the air between them.
Vi needs no further invitation than that. Taking over the hold on her cock to properly urge the tip between the petals of Caitlyn’s entrance. Smoothly long arms and legs coil around her frame as Caitlyn hisses lightly at the feeling of Vi beginning to gingerly sink an inch or so in.
“Ah—more, Vi, give me more. I can take it.”
The rush of words makes Vi’s brows furrow in concentration, eager to oblige. Watching intently as Caitlyn does just that. Hips arching in Vi’s hold as inch after inch disappears. And Vi can’t feel it, but seeing it is enough.
Watching the truth of Caitlyn’s words right before her eyes as the bluenette mewls and whines with Vi’s progression. Her hands digging into the solid mass of Vi’s shoulders, trying to pull her impossibly closer with her cunt pulsing around Vi’s cock, attempting the same, gripping her hungrily. Vi watches it all with a keen eye until there is nothing left. Until Caitlyn has all of her buried to the hilt. An utterly mind-boggling sight to see stalling her ability to function for a long beat.
A hand slips up her nape after a moment, brushing along the shaved undercut to anchor in the longer strands of pink. Then a sharp tug pulls her forward until there’s the solid presence of teeth nipping at her pierced ear, making another whimper rattle out of Vi, her head tilting into the bite. But no further pressure is permitted; her ear released with a raspy growl of a command.
“Move.”
It knocks her breathless how much this woman seems to take from her and still demand more. Insatiable a more than apt word honestly, and making her all the more a gleaming beacon of perfection in Vi’s mind as a result of her domineering grip that winds around Vi well beyond just the physical hold she manages.
Caitlyn somehow successfully reached deep inside of Vi and pulled the urge to be good, to be useful, to the very forefront of her psyche. Stoking Vi into an all too eager mess of herself, clambering to adhere to whatever was asked of her. Caitlyn’s own personal plaything she’d been from the moment they’d met on that stage and proven by the way Caitlyn had unraveled her for all to see.
So there’s nothing left to do but follow orders, Vi snapping into action.
Her hips draw back a few inches, the measured pace borderline excruciating before flipping on a dime and fucking it all back into Caitlyn’s core with a rapid thrust.
“Oh fuck yes.”
The half shout-half moan from Caitlyn’s lips sends tingles through Vi. Prompting her to repeat the motion, pulling out a tad further before filling Caitlyn to the brim again.
Another curse knocked loose from the bluenette’s posh mouth makes Vi grin, a bit of pride unwilling to be tempered as she can hear the effect she has on Caitlyn. Both from her mouth and between her thighs as Vi increases the motion of her hips, pistoning into Caitlyn’s cunt voraciously, drawing slick noises with every stroke.
It ignites an aching desire within the swirling magma of Vi’s core. A special craving for the symphony of pleasure Caitlyn’s body is making for Vi. So much so that her mouth seeks out Caitlyn’s, wanting to drink down the heady elixir of the bluenette’s pleasure straight from the source. This kiss somehow finds itself more hectic than their first, all heated desire overflowing with the increasingly rapid tempo of their bodies working in a desirous crescendo.
And Vi knows beyond doubt she’s building towards cumming in her pants again. High off nothing more than the sounds Caitlyn makes, the solid feel of her presence, and the phantom pressure of Caitlyn clenching around Vi’s cock. However, this time, Vi refuses to reach that peak alone.
It’s a task, practically herculean in effort, to hold herself at bay. But well worth it as she slips a hand between their bodies. This time deftly locating the beautifully swollen bundle of nerves above Caitlyn’s entrance with the firm swipe of her fingertips. Smooth circles flowing over Caitlyn’s clit as Vi thrust, unrelenting in her efforts to send Caitlyn tumbling into pleasure first and foremost.
Vi is rewarded by the pitch of Caitlyn’s moans simultaneously arching alongside her hips. The wild buck was almost enough to throw Vi off kilter if she weren’t so solidly set to task. More than prepared to be a pillar through the storm, she leans forward, pressing Caitlyn deeper onto the sink counter, forcing her back to meet the mirror as she cries out her orgasm before Vi’s motion turns staccato. Broken and made jerky by her own climax chasing after Caitlyn’s. White flashing behind the tight squeeze of her eyelids. Panted breaths exchanged between them in an unbroken loop as if they couldn’t possibly survive any other way.
Eventually, they're forced to gather themselves, the impatient pounding on the door of other patrons playing no small part in driving them apart. Because if it were up to Vi alone, she’d probably never move again. Happily pressed flush to Caitlyn in a perfect fit like a pair of puzzle pieces finally aligned.
As if sensing her melancholy at the necessity to detach, after cleaning themselves up as best they can, Caitlyn’s hand grips her jaw, redirecting her attention fully to her once more.
“Don’t fret, I’m not nearly done with you, darling.”
Another kiss is bestowed upon her, no longer rife with that delirium-inducing hunger but almost sweet, a ghost of a promise drifting between pecks. As if sealing some sort of deal. The softness broken as a playful grin crosses Caitlyn's face, pivoting to the sink to grab up the strap from where it had been left on its base after a quick rinse.
“And you most certainly won’t be gifting anyone else with this for the rest of the night.”
It’s not even a question before she turns back to Vi, reaching out with her free hand to slip her fingers between Vi’s before finally leading them back into the lurch without waiting for a response.
Vi can’t even pretend to mind, all too happy to be drawn along by this woman who’s practically swept down from above and opened her eyes to a whole new sort of heaven.