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Damn, you scrub up well, girl…

Olivia gave herself a cursory glance over in the mirror. The scarlet dress hugged her hips, her hair fell about her shoulders in soft honey brown curls, the heels made her feel like a million dollars; she gave a little twirl, admiring the way the dress hugged her curves and framed her shoulders. This was going to be a fun night - it had been a long week, full of the customers from hell, and all work and no play made Olivia a frustrated little thing. How long had it been since she really gave herself a night off and just cut loose, she wondered as she puckered up at the mirror. Too long, she decided, before she had even finished adding the final touches of lipstick.

Her phone on the dresser buzzed, the screen lit up by an alert letting her know that her ride was outside.

“Dress, shoes, clutch, phone, check!" She noted aloud, stuffing her phone into a small bag with her personals for the night.

Her hand lingered over a small, slender fragrance bottle next to her bag, sitting where she had placed it earlier that week. 'Perfume by Jenny' the label read, and nothing else. There wasn't even a company logo or stamp on the bottom, which was most unusual. Olivia adored op-shopping and had a particular weakness for collecting old perfume bottles; there was something about the old-world charm and history of them that she just felt drawn to, and she had a small bookshelf where she proudly displayed them in her bedroom. This one, Olivia noted, was one that she didn't recognise. She had set it aside on the dresser with the intention of trying to find some more information online, but it sat forgotten until now thanks to the chaos of life.

She picked up the bottle and, without a second thought, applied a spritz to each wrist and then her neck. It wasn't a bad fragrance per se, but instead of the sweet, floral notes she was hoping for with a moniker like 'Jenny', it smelled more like a mixture of hay and wet earth. Definitely not the kind of scent she had in mind!

Olivia wrinkled her nose. “This one's past its use-by date," she remarked, putting it back on the dresser. Prepared as she was, a small roll-on perfume was pulled out of her clutch in an attempt to mask the barnyard smell and it did, just. But it was too late to fuss - her driver was already waiting and she wasn't going to let this night slip by, she thought, racing towards the front door.

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The music was pumping, the drinks were flowing and the night was young! Olivia picked her way through the crowd at the bar, two drinks in hand, and made her way back to one of the horseshoe-shaped booths. A slender girl with cropped red hair sat waiting for her, eyes beaming behind cherry-rimmed glasses.

“Mojito for the miss, and a daiquiri for me," Olivia chirped, placing the drinks down and sliding in across from her companion. This was only the third or so time she had met Natalie, and the first time they had done so outside of business hours, but Olivia would be lying if she said there wasn't a certain electricity in the air between them.

“So I couldn't tell from your text messages," Natalie grinned and leaned in across the table. “Is this a date or a 'just friends' kind of thing?" The club was quite loud, so bridging the distance was necessary if one wanted to have a conversation, but there was also something incredibly intimate about it, too.

Olivia blushed. God, she's straight to the point, isn't she? “I suppose we'll find out one way or another in the morning," she teased, taking a sip of her drink. Her cheeks felt unusually flushed in the warm club, but between being across the table from a bombshell like Natalie, and in a room full of dancing people, who wouldn't feel a little hot under the collar? A distinct tingle started somewhere in the vicinity of her lingerie, and while she did her best to ignore it, it lingered on the edges of her thoughts. The occasional waft of deep earthy perfume caught her attention, in amongst the other smells in the club.

It wasn't long before Olivia found herself on the dance floor. What started out as friendly, flirty dancing with her redhead company, very quickly became tantalisingly close, and very quickly answered the earlier question. Maybe it was the drink, or maybe it was the company, but Olivia was filled with a strange sense of excitement she couldn't quite put her finger on- it was as if her whole body was buzzing with energy. Her movements were just enough to create friction between her lingerie and intimate areas. Ordinarily, it wouldn't be an issue, but now? It was like someone had kick-started her libido and she could feel a familiar moistness welling between her legs, and she was thoroughly enjoying herself on the dance floor.

She could see the curl of her smirk as Natalie looked over her shoulder, arms raised elegantly as she twisted and writhed to the thumping bass. In the strobing light, Olivia could feel her soft, pert ass brush up against her hips again and again. She could smell the scent of perfume radiating off Natalie's skin. Olivia ran her hands across her shoulders and down her hips as they danced, grinding together. She felt the way her body moved under her touch, brushing fingertips across bare skin, bringing the two of them closer and closer until she could almost taste her sweet breath, and oh god did she want to, did she need to, she could feel a hot tingle rising from her groin and spreading like butterflies across her stomach… and then the music stopped.

Olivia was jarred back into the present as the tune faded and the lights were raised slightly. An announcement about happy hour and a DJ change came on over the speakers, and she blinked, realising that their lips were mere inches away. _Fuck fuck fuck! She was so close, Natalie was just there! _

Natalie looked away first, her cheeks having turned a bright shade of pink, visible even in the low light. Olivia cleared her throat and took a step back, realising that the other patrons were now looking around, some going to get drinks themselves. There were several knowing looks cast her way, and one guy with a septum piercing even gave her a not-so-subtle thumbs up at the idea of girl-on-girl action right there on the dance floor. Olivia's face flushed, hot with a funny mix of arousal and embarrassment.

“Do you, uh, want another drink?" Natalie flustered, taking a sidestep. “I'm going to get us another drink."

Olivia nodded. “I have to use the bathroom. I'll meet you at the booth."

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The sound of pumping blood filled Olivia's ears. She hardly noticed the sound of the cubicle door slamming behind her. The ceramic cistern was cold under her hands as she leaned over the seat, her breath coming in heavy, jagged waves. What on earth is wrong with you?! All she could think about was Natalie. The way she smelled, that shy smile over the shoulder that hinted at so much more the way her skin was warm and soft and it would be just so, so easy to slide her hand up under that dress and...

“What is going on?" Olivia hissed under her breath. This wasn't normal for her. Sure, she had thoughts about doing lewd things to her in private moments - everyone had these urges - but it was like something else had taken over her entirely. Her heart was racing, and it almost felt like her whole body was vibrating deep inside. That buzz started somewhere behind her navel and flowed down her body like sparkling water, making her inner thighs and mound tingle. This was like nothing she had experienced before. No drugs or alcohol she had ever taken had felt like this. This… this felt powerful. Like part of her deep down had decided to emerge and the old Olivia had been put on the shelf for the night. She felt strong and alive! Like the world and everything in it was hers for the taking, Natalie included!

But she couldn't go back out like this. Not with her thoughts racing, and the club being so dark, and Natalie so teasing. They'd get kicked out in an instant. That is, assuming Natalie didn't rebuke her. Because, sure, flirty dancing was one thing but this…? Oh, this was something much, much more perverse. A thought occurred to Olivia as a smirk crept across her lips.

Surely Natalie wouldn't notice me gone for an extra few minutes, right? The bathroom was busy. People were coming and going, toilets were flushing, sinks were running. Nobody would notice, she thought as she ran a hand up her thigh, and felt her skin tingle in response. The hair on the back of her neck prickled as a shiver ran down the length of her spine in anticipation. Olivia's hand rose higher, gently brushing the outline of her lips under the lacy fabric of her lingerie. Everything was so sensitive! She closed her eyes and bit her lip - it was the only thing she could think to do to stop herself from letting out a soft moan!

A gentle, teasing caress across her panties was all that she needed. She slipped a finger around the side of the seam and underneath, feeling how soft and warm the tender skin of her lips were. Two fingers explored further and were met with hot, slick wetness. Olivia smirked, pulling back so she could slip a thumb down each side of her lingerie and slip it off, carefully stepping out of them and placing them on the cistern in front of her. As she stood up, the wafting aroma of that strange perfume caught her attention. The most unusual thought crossed her mind - what would it feel like for a jenny, a female donkey? Jacks were known for being very well endowed, and the thought excited her. The idea of being taken from behind, mounted like an animal, sent another wave of tingling across her skin, but the cubicle was too small for her to get on her hands and knees. If she leaned forward and stood on her tiptoes just like so, it was almost like having hooves, wasn't it? It was an odd thought, but something about it just felt right to her.

Olivia angled her body so that she was supporting herself on the elbow that rested on the lid of the toilet, her arse high in the air. As she reached between her legs again, she felt the familiar slickness beneath her fingertips. With two fingers, she pushed gently against her lips until they parted, and she ran her fingers tenderly along the length of her slit, biting her lip again. Her labia were soft and thick, engorged with blood in anticipation. She bought her fingers up to the bump at the top of her slit, the sensitive clittoris, and began rubbing herself in small circles with fingers that were slippery with her own juices. It was as if someone had turned the lights on across her body! With only a few touches, Olivia felt like she had come alive! Every sensation was heightened in a way that she simply couldn't explain, but was very much not going to protest.

Her sex throbbed in time to her heartbeat, and her entrance ached for attention as her breathing quickened. After only a few moments of rubbing her tender bud, she felt a trickle of her own nectar dribble down into her palm thanks to how she stood. It was all the convincing she needed to let her fingers explore further, and she moved her attention elsewhere. Running a pair of fingers along the length of her lips again, Olivia flinched as they reached her opening - not in pain, but in sheer delight as something almost like electricity flowed across her skin. An audible moan escaped her lips as she pushed into her own warm depths, fingers penetrating past her silken skin and into the tight passage. Somewhere in the bathroom, another woman gasped and giggled, but Olivia didn't care. She thrust into herself over and over again, squirming in pleasure as she rocked back and forth on her toes. In her mind's eye, a lustful stallion mounted her, forcing his flared member into her inviting sex and thrusting again and again, vigorously and without mercy. The pleasure made her head swim as she whimpered with each breath, two fingers inside her as her palm rubbed against her clit with every movement. She could feel how wet she was, she could smell the thick, earthy scent of the perfume, and the pressure that was building somewhere deep inside her. Her whimpers grew into moans, the sounds now covering the sweet, wet noise of thrusting into her sex, and her pace quickened, urged on by the promise of only more pleasure to come.

So very close to climax, Olivia's breathing was short and ragged and the hand supporting her clenched into a fist and her toes curled as she could feel the pressure building, greater and greater with each plunge into her tight canal. Her movements were feverish, rocking back and forth on her toes until it happened. Olivia cried out, loud and unabashed, as a wave of sheer pleasure washed over her. She could feel the muscles in her opening quiver and convulse, gripping her fingers tightly, as her legs shook, almost buckling under the force of the wave. A rush of hot, liquid pleasure trickled down her arm as the muscles in her legs trembled. She pushed her forehead into her forearm, taking a moment to catch herself as aftershocks rocked her core. A smile slowly grew across her flushed lips as she heard the bathroom door close - someone had stayed around long enough to hear her crescendo, and she felt a hint of amusement. What if it was Natalie that had heard her pleasuring herself? Oh my, that would be a thought, wouldn't it?

After giving herself a few moments respite for such exertion, Olivia straightened up and walked out of the stall, leaving her lacy lingerie sitting where they were left on the cistern. A gift to the next person that used that cubicle, she thought, checking her makeup in the mirror. And besides. She felt far better not being constrained by panties anyway. She strutted out of the bathroom, an air of absolute satisfaction about her. On some level, she almost hoped that there were whispers around the dance floor about someone fingering themselves in the women's bathrooms, and that everyone would quietly know it was her. She didn't know where this new Olivia had come from, but she'd be damned if she wasn't going to enjoy it.

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Natalie was sitting at the booth waiting for her. She gave her look, eyes narrowed and mouth curled upwards in a smirk, as Olivia approached. Two brightly coloured drinks sat waiting for them, beads of condensation running down the outsides of the glasses.

“Don't you look like the cat that ate the canary," Natalie announced, looking her up and down. “Did I miss something?"

“Oh, nothing exciting," Olivia lied. “Women's toilets. You know how it is." It amused her to no end that her company picked up almost immediately on the change in confidence. Maybe she suspected something more? The idea thrilled her. She slid into the booth, enjoying the thrill of cold vinyl against her bare skin.

Natalie eyed her as she drank from the straw of her glass. There was a sparkle in her eye that almost suggested she had been having her own less-than-pure thoughts while Olivia used the restrooms, but who could really tell.

“So, what do you think - is this a just-friends date or a proper date yet?" Olivia probed. “And what's the best way to make sure you wake up in my bed tomorrow morning?" Old Olivia would have choked and stumbled over her words, or worse yet, she never would have had the audacity to ask something so bold. New Olivia knew exactly what she wanted, and was going to get it.

Natalie laughed and ran her foot up Olivia's calf under the table. “Well, you could start by taking me back to yours." She was so fucking cute when she was coy. God, if it were any other night, she'd slip a hand right under her dress here at the booth…

“God, if all I had to do was ask, we could have just gone straight to mine to begin with and saved us both some time," she exclaimed, downing the last of her drink and rising from the booth. Natalie followed, curling an arm around hers.

This was going to be a most excellent night.

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