“Honestly bro? Nice,” Lina said, admiring her handiwork.
Cin owned athleisure wear, actual sports wear, and a few sets of work clothes.
All of it looked great on her. A body like the one she was working with looked better the less clothes it had on it.
None of this was good enough for Lina. She insisted going to the shitty local she’d picked out would be Cin’s ‘debut’ and that ‘a vibe had to be cultivated’.
So, she’d ripped the bottom half off of one of Cin’s favorite red tanks, and gone to fucking town on a pair of Cin’s denim work overalls.
Plenty of holes, plenty of tanned skin and perfectly toned muscle on display. The upper half of the overalls tied around her hips had a blue collar charm she didn’t think would work for a girl, but she had to admit…
“Perfect,” Lina announced, “hot, obviously gay, but not like, that gay? The bitch will pull.”
She said that last bit nodding like a monk ruminating on the wisdom of the ages.
“O-kay,” Cin chuckled, posing a bit to herself out in the full-length they'd set up on the wall, “soooo we heading out?”
“What? No, it’s like 7, Cin, the sluts won’t be out till at least 9. Now we pre-game, and…”
“Gladiators?”
“Fuck yeah.”
“Oh my goooooooooooood if one more girl shoots their shot with Hurricane I’m gonna scream!” Lina groaned.
Cin wasn’t even watching.
Lina was stretched out on the couch Cin had splurged on. When you thought you were going to have to pay for your own college, you ended up with a little bit of spending money when you were wrong.
Cin was trying to think about the couch. How comfortable it was. How good of a purchase it had been.
Anything but the how soft Lina’a skin looked, tight over skinny-hot abs.
Certainly not how tight that barely there crop-top she had on under her jacket clung to her nipples.
All of those were easier to think about, though, than the absolute fucking tent Cin was pitching less than an inch from Lina’s foot in her lap.
She has to notice that, right?
Not to brag, but her jeans were doing a passable Mt.Fuji impression.
“Damn, big fan of Hurricane too, huh?” Lina asked.
It took Cin a moment to realize that she was looking straight at her, with a grin that had never eaten anything but shit.
“Uh, yep!” Cin squeaked, looking back at the screen. The redhead amazon smokeshow currently tackling a woman off of a trapeze didn’t really help her situation. “Always loved redheads, you know?”
Again, a sigh. Definitely disappointed. Lina sat up, and there was no world where Cin could convince herself that sliding her sole all the way down her shaft as she did was an accident.
She felt something rise in her. Or wake up, rather. Her hands were moving for Lina’s waist with absolutely zero input of her own.
Lina danced away.
Tease, was the only word part of Cin managed to push through the wall she kept it behind.
“Ight, long enough!” Lina announced. “I guess two Coors is gonna have to be enough pregaming for you, lightweight, because Mommy is getting fucked tonight and she is heading out to figure out whose gonna do it.”
I could do it, Cin thought, and those words were her own.
She shook herself, grinned, and let herself be pulled out the door.
“Fake?”
“Check.”
“Tits?”
Cin pressed her arms together, wiggling the girls suggestively.
“Always.
“Game?”
“We’ll see,” Cin laughed. They in line to get waved in and while normally she’d be worried, Lina insisted this place's entire business model basically relied on underage drinking.
“Don’t worry, I got enough for both of us,” Lina grinned wickedly, “been making college girls commit felonies here since I was 16.”
“Not something to brag about.”
“Isn’t it? Dudes would, and I pull,” Lina said, with precisely zero shame. She pulled her flask out of her jacket pocket, took a swing, grimaced, and shook it at Cin. “Courage?” She asked.
Cin took the flask. A little tipple of Dr.Pepper alway–
“Pfsht!” Cin spat, barely managing to turn away from Lina first. “What the fuck is that!?”
“Dr.Pepper!” Lina said brightly, and took another swig, sucking in an unhappy breath afterwards. “Aaaaaand 151. College baby!!!!”
“That is foul!” Cin gagged.
The bouncer waved them forwards, and, while he technically looked at their ID’s… well, Cin and Lira were the kind of girls you wanted people to see inside your establishment.
Inside, Cin was immediately overwhelmed.
Flashing lights, grooving bodies, and a wall of sound that seemed purpose made to discourage conversation, and encourage movement.
Cin took an involuntary step back, but Lina caught her hand. Cin focused on her, and for a moment, Lina’s smile was her whole world.
“Jesus!” She laughed, yelling, and still hard to hear, “you are so goddamn sheltered!”
She tugged on Cin’s hand, pulling her into the press of bodies.
“Come on!” Cin thought she heard Lina yell, “let’s get some drinks in you! Since you pre-game like a pussy!”
Cin laughed, allowing herself to be towed along, marvelling at the mass of laughing, dancing, living humanity.
Some of them marveled back. A 6’3” stunner being pulled through the club by an obvious lesbian half her size was gonna garner some stares.
Cin smiled dumbly at a pretty brunette that seemed to have mistaken a red bandana for a top. It was a testament to how pretty her caramel eyes were that Cin even noticed them as they shameless scanned her body; the girl’s assets would have been noticeable in a sweatshirt, and in what wasn’t even a shirt?
Yew!
Lina stopped, foolish of her, since Cin was still craning her neck back to stare at the girl, who hadn’t broken eye contact since her eyes finished their tour of Cin’s body.
That meant Cin crushed her into the bar, a little oof! all that remained of whatever opening line Lina had planned to charm the bartender.
That bartender, a stunning asian woman nearly as tall as Cin, and covered more by the sakura tattoos across her upper arms and shoulders than the open-back crop top she wore, smirked down at Lina before giving Cin a once over.
“Lina, just bringing a hot friend doesn’t make you any less banned,” she said, dark eyes locked onto Cin’s as she spoke.
“I’ll help you toss her out, if you get me a Honey Jack ‘n Coke,” Cin said, letting the slow smile she’d practiced in the mirror spread across her lips. Just like the mirror, the beautiful barkeep matched it.
“No need,” she laughed, grabbing a handle and fixing Cin’s drink. She slid it to her, then nodded at Cin’s tits. “Might wanna back up, your little buddy’s turning purple.”
Confused, Cin wondered how the fuck her cock had slipped out.
Then…
“Oh shit! Sorry Lina!” Cin hopped back, and Lina took in a theatrical breath.
“GodDAMN witchya big ass, Cin!” She gasped, glaring playfully back over her shoulder. “If Lu wasn’t such a fucking kitsun–”
“Racist,” Lu, the bartender, said, like she’d said it to Lina a lot.
“-such a fucking fox,” Lina corrected herself with a nod to Lu, “I wouldn’t forgive you. But she is, and I do. Also, Lu, go fuck yourself, if Hank hasn’t paid off the cops for the weekend I’ll eat Cin’s ass, serve me.”
“Doesn’t seem like much of a punishment,” Lu said, just drilling Cin with eye contact. Cin felt Lina move, then realized she was feeling that through her cock. She was bricked tf up and pressing into the small of her back, and with all the people around, that wasn’t changing.
“That said, you’re right, Jonny out front is under specific instructions to wave in anyone in the broad umbrella of ‘smokeshow’ and we all know what that means,” Lu said, placing a drink in front of Lina. Cin noticed she hadn’t actually ordered.
“How fucking much did she come here?” Cin asked, looking from the drink to Lu.
“Enough that we took a hit in revenue when we figured out she was 17,” Lu laughed. “I’d say its weird she has a 21 year old friend, but given her tastes…”
“21? Flattering, but I’m 28. Total cradle robber,” Cin replied.
God it was nice making pretty girls laugh.
“Go on, get her out of here,” Lu laughed shooing them away. “I got other thirsty customers.”
Cin sipped her drink, forcing Lu to break the eye contact first. She liked to think those dark eyes had dragged a little, not wanting to leave her own.
“Jesus Cin come on,” Lina laughed, pushing at Cin’s abs. The big girl relented, turning around. “And I swear to god, if you score with Lu before I do, when I’ve been trying for years I will–”
Cin didn’t hear her finish. From across the bar, Bandana Top had been striking. A foot in front of her, she was gorgeous.
“Hey. That drink for me?”