She’d only visited Blue a few times in the past, purely to watch. She had never been on the receiving end, but she had fantasised about it occasionally. Tonight, it was time to make it a reality. She had a specific physical type in mind and took her time searching the room. She didn’t see her ideal woman just yet, but she’d wait. If this place had taught her one thing, it was patience.

She had just finished her second beer when the right one walked in. Not too tall, solid build, leather trousers, and a very tight white tee shirt that stretched over full breasts. Her deeply black skin and strong bone structure hinted at an African heritage, rather than Caribbean. She had cropped hair, and both ears were pierced multiple times from top to lobe. Lou’s cunt tightened.

Yep, this one.

She waited a few moments to make sure the woman was staying in Blue. Hopefully she was packing; the whole effect would be ruined if she expected Lou to deliver. The woman strolled almost arrogantly around the room, checking out what was on offer. Oh yeah, she would do very nicely. Lou grinned in relief as she finally started to slip into the right headspace for what she needed tonight.

Taking a deep breath and mustering every bit of courage she could, Lou slipped off her stool just as the woman walked past her corner of the bar. She turned her gaze in Lou’s direction and stopped to look Lou up and down, slowly, hungrily. Lou’s pulse quickened, and juice leaked from her cunt. She stepped slowly up to the woman and—forcing herself to be bolder than she could usually imagine being—put her hand on the woman’s crotch. She was rewarded with the hardness she’d hoped to find and a sharp intake of breath from her prospective partner.

“Cheeky little bitch,” the woman murmured with a smile.

“I just know what I want, and I don’t want to waste time looking in the wrong place.” Lou’s voice came out strong even though she was a mess of nerves and fear on the inside. If she got this bit right, she’d not have to say much more.

The woman laughed quietly, without malice, and Lou sighed in relief.

“What’s your name?” Her voice was deep and husky.

“Lou.”

Her new partner smiled, her gaze drifting down over Lou’s breasts.

“Chris,” she murmured as she took hold of the front of Lou’s red, silky shirt and led her to a spare space on the wall. Lou let herself tune in to groans and gasps around her, her excitement rising. She was finally, to her huge relief, in the zone, ready to submit to whatever this woman wanted to do to her.