Mandy had noticed Laura some time before they’d started dancing. Her bleached-blonde hair, cropped nice and short, smoking hot body, and those vivid green eyes that sparkled under the club lights… She was breathtaking. Mandy hadn’t been able to look away. The heat between them had been instant and intense, and when Laura had bent to Mandy’s ear and offered her a quick fuck with no questions asked, Mandy hadn’t hesitated.

Just as Laura’s fingers started to pop the buttons on Mandy’s faded Levi’s, the outer door opened again. Two women entered, chatting to one another. Laura didn’t pause, and Mandy ignored them in favour of concentrating on Laura’s fingers as they worked their way into her underwear. Laura ran her hand through the wetness of Mandy’s pussy and rammed two fingers straight into her cunt. Letting out a loud groan of satisfaction, Mandy threw her head back. It thumped against the cubicle wall, and she giggled at the sound.

“Yeah, you like that?” asked Laura, her eyes darkening to a deep jade colour.

Mandy panted. “Fuck, yes.”

“Oh shit, are you fucking kidding me?” a woman said, followed by her hitting the partition, making the wall of the cubicle shake. “Hey, fucking carpet munchers, take it someplace else!”

Laura’s fingers stopped mid-thrust, and she and Mandy looked at each other, grinning. Then Laura moved again, and Mandy groaned again.

The woman hit the door, twice.

“I’m fucking serious, lezzas! Get the fuck outta there. Some of us need to piss!” The woman was angry.

Mandy twitched slightly. This might get nasty. Laura stopped moving and met her gaze. Her eyes held the same hint of the doubt Mandy was feeling.

“Jesus, are you serious? Are they fucking in there?” The second woman sounded younger and considerably more amused than the first.

“Yes,” snarled the first woman and followed up with a kick to the door.

“Shit,” murmured Mandy, and Laura nodded slightly. She pulled her fingers out of Mandy, and Mandy did up her fly.

“Sorry,” whispered Laura, shaking her head.

“It’s okay; no point putting ourselves at risk. Sometimes you get away with it, sometimes not.” Mandy shrugged and planted a kiss on Laura’s lips before she shifted to give Laura room to slide the bolt back.

They shimmied around the door in the enclosed space and met the glare of the angry young woman. She was tall, too thin, and wore her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her neck was covered in tattoos, and her face twisted in hate.

“About fucking time. Disgusting cunts.”

“Oi, no need for that!” snarled Laura. “We’re going, all right?”

“Fuck off, lezza bitch.”

“Hey, get over it!” snapped Mandy as she pushed past the woman with Laura right behind her.

“Don’t know why you lot don’t just stay in your own clubs. Stop bringing your fucking queer shit to our places.”