Kath almost groaned aloud. That was her favourite position for giving. Julie had loved it, absolutely loved it. Kath had taken her that way in nearly every room in Julie’s house—against the bedroom door, across the kitchen table, over the sink in the bathroom. The idea of doing that again, in this room filled with lust and sex and desire, made Kath nearly tremble with need.

As she finished her beer, she sat and watched the room. She wondered about paying a visit to the Red Room—she’d dabbled in a little BDSM over the years—but that wasn’t what she was looking for right now. Unfortunately, without her harness and dildo, she couldn’t have what she really wanted.

She sighed, resigning herself to going back into the Green Room to find another woman to explore with her fingers and tongue. Not that it would be a hardship, but next time she came here—and there would definitely be a next time—she would come better prepared.

As she made to leave, she caught sight of a redhead leaning against the wall nearby. The woman smiled, cockily, and raised a hand to beckon Kath over. Kath ran her gaze down the redhead’s curvaceous body. She wore black jeans tucked into knee-length leather boots and a tight-fitting, long-sleeved top that hugged her ample breasts and the top of her wide hips. She wasn’t skinny by a long shot, but she wore her curves as though she was born to seduce anyone who took her fancy. Kath raised her gaze. This time, the woman’s face featured a quirked eyebrow and a hint of impatience.

The redhead crooked her finger again, and Kath found her legs responding before her brain could question it.

She reached her in a few paces and discovered herself inexplicably tongue-tied when she got there. The woman, older than Kath by some years, oozed a surety and sensuality that completely unsettled Kath, yet her body ached to connect with her.

“Hello,” said the woman, her voice like velvet, sending shivers down Kath’s spine. “My name is Vivian, and I want you to fuck me.”

Kath blinked, shocked at the directness from such a femme. She’d thought Julie could act the seductress when she wanted to, but Vivian could have given her lessons. To PhD level.

“I-I’m sorry,” stammered Kath, embarrassed by her inability to form a sentence. “I don’t actually have my strap-on with me.”

Vivian reached out a finger and laid it over Kath’s lips.

“Not to worry, honey. I brought my own.”

Kath’s eyes widened, and Vivian chuckled throatily.

“Don’t look so shocked.” She leaned forward until her lips were a breath away from Kath’s. “I know what I want, and I make sure I get it. You just get to enjoy the ride. Okay?”