“Oh, I don’t know about that,” replied Kath, also winking. She pulled out slowly, bringing one last hiss of pleasure from Vivian as the dildo left her body. As she removed the harness, Vivian rearranged her clothing. Then Kath passed over the kit to Vivian, who stooped to pick up the bag. With a final smile, Vivian walked away without so much as a backwards glance, but Kath didn’t mind. She felt drained and elated all at the same time. She zipped up her trousers and stumbled over to the central bar. Her legs refused to cooperate fully with her brain’s commands, much to her own amusement. She slouched on one of the stools, gaze unfocused, and closed her eyes as she replayed the last twenty minutes or so in her mind. Somehow, even though Kath hadn’t started as the dominant one, this encounter had been even more fulfilling than the one with the blonde earlier. She’d had to work at this one, prove herself just a little bit, and the satisfaction was all the greater because of it.

Without a doubt, her weekends for the foreseeable future had a new, exciting look to them.

When she felt her legs could actually support her, she stood and stretched. She left the Blue Room, walked back into Green, and stopped for a moment to soak up a bit more of the atmosphere. She didn’t focus on anything in particular beyond just being there.

Then she took a deep breath and made to leave and head home, only to have a cute little thing who’d just walked in catch her eye. The short, tartan skirt showed off a fine set of legs, and the sheer top that covered her upper body left little to the imagination. The woman’s eyes flashed a very definite “go.” She couldn’t, could she? Not three in one night? And then her clit butted into her thoughts. Sure we can, it purred. What are you waiting for?

Chuckling to herself, Kath took a step forward.

* * *

Mandy watched as the butch she’d lusted after earlier departed Green and headed for the locker room. She emerged wrapped in her long leather coat again, and Mandy couldn’t help but ogle as the woman walked towards her. She was taller than Mandy, probably about five nine, and carried her big build with a swagger that made Mandy grin. As she passed, she met Mandy’s gaze and smiled. Mandy returned the smile with a blush and pulled back into her office to hide it, embarrassed beyond measure at showing herself up in front of a customer. The woman left, and Mandy let out a breath. She could almost hear Rebecca’s voice next to her. Oh, so that’s really your type, is it? Big and butch?