The night had started out so slowly. Her friend Stacey hadn’t shown up, which had put a damper on the start of the evening. Mandy was perfectly happy to spend a night alone in a club, and had frequently done so, but she’d been looking forward to hooking up with Stacey. They hadn’t seen each other in a couple of weeks and had a lot of catching up to do. No doubt a woman was the reason for Stacey’s absence; it usually was.

So, Stacey had ditched her tonight, and Mandy had two choices—go home or make the most of it. She chose the latter, and Suzy’s soft breasts in her hands vindicated that choice. She needed this—it had been a long week at work. She’d been in Melbourne for six months now and had landed a job in a friend’s club. Despite her protestations that she knew nothing about running a bar, he’d waved her off.

“Look, love, I’ll give you a month to try it—if you don’t like it, no hard feelings, and if you’re shit, you’re out, simple as that.”

She’d started the following week and never looked back. She was a natural—having spent so many nights in clubs herself, she’d become adept at reading the crowd, picking up on the atmosphere, and understanding what the punters wanted. Mandy had found her new niche and was working flat out to build her reputation within it.

For now, as Suzy responded eagerly to the touch of her hands, all thoughts of her long, tiring week were fading into the recesses of her brain. Time to up the ante. Mandy reached down to the zip of Suzy’s pants and started slowly undoing it. Suzy’s hand shot down and stopped her in her tracks.

“No, wait,” panted Suzy against Mandy’s mouth.

“Something wrong?” asked Mandy in her most seductive tone.

There was a slight hesitation, and then Suzy pulled her mouth away and looked at Mandy.

“I’m just not… That’s not what I do, not with someone I’ve only just met.” Suzy’s soft Aussie twang trembled with a clear mix of desire and nerves. “I don’t mind a bit of a pash and a grope, but…well, I’d rather get to know you a bit more before…you know.”

Oh shit. There was a determination behind Suzy’s words that told Mandy all she needed to know. She had definitely read this one wrong.

“Oh, right.” There really wasn’t a lot else she could say to that. Suzy’s entire demeanour made it clear there was no point in going down the teasing, coaxing route, as she’d sometimes done in the past. And Mandy wasn’t the sort of woman who needed—or wanted—to force an issue.