CHAPTER 6

Los Angeles, 2001

“Hey, I fucking love your accent!”

Mandy grinned. These American women lapped up her British accent, and Mandy had been working it ever since she got to the States. Nearing the end of week two of her celebratory tour—it wasn’t every year one turned forty—and it looked as though she was about to get her fifth lay since she’d first landed on US soil. Not too bad, if she said so herself. Two in New York, two in San Francisco, and now, if all went well, her first in LA. And it was only her first night in this enormous city.

She smiled at the woman and continued their conversation.

“So, this place seems popular—you been here a lot?” The professional in Mandy couldn’t help but be interested in the details of every club she visited.

The woman nodded as she sipped her mojito. “Yep, I’m in here nearly every week! It just rocks. And it has the hottest women too.” She winked at Mandy.

Mandy laughed. She loved the easy flirtation thing they had going on.

“So,” continued the woman, putting her drink down on the table beside them, “my name’s Cheryl. Do you wanna dance?”

“I’d love to.” Mandy leaned in to whisper the words in Cheryl’s ear. She was blonde, curvy, and very cute, and Mandy was already responding to the thought of having her hands on that body. Cheryl grabbed her hand, led her to the small dance floor, and pushed her body into Mandy’s. She started a slow grind to the beat.

Mandy sank into the embrace and the dance, letting her hands roam freely over Cheryl’s hips. Occasionally, she cupped her ass to draw her nearer, only to push her away slightly in order to run her hands up Cheryl’s sides and graze the outsides of Cheryl’s breasts with her thumbs.

Cheryl laughed, clearly loving the attention, and after only two songs, Cheryl bent forward and kissed her. She darted her tongue seductively into Mandy’s mouth and out again. The tease set off a throbbing in Mandy’s clit that matched the thump of the music. She grabbed a handful of Cheryl’s shoulder-length hair and deepened their kiss.

When they pulled apart, panting, Cheryl nodded towards the darker area at the back of the room.

“Wanna get a little more comfortable?” she asked, leaning forward and breathing the question into Mandy’s ear.

Delighted to have someone else take the lead, Mandy simply nodded and held out her hand to Cheryl. Cheryl grinned, grasped Mandy’s wrist, and tugged her on a weaving path through the other dancers towards the back.