Mandy nodded, unable to speak. The circles Cheryl rubbed with her fingertips over her clit made her lose all train of thought. Then Cheryl pushed Mandy’s jeans down enough so that she could manoeuvre her other hand into the back of Mandy’s knickers and then push two—or was it three?—fingers deep into Mandy’s cunt from behind. Mandy gasped. Who cared how many fingers it was? It felt unbelievably good, and Mandy’s orgasm built rapidly.

Cheryl increased the pressure of her fingers on her clit just slightly, and that was enough. The climax slammed into Mandy from every which way, and she threw her head back and let out a long, shuddering groan of pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” she breathed, slumping forward against the wall, bracing herself there with her forearms. “Oh, Jesus…”

Cheryl giggled in her ear. “Was that good, baby?” she crooned.

Mandy nodded and turned her head slightly to meet Cheryl’s gaze.

“Yep, that was definitely good,” she replied, smiling, chest heaving. Cheryl bent forward and gave her a little peck of a kiss.

“Cool. Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

And with that, she pulled her fingers out of Mandy and turned and walked away, licking her fingers as she went.

Mandy stared after her, a little stunned at the abrupt departure, and then shrugged. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t done that herself a number of times before. She turned, leaned back against the wall, and pulled up her jeans. As she caught her breath, she tucked in her shirt and zipped up. She let her gaze roam around the room.

This was exactly the sort of place she’d been looking for. None of the women in here looked remotely embarrassed about what they were up to. And on the other side of the wall, the main room carried on dancing and drinking.

She smiled wistfully. If only somewhere like this existed back home. Well, if she got her way, one day it would. She took a few more minutes to relax and observe, making note of everything that contributed to the atmosphere—both good and bad—and then strolled back to the main room. It was early, and she was nowhere near ready to head back to her hotel. She hit the dance floor and lost herself in the music.

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

Manchester, present day

Cassie jumped off the bus and dug her gloves from her pocket. Late October, and the chill was setting in earlier each evening. The clocks would go back tomorrow, and she dreaded it. Bang would go most of her afternoon light—the light she painted best by. She glanced at her watch as she pulled on her gloves. Eight fifteen, plenty of time. The club opened at nine, but Mandy liked them all there by eight thirty to set up.