The Ambrosia never took long to kick in. It was one of the first things she took care of when she arrived at the club. It was her own cost of entry, but by the time she strolled through the doors with the fading light of dusk at her back, she was hoping for a fix anyway.

She was not on Ambrosia daily, because what kind of dancer worked all week? It was a perk of the job for her. Three or four nights of good work would keep her funds steady with some play-money in her pocket. She might buy a dose of Ambrosia during the weekdays to tide her over for a night on the town, but Ambrosia was an expensive habit when work was not providing it. Those nights, she had to make due with booze and whatever else she might get her hands on.

Paige felt her whole body relax, followed by her thoughts. It just felt so good to be clouded. A pleasant smile formed on her painted lips and she was ready to prepare for the night.

The changing room behind the main stage was only occupied by a handful of dancers. The floor would not start filling up for another hour or so, giving Sherri the chance to get out there and get a feel for the stage and the pole. She was better acquainted with the pole than she was with most people, but it was never a bad idea to get a quick warm up dance out of the way.

Paige found a spot at the mirror and set her bag down to get to work shedding her street persona and redressing herself as Sherri. Her day clothes were the first things to go, being set aside in a neat pile and topped with her non-work undergarments. Only dancers and management had access to the room, and even if that was not the case, Paige was not exactly shy about her body.

She took a moment to admire her tan complexion in the mirror before she started working to become a vision in pink lace. She had pulled on her bottoms and was working on her stockings and garter belt when she spoke the girl at the station next to her. ”Fridays are such an ego boost. People get their paychecks, and their first priority is to throw them at our t**s. These girls are more important than food to some of them,” she thought aloud, looking down at her bare chest.

Then her eyes traveled over to the woman to the woman she was talking to, realizing who had snagged the spot next to her. ”…Yours might out-prioritize rent.”

Two nights in a row dancing and having to use Lust was taking it's toll. Both nights she'd had to go home frustrated and have and far too long cold showers. Even the morning after she was still a little on edge. Only one more night though, and it was a light one for her at least. Any day she spent mostly on the stage instead of hoping between laps was easy.

Harder work on the body but hell, that was a decent trade off for her if it meant she wasn't dealing with the side effects.

For now she was just relaxing back stage, mostly dressed in her black silk outfit and just kind of zoning out before practice started. Felt good to leave the bra till later though, the poor girls needed to breathe for a bit before being trapped in their soft prison. Not that they'd be trapped long but it was the principle of the matter after all.

Cracking an eye open at the familiar voice, she couldn't help but grin at the comment. She did have a very nice pair after all. "Oh please sweetie, with those piercings you more than make up for it. Hardly a person out there can resist the sight of them." Or a person backstage, honestly. Sure they were more often in a state of undress around each other but she was one to enjoy a view if she could.

"At least they pay for my rent. Anything on top of that is just a bonus." They did pay for significant;y more than that but talking about how much she earned was still too foreign a concept to her.

Ooooo, the buzz from Paige was really starting to kick in, God that helped take the edge off, calmed her down a little. "You have no clue how glad I am you're in tonight, been using so much I can't calm down."

Sliding up in her chair, she might as well get the last little bits of dark makeup done before she was going through her routine. Sure she liked to respond to a room but having something to build on was her style, going in blind just didn't feel right.

Some clubs in the city allowed girls to pay a small stage fee to work, but the Pearl Lounge only allowed dancers they employed outright. The standards for entry were high. The girls had to be skilled dancers, sociable conversationalists, and mutants. Paige filled two of the three requirements, but the owner of the establishment surprised her by keeping her on. It would have been a kind gesture if the condition of her employment hinged on her addiction to a dangerous drug that was literally killing her.

Still, she had gone from being a freelance dancer to a true regular with a home club, which meant Paige was well acquainted with the other girls working alongside her. (Sometimes closely alongside her.) Of her coworkers, Skye was always a treat to work around. At a glance, it was clear the woman was hot as all hell, with the kind of chest that gave Paige palpitations. Working in such a shallow industry, looks were always going to be noticed first and foremost.

Past her “Page Three” looks, Skye was a joy to work with, and one of the girls she did her best to drag out for a night of partying when possible. Outside of work she was so genuine, which was refreshing. On and off the job, she was a master flirt, which Paige also found to be a fun recreational activity. Their friendship was comprised of plenty of compliments and teasing.

Which was not to say the had not slept together yet. On the contrary, with Skye’s mutation, she had a habit of getting… riled up. When that happened, she needed an outlet to expend “her lust,” and there were a few girls on the staff willing to oblige. Paige was decidedly a member of that camp, because she had never been one to turn down sex with a bombshell.

Luckily, things never got awkward because they were not an “office romance.” Sex was sex, and Paige was good at separating the physical and emotional. Having a friend with occasional benefits suited her lifestyle far better than a love interest because it meant less commitment and less vulnerability.

At the compliment, Paige cupped her prized attributes, feeling the cool metal on her palms. ”I like to think I’m pulling off ‘girl next door with a secret wild side.’ It’s not an easy archetype, but I’m just that good,” she joked, releasing the girls to grab her makeup kit from the counter.

In the corner of her vision, Paige saw her friend’s body relax. She was getting better at noticing the small signs that suggested her power was taking effect. It was satisfying, and if Skye was fine working with a small, artificial buzz, Paige was happy to be her fix.

”I’m more than good with giving you a shot of Sherri to relax you before you head out there,” she assured Skye, giving her friend’s bottom a small squeeze. Of course, the intoxicating effects would not fix Skye’s overarching program if she was going to be putting out pheromones all night. She was not actively using her power, (because Paige was not trying to mount her yet,) but the work night was only beginning. ”I don’t know how you survive it sometimes. If I was running on Lust all night, I’d worry I might just pull some guy into a back room halfway through the shift.”

As she fixed up her blush, Paige looked at Skye’s reflection in a mirror. Was she going to need some help once work ended? Paige was not lacking in potential partners, but there was an undeniable difference when Skye’s powers were in play. She tucked the thought away, thinking it might be useful later on…

With how she was feeling, watching the woman casually grope herself was a little more than she could take, instead turning back to focus on her own reflection and contemplated the look she was going to use for the night. "Your wild sides not so secret around her love, how many of the girls have you conquered now?" It had to be most of them by now, not many could say no to someone with Paige's looks.

Granted Skye was happily in the group that could claim a more intimate knowledge of the woman who was thankfully more than eager when she needed to vent some built up tension and frankly, one of the most fun to hang out with after. There were many reasons she was one of the first who came to mind for those activities and why Skye counted her as one of her best friends, both in and out of the club.

Also, those legs. They were just......magnificent.

Slapping the hand away playfully, "I'll hold you to that, but don't get me all hot and bothered before I even get started. I may not even last the night if you keep it up." Although she would never complain if she did want to give another squeeze. It had felt pretty nice and she had a feeling she'd let out a little dose to go with it by accident.

"Ugh trust me it crossed my mind more than once. I've even had to stop myself asking the boss to let me join the girls in the bathhouse to entertain some guests or taking one of the newbies to a room and really showing her my reputation." Hardest shift of her life that one, and the poor girl she'd dragged home had ended up getting a nasty big dose of her power for her trouble. She still got the occasional phone call when the woman was in town looking to meet up. Apparently it had been a life changing event for her and Skye couldn't blame her for that, more than one partner had said how great the Lust made certain activities.

And now she couldn't help but keep thinking about them. Damn Paige and her studs placed all over and her legs legs and......OK makeup, do that. Don't get too excited or the poor viewers will be getting the full whack of a dose from the minute she started. And then where would she be? Worse off than right now for certain.

"Oh are you free tomorrow by the way? I was planning on doing a little shopping in town and it way more fun with company." Anytime they hung out was usually guaranteed to be a good laugh, something about her just clicked with Skye and they usually managed to get plenty of freebies out of the bargain as well.

Finishing of the makeup and making sure nothing was a miss in the mirror, she regretfully looked over at the bra she'd been pointedly ignoring. If she could have gotten away without wearing one for the rest of her life, she would happily trade in the weird looks and veiled comments. Especially in the summer. Oh god, the summer. The lounge was climate controlled and kept at a perfect temperature for the girls and patrons but the walk from her apartment to the place had been awful.

Now she was just putting it off though, might as well get it over with and get started on her warm up. The sooner the night started, the sooner it was over and she could head home and enjoy her day off.

Pulling on the silky garment and struggling to get the clasp done on the back, she gave Paige a pleading look at her. "Do you mind giving me a hand? I always have trouble with these silk numbers."

The backroom was Paige’s favorite area in the Pearl Lounge. The stage was gorgeous, the poles were immaculate, and the private rooms were… well, perfectly suited for private, intimate dancing. The whole place was top notch, but it was the atmosphere created by the girls in the changing room that made it notable. As a staff of permanent dancers, they knew each other enough to enjoy conversation and keep things fun when they were not out dancing. It could get exhausting working and exuding sex for hours on end, so it was refreshing to have moments of reprieve with the girls away from the eyes of the public.

Paige was applying eye liner when Skye made a little jab at her “wild side” and the way it led her into bed with many of the queer dancers she worked with. ”Now, now, I don’t like to think of you girls as conquests. I’m not a conqueror. I’m just a sharer,” she explained with an over-the-top wave of her hand. ”I just happen to have a lot to share.”

Returning to her makeup, she spoke to Skye while carefully watching her reflection. Makeup perfection was a hallmark of her service, regardless of the wear and tear it might incur through the night. ”Not that you’re one to talk, considering all the girls you’ve Lusted on.” It was not exactly a fair comparison; Skye hooked up with her coworkers because she needed to, while Paige did it because… well, she liked it.

It was after the application of eyeliner that Paige inflicted the butt grab that had an obvious effect on Skye. She should have realized that would happen, given how she was talking about being unable to “calm down.” Yes, Skye was definitely fast approaching her sexual breaking point. ”If you didn’t have an a** like that, you wouldn’t be at such high risk of me grabbing you,” she answered in faux-defiance. ”And of course you’d let a newbie have all the fun.” So maybe that comment sounded like it came from a spoiled child who had to share her toys.

Paige was joking and Skye knew it, of course. She was not the jealous type; they were just friends with occasional benefits. Paige had plenty of turns with Skye; it was only fair to give others a chance to see what all the hype was about. Things could get… intense with Skye, and not everyone could handle it, but it was still worth experiencing at least once.

An even coat of pink eyeshadow was freshly finished when Paige received an invitation to go shopping alongside a request to help Skye holster her girls in a silky bra. Sighing, she adjusted herself so she was behind her friend. ”I guess, though they seem so sad when they’re not free.” All boobs were, really. Then again, it was hard to argue with the way Skye pulled off lingerie.

Paige was carefully clasping the hooks behind Skye as she mulled over the invitation. ”Hmm… I actually… am free!” she finally confirmed after triple-checking her schedule mentally. ”Anything you were thinking about in particular?”

The plans sounded like fun, though one more thought did occur to Paige: Ambrosia. If she was going to be seeing Skye outside of work, she had to make sure she had a fix or could get her hands on one. Paige was unsure if Skye or the other girls would judge her for being a human, but she was not ready to find out.

Snorting, she did certainly have a lot of hidden charms she made good use of in the bedroom and Skye had to admit, of all the women backstage she was the most fun to spend a little quality time after a shift with. Cut down on the need to buy drinks as well. "I'm fairly sure your getting an even bigger rep around this area than I am and frankly girl, that's impressive."

"I didn't hear you complain last time, in fact I distinctly remember you being very amenable to situation." It was never a casual romp with her, for better or worse it always got emotional charged but what could you do when you produced an all natural aphrodisiac and control was an issue when emotions were running high. Sometimes Skye was genuinely surprised some women came back for round two, not that she was complaining. Regular help with her problems was an awesome perk of the job.

Paige was certainly a tease but anymore and she was risking being jumped and giving the other dancers a show they wouldn't forget. "It is pretty damn great isn't it," giving it a little wiggle as she sat up straight, "it doesn't have to be a newbie that gets all the fun though, I'm sure I could squeeze in a friend if she really wanted some fun." At this point, Paige only had to ask and she was up for it. She'd proven good enough in the bed room, and adept enough at dealing with the after effect that she was a welcome companion any time.

Now if only the devil could stop getting her motor running before a show she'd be ever so grateful, even if those nights she got the biggest tips of her career. And probably the most frustrating. Paige had paid for that, although she probably saw it as a reward given the circumstances.

"I know right? Breasts like these should be shared with he world but apparently that's agaisnt the law. Something about public nudity." Some laws were annoying, some were just down right stupid. There was not a guy on earth she knew of that would be upset seeing a nice pair free and clear going down the street, especially if they had a pair like Paiges going with them. "Don't worry though, it won't be long until they get to escape. Just don't get too lost in them you fall off the pole."

That had only happened once to some poor girl on her first day and she swore down it wasn't Skye's fault but it had been so funny. There was still the occasional warning to anyone starting to be careful of the killer boobs.

"Well, I've managed to put a hole in two pairs of stockings in a row, I need a new pair of comfy town shoes and there's this gorgeous underbust corset at Bethany's Mystery I have been dying to try on." Skye generally went for underbust simply because it was easier to get a hold of than a full corset big enough for the twins. Being bigger than normal wasn't all fun and games, as her back would attest.

With her latest win in a small stakes poker game she had a little money to burn so she was wanting to splash out on some nice things, "Plus we could stop in one of those adorable little bistros on the riverside for lunch, my treat." If there was a ever a good time to be giving out free meals it was after a win like that. With how good her luck had been she was genuinely consider taking some of her winnings and going for a large stakes tournament.

There was so much to enjoy about Skye, up to and including the little wiggle of her body as she adjusted herself. She had a point; they both had their reputations. That was fine by Paige. Her life might have been devoid of emotional intimacy, but she let the physical intimacy and love flow freely. She wanted to live as much life as she could fit into any given night, and for her, sex was just one of the best parts of life. If her “reputation” allowed other girls to be less shy around her, why fight it?

She never had to worry about shyness from Skye, of course. The offer was now on the table for a post-work entanglement, and Paige could think of few better ways to spend her night than in bed with Skye. (A table would be a great place, too, she mused to herself.) ”I mean, if a newbie would like to get involved, far be it for me to be selfish,” she thought aloud, winking as she added, ”As I said before: I’m a sharer.” And there was a whole lot of Skye to share.

As Paige donned her own pink brassiere, Skye listed off some of the priorities on her shopping wishlist. The girl was a known gambler, so her sudden need to spend was likely coming off the backend of a big win. It was a dangerous endeavor to go gambling with Skye, because she hit the tables hard, and Paige was prone to following her friends headfirst into trouble without Ambrosia. On the stuff, she could risk putting her rent money on the line without much thought.

Thankfully, shopping was a safer prospect. The list was mostly tame, with one notable exception: the corset. She probably did want it anyway, but Paige wondered if she was using it as a hook to get her attention. If so, it was a smart choice.

The notion of lunch at a bistro was pleasant, but it felt outside of Paige’s skillset. Shopping was shallow, easy fun. Partying was sleazy, slutty, easy fun. Lunch was something normal friends did, and Paige’s life was conspicuously absent when it came to those. The notion fell outside of her comfort zone where she could keep everyone in her life at an arm’s length.

But it was Skye. If she did have a closest friend, the busty woman with the dyed blue hair was it. She wanted to spend time with Paige, and declining lunch could prove difficult. Skye could be… well, very persuasive. And it was just one lunch. Where was the harm in a free meal with her friend?

She took a moment to mull it over, but eventually ended the suspense. ”Hmm… okay, okay. Honestly, you had me at ‘underbust corset.’ I was a goner.”

Paige teased her hair to give some more volume to the waves. ”If we’re going shopping, I’m going to have to really go all out on the stage. Maybe we can double up at some point,” she suggested playfully before turning her mischievous gaze back to Skye. ”That is… if you could handle it.” Her fingers trailed from her hair down her neck and continued lower til they found a comfortable resting place. She did have to be careful at some point, though; Paige was not sure what kind of reprimand they would receive if they actually just had sex on stage.

But the tips, though…

"I'll hold you to that. You got me going, you get to deal with the consequences tonight." 'Consequences' was one thing to call it. Skye had the distinct impression Paige had a very different thought about the whole process and who was she to stop her wanting a little action. She wasn't exactly shy about going for some when she felt like it, power or no power. "But who's to say it'd just be one extra guest? I know at least two girls who've been itching for round two and I bet they wouldn't complain if they could 'share' you as well."

Damnit, now it was all she could picture and it was too nice an image to just go away on it's own. Hold out for just a few hours girl, and you could have fun all night if need be. God she felt sorry for the other dancers tonight, she was in charged mode and would be extra flirty and way more likely to got for random squeezes if a night bottom was presented to her.

With the offer for a meal given Paige seemed to hesitate a little, not that she could blame her. Sometimes it chafed to think you owed someone and it was hard to accept random generosity but she was just wanting to treat a friend that was always there when she needed help with a certain problem. And she was fun to hang with, equal parts flirting and jokes it was a guaranteed good day when they were on the town,

Giving a little devilish grin of her own, getting a little own back was a good feeling, "Thought it might and don't worry, I'd be happy to model it for you," adding a wink to the mix for added teasing, "but no fooling around in changing rooms. I already can't go back to some shops thanks to that and I like that branch a lot. They have all my measurements." No way she was losing the power to shop there, finding another lingerie shop was a massive pain. And the people who worked there were so sweet and understanding when it came to finding stuff in her size.

That was a good point, opening up the wall halfway through the night for a paired performance would bring in a decent amount of extra tip money and management gave them certain leeway to decide if they wanted to do one. Occasionally they had to, due to what the programme demanded but it wasn't often they were required to. The dancers all had a decent working relationship so strutting about on one big stage together was never too much of an ask.

Except for Skye on night like tonight, with her control already teetering it could end badly. Or too well.

Still, they were both professionals, they might tease each other but she was sure Paige wouldn't push it too far while they were working. Hopefully. "Sounds like a good idea and I should be fine, just be careful when you get up close. I shouldn't need to use much tonight but best to be careful I don't give you a full whack by accident."

As worried as she was over her Lust, it was still pretty damn exciting, They fed off each other on a double stage and the tips just rained down with them both up and showing the crowd what they could really do. Raked in a damn good amount of money for a nights work too. Hard to argue with the cold hard cash they made, while they got to have enjoy themselves. It hadn't been her first choice of careers but she did love doing it. Where else could she show off her assets ad get paid for doing it?

"You want me to tell the crew or are you cool with doing it?" She could do with another couple of minutes to cool off if she was being honest. Paige knew exactly how to push her buttons, which was great in the bedroom but at work it did present challenges.

Paige’s night was sounding more and more promising. A nice of dancing followed by a healthy service of Skye with a side of two potential new girls? She could be forgiven for thinking it was her birthday and no one reminded her. She had all she really wanted: fun without complications and no one holding her accountable for her actions. She was free. Well, less free considering she was under contract with one club, likely for the rest of her dancing career, but she was leveraging a small amount of freedom for the ability to find a true release. From the Ambrosia. Well, and Skye.

Yeah, the deal had redeeming qualities.

Beyond her night, the shopping trip with Skye was sounding appealing. The girl could work a corset, so a private fashion show was an attractive perk, even with the restrictions. ”As much of a challenge as it’ll be keeping my hands off of you, I agree to your terms. I would never ruin our reputations with Bethany’s.” In their line of work, knowing a good lingerie store was crucial. Bethany’s Mystery had kind staff and a variety of enticing looks available. ”Once we leave those doors though, you are fair game. You’ve been warned.”

Of course, before they could get to the next day, or even their nighttime activities, they had a work shift to get through. Skye was on board with the idea of sharing a stage, but she realized how careful they would have to be with a plan like that. Natural sexual chemistry was fun to play with on stage, but with their powers affecting one another, it could escalate too quickly to be kept in check. They had to maintain a balance, which was easier on some nights more than others. Still, it was a guaranteed way to make money hand over fist, and there way to make money more fun than being over all over Skye. Exhibitionism was a common turn-on for some career dancers, as some might guess.

”I was going to go out there and get a warmup dance in anyway. I can tell them.” Skye probably needed to cool down anyway. It would take a minute or two.

Then again, she had a good ten or fifteen minutes before they would be expected out there, right? Paige could not help but leave with one parting shot for Skye to deal with. She leaned down to Skye, who was finishing up her preparations for the evening. She found a spot of exposed skin on Skye’s neck and left a careful, deliberate kiss. When she pulled away, the faintest mark of pink lipstick was left behind that Skye could clean off before she went onto the floor. ”One for luck,” she whispered close to Skye’s ear.

And with her mischief managed, she sauntered her way out toward the dance floor, letting her hips sway as she walked away from her friend.

Which was kind of the plan, giving Paige a peek, especially when she couldn't get a touch would drive her crazy. The perfect little bit of revenge for continuing to mess with her in her time of distress. Plus she was never one to say no when her friend was in the mood for some fun. "I'm sure the workers there will appreciate your restraint but I better get you into something cute too. Can't just be you having all the viewing pleasure." Bethany's was the kind of shop with something for everyone, of course she could find something to compliment those long legs her friend was sporting.

The more she imagined the shopping trip the more she felt sorry for the workers there. The poor dears would be getting personal fashion shops from a pair of girls with plenty to show. Skye wouldn't be surprised if they stopped some hearts dead. "Bring it dear, we'll see who comes out on top."

Well, Paige was going to get all that sorted out for her, she could sit for a few minutes before going out for the warm up. Plenty of time for a little winding down maybe even a nice cold drink to cool her off and with her friend not around she might actually accomplish it. So the tall witch woman brought her A game, leaving a faint mark of her lips agaisnt the poor Brits neck and turning up all her dials to eleven. Yep, no way she was calming down now, she could already feel the warm blood creeping up her the back of her neck and across her cheeks.

"Luck indeed, I'll get you for that Booksie." Oh God she was even adding an eye catching little sway to her hips as she went, how could Skye not help but stare after her?

Sighing, grabbing a bottle of water from one of the coolers and downing it, she would just have to exercise a more than normal amount of self control. Not her strongest point granted, she was very much a creature of indulging in her desires. Well, this would probably go down as her new hardest shift and it was all that damn Bookman's fault. Oh she would get it later tonight.

Sleep was not going to come easily for them both.

Spending a few more minutes fidgeting and attempting to lower the rate her heart was pounding, this was going to be tough but if she pulled this off, not only did she have a fun night to look forward too, it would likely be one of the biggest takes of her nights.

Idly wiping away the lipstick that had been left on her skin, she took one last look in the mirror, readjusted her bra before slowly standing and stretching out her limbs. Only a few hours to survive through and once she was on stage, time would fly, for one reason or another.

Work was fun. Very fun. It was also lucrative, with big bills being collected from the stage, her bra, her panties, garter belt, and the hands of willing, hormone-addled customers. If there was a place for money to cross her path, she found money there. Some people looked down on dancers. Those people might be unaware of exactly how much revenue a good dancer at a good club could come home with.

Of course, money was not the only reason Sherri had a good night. The entire evening, she made it a point to cross paths with Cheshire. When she would walk by a table where her friend was chatting up potential customers, she would draw her fingertips across Skye’s skin. When they shared the stage (to rave reviews,) there was plenty of contact between them. Sherri knew that, when the night was over and they became Paige and Skye again, she would have successfully spent the entire night slowly ramping her friend up. It was a delicate balance because, once again, having Skye pounce her bones on the floor could lead to trouble.

At the end of the night, the girls gathered together around the manager. It was a typical nightly event where they would get praise for another successful night, along with any announcements or cautionary comments about arguments between girls or issues with problematic patrons. There was also a competitive aspect where the manager would announce the “top girl” of the night based on the tips they raked in. (Cheshire won out, but Sherri was not far behind, which was a testament to their teamwork.) All in all, it was very much like a typical staff meeting with less clothing.

Paige and Skye were clearly only half paying attention to the meeting, focusing instead on staring at each other from across the huddle. Skye’s power had Paige riled up after a night of teasing, so she could only imagine the condition of her friend.

When the group disbanded, Paige walked over to Skye and smirked. ”Congratulations to the vivacious victor! Any idea what prize you’ll claim?” she asked, biting her lip expectantly.

Longest. Shift. Ever. Controlling the dose she was giving out as she prowled around the floor was hard enough without the other girls doing the usual light touches and close hugs they often used to entice patrons out of money. Worse every time she was getting a little clearer headed Sherri came along to force her thoughts right back to a less than professional area. That girl must have really wanted it to be a long night because at this rate, sleep was not going to happen. At all.

Gaining more than her fair share of bills that night, a few finding themselves trapped with in her girls, it all totaled up as a very profitable night. Shame she barely registered her position as top earner from the manager, or the other girls standing around her, she only had eyes for her pretty tormentor of the evening. She'd wanted Cheshire, wanted the dosed up demon she could be after a hard nights work and the signs were pretty obvious she was firmly in that mindset. Some of their coworkers had more than knowing grins and the two who'd been hoping for another go were clearly disappointed, knowing they'd have to wait their turn. Event the manager could barely repressed the smile breaking out.

Prize? Oh she knew what was hers, pulling the taller woman's head down for a kissing, with a nice little dose of Lust to add to the fun. Lingering just a little longer than she should have, Skye finally broke the contact but not before giving her friends backside and firm squeeze. "You know exactly what I want Booksie. You're mine, no sharing, no one else." Tonight the woman was all hers.

"Get dressed and get us a cab quick or I might not be able to hold out." Trailing one last Lust filled hand down her arm, she turned quickly and swayed back to the changing rooms, hastily pulling on a shirt and some jeans. Damn woman with her teasing and touching. If they made it back to hers in one piece it was going to be a miracle.

Gather up her things and stuffing them carelessly into her bag, she could only manage a quick check for any forgotten items before she was driven towards the outside. It was just too hot inside, the half naked girls getting changed into street clothes did not help matters and her friends took no time in giving her a good show, knowing exactly the state she was in.

"Paige, we good to go because I'm about ready to explode thanks to you!" The ride over was going to be the longest ten minutes of her life.

There was something refreshing about working in a club. Everyone was so open and uninhibited, so it was rare to find anyone who was ready to be super judgmental. There was not a woman there who had not seen all there was to see of the other women there. Everyone had their needs and everyone had their kinks. Most of the girls were probably exhibitionists, and a decent amount were probably voyeurs. The whole staff had a very, “live your life, do no harm, do you,” mentality that made it a fun place to work.

With that mentality, no one was surprised or uncomfortable with the palpable sexual tension between two of their coworkers. It was a story they were all too familiar with and had no interest in interrupting. It would not have been surprising to know one or two were not watching to see if Skye just pinned Paige to the nearest wall. With the way the blonde was teasing her blue-haired friend, it would have been hard to blame her.

While Paige was not pushed into a wall, she was quickly descended upon for a kiss. She felt the rush of endorphins and adrenaline that came from a shot of Skye’s powers and a moan hummed in her throat. Evidently Paige had made quite the impression, because the idea of sharing was no longer on the table.

It would have been fun to get dressed slowly and prolong Skye’s torture, but the powers of Lust brought her down to Skye’s level. She did her best to put on a little show, but it was a quick one. She hastily tossed on her street clothes as other girls watched and giggled. They knew a hot and bothered woman when they saw one.

Skye had one thing right: they needed to go. Too many needs were boiling in her body. Paige grabbed Skye’s hand and nodded, ”Then let’s go.” The two women hurried out of the club and hailed a taxi.

They could not wait for the ride to be over, and the cabbie snuck peaks of clothes unbuttoning and lifting up or being pulled down. Every kiss and every touch ramped them up further. They stumbled out of the car and up to Skye’s place, barely closing the door before things started to escalate.

FTB

Wow.

Woooooow.

Why were there other words in the English language when that was the one that mattered? Paige was finally starting to catch her breath. She was glistening with sweat from head to toe and every inch of her felt thoroughly satisfied.

She survived another night with Skye. Through her panting, she managed to squeak out, "Oh... my god... Skye, one day you're going to actually kill me. This is how I go. Death by insanely amazing sex." She could live with that.

Finally, finally she could think a little clearly after days of being so bottled up an frustrated it was ridiculous. She really needed more stress relief sessions over the week but frankly, she wasn't sure her power could handle the extra usage. Or the girls. Too much of a good thing could always bite her when it came to the women she worked with. Speaking of.

"How I plan to go out sweetie and I couldn't imagine a woman more capable of getting me there than you." Her words were just a little out of breath, OK a lot out of breathe, but it was the good way. The kind after something very enjoyable, "Just give me a heads up if that's your plan, can't be having you conking out on me yet. Who else would take advantage of little ol' me then?"

A shower was probably a very good idea before sleep, but frankly she didn't think her legs would work right now and even if she made it, Paige would probably slip in with her and they'd be back where they started. Because of course the woman wouldn't be able to hold herself back from the idea of teasing a tired Skye in such an environment. She might do anything for her friend, but that didn't mean she trusted her when it came to things like that.

Rolling over from her back and looking her friend up and down, "You know, I don't know if I should be thanking you or being annoyed with how bad you got me at work." Both, to be honest. The pair had no strings fun and frankly, afterwords she was pretty glad of the experience, no matter how it had started. "But I swear, make it that hard again and I'm inviting every dancer back here but you. And we'll have so much fun dear, all without the guest of honour." Let her stew on that. Not being included in that would drive her crazy.

"I bet you're not going anywhere tonight though, you want anything to eat before we sleep? Maybe some snacks?" Being in Paige's aura always made her hungry, worse it made her want a proper kebab and they just didn't do them that well over in the U.S. Well, they weren't that good back home either but they had that right level of meatiness and oil.

OK, yeah it might be best for her to just curl up and sleep. "On second thought, eating with you around will just make the morning even rougher. Hang on, I'll grab some glasses of water for the morning. And some headache tablets." Hangovers without drinking. What a world.

Slipping out of bed, not bother to get dressed, she retrieved the glasses, filled them up and put them on the bedside cabinet, all the while give the happy woman in her bed a little show of swishing hips. She deserved some reward after all.

Skye was clearly a happy camper, having finally satisfied her dire craving for a release to balance out her Lust levels. They were a great pair when it came to compatibility, and they were both still high on the pleasant aftereffects of an intense romp through the sheets. She was on board with Paige’s “death by sex” theory, but she wanted to keep Paige around a little longer, because really, who else would give her that? (Well, plenty of people, but certainly no one as good.) ”Someone disappointing, probably. It’s a wonder why you bother with other girls,” she joked It was not an attempt to be possessive as much as it was a moment to stroke her own ego.

Of course, Skye had to take her down a peg in response, threatening to have the orgy of a lifetime in her absence. Paige’s expression was that of a wounded woman, betrayed by her friend. ”You would never! You’d always remember that night as nearly perfect without me.” Yep, her spirits were too high to be torn down.

What did make Paige flinch was Skye’s suggestion seemingly implying Paige would be staying for the night. The thought tossed around in her head while Skye talked about snacks. She was physically drained of energy; walking to the elevator would be enough to use most of her remaining effort. Skye had a comfortable bed and more comfortable body, so it was tempting, particularly when she watched her friend saunter away with the sashay of her hips. Tempting indeed.

But then Paige’s defense mechanisms kicked in. If her Ambrosia boost lasted through the night, Skye could end up extremely sick in the morning. If it petered out, Skye could put two and two together to realize she was just a drug-boosted human parading as a mutant. And even without those reasons… sleeping over was a sexual act. It was affectionate and cute and the kind of thing girlfriends did. They had plans the next day as well, so Paige would transition from a night together into a day together. Definitely not a booty call standard and pushing the limits of acceptable friends-with-benefits behavior.

Sleeping next to Skye did sound pleasant, but there was too much implied by a night together for Paige to feel comfortable.

By the time Skye returned to the room, Paige had already slipped on her panties and was working the buttons on her shirt. ”Oh, hey, I’m really sorry, but I think I’m going to head home. I have some errands to get done in the morning before our shopping date.” It was a weak excuse, but easier than the truth. At least she could flirt and distract from how unimpressive her reason for bailing was. ”If I stay here, I’ll wake up next to you, and there’s no force on earth that’ll get me out of this bed and to my appointments.”