Holly&Leah share some of the with Spike, and party down

They stare at each other for a few seconds, both trying to read the others mind.

Please say yes please say yes please say yes. Holly urges her friend wordlessly.

Does she want to? I really, really want to! Leah parts her lips, trying to read Holly's response before she speaks it.

"Hell yeah!" The two girls reply in unison, they break out into helpless giggling.

Feeling a flush of excitement, Leah looks from her friend to the dealer, Spike. "What exactly did you have in mind?"

"This little beauty." He grins, tapping the vial held by Holly, "Makes you feel really good. And makes you want to make other people feel even better." He takes her hand, placing it on his upper thigh, his other arm squeezing her in by the waist. She notes that he leaves her hand just far enough away from his crotch for her to make her own decision, and cannot resist a mischevious little grin.

"I've not really... done anything like this before..." She murmurs, looking back at Holly.

"I'll teach you." The petite pilot grins.

Spike releases his grip on the girls for a moment, retrieving his data-pad, and using it to summon a privacy screen around the booth. The sound of the club is dimmed somewhat, but still audible, giving them a cosy, sultry atmosphere to enjoy.

Leah inches her fingers closer to Spike's crotch, and finds them brushing against Holly's. She looks up, and the two girls share an excited grin. Spike takes ownership of the vial, and leans back, unscrewing the cap slowly, watching the two girls.

They intertwine their fingers, and rub their hands across the fabric of his trousers, feeling the growing lump between his legs. "Is this how you usually have pretty girls pay for their party ****?" Holly asks with a wink.

"Only the prettiest." He returns the wink, letting out an approving grunt as their palms rub a little harder. "Now, who wants the first taste?"

"That could mean a couple of things." Holly shoots back, letting her lips part, her tongue peeking out. Leah feels a quick pang of jealousy, at how easily Holly keeps up the flirting.

"Me!" She squeaks eagerly, opening her own mouth, and locking eyes with their new friend, waiting.

"Come here blondie." He commands, pulling Holly in with an arm around her waist. "Get that rack out for us."

Leah frowns, self-conciously closing her mouth as she watches Holly eagerly tug down her dress, letting her ample breasts spring free. Leah feels a stirring at the sight of her friends tits, sizeable, perky and round. Carefully, Spike tips the vial, drizzling a little of the **** onto Holly's breasts and between her cleavage. Then, with a commanding hand on the back of Leah's neck - sending urgent prickles down her spine - he eases her forward.

Oh. Leah figures it out, and dips her head, eyes wide and locked onto Holly's, which are full of arousal.

The sensation of nose-diving into Holly's soft, perfect tits, hits her like a truck. As does the ****, as she drags her tongue across her friends boobs. Holly moans, and Spike hums approvingly, and Leah feels a blossoming inside her. Her senses sharpen, but stick focused on the heat of the bodies beside her. A rush in her stomach and loins intensifies the sensation of licking, kissing, sucking at Holly's tits, and all she can think of is sharing that amazing sensation.

She comes up for air.

And immediately presses her lips to Holly's, working her tongue between them as they kiss, sharing the sensation - and the residue of the **** - with the petite pilot