Kate's hookup is interrupted

Kate

Kate was having a great time clubbing.

“Oh yeah, right there.” She braced herself against the walls of the handicapped stall. “Oooooooohhhh, fuuuuuuuuck….”

Kate took one hand off the wall and began lightly palming her sensitive tits. She squeezed them just hard enough to be pleasurable, but not so hard that she would soak through her corset top in a place like this. They were now far too large for her to see what was going on down there, but she didn’t mind; it just made everything seem more spontaneous.

Emory was giving it her all, lapping at Kate’s clit with the perfect intensity and frequency, all the while moaning hungrily, like Kate’s was the best pussy she’d ever tasted. Kate appreciated the extra effort. Emory was so **** for the top-heavy goth that she’d agreed to go down on Kate in record time, and without any promise of reciprocation. Kate hadn’t even needed to take her top off; the sheer presence of her colossal bust was apparently more than enough to rope in whichever queer girls she chose. It was an intoxicating feeling; each stroke of Kate’s ego was added to strokes of the fingers and tongue at her pussy, bringing her ever closer to a well-deserved climax.

Then her phone just had to vibrate.

Fuck! What now?

Kate had to dig around in her cleavage for the goddamn clit-blocking device.

Vicky?

“Ugh. Sorry, I’ve got to take this call.”

“Hmmmm?” Emory had to scoot back from between Kate’s legs for them to make eye contact over the goth’s enormous bust.

“I didn’t say stop.” Kate’s left hand pulled Emory’s face back to her pussy, while the right held her phone to her ear. “Vicky? Is everything okay?”

Club music droned on in the background, but Vicky was just able to make herself heard. “Ugh, you’re not going to believe this, but Alkim’s been roofied.”

“What? H-how?” Who would roofy him? Is that even possible with him? She was having a hard time making sense of it past Emory’s work.

“I’ll explain later, can you just meet me by the booths and help me with him? He’s really heavy.”

Kate sighed in frustration, “Oookay, I’ll be right there.” She hung up. “Fuck! There goes my night!”

Kate’s words and tone must have concerned Emory enough that she stopped going down on Kate and got back to her feet.

Emory wiped her mouth with her wrist. “Did I hear that right? Someone roofied your friend?”

“Apparently.”

“Oh my god! Does she need help?”

“Actually, it was my guy friend who got roofied, and yeah, I’ve gotta go help Vicky move him somewhere safer.”

“Oh? Well, do you want me to help? I don’t mind.”

Kate looked the hundred-pound girl up and down and decided there wasn’t much point in recruiting her for the task.

“Thanks, but I think we’ll be okay.”

“Alright…” Emory deflated and grabbed a paper towel to wipe Kate’s juices from her face. “Can I still get your number?”

Kate smirked. “Of course.”

At least I got something out of this botched evening.

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