Cordy dyked out.

"Faith isn't the only one having unexpected thoughts about Xandra." Cordelia confessed. "Something very strange, even stranger than usaual that is, happened to me last night."

"I see." Wesley said. "And whatever it was that happened is linked to Xandra?"

"Well, yes." Cordy admitted. "I hadn't given much thought to what happened between me and her in ages. I thought it was just a teenage crush. I mean she was the only one before last night. The only girl that is."

"Hey Cordy, it's nothing to be ashamed of." Lorne comforted, giving Cordelia a hug. "It's completely natural to experiment with your sexuality. Everyone's done that, right?"

Lorne looked to the rest of the Fang Gang for confirmation and support, only to be met by blank looks.

"I was heading out to my usual club." Cordelia began, oblivious to the consternation her revelation was causing to her friends. "I thought a couple of drinks and maybe the chance to spot a celebrity or two would help me unwind."

"Then just like that, outside the club, I suddenly couldn't get Xandra out of my mind." Cordelia went on. "The summer of furtive sex in closets and trying to hide our relationship from everybody around us. Xandra was just so sweet She was like a ****, and in her arms she made me feel like a woman for the first time."

Lorne, Gunn and Wesley looked surprised, but fascinated by Cordelia's story. They shifted uneasily trying to hide the physical excitement the mental image of Cordy lezzing out in high school gave them. Fred simply looked astonished and clasped her hands over her mouth to stop herself interrupting the tale.

"Before I really knew what I was doing, I found myself going into a different club." Cordelia said. "You know the one I mean, where Lindsey Lohan used to go when her girlfriend was the DJ."

Fred couldn't stifle the squeak that slipped through her fingers. The guys, apart from Angel, were hanging on every word. Cordy seemed too wrapped up in her recollections to see the effect she was causing.

"Well one thing led to another and I was bought a few drinks." Cordelia continued. "And I sort of wanted to find out if Xandra really was a one off thing...

Cordelia remembered how the night had ended and the image came back into her mind.

Cordelia lifted her leg, hooking it over the shoulder of the woman with short blonde hair kneeling on the floor in front of her. Her panties hang from one ankle and her skirt is rucked up to give free access to the dyke in a white trouser suit who'd picked her up at the bar and led her to the toilets. The woman starts to finger Cordy, finding her already wet and aroused. Little by little she fingerfucks the dark haired girl deeper and harder until four fingers are pistoning into Cordy's wet snatch. Miss Chase shows every sign of thouroughly enjoying the experiance, gripping the toilet cubicles walls and gasping out loudly. The blonde's thumb joins her fingers in the sopping wet maw of Cordelia's sex and she carefully twists and clenches her fist inside the velvety sheath.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Please fuck me." Cordy gasps out, clutching at the woman's short hair and head. "Fuck me hard."

The blonde starts to fist Cordelia, fast and hard, just as the brunette had begged. Cordelia whimpers and moans, muttering incomprehensible encouragement to the older woman. The woman's arm pumps, driving her fist up into Cordelia and driving her wild. Cordy audibly orgasms, throwing her head back and babbling nonsense in her ecstasy. Twice more she climaxes under the woman's sexual ****, leaving her limp and exhausted. The woman finally decides that Cordy is spent for the moment and pulls her fist free of the drenched twat, leaving Cordelia's sex gaping and raw and exceedingly soaked.

"Well that was fun." The blonde said, breathing hard after her exertions. "We must do this again sometime. Maybe I could give you a call the next time Portia's out of town?"

Cordelia nodded dumbly, too exhausted to reply. She digs a business card for the private detective agency out of her purse and hands it to the woman.

"Angel investigations? Guess I've just investigated an angel myself." The woman jokes. "Maybe next time you can pump me for information? Just as long as there's no private dick involved."

"....Well let's just say that I sort of experimented again. It was...different, but not unpleasant." Cordelia concluded, leaving her memories of the previous night unspoken. "But I still keep thinking of Xandra. I was tempted to call her up, just to hear her voice."

"I think a road trip is called for." Angel said. "If Faith's been screwed up badly enough by these thoughts of Xandra to break out of jail, then she'll be heading for Sunnydale. Whatever caused this to happen to Cordy and Faith, the answer is there."