Daisy follows Sammie to the bathroom

Daisy might as well have been catatonic. At the start of today she'd known that Sammie was a groovy, kind of alternative kind of woman, but she never let her mind wander enough to think about what exactly that meant. Now, not only had her coworker made out with a woman right in front of her, she was even offering Daisy a 'visit' to the bathroom. Daisy had never been with a woman before, but she had been to enough club bathrooms to know what that meant. And it was barely 6 PM!

Sammie hadn't stopped giving her the "fuck me" eyes. "Come on, 'honey,' I said I need to use the little girls' room. It's this way." She took Daisy by the hand and led her through the crowd without any trouble at all. It was like the people were parting around them out of respect. Her coworker led her past the dance floor where her almost-fling was dancing somewhere with someone else, past the bar where half the guys of the office were staring with envy, and into the dark hallway where they would find the bathroom. So early in the night, there wasn't even a line.

Sammie threw open the door. The lights inside were neon blue, or maybe it was blacklight. Daisy hoped nothing would start to glow around her mouth or between her legs. She washed her face after her meeting with Mr. Johnson that afternoon, but there was no telling.

"You want a smoke?" Sammie asked, appearing a joint out of her back pocket.

"Yes," Daisy said, without hesitation.

Sammie lit it and took the first puff, but it didn't stop there. She leaned in until they were practically on top of each other. "Open your mouth," she suggested in a throaty voice. Daisy opened her mouth, and Sammie took another drag off the joint. Instead of inhaling, this time she made sure they *were* on top of each other. Specifically, her lips on top of Daisy's. She blew smoke into Daisy's mouth and Daisy felt her eyes roll back into her head.

Her legs were trembling. Sammie had barely touched her, and her legs were already trembling. Sammie was about to change that. She grabbed Daisy by the chin and felt the lines of her face. "You're so pretty," she giggled.

"Thank you," Daisy giggled back. "You're so fucking hot." Like any girl she'd told her girlfriends that plenty of times before, but she had never said it to a woman she was wet for. And she was very wet for Sammie.