The girl has her preference

Zoe's heart pounded in her chest, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She could feel the girl's tongue painting her skin with hot, wet kisses, driving her wild with desire. While her mouth was busy, the hand found its way to Zoe's naked crotch.

The girl's fingers were relentless, thrusting in and out of her, expertly hitting every sensitive spot. Zoe could feel the crowd's eyes on her, their gaze burning into her skin. But she couldn't care less. All she cared about was the intense pleasure coursing through her veins.

"I'm close," she gasped, her voice hoarse with desire. "So close."

"Come for me," the girl whispered.

Zoe couldn't resist any longer. The pleasure was too intense, too overwhelming. She threw her head back, her eyes shut tight, and screamed as she orgasmed. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking wildly as she surrendered to the pleasure. Zoe lost a feeling in her legs for a second and partially collapsed onto the girl.

"Let's get you back to the booth", she muttered while holding the naked girl carefully enough to not let her cover her exposed breasts or pussy.

As the girl led her through the crowded bar, Zoe's naked body glistened in the dim light, her skin shimmering like a polished gemstone. Her breasts, fully exposed to the world, jiggled gently with each step, their erect nipples gathering attention from the onlookers. Her flat stomach, rippling with defined muscles, and her strong, toned legs were a testament to her dedication to fitness and her unwavering commitment to her craft.

Zoe tried to regain control of her senses. Her heart raced, adrenaline surging through her veins. The intense encounter had left her shaken and still a little aroused. She took a deep breath, her small chest rising and falling rapidly. She wanted to cover her exposed privates, but the girl was holding her hand with enough **** that Zoe couldn't do anything at all. She feels a wave of embarrassment wash over her, her cheeks burning with shame.

As they arrived at the booth, the girl released Zoe, her lips lingering on her skin for a brief moment before she pulled away. Zoe could feel the heat of her body still radiating from her skin, a reminder of their passionate encounter.

"Thank you," Zoe whispered. "For everything."

The girl smiled. "You're welcome," she said. "I'll never forget this night. See you at the next concert. Don't be overdressed."

As the girl walked away, Zoe was joined by Jake. He looked at her with a mixture of amusement and concern.

"That was quite the show you put on," he said, his voice filled with laughter. "You made quite the impression on the crowd."

Zoe's cheeks burned with embarrassment, her heart pounding against her chest. She covered her boobs and pussy with her hands, like she wasn't showing her stuff to everyone just minutes ago. "I know," she said, her voice barely audible. "I just can't believe I did that."

Jake realized Zoe was at her limit so he took off his shirt and gave it to her. Zoe happily accepted, the shirt being long enough to cover most of her ass.

"Let's pack now. I talked to the boss and we have a work to do before the next show. I'll tell you tomorrow."

Zoe thought about that sentence as she was loading her stuff to their van. What's that supposed to mean?