You walk into a club.

Stepping through the door you were struck in the face by a flurry of red and violet blinking lights. While you shielded your eyes, giving them time to adjust to the new environment, the sounds of thumping music grew louder and louder, while the sweet relaxing sent of aphrodisiacs filled your nostrils. After a few moments had passed you lowered your hand and peered out across a very lively dance floor.

You half expected Sara to take you to a lesbian bar, but the club was filled with an even amount of men and women, all seemed quite keen on hooking up. You think you could see at least one pair of women, but they were both dry humping a single man as a stripper would to a pole.

Sara hooked an arm around your elbow and gently pushed her shoulder into yours. You smiled back at her and lightly raked your nails over her wrist.

“So, what’s so special about this place?” you asked her.

“What do you mean?” she replied cocking her brow.

“Well, I was expecting to walk into a gay bar or something.”

Sara rolled her eyes and smirked. “Less than one percent of the world’s population is gay and just as many are witches. So, if you were hoping to be invited to a hot magical lesbian orgy, I’m afraid that I’m only one of two lesbian witches that I know, and I don’t get along with the other one.”

“That’s a shame,” you say with a sly smile, “I was hoping to see how you handled a broomstick.”

Sara laughed but still gave you a firm slap across the shoulder. Just hard enough to sting but not enough to think that she was terribly angry at you.

“If you must know, my mistress owes the club, and before you say anything. No, she is not that kind of mistress,” she said quickly, already seeing the coy smile on your lips.

“She’s not a kinky witch?”

Your last comment must have triggered something as the beautiful goth girl burst into laughter. You couldn’t help but join her, pulling her close and nuzzling your brow against her’s. It took the two of you a moment to calm down, at which point you started to realize just how close you were to her.

She looked up at you from behind her long lashes while trailing her long nails over your shoulders. The way she was breathing, how her soft bust rose up and down with each breath she took, it took every ounce of willpower to resist making out with her in the middle of the club. You were already coiling your hands around her, sliding your fingertips over her back.

“Oh, this is going to be a fun night,” she purred against your lips, “I’ve only just met you, and I already feel amazing.”

“I know the feeling,” you whispered sweetly while nuzzling her nose, “So what do you want to do first?”