Joanna is insatiable

At the bustling mall, Rikki's keen eyes surveyed the main entrance, searching for Joanna. Suddenly, she felt a pair of hands encircle her, playfully groping her chest.

"Rikki!" Joanna exclaimed, her hands fondly cupping Rikki's ample bosom.

As Rikki spun around, Joanna's hands still lingered on her chest, prompting a playful swat. "Not here, Jo! We're in public!"

Joanna chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Like you're shy about it. Those curves deserve some love."

Rikki raised an eyebrow, a wry smile spreading across her face. "You're impossible. Coffee, now. My head is still throbbing from last night."

As they strolled toward the coffee shop, Joanna's arm linked through Rikki's, she said, "Speaking of last night, you and Jacob put on quite the show."

Rikki's frown deepened. "What are you talking about? The tequila shots are a blur."

Joanna snickered. "Let's just say you were... enthusiastic. And that spin the bottle kiss? Wow."

Rikki's face flushed with embarrassment. "Please tell me I didn't make a total fool of myself."

"Well..." Joanna's grin hinted at a juicy secret. "You did share a pretty intense moment with your sister."

Rikki's cheeks grew hotter. "Yeah, I remember that part. Poor Tara seemed really off about it this morning."

"I bet she was," Joanna said, then paused. "Do you think Tara might be into girls?"

The question caught Rikki off guard. "I... I don't know. We've never discussed it."

"Just wondering," Joanna said, her expression thoughtful. "Tyler mentioned she kept staring at me all night."

A strange sensation fluttered in Rikki's stomach. "Can we drop it? My head is killing me, and I'm still feeling a bit... sensitive."

Joanna's eyebrow arched. "Sensitive how?"

Rikki hesitated, unsure how to articulate the lingering sensations. "Just... never mind. Let's get that coffee."

Joanna smiled evilly, her hand coming up to grope Rikki’s boob again, “Oh my, is my Rikki feeling hot under the collar?” Joanna’s fingers brushing against Rikki’s hard nipple through her shirt.

Joanna's teasing hand was swiftly batted away as Rikki's eyes darted around the crowded mall. "Seriously, Jo, not here!"

Joanna's grin only grew wider. "You're so easy to rile up, Rik. Your body's practically screaming for attention."

Rikki's arms crossed over her chest, the friction of her nipples against her shirt sending a shiver down her spine. "Just drop it, okay?" she muttered, a hint of a smile betraying her.

As they entered the coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them, and Joanna's laughter filled the air. "You're more worked up than usual, even for you. What's going on?"

Rikki shifted uncomfortably, her thighs pressing together in a futile attempt to alleviate the growing tension. "I don't know... I just feel like I'm on edge all of a sudden. I've already... taken care of myself a few times, but it's not helping."

Joanna's eyes sparkled with intrigue. "Maybe you need a more... substantial release. You know, the kind that involves another person."

Rikki's face flushed as she glanced around the coffee shop, ensuring no one was listening in. "Maybe. It's just... I woke up feeling really sensitive. Like, almost like someone had touched me or something."

The barista interrupted their hushed conversation, asking for their orders. Joanna chimed in with her usual flair, "I'll have a large iced americano, and my friend here will have...?"

Rikki shot Joanna a warning glance before ordering, "Just a large cold brew, thanks."

As they waited for their drinks, Joanna leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “So, having some wet dreams eh?”

“I guess so.” Rikki sighs. “Fuck. I mean, I feel like such a slut sometimes.”

Joanna giggles, “Oh don’t be so hard on yourself. If anyone’s the slut here it’s me,” Joanna leans forward, her eyes dark with lust, “However, if you ever feel like taking a ride in the wild side…” Her voice trails off, leaving the suggestion hanging in the air.

Rikki laughs nervously, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. "Jo, you know I'm not into girls."

"Could've fooled me last night," Joanna teases, reaching for their drinks as the barista sets them down. "The way you kissed me during spin the bottle was pretty convincing."

Rikki protests, grabbing her cold brew. "I was drunk, and you're the one who initiated it."

Joanna shrugs, leading them to a small table in the corner. "I was just trying to get a rise out of you. And judging by your current state, I'd say I succeeded." She sits down, crossing her legs. "You're positively radiating tension."

Rikki plops down across from her, squirming slightly in her seat. The friction from her pants is becoming unbearable. "I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so... on edge."

"You know," Joanna leans in closer, "there's a private bathroom down that hallway. I could help you... unwind." Her hand slides across the table, fingers brushing against Rikki's wrist.

Rikki yanks her hand back, but her body responds to the suggestion, sending a fresh wave of arousal through her. "Jo, I mean it. I'm not interested."

"Fine, fine," Joanna backs off, but her smirk remains. "What about Jacob then? He was definitely into you last night."

Rikki takes another long drink, considering it. "I don't know... I barely remember what happened with him."

"Trust me, there was a spark," Joanna says, her eyebrows rising. "And he's got a reputation for being... talented."

Rikki crosses her legs tightly, trying to alleviate the growing discomfort. "Can we talk about something else? Anything else?"

“Fine, Mother Rikki.” Joanna’s mocking tone evident as she did a cross symbol. “How’s work been?”

Rikki shifts in her seat, the persistent ache between her legs making it hard to focus. "It's... been a grind. Just the usual routine at the gym."

"Speaking of the gym," Joanna takes a sip of her americano, "Tyler mentioned you've been pushing yourself hard lately. Your physique is looking impressive."

Rikki rolls her eyes, but can't help smiling. "Thanks, I guess. Though I could do without you guys constantly commenting on my body."

"Oh please," Joanna scoffs, "like you don't thrive on the attention. I saw how you were working the room last night."

The mention of the previous night sends another wave of heat through Rikki's body. She presses her thighs together, trying to ignore the growing discomfort. "Excuse me for a minute," she says abruptly, standing up.

Joanna's knowing smirk follows her. "Want some company?"

Rikki shakes her head. "I'll be right back."

As she walks to the bathroom, she can feel Joanna's eyes on her. Her nipples are still sensitive, and her body is screaming for release.

The bathroom is mercifully empty when she enters. Rikki locks herself in a stall, leaning against the door. Her hand drifts down to cup herself through her pants, and she bites back a moan.

"Get a grip," she whispers to herself, pulling her hand away. But her body is tense with need.

Just then, her phone buzzes. It's a text from Joanna: "Taking care of business?"

Rikki types back quickly: "Mind your own business" and tries to steady her breathing. She's never been this on edge in public before. Taking a moment to rinse her face in cold water, Rikki focus herself and resists her body’s growing arousal. With a deep breath, she exits the bathroom and rejoins Joanna at the table.

Joanna's grin falters for a moment as Rikki's face remains flushed. "All better now?"

Rikki shoots her a warning glance, adjusting her position in the chair. The friction from her pants is still unbearable, but she's determined to power through.

Joanna leans forward, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "I heard Jacob's working at the sports store down the hall today. We could swing by and say hello..."

Rikki's body betrays her, a surge of heat spreading through her veins at the suggestion. "Jo, I mean it. Back off."

Joanna's smirk returns, and she stirs her coffee with a lazy motion. "Suit yourself. But I have to ask, what was going through your mind during that kiss with your sister last night? It looked like things were getting pretty intense."

Rikki's discomfort spikes at the memory, and she shifts uncomfortably in her seat. "It was just a stupid game, okay? Don't read into it."

Joanna's eyes glint with amusement. "If you say so. But I've seen the way you two interact... there's definitely a spark there."

Rikki's face grows hotter as she tries to deflect the conversation. "Can we please move on? This topic is getting old."

Joanna notices Rikki's agitation and raises an eyebrow. "You're really struggling to keep it together today, aren't you? I haven't seen you this on edge since... well, never mind."

Rikki's warning glance is enough to shut Joanna down, but not before she catches the hint of a smirk on her friend's face. A group of rowdy teenagers walks past their table, providing a welcome distraction. Rikki takes advantage of the momentary reprieve to adjust her bra, trying to minimize the discomfort.

Joanna sighs, a dramatic flair to her voice. "Fine, I'll drop it. But you can't keep avoiding this forever, Rikki. Whatever's going on, you need to deal with it eventually."

Rikki takes a sip of her coffee, savoring the taste.

The two sit for awhile, talking regularly about casual nonsense. After some time, Joanna suggests they go shopping at Victoria’s Secret.

Rikki's eyes widen at the suggestion. "Victoria's Secret? You're really pushing your luck, Jo."

Joanna grins mischievously. "Come on, you could use an upgrade. Something to match your... elevated mood."

Rikki's face warms, and she takes a sip of coffee, stalling for time. "I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Aw, don't be shy," Joanna teases, nudging her playfully. "The old Rikki would be dragging me to the lingerie section herself."

Rikki sighs, standing up. Her legs brush together, sending a spark of tension through her body. "Fine, but just for a few minutes. And no comments, okay?"

As they head toward the store, Rikki's senses feel heightened. The mall's air seems thick and heavy, and her skin prickles with awareness. Joanna notices her stiff gait and raises an eyebrow.

"Everything all right?" she asks, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Rikki shoots her a warning glance. "Just drop it, Jo."

Inside the store, the two girls shop and ogle the clothes and sexy outfits. Before long, Joanna has an outfit in her hand. And she approaches Rikki with it.

Joanna holds up a sheer black lace bodysuit with a daring neckline. "This would be stunning on you," she says, a sly grin spreading across her face.

Rikki shakes her head, trying to brush off the flutter in her chest. "No way. It's too provocative."

"Come on," Joanna coaxes, pressing the hanger into Rikki's hands. "At least try it on. What's the worst that could happen?"

Rikki glances around the store, her cheeks warming. The bodysuit feels delicate between her fingers, and despite her protests, she can't help envisioning how it would accentuate her curves.

"Fine," she mutters, taking the hanger. "But only because you won't drop it."

Joanna claps her hands together. "Perfect! I'll find something for myself too."

In the fitting room, Rikki locks the door and hangs up the bodysuit. Her hands tremble slightly as she undresses, her body still sensitive from earlier. The cool air hits her skin, making her nipples pucker.

She slides the bodysuit on, the lace fabric molding to her figure. Looking in the mirror, she has to admit it fits flawlessly, though it leaves little to the imagination. The sight of her own reflection sends a surge of arousal through her body.

"How's it looking in there?" Joanna calls from the next stall.

Rikki adjusts the straps, trying to make the neckline sit higher. "It's... eye-catching," she responds, her voice slightly strained.

"Let me see!" Joanna says excitedly.

"No way," Rikki protests, but Joanna's already peeking over the top of the divider.

"Wow, Rikki," Joanna breathes. "You have to get that. It's made for you."

“No Jo, it’s too much.” Rikki argues.

“Fine, but let me find something else. I’m determined to get you to buy something today!” Joanna says, disappearing from view.

Rikki studies her reflection once more, adjusting the bodysuit's straps. The delicate lace feels soft against her skin, but the friction only intensifies her arousal. She shifts uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing heat between her legs.

A red bra and panty set flies over the divider, accompanied by Joanna's voice. "Try these on instead!"

Rikki catches the items, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "You're relentless, you know that?"

"That's why you love me," Joanna laughs from the next stall. "Come on, humor me."

Carefully peeling off the bodysuit, Rikki's skin tingles at every touch. She hooks the bra on and slides the panties up her legs, noticing how the material hugs her curves.

Joanna calls out, "How's it looking?"

Rikki turns to examine the back view. The red color complements her tan skin, and the cut accentuates her athletic build. "It's... flattering," she admits.

Joanna peeks over the divider again, a sly grin spreading across her face. "Girl, you look stunning! Jacob would be green with envy if he saw you in that."

Rikki's body responds to the comment with another surge of heat. "Jo, seriously, drop it."

"I'm just saying," Joanna continues, "you need to take care of yourself. When was the last time you-"

Rikki cuts her off, already reaching for her clothes. Her hands tremble slightly as she unhooks the bra. "I'm getting changed."

“Hold on!” Joanna begs, “I got one more thing I want you to try!” Rikki groans, but another piece of lingerie sails over the divider. This time it's a sheer black nightie that leaves little to the imagination.

Rikki's eyes widen as she takes in the delicate fabric. Despite her better judgment, she can't help but run her fingers over the silky material. The sensation sends a shiver down her spine, and her heightened arousal makes every touch feel electric against her skin.

"Just this last one," Joanna pleads from the next stall. "I promise it'll look stunning on you."

Rikki hesitates, then sighs in defeat. She slips the nightie over her head, the cool fabric caressing her sensitive nipples. The sensation makes her breath catch, and she feels a flush rise to her cheeks.

The nightie clings to every curve, and Rikki's body's reaction is obvious through the thin material. "This is insane," she says, looking at herself in the mirror. "It's practically transparent."

Rikki can’t help but admire herself in the mirror. The woman that stared back at her through the glass is simply gorgeous. Her eyes radiating lust as she drinks in her own body.

Rikki is so enamored with the sight of herself she doesn’t notice the door opening. Joanna quietly enters the changing room.

"Rikki!" Joanna exclaims, making Rikki jump. "Sorry, I couldn't resist. You're stunning."

"Jo, what the hell?" Rikki spins around, crossing her arms over her chest. "Get out!"

Instead of leaving, Joanna steps closer, her eyes roaming over Rikki's body. "We've shared locker rooms, Rikki. This isn't exactly uncharted territory."

Rikki's protest falters as Joanna's intense gaze sends a shiver down her spine. Her nipples harden visibly through the sheer fabric, betraying her growing arousal.

Joanna reaches out, her finger tracing the curve of Rikki's collarbone. "You're wound tighter than a spring. Let me help you unwind."

Rikki's breath catches in her throat as she backs away, her skin burning where Joanna touched her. The mirror halts her retreat, and she feels a flutter in her chest.

"The door's locked," Joanna murmurs, her hand drifting down Rikki's arm. "We're alone. And you clearly need some... distraction."

Rikki's body responds to Joanna's proximity, her mind reeling with confusion. "Jo, I... this isn't..."

"Shh," Joanna's finger grazes Rikki's lips, silencing her. "Just a simple yes or no. No pressure, no expectations."

Rikki's heart pounds in her chest, the heat between her legs almost unbearable. Her hips unconsciously push forward, seeking relief, as she weighs her options.

"Someone might hear," Rikki protests weakly, her voice barely audible.

Joanna's smile is gentle, persuasive. "I'll be quiet. I promise." Joanna’s breath hot in Rikki’s face, “You though. That’s on you.” Joanna’s words followed by the wetness of Joanna’s lips against Rikki’s.

As Rikki's lips meet Joanna's, her doubts momentarily fade. The kiss is a gentle spark that ignites a fire within her. Joanna's hands roam her body, tracing the curves of her hips and thighs, sending shivers down her spine.

Rikki breaks away, her breath catching in her throat. "This is insane. We're in a store, Jo."

Joanna's fingers dance across her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Shhhhh, easy now. Let me make you feel good."

Rikki's resolve crumbles as Joanna's touch becomes more intimate. Her hips arch involuntarily, seeking more contact. The mirror behind her provides a fragile sense of support as her knees weaken.

"Jo, we shouldn't..." Rikki's protest trails off as Joanna's lips claim hers once more.

The kiss is deep and unbreakable. Joanna’s tongue invading Rikki’s mouth eagerly. Rikki, her head swimming with lust, sucks on Joanna’s tongue like candy.

As they kiss, Joanna’s hand finds its way to the waistband of Rikki’s panties.

As Joanna's fingers slip beneath the thin fabric, and Rikki's eyes widen in surprise. The sensation makes her break the kiss, her head falling back against the mirror as she gasps for air.

"You're absolutely drenched," Joanna whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I knew you were thinking about this all day."

Rikki can only nod, her hips moving involuntarily as Joanna's fingers explore her folds. The sheer nightie clings to her sweaty skin, and she feels a rush of heat as Joanna's touch ignites a fire within her.

"Someone's going to hear us," Rikki warns, but she can't bring herself to care. Her hands grip Joanna's shoulders for support as she surrenders to the sensation.

Joanna's eyes gleam with amusement. "Then you'd better be quiet." She works her fingers in slow, deliberate circles, and Rikki's legs begin to tremble.

As Joanna slides two fingers inside her, Rikki feels a jolt of pleasure. Her inner muscles clench around the intrusion, and she's shocked by the intensity of her own arousal.

"Your body is so needy," Joanna murmurs, her voice full of wonder. Her thumb continues to rub Rikki's sensitive spot, sending shivers down her spine.

Rikki's breathing becomes ragged as Joanna picks up the pace. She can hear the sound of Joanna's fingers moving inside her, and it only adds to her excitement.

“Good god Rikki.” Joanna says, “You’re pussy is absolutely drooling. You really needed this.” Rikki moans softly as Joanna continues, “Shhhh, don’t worry. Let me help you out with that.”

Rikki groans as Joanna’s lips meet hers once more, Joanna’s spit like liquid gold as it slides down Rikki’s throat.

Rikki’s body hums with pleasure. It feels so good, letting Joanna do whatever she wants.

Joanna's fingers expertly manipulate Rikki's body, her thumb maintaining a gentle yet insistent pressure on Rikki’s clit. Rikki's hips undulate, seeking to maximize the contact as her breathing grows more labored.

As their lips part, Joanna's mouth grazes Rikki's neck, sending shivers down her spine. "You taste so good," she whispers, her fingers never faltering in their rhythm.

Rikki's words dissolve into incoherent murmurs as Joanna's hand muffles her mouth. The sound of her own ragged breathing is the only response.

"Not yet," Joanna cautions, slowing her pace. "Let's savor this moment."

Rikki's body trembles with anticipation, her nightie clinging to her sweat-dampened skin. Her nipples strain against the delicate fabric, aching for attention.

"Please," Rikki implores, her voice husky with desire. She presses against Joanna's hand, seeking more intense stimulation.

Joanna responds by adding another finger, stretching Rikki's limits. The air is filled with the sounds of their intimate encounter.

"Your body is so responsive," Joanna observes, her eyes locked on Rikki's face. Her thumb accelerates its movements, and Rikki's legs begin to quiver. “I swear, you were made to be fucked. You’re body is a perfect idol to sex”

As Rikki's head falls back against the mirror, her muscles start to contract. Joanna's fingers are drawn deeper, and Rikki's eyes flutter closed.

"That's it," Joanna encourages, her voice low and soothing. "Let yourself go."

As Rikki's climax intensifies, her body shudders and her thighs tighten around Joanna's hand. She bites her lip, but a few muffled cries escape, echoing through the fitting room.

Joanna's fingers continue to stoke the flames, drawing out Rikki's orgasm. "Let go, baby," she whispers, her eyes fixed on Rikki's face, which is contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

The mirror behind Rikki fogs up from h the heat radiating from her body, and her legs tremble so violently she can barely stand. She grasps Joanna's shoulders, using them as a lifeline to anchor herself.

As the last waves of her orgasm subside, Rikki's chest heaves beneath the sheer nightie, and she gasps for air. "Oh, fuck," she gasps.

Joanna slowly withdraws her fingers, making Rikki shiver. She brings her glistening fingers to her mouth and savors the taste. "You're exquisite," she murmurs, her eyes locked on Rikki's.

Rikki's face flushes, and she looks away, trying to process what just happened. "We shouldn't have done that here," she says, her voice laced with a mix of guilt and regret.

Joanna adjusts Rikki's nightie, which had bunched up around her waist. "Maybe not, but you can't deny how much you needed it," she says with a sly smile. She reaches down and gently strokes Rikki's sensitive flesh one last time, making her jump.

Rikki's eyes widen, and she glances nervously at the fitting room door, her heart still racing from their encounter. "Someone could have walked in on us," she whispers.

Joanna's smile grows wider. "But they didn't," she says, her voice low and husky. "And even if they had, I think you'd have been too far gone to care."

Joanna kisses Rikki once more, her lips gentle against the other woman's mouth. Rikki's body still hums with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she melts into the kiss.

As they break apart for air, Joanna's hands wander over the sheer fabric of Rikki's nightie, tracing the curves of her body. "You're absolutely stunning," she whispers, her eyes locked on Rikki's face.

Rikki's cheeks flush, and she looks away, trying to process the intensity of their encounter. But her body betrays her, arching into Joanna's touch as her hands cup her breasts. The thin material offers little barrier to Joanna's fingers, and Rikki's nipples harden in response.

"We should stop," Rikki says, her voice barely above a whisper. But her hands grip Joanna's shoulders tightly, holding her in place.

Joanna's thigh slides between Rikki's legs, pressing against her wetness. Rikki's head falls back against the mirror, and she bites her lip to stifle a groan. The sound of footsteps outside the fitting room makes them both freeze.

A sales associate's voice calls out, "Everything okay in there?" Rikki's heart pounds in her chest as she struggles to compose herself.

"Yes, just fine!" she calls back, trying to keep her voice steady. The associate's footsteps fade away, and Joanna grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"That was close," she says, her hands sliding down to grip Rikki's hips. "We should probably get you changed." She steps back, admiring Rikki's flushed face and disheveled appearance.

Rikki nods, still breathing heavily. She looks down at the nightie, now slightly wrinkled and damp with sweat. "I don't know what came over me," she says, her voice laced with a mix of guilt and wonder.

Joanna's smile grows wider. "I think you just needed to let go," she says, her eyes locked on Rikki's. "And I'm happy to help you do that."

Joanna, sucking her fingers coyly, turns and begins to exit the changing room. As she passes the threshold, she looks back at Rikki with a smile, “You should probably just buy that outfit. It’s already been broken in now.”

Joanna's parting words echo in Rikki's mind as she stands alone in the fitting room, still reeling from their intense encounter. Her body trembles, and her thighs ache with a pleasant soreness. The sheer black nightie clings to her sweat-dampened skin, a tangible reminder of her loss of control.

Rikki's gaze falls upon her reflection in the mirror. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is disheveled. She attempts to tame her locks, but her fingers seem to have a mind of their own. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, a potent reminder of her desire.

As she peels off the nightie, Rikki's skin prickles with sensitivity. She notices the wet spot on the crotch, and she moans softly, "I suppose I have ****," she thinks, balling up the nightie.

Her legs feel unsteady as she pulls on her pants, and her underwear chafes against her tender flesh. The sound of Joanna's voice, chatting with a sales associate outside, serves as a stark contrast to the intimacy they shared mere moments before.

Rikki's hands tremble slightly as she fastens her bra. Her breasts feel heavy and tender, and she winces as the fabric brushes against her nipples. She pulls her shirt over her head, taking a moment to collect herself.

Gathering the nightie and the other lingerie items, Rikki's face burns with a mix of emotions. She recalls how easily she'd surrendered to Joanna's touch, her high sex drive betraying her once again. The risk they'd taken in such a public place still sends a thrill through her veins.

Taking a deep breath, Rikki opens the fitting room door. Joanna leans against the wall, scrolling through her phone with a satisfied smirk on her face. Her eyes gleam with amusement as she looks up at Rikki.

"So, are you getting it?" Joanna asks, nodding at the bundle of lingerie in Rikki's arms. Her tone is casual, but her gaze lingers on Rikki's face, as if searching for a reaction.

“Duh,” Rikki responds.

Joanna's grin widens as she follows Rikki to the checkout counter. The sales associate, a petite brunette, greets them with a warm smile. Rikki places the items on the counter, trying to compose herself despite her still-flushed cheeks.

"Did you find everything okay?" the associate asks, beginning to scan the items. Her eyes flicker briefly to the damp nightie, but she maintains her professional demeanor.

"Yeah, thanks," Rikki replies, fumbling with her wallet. Her hands are still unsteady from their encounter.

The total comes out to be $189.50, and Rikki swipes her card, eager to make a quick exit. As the associate bags the items, Joanna teases, "I'm sure you'll get plenty of use out of that nightie. Maybe you can show it off next time we hang out."

Rikki stops abruptly, turning to face her friend. "You need to promise me you won't breathe a word about what just happened," she says, her voice firm despite her embarrassment.

Joanna chuckles and playfully bumps Rikki's shoulder. "Damn girl, you can’t have hated it that much. Did you?” Joanna's question hangs in the air, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

Rikki's face grows hotter as she grabs her shopping bag. "Just drop it, okay?" she mutters, her thighs still throbbing with sensitivity. The fabric of her bra feels like sandpaper against her nipples, and every step sends a shiver down her spine.

As they walk through the mall, Rikki's senses are on high alert. She's acutely aware of the people around her, wondering if they can somehow sense the tension still coiled within her. Joanna's teasing doesn't help, her friend's eyes glinting with mirth as she watches Rikki's every move.

"You're not exactly subtle," Joanna observes, her voice low and husky. "I'm surprised you're not glowing."

Rikki shoots her a warning glance, but Joanna just chuckles. They pass by the food court, the smells of greasy food and sugary treats making Rikki's stomach roil. She's too wired to eat, her body still humming with unspent energy.

"Want to grab something?" Joanna asks, nodding toward the food stalls.

Rikki shakes her head, her mind already made up. "I need to get out of here. I need some space."

Joanna raises an eyebrow but doesn't push the issue. "Suit yourself. But if you ever need... distraction, you know who to call."

Rikki's face burns as she quickens her pace, her heart still racing from their encounter. "This was a one-time thing, Jo. Don't get any ideas."

Joanna just laughs, the sound trailing behind Rikki as she makes her way toward the mall exit. "Whatever you say, babe. I'll talk to you later."

Rikki nods, already focused on putting some distance between herself and the memories of their tryst. She needs to clear her head, to process what just happened. And maybe, just maybe, she needs to take care of the lingering tension still building inside her…