The nightclub was pulsating with the rhythm of a hundred heartbeats as Dahlia and Akita sat on the plush couch, sipping their drinks. The two women had been friends for years, and as they reminisced about their first meeting, their laughter rang out above the thumping bass.
"Do you remember what you said to me when we first met?" Akita asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
Dahlia's eyes sparkled with mischief. "I believe I said, 'You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen.' It was practically love at first sight."
Akita rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the warm feeling that spread through her chest. "You were such a flirt back then."
Before Dahlia could respond, a drunk man approached their couch, his eyes glazed over and fixed on Akita. He was at least 30 years older than them, and his cologne was so strong it made Akita's eyes water.
"Hey there, beautiful," he slurred, taking a seat next to Akita without an invitation. "Dance with me?"
Akita tensed, her smile fading. "No, thank you. I'm not interested."
The man either didn't hear her or didn't care, because he leaned in closer, his hand reaching for her knee.
"Come on, just one dance," he persisted.
Akita's patience was wearing thin. She stood up, her voice firm. "I said no. Please leave us alone."
But the man didn't budge. He grabbed Akita's wrist, his grip tight.
That was the last straw. Akita's eyes flashed with anger as she yanked her hand away. "I said no. Don't touch me."
The man stumbled to his feet, muttering something under his breath before stumbling away.
Akita took a deep breath, her heart pounding. She turned to Dahlia, her voice shaking. "I can't believe he did that. I feel so violated."
Dahlia's face was tight with anger. "That's unacceptable. Assholes like that don't deserve your time."
Akita nodded, taking a deep breath. "You're right. I just need a moment to calm down."
Dahlia took Akita's hand, her touch gentle. "Come with me. We'll go to the bathroom, and you can take all the time you need."
Inside the bathroom stall, Akita leaned against the cold metal, her heart still racing. Dahlia stood in front of her, her arms crossed.
"I can't believe that just happened," Akita said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dahlia's face softened. "I know. It's okay to be upset. But I'm here for you. I won't let anyone hurt you."
Akita couldn't help but smile at Dahlia's words. "You're such a good friend."
Dahlia grinned. "I try my best. But right now, I think you need a distraction."
Akita raised an eyebrow. "A distraction?"
Dahlia's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Yes. A very good distraction."
Before Akita could respond, Dahlia was on her knees, her hands on Akita's thighs.
"What are you doing?" Akita asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Dahlia looked up at Akita, her eyes full of desire. "I'm going to make you forget about that asshole. I'm going to make you feel good."
Akita's heart skipped a beat as Dahlia's fingers started to explore, tracing patterns on her inner thigh.
"But what if someone comes in?" Akita asked, her voice trembling.
Dahlia's grin widened. "Then we'll just have to be quiet. And careful."
Akita's breath hitched as Dahlia's skilled touch brought her closer to the edge. She leaned back against the cold metal, her body tensing with pleasure.
Just as Akita was about to reach orgasm, they heard footsteps approaching the stall.
Dahlia's hand stilled, her eyes wide. Akita's heart pounded in her chest as they quickly composed themselves, pretending to be simply fixing their makeup as the footsteps passed.
Once they were sure they were alone again, Dahlia resumed her efforts, and Akita finally reached a powerful, satisfying orgasm.
As they left the bathroom, Akita couldn't help but smile. It had been a night to remember.
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