It's Friday night. The girls had texted each other earlier—same message from all sides: "We need to drink." It had been a long, messed-up week.
They met up at their usual bar. Everyone looked tired but still came dressed to feel good—tight outfits, messy hair, and zero patience. They found their corner table, sat down, and didn't waste time.
Shanaya started first. She leaned back in her chair, frustrated. "The board is trying to censor my stories. Apparently, it's against some stupid law now. I write one wild scene and they act like I'm corrupting the country."
Alicia rolled her eyes. "That's nothing. My mom put me on a diet. No rice, no sweets, no bread. I'm basically eating air."
Emily took a sip from her drink. "You think that's bad? Rosa—yeah, my ex-husband—is getting serious with the girl he left me for. He introduced her to our daughter. I had to sit there and smile like it's all normal."
Mia just shook her head. "I met Jennifer today. You know, the actress-model-whatever. She showed up at my gym. I bumped into her like a total idiot and ended up mumbling 'sorry, sorry' while staring at her tits. What a joke."
Everyone paused.
"What a rubbish week, man," Shanaya muttered.
"Seriously," Alicia agreed.
"Trash," Emily said.
"Same," Mia added.
They raised their shot glasses, clinked them together, and downed their drinks.
The night had just begun.
The bartender walked over, smirking. "What a killer night out there—and you four sitting here like someone died."
He dropped off another round of shots without even asking. "Come on, baby. Let's go. One more and you're back on your feet."
They didn't need more convincing. They all lifted the shot glasses again and tossed them back.
Music hit harder now. Lights pulsing. Bodies moving. The energy shifted like a switch. Laughter, flirting, heat in the air.
Alicia was the first to go full wild—she climbed on the bar like it was her runway. Smooth, confident, no hesitation. She moved like a pro—hips swaying, hands in her hair, soaking in the attention. The bartender laughed and cleared the bottles and glasses off the counter just in time. She danced right over it all—shameless, flawless, bold.
Mia had a different energy tonight. She wasn't just there to dance—she was hunting. Her eyes scanned the crowd until they landed on a girl across the bar. Red hair, tight black dress, sharp eyes. Their gazes locked. No words needed.
They met halfway, and without wasting time, Mia took her hand and pulled her toward the back. They pushed into the women's washroom and the door slammed shut behind them.
Mia pressed her against the wall, kissed her hard. No slow build-up, just raw hunger. The redhead kissed back just as rough, grabbing at Mia's waist.
Mia's hand slid down the girl's back, then lower, slipping under the edge of her dress. Her fingers found their way between her legs, teasing again and again, making the girl moan louder with every touch.
Mia dropped to her knees and yanked the dress up and off. She kissed her thighs, her stomach, her breasts—tongue and lips all over her body. The girl was panting, her fingers gripping Mia's hair.
Then Mia moved down—no teasing now. She licked her again and again, holding her tight as the girl moaned louder, losing control.
"Ahh… oh god… yeah… don't stop," she gasped, legs shaking.
Mia didn't stop until the girl was dripping, her whole body trembling. The redhead came hard, gasping for air, barely able to stand.
After a minute, both of them fixed their clothes, cleaned up, and walked out of the washroom like nothing happened—just two girls having a good time.
Back on the dance floor, the night was still young.
Mia came back from the washroom. Her hair was a bit messy, her face a little flushed. The other three were sitting together, half-drunk, half-curious.
Shanaya looked at her and grinned. "Look who's back."
Mia didn't blink. "What? I just went to pee."
Alicia raised an eyebrow. "For that long?"
Emily smirked. "You don't pee with smudged lipstick, Mia."
Mia rolled her eyes. "You guys are crazy."
Then she turned to the bar, lifted her hand, and shouted, "One more shot!"
All four of them, without even thinking, said it together:
"Pleaseeeee!"