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“You’ve what?”

Makoto flinched a little as Ann’s incredulous screech rang out across the café. Frantically sweeping the room with her eyes to make sure her friend hadn’t alerted the entire room to the particulars of Makoto’s social life – fortunately, the other patrons all seemed busy enough with their confectionary and coffee to not register the one-woman uproar – Makoto leaned back across the table, swatting Ann across the wrist.

“Not so loud!”

Makoto’s admonishing hiss didn’t seem to deter Ann one bit. She continued to stare at Makoto, those big blue eyes wide in total disbelief, her crepe forlorn and almost forgotten in front of her. Only the most grievous of shocks could distract Ann from her sweet food. “Are you serious? Like, actually serious.”

Makoto glared at her. “I really don’t see what’s so shocking here, Ann.”

“Uh, what? You’re a college student!” Ann said, sounding both baffled and genuinely outraged. “You’ve been there for months! How could you not have gone to a single club in that time?”

Makoto’s glare didn’t lessen. “Is that really so surprising, Ann? Truly?”

“I…guess not.” Ann said, relenting a little in her aggressive disbelief as she relaxed a little, her eyes still locked on Makoto’s face. “You’ve always been a good girl stick in the mud.”

Makoto frowned and folded her arms. “That’s quite an unflattering way of putting it.”

“It’s true, though.” Ann said, waving a hand a little in dismissal of Makoto’s pout. “But still, I thought you’d end up having to go to a club at some point in college, just to meet people if nothing else.”

Makoto’s frown didn’t shift. “I went to college to study, Ann.”

“And somehow that’s the exact answer I expected from you.” Ann said, rolling her eyes a little and bopping Makoto teasingly on the nose. “You’re nineteen, Makoto! You’re never gonna get this chance again, you’ve got to live a little sometimes!”

“Just because I don’t drink and dance doesn’t automatically make me no fun, Ann.” Makoto said grumpily, before looking up at her friend with an amused smirk quirking a little at her mouth. “That’s a separate choice, which I have also made.”

Ann snorted, grinning in amusement as she took another sip of her coffee, before looking more intently at her friend. “Seriously though, do you do anything for fun? Meeting people, socialising, making friends? Or is it just work work work all the way down?”

Makoto looked affronted. “I’ll have you know that I-”

“If you’re about to seriously insist that volunteering as a teaching assistant or something counts as meeting new people then I don’t think we can be friends any more.”

Makoto fell silent, looking at Ann with sulky eyes. Ann simply laughed, the sound bright and pleasant enough that even Makoto couldn’t help but smile. Ann was such a ray of sunshine, even when she was mocking her.

“Seriously though, you are never getting laid like that.”

“Ann!” Makoto hissed, red flaring at her cheeks as she instinctively slapped a hand over her friend’s mouth, her entire body cringing into itself. “What the hell?”

Ann dodged back from Makoto’s hand, still giggling a little to herself. “What? Nobody’s listening.”

“They absolutely are!” Makoto snapped, trying her best to keep her voice down even as she frantically looked around to see if anyone was listening in. “People keep looking at us all the time!”

“That’s because we’re gorgeous, Makoto.” Ann said, in the casual tone of a professional model who was well-used to such things. She briefly put on her sunglasses and blew a kiss around the room, before looking back to Makoto and lowering them just enough for the stern gaze of her warm blue irises to be visible. “Which is another reason why you living like Futaba is such a tragedy. One that demands fixing.”

“Excuse me?” Makoto said, recoiling almost from the table, her eyebrows raised in outrage. “I don’t live like Futaba!”

“You totally do.” Ann said casually, sipping at her coffee again with almost infuriating composure as she ripped Makoto’s self-image to shreds. “Sure, you exercise more than she does. But if you counted how often you and she actively take initiative to leave the house and see other people, I bet it’s not that different.”

Makoto fumed in silence, partially in outrage and partially because she wasn’t actually sure if she could argue back. Ann rolled her eyes, fondly exasperated by how difficult her friend was being.

“Honestly, I love you, but you’re ridiculous. I have no idea how Haru’s let this persist for as long as she has; what’s she even doing on Friday nights if she’s not setting you straight on these things?”

Ann’s eyebrow raised in a quirk of surprise as Makoto’s expression shifted – her outrage faded and she instead looked faintly haunted as she stared into the middle distance, her hands clenching absently at the tablecloth.

“Uh, Makoto?” Ann tried. “Hello?”

“We don’t talk about that.” Makoto said dimly, her eyes distant and almost traumatised. “We don’t go there.”

“Uh, what?” Ann said, sounding completely lost.

“What happens in Haru’s dorm room,” Makoto said, faintly but firmly, “stays in Haru’s dorm room.”

For a moment there was silence, as Ann tried to gauge if Makoto was joking and Makoto looked like she’d seen a ghost. Shrugging, Ann moved on.

“Uh, ok…so, uh, back on subject. Are you around tomorrow evening? You’re still in Tokyo for a couple more days, right?”

“Yeah, I’m having dinner with Sae tonight but tomorrow I’m pretty clear.” Makoto said, immediately accessing her mental calendar and answering without thinking. But then her reasoning caught up, and she looked hard at Ann, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Why the sudden interest in my commitments?”

Ann’s eyes sparkled a little as she pushed up her sunglasses again, every inch the gorgeous, inscrutable supermodel. “Because I know just the place to take your clubbing virginity, and wouldn’t you know it? I have a gap in my schedule tomorrow night.”

Makoto scowled, not best impressed by her friend’s choice of terminology. “I might not want to go.”

Ann grinned, knowing she had what she wanted. “What, you got someplace better to be?”

Makoto’s scowl deepened. Ann was far too sharp for her own good when she wanted to be.

Rap rap rap rap

“One second!” Makoto called, wincing a little as Ann’s loud knocking on the front door rang out through the Niijima apartment. She looked back in the mirror, quickly adjusting her fringe and checking her blouse. Did she look OK? She thought she looked OK. Would Ann think she looked OK? Probably not. Fashion models had high standards.

Taking a deep breath, Makoto looked herself in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath and forcing herself to relax. It would all be fine.

“Hey!” Ann said loudly as Makoto opened the door, pulling her friend immediately into a tight hug with her usual overwhelming positive energy the instant she got the opportunity. Makoto couldn’t help but smile as she hugged back, the two girls clinging together in the doorway for a moment – she couldn’t really believe that she’d once considered Ann to be reserved and quite standoffish. Not that Ann wouldn’t likely say the same about her…they’d both come such a long way in the years since.

Although, from the look in Ann’s eyes when she finally stepped back and scanned Makoto up and down, it seemed her dress sense maybe hadn’t come such a long way with her.

“You’re…going like this?” Ann asked, frowning.

“Uh, yeah I guess?” Makoto said, uncertainly twisting her fingers. She thought she’d looked OK, really – a white dress blouse, black leggings, classy belt. She looked down at herself, then back at Ann, her eyebrow raised. “Why, what’s wrong with it?”

Ann paused for a moment, her brow furrowed, her inner fashionista seemingly struggling considerably to comprehend the stone wall that was Makoto Niijima’s disinterest in club culture. Eventually she just sighed, her fingers pinching at the bridge of her nose as she shut her eyes.

“Basically everything.” she said finally, not even looking at her friend. “Makoto, you look like you’re going out for lunch or something, maybe meeting a boyfriend’s parents for the first time. Like, you look good, but it’s not right for the situation, you know?”

“Not really.” Makoto said, spreading her hands helplessly.

“Clearly.” Ann said, sighing again before dropping her hands to her hips and striking a pose, flashing a blinding smile and artfully tossing her hair. “Just take a look at what I’m wearing. See the kinda vibe I’m giving off?”

Makoto diligently looked over her friend, taking in the sight. It wasn’t in any way a bad view, in all fairness – Ann was always gorgeous but tonight she looked mesmerising, all crop tops and glossy black skirts and fishnet tights, aggressively enticing makeup and highlighted pink streaks in her hair. It took Makoto longer than she perhaps should have to pull her eyes away from the exposed sight of Ann’s tight, tiny waist and lean stomach, but eventually she managed it, looking back to her friend’s (rather smug) face.

“Yeah? I look pretty damn good, right?”

“You do.” Makoto agreed, keeping to herself any subconscious opinions she may or may not have had about how insanely fuckable Ann looked like that. Ann knew she looked good and clearly wanted to be told so, but maybe wouldn’t be quite so interested in hearing about how Makoto would be perfectly happy for her to bend her over the kitchen island right there and then and…

Ahem.

“I think you get my point.” Ann said, a slightly knowing sparkle in her eye giving the chilling impression that she maybe knew a little more of what was going on in Makoto’s mind than the flustered older girl would have liked. “Like, you’re a pretty girl Makoto, but nights like this aren’t just about looking good. It’s about being seen looking good.”

“I see.” Makoto said, somewhat awkwardly. This was so out of her field of expertise it was almost agonising, but she kinda understood where Ann was going with this. “So, uh…what would you suggest?”

Ann’s responding grin was both encouraging and somewhat ominous.

“Show me to your closet, and let me work.”

And go to work, she had. Amidst a blizzard of sighs, disbelieving questions, scattered praise and seemingly boundless energy, Ann had forged a path through the unforgiving terrain that was Makoto Niijima’s clothing collection, mixing and matching various pieces on the befuddled girl sat on the bed behind her. It was the first time Makoto had seen Ann like this, truly in her element and working with what she knew best, and she was rapidly coming to understand why Ann was rocketing up the fashion and modelling worlds as quickly as she was doing – even if her work ethic sometimes left a little to be desired, Ann knew her shit.

Somehow, amidst the classy desolation that was Makoto’s fashion sense (plus a couple of her own additions, and pieces she’d blatantly lifted from Sae’s old things when she thought Makoto wasn’t looking), Ann had managed to pull something together that seemed to suit the vibe she was intending for the night out. It was darker and much tighter than before, clinging to the curves and strength of Makoto’s body in a way she wasn’t entirely used to – and then there was the hint of toned midriff exposed in a pale strip that Makoto couldn’t help but notice Ann eyeing more than a couple of times. Her arms were bare and her legs clad in semi-sheer tights that didn’t quite make it to the short skirt fitted below a silver-studded thick belt around her waist, tied tight to highlight the width of her hips and the curve of her butt.

Quite frankly, Makoto didn’t know how to feel as she looked in the mirror. She could tell that, objectively speaking, she looked considerably more sexual than she ever had before – she just wasn’t sure how to respond to it. It felt tighter and clingier on her than even Queen’s old suit had, and the highlights of her pale skin against primarily dark clothes really drew the eye. Ann really was a miracle worker, it seemed…did she feel sexy? Makoto wasn’t sure she had it in her to actually feel sexy. She knew she looked good, though, which was as good a start as she could hope for.

She turned to face the room, pretending she hadn’t noticed the feel of Ann’s eyes burning into her ass. “OK, that done, ready to go?”

However, to Makoto’s trepidation, Ann didn’t look anywhere near finished. She was instead reaching into her seemingly bottomless handbag and pulling out small bottles and tiny brushes. She looked up to meet Makoto’s gaze, and the older girl felt a thrill of danger run down her spine at the slightly manic look in Ann’s eyes.

“You know I’ve wanted to try doing your makeup since the very first day you joined the Phantom Thieves, right?”

No matter how much Makoto had steeled herself, or how intensely Ann had coached her on the way over, she had in no way been prepared for the blast of noise that had hit her in the face the instant they’d walked through the door. It was loud and deep and pounding, running in a constant rhythm and thumping against Makoto’s ears, feeling like it was hammering at her very soul.

She recoiled from the sound, but collided with nothing except Ann, who laughed loudly and cheerfully as she caught Makoto and steered her forwards and into the club, leaving her skittish friend no possible angles of escape. It was dark and hot in here, flashes and swirls of light illuminating the room as Ann took command of the situation with effortless ease, practically dragging the paralysed Makoto out of the way of the foot traffic and into a darker corner.

“You OK?”

Makoto simply stared at her, eyes wide, looking like nothing more than a rabbit in the headlights. It was all too much, all too loud, all too overwhelming. She shouldn’t be here, she should go home, maybe do some reading, or some studying, spend time with her sister or, or do some of the jobs she still had to do…

“Makoto!” Ann called, her voice loud even over the pounding music. Makoto blinked out of her spiral, staring at Ann, her inner self at war over whether to flee back to her comfort zone. Somehow, Ann seemed to know what was going on, and put her hands on Makoto’s shoulders, providing a helpful grounding to the other girl as she sought to steady herself. She looked Makoto in the face, blue eyes bright and shining in the roaming lights. “You’re gonna do great, OK? Trust me.”

Blinking rapidly and still breathing fast, but forcing herself to calm down, Makoto managed a nod. She did trust Ann – for all her occasional airheaded moments and lack of situational awareness, the other girl really was one of the best judges of character that Makoto had ever met. If she said it would be fine, then it would be fine. No matter how much Makoto’s heart couldn’t decide if it wanted to beat in time with the music or just stop altogether in panic.

“You got this!” Ann encouraged, seemingly happy to wait and let Makoto take her time as she slowly worked her way back towards something approaching calm. She kept up the reassuring shoulder rubs and encouraging smiles, letting Makoto work through it in her own time. “You good?”

“Yeah…” Makoto said, then realised she’d have to be louder to be heard over the music. It was so loud…although not unpleasantly so once you got used to it. “So, uh, what do we do now that we’re here?”

“We have fun, Makoto!” Ann cheered, clapping and stepping back, looking ready to charge into the fray. When she saw that Makoto’s face remained as totally blank as before, she simply stopped and closed her eyes briefly for a moment again, before snapping back to her hundred-watt smile. “Wanna go dance?”

Makoto flinched away from the word like it had been a crack of Ann’s old Panther whip, her eyes widening in panic and hand coming to her mouth in shock. Not even the smooth sway of Ann’s demonstrating hips could distract her from the spike of panic that accompanied the suggestion…although they did make a very solid attempt at it. “I, uh, I couldn’t, I don’t, uh…”

“OK, that answers that.” Ann said decisively, turning to walk away but pointedly grabbing Makoto’s hand into a tight grip first before setting off into the crush of people around them. “Bar first!”

“Wait, the bar? But Ann, I don’t…I don’t really…”

Makoto’s complaints fell on deaf ears (possibly literally so given how close they were to the dancefloor now) as Ann pulled Makoto across the room, slipping around and through tight knots of clubbers like it was nothing, brightly greeting and chatting with people as she went. She was dancing a little as they went, swaying her hips and clicking her fingers, feeling the rhythm of the music, and Makoto was a little more distracted than she probably should have been by the sway of Ann’s rump in that very short skirt. The hem certainly seemed to be fluttering rather a lot, hinting at the pale curve that lay just underneath…

“OK!” Ann said brightly as they made it to the (mercifully slightly quieter) bar, depositing Makoto on one of the stools and hopping up alongside her. “So, what do you want?”

Makoto raised an eyebrow. “I assume if I say water, or a soft drink, you’re going to breezily ignore me and do something else anyway.”

“Yep! Love you too, Makoto.” Ann said, flagging down the barman with a fluttering of eyelashes and a charming smile and ordering some cocktails instead. “I know you don’t know a lot about what you like yet, but that’s cool. We can try a whole lot of them, see which ones speak to you the most. That way, the next time you’re asked by someone cool and pretty in a bar what they can buy you, you’ll actually have an answer!”

“I, uh, see.” Makoto said, not feeling quite as tense in the hot and pounding atmosphere of the club as she had previously, but still slightly bowled away by Ann’s energy. She was always bright and lively, but she almost seemed to be feeding off the wild energy of the room, drawing from the music and the crowds to hype herself up. It was both inspiring and a little bit intimidating. “Do you have a favourite, then?”

“Oh, I know exactly what I like.” Ann said with a wink, not breaking eye contact with Makoto for a second, and the poor girl felt a blush unwittingly creeping up her cheeks for reasons she couldn’t quite explain even to herself. “But I’m not gonna say anything yet, I want you to work out your preferences for yourself first.”

“Such consideration.” Makoto said dryly, then noticed the very large tray of cocktails being slid along the bar to them. “Uh, this is a lot of drinks, Ann.”

“Yep!” Ann said brightly, giving Makoto’s hand a squeeze and sizing up the raft of glasses before them. “Wanna give you as wide a range of options as possible. This is a big day for you, Makoto.”

“Not as big as tomorrow morning’s going to feel with this hangover.” Makoto muttered to herself, but mentally slapped herself for the negativity and forced herself to sit straighter upright. She owed it to Ann to at least try and show some of the same energy she was giving off in waves. “Uh, was this not quite expensive?”

“Oh yeah.” Ann said easily, closing her eyes and nodding her head a little with the rhythm of the music. “Nothing but the best for my Makoto, I’m not ordering that cheap stuff.”

“I appreciate the compliment,” Makoto said, her inner responsible self convulsing in agony from the financial wastage on display. “But I can’t just let you pay for everything! This is a lot of money!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that.” Ann said casually, waving her hand dismissively and grinning at her. “I paid with one of Haru’s cards.”

“Oh.” Makoto said idly, looking back at the drinks for a second. Then she did a double take. “You what? Ann, you didn’t…”

“I was a Phantom Thief too, Makoto.” Ann said teasingly, waggling her eyebrows, but when Makoto continued to look genuinely aghast, she rolled her eyes and just grinned wider. “She gave it to me. I mentioned we were doing this tonight and she insisted I take it. Said it was up to me to show you the best possible night I could, and that I should spare no expense in making that happen.”

“I see.” Makoto said, looking down at the bar for a second and idly scratching at the exposed strip of her stomach. She turned back to Ann, a tentative smile beginning to form as she threw herself on her friend’s mercy. “Shall we get started, then?”

Ann’s answering smile was blindingly bright as she reached immediately for the nearest drink.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that.”

Chapter Text

The night wore on in a deluge of alcohol, music, more alcohol, and more music. Ann and Makoto sat at the bar and tore their way through round after round of cocktails, the alcoholic burn sitting easier and easier with the straight-laced Makoto with each passing drink. They chatted and laughed, talking about everything and nothing, and Makoto felt herself relaxing into the mood of the club more and more by the minute, learning to feed off the energy of the room in the same way Ann did. Speaking of Ann, the model was practically glowing as she watched her friend loosening up, clearly delighted to be introducing this new world to her, and bringing her own energy higher and higher as she danced in her seat and flirted outrageously with the bartender, having the time of her life.

However, as Makoto looked around the room, her quite heavily inebriated mind couldn’t help but take note of something about the clientele here. She narrowed her eyes, squinting a little in the dark, the fog, and the blur of drink, taking a closer look at the crowds of happy, dancing people. There were a lot of men here, and a lot of women, skewing younger but of a whole variety of ages, but none of them seemed to be dancing with each other. Makoto frowned, scanning to see if she could spot a mixed-sex couple anywhere, but none were visible. It was almost like she’d been brought to a…

The realisation slammed into Makoto with all the shock of a physical blow, sending the drunk girl sideways and nearly falling off her stool. She gasped as a loudly laughing Ann caught her, none too steady herself as she pulled Makoto back to level, before lunging for where she roughly estimated Ann’s hand was and grabbing onto it tightly. She needed to know.

“Ann!” Makoto said, bright and loud and a not entirely steady look in her bright red-brown eyes as she did her best to fix her friend with an interrogating expression. “Did you bring me to a gay bar?”

“What?” Ann asked, not entirely present in the moment as she swayed in time with the music. Makoto repeated her question and this time Ann nodded, twintails bouncing around as she did so. “Oh, right. Yeah! It’s great in here, huh?”

“But I’m not gay!” Makoto said loudly, looking almost horror-struck at the idea of rules being broken as she clutched Ann’s hand. It was very important she make this very clear, apparently. Then something else occurred to her. “And neither are you! You and Ren had that whole thing, and you check guys out all the time!”

“Bisexuals are here too, Makoto!” Ann said bluntly, rolling her eyes a little in fond exasperation at her friend’s lack of comprehension. “I like both! Why limit yourself to just one or the other, you know?”

Makoto nodded for a moment, figuring that did make some sense. Then another realisation hit her, and she nearly fell off her stool again. “Wait, were you sleeping with Suzui?!”

Ann raised an eyebrow at Makoto’s near-hysterical shriek of shock, finishing off her latest cocktail. “I swear you are the only person left in Tokyo who could possibly be surprised by that! Even Ryuji worked that one out!”

Makoto let go of Ann’s hand and took refuge in her own drink, downing the entire cocktail in one and feeling the burn of alcohol down her neck. Her head was spinning, all the pieces being put together in a way that, in retrospect, was extremely obvious. She turned to look at Ann, her eyes wide and bearing unsteady. “But why am I here, though?”

“Because this way we can hang out and not have to worry so much about some guy trying to spike our drinks!” Ann said, sounding far too familiar with that risk for Makoto’s liking as she took another sip. “Besides, are you sure you don’t qualify to be here? No college stories to tell, no little tumbles to report? No happy little accidents that stuck in your mind ever since?”

For a moment, Makoto simply stared at Ann in total non-comprehension, her red-brown eyes glassy and blank even as the tipsy Ann smiled serenely at her. Then there was a loud gasp, and a look of complete and utter betrayal crossed Makoto’s pretty face. “Haru!”

“Don’t hold it against her, Makoto.” Ann said, patting her friend on the shoulder as Makoto sank her face into her hands, her cheeks burning red. “She was really very drunk when she let your little shared secret slip, and made me swear not to tell anyone. Made me swear on my life and everything…and this is Haru, so she coulda meant that very literally. Girl’s scary.”

“Oh god…” Makoto mumbled, her face still not leaving her hands as the (really quite drunk) girl rocked back and forth in her seat. “It was one time, it was just one time…”

“Everything starts with a first time, Makoto.” Ann said consolingly, her hand not leaving Makoto’s shoulder as she swiped up one of the remaining cocktails and downed it in one, slipping the other over to her friend before hopping up off her stool. “Right, with that out of the way, I think it’s dancing time. And you’re coming with me!”

“Am I?” Makoto said, finishing off the final remaining drink before turning around; Ann immediately had her hands around Makoto’s wrist, pulling her off the stool and to her feet. Makoto barely had time to adjust and steady herself before they were off and moving, Ann plunging them both deep into the crowd around the dancefloor without a hint of hesitation. “I guess I am.”

 Makoto really wasn’t sure how Ann managed to find a space for them amidst the chaos and cramp of a packed-out dancefloor, but she managed it somehow and now the two of them were facing each other, Ann swaying with the music and Makoto standing still as a statue, with zero idea of what to do next. The music was loud, so loud, pounding in Makoto’s ears and drowning out any attempt to think, the dancefloor airless and suffocating as couples and groups whirled and writhed around them. She could only stare at Ann, at those bright blue eyes, wordlessly asking for help. For encouragement. For something.

Fortunately, Ann it seemed was nothing if not generous today.

“Go on, Makoto!” she encouraged, swinging her hands around in Makoto’s, introducing some motion to her body whether she wanted it or not. Makoto began to move a little, letting the alcohol and the music carry her, lifting her higher and beyond her natural inhibitions. Her body began to feel the music, began to move with it, and Ann clapped and encouraged it, stepping back a little to give Makoto space and cheering her on. “That’s it, you’re getting it! Go, Makoto, go!”

It was, in a word, excruciating. Makoto was trying her hardest and was certainly letting go of her restraint, but it was becoming more apparent to her, Ann, and anyone else who cared to look that she was a truly terrible dancer. The closest thing she’d experienced to this kind of smooth rhythmic motion was her martial arts training…but rather than use that suppleness and practice and apply it to her dancing, Makoto’s instincts had apparently elected to just shortcut and treat martial arts and dancing as the same thing, to predictably grim results. It was sharp and angular, stiff and spiky, resembling combat moves more than a sultry and seductive dance, complete with punches, kicks, mimed elbow locks and harsh, jerking twists. Fortunately, Makoto was wasted enough that it didn’t really discourage her, but eventually Ann had to step in for fear of her injuring either someone else or herself.

“Alright, alright, hold it up there Miss Super Sentai.” Ann giggled, pulling Makoto in close and forcibly stopping her from doing any more by practically wrapping her own body around her. Makoto stilled, her drunk mind making her very aware of just how close Ann’s gorgeous face was to her own, and just how much Ann’s large bust was pressing into her own chest. Was that inappropriate for her to notice? She wasn’t sure. She was too drunk for this. “Not bad, girl. Loving the energy. Just, maybe smooth it out a little bit? Give it a bit more flow and a bit less ‘attack’.”

“Easy for you to say.” Makoto mumbled into Ann’s shoulder, not consciously admitting to enjoying the warm squish of Ann’s chest against her own, but not shying away from it either. “Not everyone has supermodel style, Ann.”

“You could absolutely be a model if you wanted to.” Ann said, leaning close to Makoto’s ear to be heard over the music, her hands resting firmly on Makoto’s wide hips as if she were including them in her point. “All you need to do is say the word, and I can call people. You’d kill out there.”

Makoto snorted. “Model or otherwise, I think it’s fair to say dancing might be beyond me.”

“Not so fast!” Ann said brightly, her grip on Makoto’s hips like a vice, not letting her go. “We can fix this. You just have to let me do my thing, OK?”

Makoto blinked, and for a moment she was just looking into Ann’s eyes. Red-brown into blue, flushed faces so close. Then she nodded. “OK.”

For a time, Ann didn’t really do anything in particular. She simply swayed and rolled to the rhythm of the music, loud and thumping in their ears, her hands resting on Makoto, slowly bringing her into the rhythm. Makoto’s body instinctively tried to repeat before, to chase the music and almost beat it into submission, but Ann’s soft hands and firm grip were enough to temper her, moving her movements instead to something more fluid, more smooth, more relaxed. Ann’s body was so close to Makoto now, soft and curvy, her bare stomach flushed and shining with sweat in the heat of the dancefloor as she danced with Makoto, pulling her friend into the spiral, slowly introducing her to the dance.

“Am I getting it?” Makoto asked, still so very close to Ann’s face now even as her hips began to sway in natural time, fluid and smooth, wide and eye-catching.

“You keep dancing like that and you’ll be getting it, alright…” Ann said, and Makoto wasn’t entirely clear if that was actually meant for her to hear or just her drunk friend talking to herself, but now Ann was changing it up. Her hips were rolling and gyrating now, swaying all the way around as she fixed Makoto with a sultry expression that had the girl blushing on sight. “Let’s take it to the next level, shall we?”

“Next level?” Makoto squeaked, but before she could do much more than that Ann was stepping back and moving, her entire body swaying sinuously in a seductive, feline manner that was doing things for Makoto. Her hips were rolling and her chest was bouncing distractingly under that crop top, the hem of her tiny skirt fluttering and showing hints of pale upper thigh and pert curve with each grind of her body. “Oh, I, uh, I don’t…”

“Don’t worry, Makoto.” Ann said, her voice lower and smoother now as she swayed and rolled in seductive waves, her twintails flying and her face flushed and shining with sweat. She looked stunning, and Makoto wasn’t sure if she should tell her so. She kinda wanted to, though. “Just let me handle it. Go with the rhythm and let me work.”

True to instruction, it was all Makoto could to do to stand there and sway to the rhythm as Ann turned and suddenly her back was pressed against Makoto’s front, the curve of Ann’s ass pressed against Makoto’s crotch. Ann was taller than Makoto so it was a little bit tricky to find the right positioning, but then her hands were slapping down and grabbing at Makoto’s, pulling them to rest on Ann’s gyrating hips.

“Just hold me.” Ann murmured, turning her head and almost moaning into Makoto’s ear. “Make me feel sexy.”

Makoto would have told her that Ann didn’t need any help at all with looking or feeling sexy, but then Ann began to grind and she completely lost the power of speech. She could only stare, her hands holding tight to Ann’s hips, as the blonde supermodel began to drop and roll herself back, her body pressing and writhing against Makoto, her back curving and rolling against her. Makoto felt like she was about to explode, but acceded to Ann’s advice and let the loud, pounding music flow through her, drowning out her doubts and flooding her instead with the passion of the moment. Her hands began to run up and down Ann’s sides as the taller girl rolled her hips and pressed the soft curve of her ass against Makoto’s crotch, her fingers digging into the smooth, flat planes of Ann’s stomach and flexing around her tiny waist. Makoto was almost full-blown fondling Ann now as her friend grinded against her, both of them almost completely lost to the heat of the moment.

“Oh fuck.” Makoto whispered, her face flushed a darker red than it had ever been as Ann practically slutted herself out in front of her, unable to handle the most gorgeous girl she’d ever met rubbing and grinding on her like this. Ann’s soft ass was pressing against her again, and Makoto could feel a fire in her own belly growing to meet it – whether Ann knew it or not, it was almost like she was seducing her, and Makoto had very little by way of resistance to such techniques. “Oh god, Ann, oh fuck…”

The music was loud and pumping, the beat crashing out over and over and over, the two friends clinging closer and closer all the time as they drowned in the sound and the heat and the dance. Ann was practically fucking herself back against Makoto’s crotch now, the older girl losing more and more of her dignity by the minute as she dry-humped against Ann’s ass, her hands roaming up and down the lean, exposed form. But then Ann gave a particularly deep roll, and Makoto’s hand slipped up her chest and took a big handful of soft, full breast, and they both froze.

Why Makoto did what she did next, she wasn’t sure. Whether it was fuelled by the alcohol, or the music, or the incontestable arousal now burning between her legs, Makoto didn’t know. But instead of letting go, she squeezed. She squeezed, and Ann’s lips parted in what sounded very much like an aroused moan, and then things were suddenly happening very, very fast.

Like a very, very sexy ghost, Ann slipped free from Makoto’s grip and suddenly she was behind her, hands coming to rest on Makoto’s hips and her breasts pressing into Makoto’s back. Makoto felt the blush on her cheeks get deeper still as Ann practically engulfed her, taller and curvier and alight with confidence, her chin coming to rest on Makoto’s shoulder, her mouth pressed to her ear.

“Can you do that for me?” Ann murmured, her voice husky and deep. “You saw what I did, can you do it? You’ll feel so sexy Makoto, I promise.”

 And do it, Makoto did. She couldn’t quite believe it herself, but the alcohol and the pounding heat and sound spurred her on and didn’t allow her to protest, and she began to roll her hips in the same way Ann had, dipping herself down and grinding back against Ann’s crotch. She didn’t even have the mental bandwidth to feel awkward about it – she was so drunk, and so in the moment, and so turned on, that all she could do was roll and flex, rubbing her rounded ass against Ann’s thighs and crotch in the same way the younger girl had done. Ann let out an appreciative whistle and Makoto felt the praise rocket straight to her head, her blush deepening and arousal catching fire, giving her a burgeoning confidence to get more daring with it, rolling her hips deeper, pushing back harder, slowing her motions and milking the moment a little bit more.

Then Ann’s hands came to rest on her body, and it all got so much better.

If Makoto had thought the situation had been seductive before when it was her touching Ann, it was barely a blip on the radar compared to what was happening now. Ann’s hands were suddenly everywhere, slippery and firm and rubbing against Makoto’s stomach, her thighs, her back, her ass. Makoto couldn’t help but let out a low moan as she worked herself up and down against Ann, her back straight and pressing into Ann’s tits, lifting above her head and back to grab at Ann’s hair. She didn’t know what she was doing now, this was all too much, it was hot and seductive and far too much to even be thinking about. All she knew was Ann, and Ann’s hands, and how they were dancing across her body and making her feel alive in a way she’d never experienced before. Her fingers were digging into Makoto’s thighs, testing the strong muscle at the bare skin between tights and skirt, and then they were roaming up further still, slipping under the hem of Makoto’s skirt, well past the bounds of deniability as they pushed closer and closer…

Makoto threw back her head onto Ann’s shoulder with a cry, heady and overcome and turned on beyond belief. She barely knew what was going on before Ann was grabbing her head and turning it to face her, Makoto’s overwhelmed and desperate gaze meeting Ann’s lust-blown pupils and flushed face. Makoto didn’t really know what she was doing, but she was pushing forwards, and she was kissing Ann, and suddenly the heat in the room felt magnified a hundredfold.

Makoto wasn’t sure how long she and Ann stayed there like that, lips joined and tongues slipping together, her body splayed back against Ann, Ann’s fingers roaming around under her skirt in a way that would have been very obvious to anyone looking. But then they broke apart, and Makoto was turning around, and Ann had her hands on Makoto’s arms, her face flushed red and eyes bright. She looked incredible.

Their eyes met. Ann raised her eyebrows.

“Bathroom?”

“God yes.”

Chapter Text

They had received no shortage of knowing looks from the other patrons as they’d stumbled their way to the bathrooms, all red faces and shaking legs and roaming hands, but not even Makoto had noticed, too wrapped up in Ann and everything about her. They’d gotten sidetracked kissing again more than once even in that relatively short trip, one of Ann or Makoto pinning the other to the wall and jamming their lips together for another one of those kisses that Makoto was starting to feel that she needed more than air itself, but they’d finally made it there.

The stall slammed open with a crash as the two girls stumbled through it, already wrapped up in each other all over again as they clumsily fumbled through the door and pushed it shut behind them, their kisses now a near-constant stream of low moans and huffed mumbles, their hands roaming shamelessly over each other.

“Fuck, Makoto.” Ann gasped, as Makoto surged into another kiss, pressing her into the wall with an assertive energy she didn’t know she possessed, pressing her lips against the side of Ann’s neck and sucking away. “You little slut…”

“You did this to me.” Makoto slurred, the alcohol feeling more present than ever in her system as she drank her fill of Ann’s gorgeous face and incredible figure, her hand coming up and giving another firm grope to Ann’s breast. “Being so sexy and, and nice, and sexy…”

“Real smooth talker, too.” Ann snarked fondly, pushing Makoto down so she landed on the toilet seat, Ann looming over her with a broad, hungry grin on her face. “But let’s get you doing a little more than talking, shall we?”

“Aaaaannnnnn…” Makoto moaned, as Ann spread her legs as she splayed across the toilet seat, taking shameless gropes of her powerful thighs while she was at it. Makoto’s eyes threatened to roll back as her world tilted very suddenly, her hand coming up to grope at her own breast as her body thrummed with need. “Y-you’re, you’re so good…”

“I haven’t even done anything yet, Makoto.” Ann teased, running a finger up Makoto’s stomach and testing the dips of her abdominals. She pushed her hand up inside Makoto’s shirt and shamelessly enjoyed the feel of tense, lean muscle for a moment, before slipping down and pulling Makoto’s panties aside. “But if you think I’m good now, just wait until I try this.”

Ann’s thumbs were rolling in small circles along the inside of Makoto’s inner thighs now, testing the trembling limbs, so close and yet so far from where Makoto needed them so badly to be. But then her finger was slipping inside, long and sleek and pushing deep, and Makoto cried out in pleasure as she felt the warm intrusion, pressing gently against pleasure points and slipping past her folds. But then Ann withdrew her finger after only a couple of pumps, ostentatiously bringing it to her mouth, licking it clean of every last bit of Makoto’s arousal, all while not breaking eye contact. It was an obscenely slutty gesture, something that she would never have expected to see from anyone, let alone Ann Takamaki.

Poor Makoto felt like her head was about to explode. “Holy shit…”

Ann didn’t give much of a response to Makoto’s whispered declaration. She simply leant forwards, her mouth coming tantalisingly close to Makoto’s puffy pink slit but not quite connecting…then looked up with a grin. “Hands behind your head.”

Makoto’s expression was stricken, her mouth slack, her thighs shaking violently at the promising of such pleasure only to be held off. “W-what?”

“You heard me. Hands behind your head.” Ann said again, smiling wider. “Trust me, it’s gonna be so much fun.”

Totally lost and bewildered but far too drunk and aroused to question it, Makoto quickly pushed her hands behind her head – she saw Ann eyeing the resulting flex of her biceps and briefly wondered if that was why she’d insisted on it. “Is that good?”

Ann’s smile widened a little, and her fingers flexed around Makoto’s thighs, testing the strength of her grip and getting another squeeze in. She nosed at Makoto’s innermost thigh, her teeth lightly grazing soft, pale skin, drawing another shiver of need from the poor, whimpering girl. “It’s so good, Makoto. You’re so good.”

“I-I’m glad to hear it.” Makoto said, her voice shaky as her body quaked, desperate for Ann. “S-so is there anything you want me to do n- fuck!”

The loud swear slipped free from the classy girl’s mouth without any resistance whatsoever, Ann’s tongue parting her folds and slipping deep with a long, languid motion. Makoto’s hands clenched instinctively behind her head as a wave of purest pleasure ripped through her like a physical blow, but Ann’s grip on her thighs was as firm as it was gentle, preventing her from going very far.  Makoto could only groan and moan as she thrashed about, held in place throughout as Ann’s mouth worked to rip her to pieces, hot and wet and good. The refined and dignified girl was left entirely wordless and overcome as she shook and swayed in place, her modest chest pushing out as she arched her back, eyes threatening to roll back once again, her entire body shaking.

“A-Ann, fuck, please…”

Ann’s technique was, from Makoto’s extremely limited experience, exceptional – first her tongue moved in tight circles across Makoto’s clit, swirling over and over and sending hot waves of bliss ripping through the whining, keening girl, before she would drop back slightly and push her tongue inside her pussy instead, parting the slick folds and lapping at the gushing arousal. Back and forth, back and forth, keeping Makoto’s body constantly guessing, her hips bucking wildly and grinding her cunt against Ann’s face, desperately seeking the blissful friction that her friend was cruelly denying her. Ann’s pressure was constant and unrelenting – she would tease and press, building Makoto towards a climax with flirty looks and flattering winks, only to drop back and slow down every time, letting the pressure subside, and then patiently begin building all over again. It was a delicious kind of agony.

Makoto had never felt so desperate to cum in her entire life. She was sweating and moaning, the grimy bathroom feeling hot and airless around her, her hands still clenched behind her head with a white-knuckled grip of iron. Her toes curled inside her boots and her legs locked tight, her chest heaving with her erratic breathing, her soft breasts jiggling and nipples standing rock-hard inside her bra. Sweat dripped off both girls in droves as Ann licked Makoto out, close and dirty and intimate and something that Makoto had unknowingly needed. She jerked and trembled under Ann’s touch, the inexperienced girl falling apart instantly under her command; she begged, she moaned, she whimpered and wailed, crying out in the purest of pleasures as her gorgeous friend pleasured her.

“Ann! Please!” Makoto begged, her voice wavering with each swipe of Ann’s tongue, both from inebriation and from astonishing arousal. “Just let me cum, please let me cum, I, just, please, I, fuck!”

Makoto had her back to the toilet now, splayed and sprawled out in the least dignified position imaginable. Ann’s tongue was gone but now she had two fingers inside Makoto, long and slow and surprisingly precise, pumping in and out, in and out. Makoto thrashed and moaned, and Ann’s other hand tracked up her body, tracing the lines of her abdominals again before slipping up inside her shirt and cupping around her breast.

“One for one.” Ann winked, squeezing at Makoto’s breast just as Makoto had done for hers. There wasn’t anywhere near as much to work with, but she made it work regardless, Makoto letting out a low cry as the soft, pale flesh hummed with pleasure, adding to the growing firestorm of lust between her legs.

“F-fuck…” Makoto gasped, the deep shivers of lust and need in her tortured body growing more powerful still as she surrendered completely to Ann’s touch, her overwhelmed gaze staring up at her friend. Her gorgeous, seductive, terrible influence of a friend. “A-Ann…”

Makoto’s voice was thick and overwhelmed as Ann’s fingers pinched at her nipple. Makoto didn’t have time to cry out in response before Ann’s lips were wrapping around her clit, soft warmth encasing the sensitive bud before there was a gentle suck, and her world collapsed into white-hot pleasurable nothingness.

If Makoto had had any breath left, she would have screamed as the orgasm finally slammed into her with all the force of a rockslide. As it was, her back violently jerked away from the toilet in a thrashing paroxysm of pleasure, choked cries ripping free from her throat as she jerked and locked up, her wild lashings out contained by the cramped, tiny space of the bathroom cubicle. Her eyes were screwed shut and her body was on fire, wave after wave of pleasure washing through her, her hips bucking uncontrollably, her thighs locking around Ann’s head. After colliding with seemingly every surface near her, Makoto’s fire finally began to sputter and she folded back onto the toilet seat like a dead weight, boneless and trembling as Ann continued to work her fingers and tongue with terrifyingly expert skill, making sure to work her right the way through what had already been the strongest orgasm of her entire life.

It took what felt like a lifetime, but eventually the mindless blur of white-hot pleasure finally began to lessen, Makoto’s hands splayed wildly against the walls of the cubicle, her bare skin glistening with sweat and arousal as her outfit looked soaked through. She could barely believe herself – crashed out over the toilet in the bathroom of a gay bar, having just had a screaming orgasm from another woman licking her out. What the hell was this?

Whatever it was, Makoto knew she needed more of it. Much more.

“So, what did you think?” Ann asked, a teasing glint in her eyes as she helped Makoto straighten up a bit, folding her arms back into a more dignified position and looking more like she had sat down than collapsed in a heap. “Not bad for a ‘not gay’ girl, right?”

“OK, point made…” Makoto slurred, fighting off a wave of sleepiness as her afterglow set in hard. She looked up at Ann, her eyes shining. “I…god, thank you, Ann. I don’t know what to sa-”

“Well you don’t have to say anything.” Ann said brightly, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Makoto’s forehead. “But there’s something you could do for me, if you’re feeling up to it.”

Makoto felt a hungry grin curling at her lips, her tiredness being blinked away as she looked up at Ann through heavy-lidded eyes. “Oh? And what would that be?”

Ann pulled up her crop top and dropped her bra, revealing her tits – even bigger than Makoto remembered them, soft and heavy and with pink nipples stiff and aroused. If that weren’t mouthwatering enough, she followed it up by hiking up her tiny skirt and dropping her panties immediately, presenting Makoto with the most delectable sight of all – a wet pink slit, arousal-swollen lips, surrounded by soft, neat dark hair.

Makoto licked her lips, and Ann stepped forward with a giggle, pressing her cunt right against Makoto’s face as she sat there in the dingy nightclub bathroom. As Makoto got right to licking, listening closely to Ann’s little squeals and moans, she felt herself laughing too, happy and excited.

Maybe she should try going clubbing more often, after all...