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Bette Porter had felt a chill running down her spine and swore she could feel the hairs in her neck rising. Confused and curious, she turned around. She searched the crowd for the cause of this intense feeling when she laid her eyes on a blonde. This blonde was easily the sexiest woman in the club. She wasn’t one of those who danced with every girl that asked her – she had noticed a few women coming by the table, addressing this blonde, only to be quickly dismissed.

The blonde sat at a table with her friends, but didn’t seem to be engaging in conversation. Instead, she was looking around and as of late, at her. She was about to get rid of the redhead who hadn’t taken no for an answer with some lame excuse when she saw the blonde standing up and approaching her.

Bette turned to the redhead and said: “You’re sorry, but you need to use the bathroom.”

The girl looked up in confusion. “What?”

Bette looked around to make sure the blonde was really coming in her direction. When this was confirmed, she spoke to the redhead again. “I said you have to use the bathroom,” Bette repeated, a cold undertone in her voice. Luckily, the girl understood she wasn’t wanted any longer – she had in fact never been, but she was oblivious to this. She walked away disappointedly.

The brunette scanned the room to see where Helena was, but couldn’t find her. She was probably keeping busy with some hot girl. They’d probably meet each other in the next couple of days, so Bette didn’t feel the urge to go looking for her. Not when there was a chance she’d take the hot stuff that was coming towards her home.

Bette now started walking in the blonde’s direction, making sure to emphasize the swagger of her hips. She chuckled softly as she saw the blonde raising her eyebrows at this.

They met each other in the middle and without saying a word, they started dancing together. The blonde didn’t seem to have any inhibitions as she placed a hand on Bette’s shoulders, making sure to make eye contact. She danced to the music, making sure her body made contact with the beauty in front of her. When Tina turned around, grinding her body into Bette’s, Bette rested her hands on the blonde’s hips. She resisted the urge to kiss the beautiful blonde’s neck and sighed as she looked at the cleavage from this very interesting point of view. It had been a long time since she had wanted a woman this much. She was always up for it, but to actually be this horny by the sight of a potential bed partner – with all her clothes on…