"Business" Dinner

"Nnn..."

Mercy's cheeks flared up as she felt Angel's hand give her breast a squeeze. Her lips opened and she exhaled and her movements changed from side to side grinding to lifting her butt up and undulating it against Angel's lap.

Her free hand came down and she grabbed onto Angel's wrist, not wanting to lose the tight contact of their bodies pressing together.

"Y-you d-do?" Mercy said as Angel's hand slid off her chest. "But... you're body is way nicer." Mercy said shyly, cheeks still flushed as she kept her head pressed against Angel's body. "B-but, it's hard for me to see... you know?" Mercy said and closed her eyes. "M-maybe I could get a better look... " Mercy paused and squeezed Angel's wrist, pressing it against her waist. She closed her eyes and thought about not saying what she was saying, but the haze, the music, the alcohol, Angel's body and scent, made that such an impossible task.

"Lllater?"

If it wasn't for the alcohol, and the heavy atmosphere of the club, and the fact that hadn't gotten laid in a very, very long time, Angel might have had reservations about her current situation. She might have hesitated, or decided against her actions. She was caught up in the moment, though. She was tipsy and horny and the music was getting to her and Mercy was definitely cute enough for her tastes.

She leaned in closer, putting her lips right beside Mercy's ear. She whispered to her, her voice soft and sultry and eager, giving the woman another squeeze against herself.

"Later, then. We'll both get a better look later, chica. Definitely..."