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In the dimly lit bathroom, Ianthe felt the bass of the EDM rather than heard it, the rhythmic pulse giving the second cigarette of her break a lovely, trashy ambience to go along with the flickering and buzzing of the shoddy overhead lighting that bathed the tile with purple. She'd been leaning against the sink for a while as the paper burnt down to the filter, contemplating her evening, when five foot eleven of bemuscled, eager-to-please dyke bumbled her way in with an expression like a puppy trying to solve a hard sum.
“You've been gone a bit.” she offered, as explanation for her presence.
“Well,” Ianthe began, making intense eye contact as she took a long drag. “Menthols. They were so delicious, I found myself lost in the pleasure of it all for a moment.“
Gideon nodded, then stood there. A moment passed with nothing but tense air and the lingering smell of smoke.
“Well then.” Ianthe drawled. “Are you coming over here or do you intend to keep me waiting.“
She walked over to the closest stall and sat down on the closed toilet like it was a throne.
Gideon’s approach was almost timid, her large form taking small steps toward the open stall in which Ianthe sat, legs wide and reclined, looking for all the world like the queen of the filth surrounding them.
“ There's a good girl” Ianthe cooed. She reached out, grabbed Gideon’s chin and pulled her close as if about to kiss her. Taking one final drag, Ianthe blew smoke into Gideon's face before flicking the spent butt onto the floor with the others. Gideon tried and failed to keep herself from coughing, her hands balled up tight in the hem of her shirt. Ianthe closed the distance, licking across her lips from chin to nose before yanking her into a searing kiss. If Gideon had been able to coherently think, she would probably have been ashamed at the pitch of her desperate whine, until Ianthe taking her swollen lip between her teeth shut her up.
“Well then, babe.” Ianthe said, spittle covering her mouth like a starving animal. “I think you've been on your feet for long enough. “
And she fell to her knees in reverence.
Ianthe's dress already didn't leave much to the imagination. The pale gold clung to her hips and draped over shoulders in a daring, plunging v-neck that screamed to look at her. Gideon's hands hiked the fabric up as she groped Ianthe's thighs and nuzzled against her, worrying her already-bruised lip and looking up with a desperate need to serve plastered on her face.
The straps of Ianthe's pale lace thong rode high on her hips, and Gideon found her hands firmly gripping her ass as she pressed her face into the small patch of pre on Ianthe's bulge and inhaled deeply, pressing a few fervent kisses for good measure as a low, throaty moan slipped its way out of her.
“Please, let me-” Gideon didn't look up as she begged, she just nuzzled against Ianthe as her panties tented. “I'll. I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, I'll do anything.” Her words blended together as she mumbled, waiting for the go-ahead to begin her worship. Ianthe nodded.
Shaking hands tugged Ianthe's underwear aside and freed her, and Gideon sighed appreciatively as she took in the sight.
“Hi there” she whispered, pressing it to her cheek and then kissing the base of her shaft. She looked up with very deliberate eye contact as she ran her tongue long the entire length and took the head into her mouth. Closing her eyes, she grabbed Ianthe's cock and began to stroke it as she worked her tongue under her foreskin, teasing the glans in slow circles. She moaned low, braced herself and tried to take as much of it in as she could.
To Gideon's credit, she only choked twice. Ianthe's breaths became laboured as she was throated, her fingers tangled in Gideon's ginger mop as she began to buck her hips in time to her enthusiastic sucking. It didn't take long for Ianthe's patience to disappear entirely and tighten her grip, yanking Gideon's hair roughly as she devolved into fully fucking her mouth. Gideon sputtered, unable to form words, and her own grip on Ianthe scrambled, dragging her nails down from ass to thigh, hard enough to leave angry red welts.
Ianthe's climax came with a scream. Sunk hilt deep, she saw white as she came down Gideon's throat, who was eagerly swallowing as if her life depended on it. Ianthe fell back with a deep exhale and once again sat reclined in the cubicle, catching her breath. Opening her eyes for the first time in a moment, she looked down at her conquest and took in the sight.
Gideon was on her knees, still, hair a tangled mess and her eyes were half-lidded and unfocused. There was enough saliva running down her chin to threaten her nice new jacket, and there were a few stray droplets of cum on her lips. Much to Ianthe's amusement, Gideon also had one hand buried down the front of her cargos, but was too cock-drunk to notice.
“I'll allow it this time, babe, but in future you should
really
ask me first.” Gideon looked confused for a second before following Ianthe's gaze down and panickedly yanking her hand free. She was about to wipe it off on her trousers but couldn't evade Ianthe, who grabbed it with more force than you'd expect of her wiry frame. She regarded Gideon's fingers for a moment, slick and shiny, before taking them into her mouth to suck them clean. Gideon still hadn't found her voice, but the shade of red she turned was as good a reaction as Ianthe could have hoped for. Letting Gideon's hand drop to her lap, she reached out to cup her cheek and smiled at her.
“So you can be good for me. I rather like this side of you, you know. Eager to please and under my thumb.” To illustrate this, she ran her own thumb across Gideon's lips, parting them and coaxing her mouth to open wider.
“You did good. I'm proud of you.” She said. Then she spat into Gideon's mouth, leaned in and licked the last remnants of her orgasm from her lips. Ianthe kissed her once more, briefly but with another throaty hum of appreciation and enough tongue to imply she enjoyed the taste of herself. Standing, she rearranged her panties, smoothed down her dress (which had of course somehow remained immaculate), and began to walk out. Hesitating in the doorway, she looked back over her shoulder.
“Are you coming?”
“Thank you.” Gideon answered. Then, sated, she got to her feet and began to scamper along in pursuit.