Christina spun around in her chair, then dropped the pair of false eyelashes she’d been holding onto the floor. “Shit!” She bent down to retrieve them.
Pink laughed and walked further into the room, closing the door behind her. “Not quite the reception I was expecting.”
Christina blushed, a lock of platinum hair falling in her eyes. Pink reached over to brush it away, and Christina caught her hand. “What if someone sees you?” she hissed.
“I’ll tell them I’m just here to support my dear friend Christina in her plight to be a stripper. They’ll buy it.”
“Burlesque performer,” Christina said, “And I meant, what if someone sees you in that outfit?” She looked Pink up and down, taking in the black lace bra, the short black leather miniskirt, the high black boots, then looked away when she caught Pink’s eye. And her smirk.
Pink shrugged. “Hey, it’s a ‘burlesque performance’. I blend right in. I mean, shit, baby. You had stars on your nipples.”
“Oh, you noticed?” Christina arched an eyebrow.
“I always notice your nipples.” Pink slid to her knees and then leaned in close to bite at them, growling. Christina squealed and jerked back in her chair.
“Hey, none of that. People keep wandering back here, and I don’t think either of us really want to get caught,” Christina said, softening it with a kiss.
When she pulled back, Pink’s mouth was smeared shiny bright magenta from her lip gloss. Pink licked it off. “Like I care. Half the world thinks I’m a dyke, anyway. And mmm. Strawberry.”
“Well, them knowing you’re a dyke is different than a picture of us in the tabloids with my nipple between your teeth.”
“Then can I have something else between my teeth?” Pink grinned and slid her hands up Christina’s thighs, twisting her fingers into the fringe on Christina’s panties.
“No!” Christina shrieked, but she was grinning, too. “You’ll just have to wait a little bit longer. You insatiable little slut.”
“I’m the slut? I wasn’t the one shaking my glittery ass up onstage tonight.”
“You liked it.” Christina crossed her legs, trapping Pink’s hand between them.
“I did,” Pink agreed. “Especially the part with the whip. And hey. From the feel of it, so did you.” She pressed her fingers against Christina’s crotch, laughing when the other girl squealed and pulled her hand away.
“Oh. You bitch.” Pink just laughed harder. Christina threw her hand down and sighed. “Shit. We’re not waiting til we get to my house, are we?”
“You can. I’m not.” Pink stood up and kissed her, hard, wrapping her hand around a fistful of Christina’s hair.
Christina kissed back for a moment, then moaned and pulled away. “Fine. But if we get caught with your teeth around my…whatever, then your PR is covering it. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” Pink said, and leaned back in for another kiss.