Party's getting hot!

Sandy showed up to the bar in her usual party outfit—heels like blades and a dress that clung like it meant it. Madison caught her eye right away. The brunette had been watching her all night, and Sandy noticed. Drinks barely touched the table before Madison leaned in, hands already curious. Sandy kissed back hard, pulled Madison closer, and the two of them stopped caring who else was around. They found a corner, hands under clothes, mouths busy, hips grinding slow then faster. The music kept going, but their focus stayed on each other—blonde against brunette, every move a little more urgent, a little wetter, a little louder than the last.