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“Come on, birthday girl!” Octavia said, dragging Lexa out of the cab.
Lexa rolled her head on her shoulders and looked back at Anya.
“You’re a little too excited for someone who’s supposedly straight, Oc,” Anya commented with a smirk.
Octavia didn’t miss a beat, “These are some of the hottest girls in all of LA, even I might be persuaded to switch teams.”
The comment was enough to send Lexa and Anya into a laughing frenzy, which if truth be told stung Octavia a little.
“Just because I haven’t gotten on my knees for every girl who looks my way, unlike the two of you, doesn’t mean I’m not interested,” she spat back.
Lexa left Octavia and Anya to their bickering and handed her ID to the bouncer at the front door. He looked her in the eyes and with a grunt, took her hand and stamped “The Ark” on the inside of her wrist.
Once inside, the three girls froze under the dark lighting and took it all in. With no shortage of dancing, almost naked girls on tables in front of ancient looking men, they felt out of place. Octavia, determined to give her best friend the best birthday possible, pulled them towards the bar. The friendliest face Octavia could find on their approach was the only female behind the bar.
“What can I get you ladies?” the dark-haired bartender asked.
Her name tag said Raven.
“Well Raven,” Octavia started, leaning on the bar. “It’s my friend Lexa’s 25th birthday tonight and I’m looking for the best girl you have to give her a good time.”
Raven soaked Octavia’s features in, focusing most of her attention on the girl’s painted red lips, before answering.
“You’re gonna want her,” she said, pointing to a blonde on the other side of the floor. “She’s by the far the second prettiest girl in this place, besides you of course.”
Anya rolled her eyes and Lexa chuckled before turning around to look at the blonde in question.
“She’ll give Lexa the ride of her life,” Raven finished.
She’s a goddess.
It was literally the only cohesive thought inside Lexa’s head as she watched the blonde make her way up the silver pole.
Lexa was seated in the middle of their secluded area, with Octavia and Anya on either sides of her.
The blonde slid down the pole, her legs spread wide, eye level to a breathless Lexa.
Octavia wasn’t lying earlier, Lexa had had her fair share of LA’s lesbian population. There was something about being a song writer that made girls flock to her bed. But none of them had ever captured her attention like this blonde in front of her.
It was the blue in her eyes and the life they encapsulated. Lexa knew she was different from the other girls in this strip club. She wasn’t doing this because she had no other choice, she enjoyed it.
Lexa watched golden waves fall over the girl’s shoulders as she threw her back. She let herself imagined what it’d be like to bury herself between those thighs. As if the blonde was reading her mind, she carefully hooked a heel behind Lexa’s neck and pulled her into her leather-clad center. After a couple moments of Lexa not being able to remember her own name, a black spike of the blonde’s heel pushed her back into a sitting position.
The girl finished on the pole and crawled across the floor to Lexa, letting her long waves fall around her shoulders. When she reached the birthday girl, she spread Lexa’s legs, and made her way up the brunette’s body.
She reached Lexa’s neck and whispered, “Enjoying yourself, Lexa?” Lexa swallowed audibly and nodded, badly wishing she was allowed to touch her. The blonde placed herself in Lexa’s lap, hooking her legs behind Lexa’s back. She leaned her weight back on her hands and pulled Lexa’s legs apart again, allowing herself to drop between them a little. The sudden movement startled Lexa and she found her hand on the blonde’s arm. Blue eyes met Lexa’s green and the blonde smirked before pushing her upper body backwards and head parallel to the floor.
Lexa’s eyes widened as she gazed down to the strong, pulsing thighs around her. The girl pulled herself back up and bounced wildly in Lexa’s lap, blonde hair shielding them from Octavia and Anya’s view.
The blonde smiled when her movements elicited the tiniest moan out of Lexa’s mouth.
Octavia and Anya smirked at each other and air high-fived. Raven set down three shots of tequila next to the girls.
Clearing her throat, “Hey Clarke, should we give Lexa her birthday present?”
Clarke. Her name is Clarke.
“I think she’s earned it,” Clarke said, eyeing Lexa.
Raven carefully placed Lexa’s shot in Clarke’s cleavage.
“Drink up, birthday girl.”
Lexa was aware of two things: She owed Octavia big time and she was so very wet.