I Get Off

"What do you mean you don't 'do' bachelor parties?!"

Aria didn't answer at first, partly due to her focus on the music that was playing in her ear, and partly because she wasn't in the mood for this particular conversation with Sonata at this time. She was tired, as was normally the case after work, and she was banking on her roommate being out with whichever boy she had around her finger for this particular week so she could relax and sulk, just like she had been for the past few months. Unfortunately, fate seemed to defy those hopes, leaving Aria irate, exhausted, and just about ready to dive through a plate glass window.

So it was a typical Friday, as it turned out.

"I don't know how else to phrase that," said Aria with a shrug. "I don't do bachelor parties. Not my thing."

"How do you know? You've never been to one!" Sonata Dusk was, as well as being Aria's best friend, her precise opposite in just about every way. Whereas Aria tended to see the glass as half empty, Sonata was just happy to have a glass of water in the first place. Aria was perpetually irked, whereas Sonata very rarely left home without her smile. And, while Sonata was very social, bringing home a new boyfriend or FWB every other week, Aria… Aria wasn't so lucky.

"Never been stabbed before, pretty sure I'd hate that shit," snorted Aria. She turned on her bed, keeping her back to the wall and peering at Sonata from over her phone. Though they were lucky enough to be able to afford a two-bedroom apartment between the pair of them, the two often found themselves hanging out in Aria's room due to its larger size and the fact that Sonata often needed to use Aria's computer for work and class.

"You're so dramatic. Not to mention boring!" complained Sonata. She spun idly in Aria's computer chair, occasionally pausing to check her email and social media accounts when she rotated around to face the screen again. "Only you would compare a bitching party to getting stabbed."

"Look, I had a long day and—"

"Yeah, and the best cure for that is to have some fun! Come on, Flash only gets the one bachelor party. Well, we hope he only gets one, anyway."

"I barely know Flash, and I'm pretty sure he doesn't like me." Even though she knew Sonata was unlikely to drop it, Aria paused to hum and vibe to her song, the vocals reaching a crescendo as the lead singer howled about her pain and loss. Aria loved this part of the song. "Why do you even want me to go?"

"Cause Flash doesn't wanna invite a bunch of people, so he really only asked me. Pop quiz, what do you call a party with only two people?" Sonata didn't wait for an answer. "A date! And a bachelor date isn't a thing that people do, plus I'm pretty sure his fiance wouldn't like that."

"So his fiance doesn't want him going out with some chick, so your plan is to make it a party with two chicks? And where's the party, cause I don't figure this is a Dave & Buster's kinda night for you."

"Strip club, doy. Come on, it'll be fun! We'll get some food, get drunk, see some boobies." Sonata gave an exaggerated wink in her very lesbian roommate's direction. "Not to mention getting out of the apartment. You haven't been out since—"

"Don't." Aria glared at her friend, hoping to convey just how little she wanted to go down that road with just a single glare. Knowing Sonata, though, that would be the exact route they ended up taking.

"I'm just saying… You can't mope forever."

"Saving money by staying home is not moping," said Aria definitively. "I told you months ago, I'm over it."

"Her. You're over her," said Sonata. Once again, Aria glared, which just made Sonata roll her eyes. "Look, she's not Jesus Christ, we're allowed to say her name. And if you're as over Sunset as you claim to be, then you wouldn't be acting this way."

"I don't know what you're talking about," lied Aria, very unconvincingly. Once again, Sonata rolled her eyes, standing up to go through the evidence.

"You haven't spoken to another girl since you broke up," noted Sonata.

"Been busy with work. Didn't think it was a good time to start dating."

"You leave the room whenever Community comes in because you used to watch it with her."

"I've seen the whole series, and I don't like reruns."

"Whatcha listening to?" asked Sonata. Aria didn't answer and, before she could change songs, Sonata was on her, pulling the phone from her hands and examining the tracklist. "Care to explain why you have a playlist that's literally just the song Familiar Taste of Poison and nothing else?"

"Uh…" Aria's brain froze as she tried to find a way out of this. "My phone glitched?"

"The playlist is called 'Sunset' with a frown and a broken heart emoji." Sonata tossed Aria her phone, returning to her swivel chair. "That was your song, you two. Halestorm was your band."

"So just because we split, I'm not allowed to listen to my favorite band anymore?"

"You shouldn't be listening to this one sad song over and over! Seriously, Ari, this isn't healthy. You can't keep living like this." Sonata's tone shifted somewhat, going from excited party girl to concerned friend. "I know it sucks and I know it's not easy, but you have to get back on your feet and learn to live without her. I really do think this party might be a good first step."

"Sony…" Aria groaned, burying her face in her palm. It always bugged her when Sonata had a point, and this was one such time. "You don't get it. She was—"

"She was the one, yeah, I know. And the fact that it didn't work out is really a shame. I thought you two would be together forever, and it breaks my heart that it broke down the way it did. But, instead of crying over 'the one', why don't you look on the bright side and enjoy 'the two', huh?" Sonata grinned, cupping her sizable breasts and nearly bouncing them out of her top. "If you catch my drift. Come on, when's the next time you're gonna get to see some boobs?"

"The second you walk out of here and I get on my computer."

"Or…?"

"Ugh. Fine! I'll do the stupid party!" groaned Aria. She frowned, surveying the mess of dirty clothes that littered her bedroom floor, almost mockingly strewn around the laundry basket rather than in its confines. "I'm stealing one of your outfits, though. I don't have anything to wear."

Sonata grinned from ear to ear, leaping up and grabbing Aria around the wrist. She pulled her friend to her feet and dragged her out of the room, while Aria simply sat there and let herself be manhandled. It was easier that way.

"I'm gonna have you looking so hot!"

While Aria considered herself a music lover, even she had an upper limit.

Everyone has that genre that drives them mad. For some, it's country, and for others, it's gospel. For most people, it's polka. Aria didn't hate any of these genres, deciding that they each have their strengths and their purposes. They all managed to touch her soul in some way at some point, and what Aria listened to really varied depending on her mood.

Trashy club music, however, was a division Aria didn't believe should even exist.

"Woo! Oh man, I love this song!" hooted Sonata as she led the party of three through the strip club. Aria hadn't expected anything less from Sonata, but she rolled her eyes nonetheless. Even still, it brought her a sense of amusement watching her friend bounce and jive to garbage music as they forayed further and further into the club. "Come on, let's get crazy!"

"You two go ahead. I'll catch up." Aria waved to the pair, trying not to let on how little she was already enjoying her trip. Before Sonata could ask, Aria thumbed over her shoulder to the bar. "Gonna get a drink, maybe a smoke. It's cool, we'll link back up soon."

"Alrighty, then. Flash! Let's get your face in some titties!"

Aria snickered in spite of herself, watching her best friend drag the groom-to-be off to see the various dancers and performers. She watched the club for a bit, the crowd dancing and socializing as various women in varying states of undress made their money by swaying and gyrating on stage. While Aria never considered herself to be particularly conservative, she had to admit that she felt considerably out of depth in this place. If she wanted even a chance at enjoying herself, she needed to get some liquor in her.

"Gin and juice," said Aria as she bellied up to the bar. "Easy on the juice." The bartender nodded and quickly mixed Aria her drink, sliding it across the table. She paid for her drink and took a sip, letting out a satisfied sigh. "Thanks. Really needed this."

The song playing changed from the previous club noise to something a bit more Aria's speed. Shameless wasn't her favorite song, nor was Lissie her favorite artist, but it was much closer to her preference than what she had been subject to previously. She turned around to face the stage, watching the last dancers to perform strut off of the stage as their set finished. Maybe Sonata was right. Maybe this would be fun, after all.

As the music ramped up, the next dancer slowly strutted forward from the stage, and Aria's eyes went wide. Her ebony lingerie hugged her curves, the dark black garters holding her lacey stockings in place on her long, smooth, slender legs. Her wide, sensual hips swayed in time with the music, and her perfect bust threatened to bounce free of her scanty, lacey black top with every step. Her hair was a wild, messy mass of orange and yellow that went down to her shoulders, swaying and bouncing as she walked. Her plump, scarlet painted lips curved into a self-assured, confident, bordering on arrogant smirk, and the gaze of her magenta eyes seemed to pierce the dim half-light of the club, boring through whoever they passed over.

That gaze met Aria, and an electric chill shuddered down her spine. Though it was just a second, it felt like much longer, with the intensity of the dancer's gaze threatening to crumple Aria if not for the fact that she was already seated.

She left the bar, her half-finished gin and juice entirely forgotten as Aria slowly pushed through the crowd to the stage. She was transfixed, as if possessed, and she watched the dancer's performance from a dazed trance. The performer grabbed the pole at the front of the stage, slowly hanging and turning to give the crowd a look through the open back of her short dress, at her back and the tattoo that adorned it; a golden sea serpent winding up and down her spine, with crimson eyes that almost seemed to glow as Aria's own eyes passed over it. The way the serpent slithered down the dancer's back naturally attracted the viewer's gaze downwards, to her sizable rear and the way it bounced and jiggled with her every movement.

The dancer leaned against the pole, throwing her head back and gyrating her shoulders to the tune of the music. She bit on her lip gently, tugging down on the zipper of her top before firmly grasping the pole and wrapping a long, powerful leg around it. With grace, athleticism, and power, the dancer left her feet and swung around the pole, leaning back and turning as she finished with her top. She shimmied her shoulders back and shed her dress, dropping the garment into the stage and leaving herself clad in a delicate black bra, with a lacey black trim around the edges.

The dancer twirled around the pole until she landed back on the ground, her platform heels not slowing her a step as she flowed across the stage like water. Aria looked up at her, captivated, and the dancer kept on with her routine, as if she was most at home in the spotlight. The dancer whipped her head around, smoothly sliding a bra strap down her shoulder. She turned to show her back to the crowd, leaning against the pole and arching her back, sashaying her hips to the chorus before turning to face the crowd and boosting herself once again up the pole. As she twirled around the pole, her other strap came down, until an act of God was the only thing holding her bra in place.

To Aria's amazement, the dancer turned upside-down, using just one leg grapevined around the pole to keep her from falling. Her movements were so flowy, fluid like water, and the ease at which she seemed capable of bringing men and women to their knees formed a lump in Aria's throat. As the dancer twirled around and once again landed on her feet, it became clear that she had at some point undid her bra; as the song hit its crescendo, the rapid-fire lyrics sending the performer's body into overdrive, she finally let the garment fall to the ground.

Bright, red, heart-shaped pasties covered her nipples, but this seemed enough for many of the spectators. Dollar bills fluttered onto the stage, like confetti dancing down to the dancer's feet. She flowed and swayed some more, leaning her back against the pole and sliding down until her butt hit the floor. Now, she was eye level with the crowd, looking directly at Aria with those fierce, almost incandescent magenta eyes, and Aria felt her body move before she even thought on her actions; she whipped out her wallet, grabbed a $50 bill, and slid it in the waistband of the dancer's panties. If the performer was surprised by this, she didn't show it, and she simply swiveled around before crawling backward seductively and climbing to her feet. As the song died down, the crowd whistled and applauded, tossing more money into the stage as the dancer made her way to the back.

Aria blinked as the next performer took the stage. A tough act to follow, in her mind. She wasn't typically into this sort of thing, but after seeing that woman dance, Aria needed to breathe. She walked away from the stage, still mystified by the dancer as she slowly made her way to the bar. She needed another drink, maybe that cigarette she talked about earlier. Anything to get her head straight before she did something else stupid.

"You know, most people aren't that generous."

Aria froze, the sultry, seductive, velveteen voice crawling up her back and making the hairs on her arm stand on end. Slowly, Aria turned, heart pounding in her throat when she locked gazes with those powerful magenta eyes. That dancer had a new top on, similar to her first one but a bit longer, and with a frill that resembled a skirt. She was taller than Aria realized, about a head and a half taller than her, and her size brought with her an additional dimension of authority, power, beauty and allure. For a moment, Aria couldn't speak, and her brain scrambled to find a suitable retort.

"Uh… What?" was the best Aria could manage. In response, the dancer reached into her panties and waved the bill that Aria had given her.

"I'm going to assume you were fumbling for a $5 when you gave me this," said the dancer.

"N-no. I mean…" Aria cleared her throat, trying to steady herself and seem like she wasn't a massive dork for a change. "Nah. Your set was, uh… Special, I guess is the word for it."

"Mh-hm. Well, sugar, if you've got money burning a hole in your pocket…" The dancer leaned in a bit, her voice going a bit more airy than before. "How about you and I go someplace a bit more private, hm?"

"Okay… how much for that?"

"You'll have to match this tip of yours." The dancer put a hand on her hip and peered down at Aria. "Going by how eager you were to throw those big bills around, I don't imagine that to be a problem for you?"

"Yeah. No problem. Lemme just… hit up the ATM," said Aria, patting her pockets as in search of her wallet. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

"No promises."

Aria took about a half step before it clicked in her head what the dancer had said, and she paused for a moment to see if the dancer was joking; she didn't laugh, she didn't smile, she didn't even blink. After a short moment, her brain seemed to reboot, and Aria shot through the club like a bullet.

The truth was, Aria was just about out of cash. She hadn't intended to do much at the club. She knew she would drink and she figured Sonata would talk her into tossing some money at a few dancers, but she left the bulk of her cash at home. And, as a vast majority of her money was in her savings, Aria didn't actually have any more than $15 at her disposal, which meant one thing.

"Sonata!" Finally, Aria found her, throwing herself around to the beat of the music. She was so preoccupied with the music and her dancing that she didn't seem to notice Aria until she was grabbing her by the shoulder. "Quick, I need a favor."

"Ari, you missed it! The girls found out it was Flash's bachelor party and they were super nice about it!" laughed Sonata. "A few of 'em let him take Jell-o shots off of their butt, and this one girl twerked on him til—"

"Yeah, cool, tell me later, I need to borrow $50," said Aria, impatiently looking over her shoulder. "I'll pay you back when we get home, I swear."

"Okay… What do you need…" Sonata gasped as she pulled the bills from her bra, grinning mischievously as she put the pieces together. "Ooh, you're actually having fun with the stripper girls, aren't you? Which one? There's a cute blonde I thought you might wanna go talk to and—Hey!"

Aria snatched the money from Sonata's hand and immediately took off through the crowd. She ignored Sonata's shouting, her mind focused on finding that dancer before it was too late. She couldn't have been the only one who wanted a private dance with that particular performer, and Aria was liable to lose it if some horny frat boy beat her to the punch.

Luckily, the dancer was still right where she was when Aria left, watching Aria approach with a powerful gaze. She didn't seem angry, just extremely intense, overflowing with a level of confidence and self-assurance that Aria couldn't quite put into words. If she had to pick one to describe that aura, though, she might have gone with "intoxicating".

"You're still here," said Aria, unable to hide the slight edge of surprise in her voice.

"So I am. If you're still interested, you know where to put it," said the dancer. Aria hesitated for a moment, and so the performer turned away and pushed her hips back, nearly forcing her ass against Aria. "Don't get shy on me now. Slip it in."

"R-right…" Aria swore at herself for locking up the way she had, quickly sliding the borrowed money in the dancer's panties. "So. Where, uh… Where to?"

The dancer didn't answer. Instead, she grabbed Aria by the hand and pulled her forward. The crowd that Aria had to fight through on her way to the stage seemed to simply dissipate for the dancer, parting like the Red Sea to allow the beauty and her client passage to the back of the club. The private rooms, illuminated by a sultry crimson glow and sectioned off from the rest of the club by dark black curtains, was a much quieter and more secluded area than the stage. Aria might've gone far enough as to call the experience intimate.

Aria followed, her heart pounding louder with each step of the dancer's platform heels until they came to the first available lounge. She led Aria in, through the curtain and into a small room with little more decoration than a velvet couch. Not that Aria was interested in any decoration aside from the one that was pushing her into her seat, firmly but gently sitting her down with just one hand.

"Does your friend get teased any?" asked the dancer. She slowly swayed her hips as she approached Aria, each seductive movement threatening to stop Aria's heart in her tracks.

"Uh…?"

"She has such an unusual name, I assumed she must get made fun of for it from time to time." The dancer leaned forward, stopping herself with an arm on either side of Aria, until the two were nearly nose-to-nose. "Or is 'ATM' a nickname?"

Despite her best efforts to remain calm, Aria blushed bright red at that.

"Oh. You saw that," said Aria sheepishly. "Well, the thing is, I didn't plan on—"

"Listen, sugar. As long as the money ends up in my thong, I don't care where you get it from. No matter your excuse, I've heard worse." She brought herself forward, climbing onto the couch and straddling Aria. "Some bozo tried to tip me with a roll of nickels once. Something about my 'coin slot', he said. Charming."

"I just didn't want you to think—"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about what I think. Just…" The dancer leaned forward, gyrating and grinding on Aria as she let out a breathy, airy, gaspy whisper. "Enjoy. The. Show."

The dancer slowly stood up, turning away from Aria to shake her hips and bounce her ass. Aria was, once again, transfixed at the dancer's graceful motions, her titillating movements making Aria extremely thankful that she wasn't a guy, or else she might be embarrassing herself even more. The dancer twirled, pulling the frilly skirt from around her waist and playfully tossing it to Aria, who just so happened to catch it with her face. The garment had much of the dancer's essence, likely from her perfume, and the alluring scent of lavender, lilac, and eucalyptus sending waves of heat radiating through Aria's person.

That heat was in no way alleviated when the dancer slowly bent over, her legs spread as she all but offered herself to Aria. They were so close, and with just a thin bit of black cloth separating their flesh, that Aria had to seriously fight the urge to dive in for a lick. She controlled herself, deciding that no matter how sweet the taste was, it wouldn't be worth a ban from the club and a potential criminal charge.

"You mentioned names," said Aria, striking up a conversation, if for no other reason than to distract herself from just how truly hot and bothered she was. "Do you have one?"

"I do." The dancer stepped back, bringing her rear even closer to Aria before she slowly sat down in her lap, facing away. Despite her answer, she seemed more interested in her routine than actually answering.

"So… You wanna tell me what it is?"

"That's a whole different question, sugar." Though Aria couldn't see her face, due to her own being buried in the soft curls of the dancer's perfectly soft and silky hair, she could imagine the smirk on her perfect lips as the performer chuckled. "But, since you asked… It's Adagio. Adagio Dazzle."

"That's… That's really pretty." For some reason, Aria couldn't breathe. Was it the enclosed nature of the private room? The intense scent of Adagio's perfume? Perhaps a combination of both, or a third thing altogether. Perhaps the way Adagio ground herself against Aria's crotch had something to do with it. "I've never done this before… is it okay to touch?"

"Mh-hm. Just so long as your hands don't go anywhere you wouldn't touch your mother." Adagio turned to face Aria, running her long, acrylic nails gently down her face. "I know how guys get when they have a pretty lady in their lap, and I'm afraid I just don't get paid enough for that kind of thing."

"I'm not a guy," noted Aria.

"When they're horny, everyone is the same. And I bet you're feeling pretty hot under the collar right now, aren't you, sugar?" Adagio's voice was ladened with this superior amusement, almost taunting her client as she gently pressed her knee between Aria's legs. "Does your engine always rev this quickly or should I be flattered?"

"It's… It's been a while. But don't get me wrong." Finally, Aria placed her hands on Adagio's sides, running her fingers up and down her soft, perfect flesh. "You're something special."

"So I've been told." It went quiet for a bit, save for the occasional moan from Adagio as she dances on Aria. "I saw you staring from across the crowd. I saw the way you came up to the stage, the way you looked at me. I saw every twitch and fidget. I saw the movements you didn't even know you made. I know exactly how 'special' I'm making you feel." Adagio leaned in close, letting Aria get another deep huff of her addictive, intoxicating perfume, and let out a low, hoarse sound that was the cross between a moan and a whisper. "I hope you're getting your money's worth."

"That's one way… That's one way to say it." Aria's breath caught in her chest as Adagio leaned back, the dancer pulling her top off to reveal her large, pastied breasts. Aria had seen them on stage, of course, but to be this close to them was an entirely different sensation altogether. "F-fuck…"

"Naughty girl has a dirty tongue," cooed Adagio. She cupped her breasts, raising them and letting them bounce down hypnotically. "You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Sorry. Just slipped out…"

"Aww, aren't you adorable? We're both grown-ups, sugar, I'm sure we can handle a bit of coarse language. For your sake, I hope so." Adagio leaned forward, pulling herself above Aria until her nose was buried in Adagio's soft, bountiful cleavage. "You might be bad, but there's not a naughtier girl than me in this building.” She laughed an airy laugh, her voice crawling all up and down Aria’s spine and sending another hot pulse through her chest. “Would you like to see how naughty I can be?”

“Yes, please.” Aria winced at the way that came out, her ears burning at the way Adagio laughed at her. Somehow, it didn’t come off as mocking or condescending, or like Aria was the butt of the joke. She couldn’t quite explain it, but Aria didn’t feel laughed at so much as she felt to be the cause of laughter.

“Left or right?” asked Adagio with a purr. She rolled her hips forward, slowly, sensually humping Aria’s thigh, grinding her knee against Aria and bringing her closer and closer to needing to change her panties.

“R-right…” said Aria, although she wasn’t sure what exactly she was choosing. She let out an almost pitiful whimper as Adagio leaned back, depriving Aria of the scent of her chest and hair that she had grown to love in the past few minutes. Her disappointment evaporated swiftly after, when Adagio ran a hand up her own middle, giving her right breast a firm squeeze and knead before gripping her pasty and slowly peeling it off to reveal her bare nipple. Aria almost choked on air, watching as Adagio pinched and squeezed her own stiff nub between her fingers. “Oh my God…”

“You’re gonna make me blush,” breathed Adagio. She let her hands wander down Aria’s body, her every touch sending an electric arc throughout all of Aria’s being, before leaning back to allow Aria to properly admire her bust. “Believe me, that would be quite the feat. Manage that, and I might have to pull off this other heart, just for being such a sweetie.”

“Can I take you out sometime?”

As soon as the words left her lips, Aria wished to the heavens and the stars that she could’ve taken it back. What was she thinking?! Even someone who didn’t know much about strip clubs knew better than to try to ask out one of the dancers. Aria always considered herself to be a bit smarter than average (especially compared to Sonata), but this was a stupid move the likes of which she never thought possible of herself.

“Oh, you poor thing,” sighed Adagio. “It really has been a while, if you’re resorting to this.”

Aria swallowed her heart back down, regaining some small bit of confidence. She had already made an ass of herself, she reasoned. May as well see it through to the end.

“I know how it sounds. But like I said, I think you’re special. I don’t want tonight to be the last time I see you.”

“My name is on the marquee on the nights I perform.”

“If I have to drop $50 every time I wanted to see you, I’ll be broke in a week,” said Aria. “Just… Could I get your number? Maybe take you to get some coffee sometime?”

“Oh, sugar…” Adagio sighed again, grabbing the pasty on her left breast. She tugged on the scarlet heart for just a bit before letting it go and laughing at the disappointment, desire, and arousal in her client’s eyes. “You were this close…” That laugh returned, the one that threatened to melt Aria into a puddle earlier, followed by Adagio leaning in to let out another moaning whisper. “Funny thing is… My private dances are actually $75. I just so happened to like you.”

“So…Is that a yes?” Aria grinned, her heart pounding like a drum as Adagio slowly slithered down her body and dismounted her entirely. “You’ll give me your number?”

“No. But, you’re going to give me yours,” said Adagio, very matter-of-factly. She leaned forward, gripping Aria under the chin and tilting her face up, staring down at her with those bold, intense eyes. “And, during the course of this week, I am going to decide whether or not I’m going to call you. If I do, then maybe we can discuss that coffee. If not… then it was nice getting to know you now.” Adagio planted a kiss on Aria’s cheek, leaving a faint red mark of lipstick on her face. “Trust me, sugar. This is the best deal you’re going to get, Ms…?”

“A-aria. It’s Aria. And yeah, that works. Works for me.” The air in Aria’s lungs went solid, and she felt like she was going to drown in Adagio’s essence, her fragrance, her intensity. “You have a pen and paper or…”

“I’ll remember it. Or maybe I won’t.” Adagio snickered almost sinisterly at her client. “Suppose you’ll know for sure in a week.”

“It’s 654-9988.”

“Mh-hm. Well, that does it for now, unless you want to make another withdrawal from your ATM friend.” Adagio grabbed Aria by the hand and pulled her to her feet, until the two were just a scant few inches apart. “Hope you enjoyed my routine, Aria.”

Adagio kissed Aria again, this time on the other cheek, before turning and strutting away. Aria was immobile, paralyzed by Adagio’s presence, hypnotized by her swaying hips and bouncy ass as she left the room. She couldn’t believe what happened. It felt so surreal, almost otherworldly. Part of her was tempted to chase down Sonata for another loan, but she thought better of it. Even if Sonata did give her more cash, Aria wasn’t sure she could handle another close-quarters interaction with Adagio just then. She needed to get some air. She needed a smoke.

Most importantly, right then and there, Aria needed to hit the restroom.

Aria stumbled into the restroom, barely able to see straight. Luckily, the lady’s room was empty, so the odds of her embarrassing herself even further were significantly lower. She scrambled across the slick tile floor, bumbling her way to the last stall on the end, as far from the door as possible. Aria slammed the door shut, her shaky hands struggling to lock the stall behind her. When she finally managed to get everything closed away, Aria leaned back against the wall and rolled her jeggings down to her knees.

The green panties she was wearing were soaked, so much so that it was a wonder that Adagio didn’t notice when she was performing her lapdance. A shiver ran down Aria as she slipped her hand past her undies, as the thought dawned on her that Adagio just might’ve. If she was being truthful when she said she noticed Aria’s jitters and breaths, then it was entirely possible that Adagio noticed that Aria was a few moments from blowing her top right there on the couch.

“Fuck…” Aria slapped a palm over her mouth to muffle her moans, rubbing her pussy the way she desperately wanted to the moment Adagio sat on her lap. There were no two ways about it, Adagio had Aria around her finger from the get-go, and if she really wanted to, she could’ve made Aria cum through her tights back in the private lounge. If she would’ve just moved her hips a bit more, put a little more force behind the knee that was grinding against Aria’s pussy, Aria wouldn't have been able to hold back. It was a long time since someone had that type of power over her, and despite the bitter memories, Aria had to admit that it was exhilarating.

Her scent was still heavy in Aria's nose, that powerful fragrance making Aria's head go fuzzy. She couldn't help herself anymore, the power and presence of Adagio compelling Aria to slide two fingers into her slit. It felt like a fire was lit inside of Aria, her fingers pushing deeper into her core, the heat and pressure growing the deeper she ventured. She could still feel Adagio in her lap, still feel those nails running gently down her face, giving her shivers and goosebumps.

If the two had been any closer, they would've been doing the deed. That soft, tender kiss on the cheek, that sultry voice and the way she called her "sugar" drove Aria mad. She worked her fingers faster, sliding in and out, up and down, squeezing and releasing and bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She wondered what Adagio would do if she were here to watch. Would she offer to finish Aria off? Would she touch her, run those nails softly down Aria's flesh again, giving her goosebumps with every stroke of the hand? Would she even let Aria finish at all? Maybe she'd just grab her by the pigtails and force her to her knees, and ride Aria's face until she was satisfied. Or maybe she'd just shake her head and laugh.

That laugh. Aria couldn't get it out of her head, that slithering, silky, sleek laugh made Aria's ears burn, her cheeks burn, her very center. She knew Adagio must've been laughing at her to some extent, but she didn't care. In fact, she welcomed it. Aria would've embarrassed herself over and over again, anything to hear that laugh again. It was that laugh, maybe even more so than the smell, the fading memory of Adagio's supple lip against her cheek, that occupied Aria's mind then. It didn't bother her that she was crammed in a bathroom stall, fingering herself silly. It wouldn't be the first time.

"Why… Why did you want me to do that?"

"I get off on it. Do I really need a reason?"

Aria let out a shuddering moan, jerking her hips against her hand as she came. Her fingers worked overtime, drilling her tunnel in an attempt to push back the bad memories. She focused on her pleasure, the euphoria of her orgasm and, above all else, Adagio. She could imagine it now, how Adagio would react if she knew. She'd probably laugh, make some remark about how cute it was that she had this effect on Aria. If Aria was really lucky, she might even get another kiss out of it.

There was a buzzing sound coming from her pocket, and Aria fell back onto the toilet seat before hurriedly fishing out her phone. Her heart pounded, threatening to stop altogether, and she slowly, expectantly turned the screen up to face her. It was Sonata, of course, it was Sonata. Obvious. If Adagio was going to go through the trouble of teasing so much that she wouldn't even say definitively if she would call at all, there was next to no chance that she would call in just a few minutes, and Aria knew that. Plus, she was still working, maybe even going out on stage again to shake, shimmy, and swing her perfect body around the pole right then.

Aria shook her head, then answered the call and put it to her ear.

"What?" she asked, perhaps a tone more aggressively than she intended.

"Good news and bad news. Good news is, this bachelor party ruled!" said Sonata, barely audible over the club's music. "Bad news… Flash here is a lightweight and is too drunk to stand. He kinda passed out with his face between some girl's cheeks, I need you to help me muscle him up and get him in the Uber."

"Yeah. Yeah, okay, I'm about ready to split anyway." Aria looked down at herself, her panties even more soaked than they were before, and quickly began to peel her leggings off. "Just gimme a sec, I'm in the bathroom. Some dipshit spilled his drink on me, I need to wash up."

"Okay. The car should be here in about five."

Aria grunted something that could very charitably be described as an agreement before hanging up and setting her phone on the ground so she could finish undressing; once the leggings were gone, so too were the panties, and Aria dried herself as best as she could with toilet paper before returning her pants to her body. Based on how wet the panties were, there was no chance of her getting all the way home without some embarrassing questions. Time to cut her losses.

Aria pushed open the stall, letting out the breath she had been holding in and surveying the area. No one else had come in while she was busy, which was objectively a good thing, although Aria had to admit herself a bit disappointed. She knew it wouldn't have made sense for her to be here, and that the performers likely had their own restrooms, but her mind was still fuzzy from the afterglow. The fantasy of Adagio, standing outside the stall, waiting with a hand on her hip for Aria to emerge…

"Yeah. Right."

Aria shook her head before quickly washing her hands at the sink. She took the opportunity to splash some cold water on her face, hopefully wash some of Adagio's lipstick off. She wasn't totally successful, but it was dark and Sonata would probably be tipsy enough to not notice anyhow. There was no use delaying, no point in dwelling on her fantasy. All she could do is go home and wait.

With a lethargic toss, Aria bucketed her ruined panties into the trash can before setting off to find her friend and drag Flash's face out of a stripper's ass. Despite all that happened, Aria chuckled to herself as she exited the restroom.

"Maybe bachelor parties aren't that bad, after all…"