I Get Off

Aria leaned against the wall, tiredly puffing on her cigarette. The apartment complex had a strict "no smoking" rule, so Aria often found herself in the chilly autumn breeze whenever she needed to get her fix. Even if she wasn't in the mood for a smoke before, being kicked out for the night certainly brought her to that point. Once again, Sonata had found a match on Tinder, and, once again, Aria was asked that she "make herself scarce" around the apartment.

Aria knew that was code for "fuck off so I can get laid", so she grabbed her purse and opted for a smoke break while she figured out what to do with herself.

Aria wasn't sure if Adagio had work today, but even if she was, it was far too early. No one went to a strip club at 5:30. She could always text her, to see if she was free and felt like catching a movie, but Aria thought better of it. They just saw a movie together a few days ago. The last thing she wanted was for Adagio to think she was boring or repetitive. That wouldn't do.

"Fuck it," sighed Aria, pulling out her phone. As she maneuvered through her menus to text Adagio, her phone buzzed, signaling that the dancer beat her to the punch.

Busy?

Aria smirked, shaking her head at the serendipitous timing.

Not really. Why?

Look up, sugar.

Aria cocked her brow and looked up curiously, her eyes landing on the now-familiar black luxury car parked across the street, and the professional driver standing outside the door. Mr. Tie, as serious and professional as he was, politely waved to Aria before gesturing to the car. After a bit, Aria flicked her cigarette down, crossing the street and sliding into the car once Mr. Tie opened it for her.

"Hey, I was just about to text you," said Aria. Adagio flashed a smirk before swooping in to peck Aria in the cheek, seemingly for no other reason than to watch her squirm and blush.

"I'm on my way to get something done, and I'd like some company while I do it," said Adagio. "You got an hour or so free?"

"Yeah, for sure. I'm down."

"I knew you would be. Mr. Tie, I'm ready now."

"Yes, ma'am, of course." Tie started the car and smoothly took off down the street.

"So, what had you standing out in the cold, sugar?" asked Adagio. "Lose your keys?"

"Sonata has a date," said Aria with a shrug. "We have an agreement to stay out of each other's way when we have someone over."

"How very thoughtful. Still jealous she's getting some and you're not?"

"Not as much. I realized that what she has isn't the same as what I want."

"Is that right?" Adagio crossed her legs, flaring her red skirt up just enough to give Aria a peek at her smooth, sleek yet powerful thigh for just a second. "And what is it that you want?"

"You." Aria was far beyond the point of being concerned about coming on too strong. She had begun to embrace Adagio's advice from dinner, about caring about what others thought of her.

"That's still 5 months away, sugar."

"I can wait. With the way you like to tease me, I'm sure it'll be worth it." Aria chuckled almost nervously, watching Adagio's expression. When the dancer smiled, Aria felt her heart soar in that special way that only Adagio was capable of causing. "So. Where are we going?"

"I need to get some work done. A friend of mine has a place, I wanted to get it done while I have a few days off." Adagio tapped at her phone, likely shooting off a text to the aforementioned friend. "We'll be there soon."

"You know, you're really good at answering questions without actually answering anything."

"Part of my charm. Doesn't matter, we're about to pull up."

True to Adagio's claim, the car came to a stop outside of a shop that Aria had seen in passing but never actually gave much thought; a small shop with the sign bearing the name Monster's Ink. Adagio exited the car first, gesturing for Aria to follow before leading the way into the shop. A bell jingled as the pair opened the door, and the lone artist sat in wait beside a cushioned black seat, sketching into a notepad. She looked up, cracking a grin as Adagio entered.

"Lizzie!" said Adagio, extending her arms. The two embraced, and Adagio kissed her friend on either cheek. "It feels like it's been ages."

"Cause it has been. Just cause you're a big shot dancer now, you think you don't have to pay your friend a visit?" Lizzie shot a glance at Aria, looking her up and down. "This one of yours? Doesn't look the type, but..."

"Oh, no, she doesn't dance. We've been seeing each other for a bit now, about a month. Lizzie, Aria. Aria, Lizzie."

"Nice to meet you." Aria shook Lizzie's hand before scratching her chin thoughtfully. "You know, when you said you needed 'work done', I was thinking something more surgical..."

"Please, sugar, as if I need plastic surgery. No, this is just a bit more ink." Adagio looked to Lizzie, crossing her arms. "Finish the design yet?"

"What kind of amateur do you take me for?" Lizzie turned her sketchbook around to reveal what she had been working on: a multifaceted amber diamond, behind which was a large purple treble clef. It was simple, yet striking and elegant. "You like?"

"I do."

"Then let's get this show on the road. You know the drill." Lizzie pointed to an adjustable cushioned chair that had been laid out into a bench. She claimed the swivel chair beside it, and then pointed to a simple plastic chair on the other side of the bench. "Aria can sit over there, if you need to hold someone's hand or something."

"Take a seat, sugar," said Adagio. Aria, eager to see how Adagio looked with more ink, took the seat as instructed. Meanwhile, Adagio climbed into the bench, laying face down on the cushioned surface. Before Aria could formulate her question, it was rendered unnecessary; Adagio hiked up her skirt, revealing her thick, round, perfectly bouncy ass, the only thing maintaining her modesty being a very revealing black thong. Aria felt the air in her lungs go solid, and she tried not to stare for too long. Even still, with something that divinely perfect just a few inches in front of her, it was hard to keep her gaze from drifting.

"Which cheek are we doing?" asked Lizzie.

"The right. I want it just about…" Adagio reached back, gripping the outside curve of her butt with two fingers. "Here. Almost wrapping around my hip."

"Got it. Let’s get to it.”

Lizzie quickly got her tools in order, making quick work of sterilizing her canvas before she began her work. Aria couldn’t help but look on enviously as Lizzie worked, the artist having full reign of Adagio’s butt in a way that Aria desperately wished could be her. Of course, Lizzie wasn’t particularly interested in the intimate nature of her canvas, instead focusing on the work at hand. Adagio didn't make much of a peep as the tattoo needle made contact, the primary sound filling the room being the gentle buzzing of Lizzie's equipment.

"So, Aria, you got any ink?" asked Lizzie.

"Nah. Always thought I was too scrawny," said Aria nonchalantly. This wasn’t exactly the truth, however. She formerly didn’t think too much about her wiry frame, not until Sunset mentioned it. "Not much of a canvas."

"A good artist doesn't need much canvas." Lizzie chuckled to herself, inspecting her design on Adagio for a moment before continuing. "Hey, Adagio. You still work with Alexa?"

"Nope. She wasn't pulling in the tips that she wanted, so she went elsewhere. Last I heard, she was doing some dirty work," hummed Adagio. "Well, dirtier, I suppose. Haven't heard from her in a year or so. You did some work on her, though, it looked good." Adagio turned her head over to face Aria. "Alexa was so petite and boney that she makes you look like you had my curves by comparison. I'm sure Lizzie can make a design work on you, sugar."

"'Course I can, cause I'm a goddamn pro."

The three chatted idly as Lizzie worked, trading stories and getting to know each other a bit over the course of an hour. This was another thing that Aria found bugging her; She hadn’t expected such familiarity between the two. Lizzie had such chemistry and history with one another, and it felt like Adagio was becoming a whole other person. It seemed that having an extra person around somewhat cut down on Adagio's fierce, intimidating aura, making Aria much calmer than before. Pleasant as that was, Aria couldn't help but miss that sense of danger a bit. One of the things she found so enticing about Adagio was that aura, the sensation that she was playing with her food before she finally struck, and Aria didn't love the idea of losing that edge. She wanted Adagio all to herself. All her's.

Or she wanted to be all Adagio's. Aria wasn't too picky about that.

"Hey, you two have plans tonight?" asked Lizzie as she began the finishing details on the tattoo.

"Aria's not allowed back home until her roommate is done with her dick appointment," said Adagio. "So I thought we could drive around a bit, see if there's something worth doing."

"Right on, right on. If you're looking for suggestions, though, I got two AnMach tickets I can't use. I don't know how you feel about rock, but…"

"I listen to anything. What do you say, sugar?" Adagio looked to Aria, staring through her as she waited for a response. "How does a rock show sound?"

"I haven't been to a concert in ages. Sounds like a good time," said Aria. "Didn't think you'd be into that, though."

"Oh, sugar, you don't know half of what I'm into."

"Well, they’re yours,” said Lizzie. "If you head straight there after here, you'll be right in the front row."

"Thanks for the tickets, sugar," hummed Adagio. "Very generous of you."

"Nah, not really. I'm definitely calling in a favor soon." Lizzie laughed, giving Adagio’s un-tattooed cheek a gentle pat. "You owe my brother a lap dance next week."

"Isn't your brother in prison?"

"Why do you think he wants a lap dance? He gets out on Thursday."

"Fine. Bring him down and tell the bouncer you're a friend of mine, I'll set your brother up." Adagio sighed, pushing herself up and peering over her shoulder to see her tattoo. "Are we done here?"

"Yeah, we're done. You know the drill, keep it cleaned, don't go swimming ‘til it's healed, yadda yadda." Lizzie applied a thin sheen of petroleum jelly to Adagio's tattoo and placed a thin plastic bandage over the fresh ink. "You're gonna wanna stay off your tush for a while, and maybe go commando, stick to skirts."

"Mh-hm. Thanks a bundle, sugar. I'll have to have you over for drinks soon." Adagio stood up, pulling her skirt down and wincing slightly as the fabric other skirt danced down her sore backside. "Aria and I better be off."

"Yeah, I've gotta jet soon, anyway. Oh, let me grab those tickets, they’re in my office.” Lizzie dusted her hands off on her jeans and headed for the back. “Be right back.”

"So… How do you know her?" asked Aria, watching the door as Lizzie disappeared into the back of her shop. She cleared her throat, doing all she could to avoid Adagio's gaze. "Lizzie, I mean." Adagio snickered, turning to look Aria in the eye and flashing that sinister, dastardly perfect smile of her’s.

"I know that tone," hummed Adagio.

"What tone?"

"The 'I'm jealous but I know I shouldn't be so I'm trying to make it seem like I'm not jealous' tone."

"Well… You seemed pretty close, is all," noted Aria. “I had to pay to get that close to you, and you didn’t even let me touch.”

"She was tattooing my ass, Aria, that's about as close as two people can get. And I don’t know if you noticed, but she wasn’t exactly playing around back there. She was doing a job."

"I know, but still… Like, you called her 'sugar'. Didn't know you called everyone that." Aria's cheeks tinged red, not least of all because Adagio had once again read her perfectly; She was a bit jealous, as irrational as that may have been. "I’m just kinda curious about you and her, is all."

"I don't call everyone sugar. Just a few people who matter," said Adagio. "But, if you must know, we met in college. I caught her blowing our Calculus professor, and she bought liquor for my parties so I wouldn't tell anyone. Been a good friend ever since."

"Oh. That's nice, I guess." Aria shook her head, kicking herself for being this way. She had told herself that she wasn't that kind of person anymore, the unconfident, insecure, jealous type. "Sorry. I'm just…"

"Don't be sorry, sugar. I know what it's like to want something all to yourself. So how about I give you something Lizzie doesn't have?"

Before Aria could respond, Adagio raised up her skirt to grab the waistband of her panties. She gently tugged them down the length of her legs, wincing slightly when they passed over her fresh ink. Aria watched Adagio move, entirely transfixed when she pulled the black thong past her ankles and held it up before Aria's eyes.

"Here. I can confidently say Lizzie doesn't have one of my thongs," said Adagio with a grin. She pushed the panties into Aria's hands, giggling at her dazed expression. "Hope this makes up for me calling her sugar, sugar."

"You don't have to make anything up to me," said Aria, a bit dumbstruck. Even despite her somewhat weak-hearted protest, she folded the panties neatly and stuffed them into her back pocket.

"No, I don't. Still, it's nice. I'm sure you'll find some use for those." Adagio glanced over to the door, taking note that Lizzie still hadn’t returned. “Oh, well, you've been good. You may spank it." Adagio hiked up her skirt and turned to show her ass to Aria, and raised a hand, one single finger. "Once."

"You're kidding."

"Left cheek, please. Obvious reasons."

"What happened to '5 months away'?"

"I said you had to wait 5 more months for me to fuck you, and if you think that slapping my ass counts, then I am going to blow your mind come spring." Adagio wiggled her hips, her unseen smirk almost tangible at the way Aria stared. "Now quit being a pussy and spank me."

Aria wasn't going to do it. As much as she wanted to get her hands on Adagio's body, she had every intention of waiting. Part of that was a concern of ruining the budding relationship. Part of it was a desire for it to be absolutely perfect when she finally broke her dry spell. A lot of it was fear, this innate, intoxicating fear of Adagio and her power, her control, her confidence. But, given the direct, stern, unwavering nature of Adagio's command, Aria felt her hand move on its own.

SLAP!

The sting of Aria's hand against Adagio's flesh was supremely satisfying, as was the whimpering moan that came from Adagio. That moan, the heavenly sound of Adagio's smooth, satin voice exclaiming in pleasure, it was all Aria could do to stop herself from taking another swing. Aria held her hand in place for a second, as if coming to terms with what she had done, before quickly retreating back to her lap.

"Like that?" asked Aria, just the slightest bit of smug satisfaction in her tone.

"Sugar, that was perfect. I knew you had it in you," purred Adagio. She wiggled her hips again, making her freshly spanked bottom jiggle hypnotically. "A bit hard, if I'm being honest. But that's okay." Adagio giggled and, with minimal effort, absolutely evaporated Aria's smug confidence, turning her back into a shaky, almost trembling mess. "I'll remember that when it's your turn."

"Oh? S-so you're gonna spank me?"

"Aria, my sweet summer child… I'm going to do a hell of a lot more than spank you. Come May, that flat little butt of yours will be too sore to sit anywhere but Mommy's lap."

Aria thought that Adagio intended that as a threat, but it really just made her all the more eager for spring to come.

Lizzie returned shortly after with the tickets in tow, handing them to Adagio before the two hugged and shared another pair of cheek kisses. Aria stook to simply shaking Lizzie’s hands and, after Adagio promised to have Lizzie over for drinks at some point in the near future, the pair waved their goodbyes and headed out for the awaiting car.

Somehow, with a freshly-worn pair of Adagio’s panties in her pocket and the memory of spanking her perfect ass at the forefront of Aria’s thoughts, rock music was the absolute furthest thing from her mind.

BZZZZZ!

Aria let out a shuddering moan, the restrained sounds of her pleasure drowned out by the gentle growl of her vibratior as it buzzed against her clit. Though Sonata was a notoriously heavy sleeper, and was surely knocked out by the time Aria had gotten home, the sock on her doorknob said that her date had gone well enough that the guy in question was still in the apartment. Not wanting to risk alerting a perfect stranger to her masturbation habits, Aria had thought it prudent to maintain some degree of quiet. Ordinarily, she would just cover her mouth with her hand, but with how antsy she felt, that didn't feel sufficient.

That was why Aria currently had Adagio's thong to her face, and no other reason at all.

She just needed something to muffle the sounds of her moans, is all. The fact that the panties were still heavy with Adagio's essence, and that this was as close as Aria had yet to get to Adagio's pussy, those were incidental. Aria wasn't so much of a freak that she would actually be sniffing Adagio's panties while she masturbated, dreaming about what the dancer would do to her once these six months were up.

"Adagio…"

Not even Aria herself was buying that story.

"Mmm… Fuck…" Aria gasped, her hips jerking against her magic wand, the toy sending electric buzzing through her body. Just as intense as the vibrations against her clit was the smell, the alluring, addictive, fragrance that clung to Adagio's panties. Her eyes just about rolled back in her head, the aroma clouding her mind and driving her wild. Aria bit her lip, inhaling Adagio's essence, almost able to taste her on the cloth.

Aria would do just about anything to taste Adagio for real, just run her tongue up and down the dancer's smooth, velvety skin. Whether it be between Adagio's legs or along the curve of her shapely, freshly-inked ass. Hell, Aria would even settle for a taste of Adagio's flat, toned belly, just anything to get more of Adagio's presence. In her desperation for more of Adagio, Aria squeezed her eyes shut and shoved the black thong into her mouth.

If she concentrated very hard, thinking past the feeling of lace against her tongue, Aria could swear that she tasted Adagio. Her fleeting sweetness, like honey, danced around Aria's mouth, followed closely by an almost earthy tang. Aria's mind raced, wondering just how she was going to be able to last five more months before getting the real deal. If just a pair of Adagio's panties were doing this to her, the woman herself would undoubtedly shake her to her core.

Aria moaned and gasped around Adagio's thong, the cloth acting as a sufficient gag to keep her quiet as she finally came. She tensed and quivered, her legs shaking as she pressed her vibrator firmly against her clit, wishing and pleading that it could have been Adagio there to bring her to climax. She was convinced that it would be worth the wait, but the idea of someone as perfect as Adagio dancing just barely out of Aria's grasp drove her insane.

She shut off her toy, dropping it onto the newly damp towel she had laid out on to avoid ruining her sheets, and reached for her phone to check the time. She had work in the morning, and she wanted to know just how screwed she was for staying up as late as she had. More importantly than the time was the one missed notification, a text Aria received ten minutes ago. Right after Aria started her session.

Enjoying my little gift?

Aria chuckled, panties still stuffed in her mouth, before typing out her response.

Idk what you're talking about.

It only took about a minute for Adagio to respond, and she did so in a manner that utterly dropped Aria's jaw. The first message was a picture, a mirror selfie that displayed much of Adagio's perfect body. She was entirely naked, but using a strategically placed finger, she censored her reflection, teasing Aria without letting her see the goods. Next came a text, immediately following the picture.

If you told the truth, my hand would be busy giving you more of a show.

Aria was in the middle of a response, something about how she was spending the night in her room working, and that she didn't have time for whatever it was Adagio was implying, when she received yet another message.

Only naughty girls lie to Mommy. And naughty girls get punished.

Aria's brain froze for just a moment, her jaw so slack that it allowed the panties to fall from her mouth and land on the bed, before she deleted her original message and responded with a new one.

Sorry. Won't happen again.