I Get Off

"Date tonight?"

Aria looked up from her phone, meeting eyes with Sonata for the first time in several minutes. Due to Aria having that Friday off, and Sonata having a very flexible schedule anyway, the two had been lounging around the living room all day. Just a quiet afternoon of relaxation.

"Yeah, Adagio wanted to take me somewhere," said Aria. "How'd you know?"

"I can smell your perfume, you only ever wear it when you're trying to be extra smexy for Adagio," said Sonata with a grin. "Whatever gets her going, but you might wanna go a little lighter next time."

"As if you know what girls are into."

"Fair enough. Hey, since you're gonna be out, maybe I should see someone, too." Sonata pulled out her phone, flipping through her contacts. "Hm… I wonder if Devin is free…"

"Isn't Devin the one with the shrimp dick?" asked Aria.

"Nah, that was Derek. Devin is the one I showed you that video of."

"Oh yeah. How did you find his old sex tape with his ex, anyway?"

"He sent it to me, said it's still up on her OnlyFans, so he gets a cut." Sonata shrugged. "He wanted to give me a preview before I tried it myself."

"And?"

"Videos don't do it justice. You know how they say the camera adds five pounds?" Sonata fanned herself with her hand, nearly fainting dramatically from the simply scandalous memories. "Well, it also takes off like six inches, 'cause when I say it's bigger in person… I thought he was gonna kill me with that thing. What a way to go, right?"

"Yeah…" As a devout lesbian from the very beginning, Aria couldn't totally relate to Sonata's experiences. Things were different with the same sex. Even still, Aria was perfectly fine talking to Sonata about such intimate affairs. "Well, let me know if you're planning on chasing down a boy-toy so I know if I need to order dinner."

"Yeah, I think that's what I'll do. If Devin isn't free, I'll just hit up a bar and…" Sonata peered at her phone, smacking her forehead at what she saw. "Oh yeah! I totally forgot. Devin got engaged! No wonder we stopped fooling around… He just invited me to his wedding, think I should go?"

"I wouldn't. Probably not a good look for you to show up at your fuck-buddy's wedding," said Aria. Sonata nodded along, typing out what was undoubtedly a proposition for a one-off with yet another contact of hers, when Aria's phone rang. Aria glanced at the phone and smirked at Adagio's name before answering the call. "Hey, babe. Ready to go?"

"Actually, Ms. Aria, I'm calling on behalf of Ms. Adagio."

"Oh. Hey, Mr. Tie." Aria stood up and paced along the length of the living room. "Is, uh, is everything alright?"

"Yes, ma'am. I am simply calling to deliver a message on behalf of Ms. Adagio. She wants you to know that something has come up. She would like you to meet her at the Six Seasons Hotel at seven, as opposed to your original agreed upon date plans."

"A… hotel? Okay…" said Aria slowly. "Where exactly should I be looking for her?"

"The very top floor, room 1334. There will be a keycard waiting for you at the front desk. If you like, I can arrange for your pick-up and transportation."

"No, that's okay. Six Seasons is actually, like, down the block from my place. I'll just walk."

"Of course, ma'am. Ms. Adagio wanted me to remind you not to be late."

"Got it. Uh… You have any idea what this is about?" Aria had been seeing Adagio for some time and, as a result, had spent a bit of time around the professional driver. Even still, along all these months, Aria had yet to hear Mr. Tie laugh until this moment.

"Trust me, ma'am. You'll want to be on time."

The line disconnected, leaving Aria just as confused as ever before. She checked the time, 6:24 PM, which meant Aria should be getting ready soon. Even still, she hesitated, concerned by the change of plans. This wasn't Adagio's usual antics, pulling the rug out from under Aria to keep her guessing. Adagio would've told her straight up if that was the case, she would have wanted to hear Aria's voice as she teased her. To go through Tie was strange.

"I'm gonna go get ready," said Aria, sliding her phone into her pocket. "See you when I see you."

"Me too. Devin just texted me to say his fiance gave him the ok for one last hurrah," said Sonata with a grin. "You better have a story for me in the morning, cause I'm gonna tell you every little bit of what goes down tonight! I know you like to keep your sex life private, but come on, I'm curious!"

"For the last time, Sonata, me and Adagio aren't there yet." Aria groaned and rolled her eyes. "Trust me, if I could brag about getting laid, you'd never hear the end of it."

"Uh-huh. Well, whenever you feel like telling me, I'm all ears." Sonata clearly didn't buy Aria's story, made evident by her smug, knowing grin. Aria just rolled her eyes again, throwing a wave over her shoulder as she made her way for the door. "You kids stay safe, don't do anything I wouldn't do! Use protection! Don't want any Aria Jr’s running around just yet."

"We're lesbians, idiot!"

The Six Seasons was a rather expensive hotel, not the sort of place Aria had spent an overwhelming amount of time in. Judging by the glittering lobby, with its marble columns and crystal chandeliers, it seemed like somewhere Adagio would be very comfortable in. Elegant, classy, sophisticated, it fit the dancer's tastes to a T. Aria wasn't sure why exactly Adagio had called her to a hotel, but she could tell quite easily why Adagio had called her to this hotel.

The concierge was waiting with a keycard for Aria when she arrived, and he directed her to the same floor Tie had told her, room 1334. When asked for Adagio's whereabouts, the hotel staff had nothing of note to give Aria. All they could say was that the room had been paid for. Her curiosity mounting, Aria made her way to the elevator, the slow rise to the hotel's top floor soundtracked by the dull, steady tune of elevator music.

Ironically, Aria was feeling a great many things, but "steady" wasn't one of them.

The room in question was at the end of the hall, but it may as well have been on Mars with the way Aria felt. She had to drag herself down the corridor, her heart beating like a drum with each and every step. Her hands shook as she brought the keycard to the door and, after taking a moment to collect herself, she unlocked the door and stepped into the master suite. It was a beautiful room, with a king-sized bed, a fully stocked minibar, and a large TV that was currently switched off. Aside from an armchair near the window, there was a plain, sturdy wooden chair in the middle of the room, which seemed to be a bit out of place. Aria arched her brow as she entered, swinging the door shut as she walked towards the mismatched furniture.

"Hands where I can see 'em, sugar."

Aria froze, her heart going still at the sudden voice. From the back of the room, through a door Aria assumed must lead to the bathroom, came Adagio. The sound of her knee-high heels against the floor filled the silence as Aria took a moment to absorb what she saw. Fishnet leggings clung to her thick, sexy thighs, held in place by black garters. A navy blue skirt covered her bottom, if just barely, and her flat, toned, smooth stomach was left exposed by the crop of her blue button-down top. She wore a tie loosely around her neck, coming together with her dark shades, hat, and off-center police badge to create a look that gave the term "dirty cop" a whole new meaning. Her scarlet-painted lips spread into a sinister smirk as she took in Aria's expression, tapping her open palm with her baton in an almost taunting manner.

"I hear you've been up to no good," purred the officer. Adagio smirked wider as Aria failed to respond. "They called me to take you in."

"What's this all about?" A simple, four-word sentence and Aria could barely choke it out. She always was a sucker for a lady in uniform.

"Word on the street is you've been a bad girl, sugar." Adagio crossed the room, swinging her baton as she did, until she was looking down on Aria's smaller, more wiry frame. "It's my job to deal with bad girls like you."

"Right…" Aria gulped as Adagio gently placed the baton under her chin, tilting her face up and forcing their gazes to meet. She felt so small next to Adagio, so weak, defenseless. Adagio was in total control, and that was exactly what she wanted. "What does that mean?"

"It means…" Adagio's voice dropped to a low, breathy whisper, and she leaned in to kiss Aria on the neck. Aria could feel the warmth of Adagio's breath on her ear, the quiet whisper making her hair stand on end. "That you're under arrest."

Before Aria could formulate a response, she felt something cold and hard click around her wrist. She looked down, understandably concerned, her eyes going wide at the sight of a pair of handcuffs around her right arm. Adagio giggled at her confusion, twirling around her "suspect" and locking the other cuff into Aria's wrist. Now, with her arms bound behind her back, Aria was even more defenseless, something she hadn't previously thought to be possible.

"Take a seat while I work out your sentence." Adagio gently shoved Aria, sending her stumbling back into the seat. When she tried to move, Adagio kept her in place with her foot, gently pushing her back down with her shoe. With her leg raised, and the short nature of her skirt, Aria naturally felt her eyes drift downward, her perverted peeping halted by Adagio and her baton tilting her face back up. "Tsk. This is just the sort of naughty behavior that got you in trouble to start with."

"You said something about my 'sentence', right?" Aria squirmed, the idea of Adagio standing before her with her legs spread and her skirt up, yet being unable to sneak a peek, being akin to torture. "Isn't that usually the judge's job?"

"Oh, I see we have a smart-mouth here. But that's okay, sugar." Adagio climbed into Aria, straddling her lap, grabbing her blushing face under the chin and holding her in place. "I think we can find something better for that mouth of yours to do."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Pleading guilty."

"I don't even know what I'm in for." Aria couldn't help but smirk at the admittedly silly situation. It made sense that Adagio would be interested in roleplay, even if Aria herself hadn't been expecting it. "Hard to feel bad for a crime I don't even know I committed."

"Your crime is simple, sugar." Adagio kissed Aria's collar, leaving faint lipstick marks up her neck as trailed up to her lips. "You're under arrest for forgetting the date…"

"The… date?"

"It's the third of March, sugar." Adagio began unbuttoning her top, slowly, sensually revealing more of her cleavage. "Six months since our first date."

"Oh." Aria swallowed her heart back down as it threatened to leap free. "Oh, shit…"

"'Oh, shit' is right. I promised to blow your mind, and that's what I'm going to do." Adagio pulled her top open completely, the only thing keeping her contained being a scanty black bra that was trying its best but fighting a losing battle. "So now, I'm going to strip you down and—"

The door swung open, bringing with it the bustle and noise of what appeared to be three electricians. They were so busy chatting to themselves, dragging in their equipment, that they didn't even see the couple in the middle of the room. Aria could feel Adagio's grip tighten on her shoulders, and she fought back a laugh.

For the first time, it looked like Adagio was the flustered one.

"Get that TV out of the way, we need to bust into that wall," said the lead electrician. He turned to direct his partners, jumping at the sight of the two women before him. "Uh…?"

"I love being watched as much as the next girl, but a bit of warning would be nice," growled Adagio. She whipped her head back, lowering her shades to glare at the workers. "I'm not sure if you realized, but we're in the middle of some very intricate foreplay."

"So sorry, ma'am. We didn't mean to bother you and your lady," said the electrician, still not entirely sure where to look. "Thing is, there's a wiring problem here, we have to deal with it before it becomes an even bigger issue."

"Could it perhaps wait until we've gone a few rounds?"

"You guys have no clue how long I've been waiting for this," sighed Aria. "Just give us like a half-hour?" Adagio snorted, looking down at Aria and arching her brow.

"You think I'm letting you go after only a half-hour?"

"Sorry, no can do. It's a fire hazard thing, you two shouldn't even be here," said the worker. "They said the room was empty."

"You have got to be fucking with me…" sighed Adagio. She very quickly buttoned her top and climbed off of Aria, turning to face the workers. "Fine. We'll be on our way. Come on, sugar."

"Right. Uh…" Aria pulled herself awkwardly to her feet, her arms still bound behind her. "You got a key for these or…?"

Adagio frowned as she produced a key from her belt and used it to free Aria from her bindings. After giving her a playful swat on the bottom, Adagio begrudgingly led the way out of the room, keeping Aria close behind her. They were quiet as they entered the hall, and as they filed into the elevator.

For several seconds, it was silent, save for the sound of the cheesy, generic pop elevator tune.

"Alright, so, obviously," sighed Adagio, burying her face in her palm. "That went much better in my head."

"You don't say?" snickered Aria. Adagio gave her a gentle shove, much to Aria's own amusement. "What's with the cop get-up?"

"Got hired for a birthday party. I don't normally do the costume thing, but they paid well and they paid upfront. Idiots got too drunk and stoned the night before, so no one actually showed up." Adagio adjusted her tie, straightening her outfit and making herself a bit more presentable. "Already paid for the costume, and I thought we could have some fun with it."

"Trust me, I was having fun." Aria scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. "I, uh, didn't realize we've been together for six whole months already."

"Time flies when you're having fun."

"So… that means you have been having fun?"

"Oh, sugar, I've been having a ball." Adagio leaned against the wall, frowning as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Not as much fun as I'm going to have dragging this second-rate hotel for this disaster…"

"I wouldn't say 'disaster', y'know?" snickered Aria. Adagio pouted like a little girl on the verge of a tantrum, her frustration at their sexy time being interrupted very much so amusing Aria. "Like I said, I had fun."

"I didn't even get to do my 'cavity search' bit…"

"Your what now?"

Before Adagio had a chance to elaborate, unlikely as that was, the elevator reached the bottom floor, at which point the couple stepped out into the lobby. After a few choice words with the concierge, who apologized profusely both for the mix-up and the lack of available rooms, Adagio grabbed Aria by the wrist and led her out of the hotel. Mr. Tie was waiting for them, holding the door open for the pair before claiming the driver's seat and starting up the car.

"Where to, Ms. Adagio?" he asked. Adagio pouted and frowned for a second before, quite strangely, she broke into a grin.

"Can you park us out back, Mr. Tie?" she asked. Aria caught a glimpse of Tie's arched brow in the rearview mirror, and it seemed the driver was just as confused as she was. Even still, Tie did as he was told, driving the car to a quiet corner of the hotel's parking lot. "Thank you, Mr. Tie."

"May I ask what this is about, ma'am?"

"Just me thinking. I realized I've had you running me around all day, getting things for this costume. It occurred to me that you didn't get a break today." Adagio grabbed her purse from her seat, digging through it and emerging with a sleek, black credit card, which she offered to her driver. "So why don't you go and have yourself a nice, long break. Get yourself something nice. My treat."

"Ma'am, I shouldn't just leave—"

"Mr. Tie, I insist," Adagio spoke a bit more firmly, pressing the card into Tie's hand. "Aria and I are perfectly fine here while you enjoy yourself. I'll call when we need you."

"Right… I see." Tie took the card and, with a tiny nod, stepped out of the car. "You two have a wonderful night."

"Oh, we will," said Adagio, waving as Tie departed. She glanced at Aria, licking her lips as she did. "We absolutely will. Thank you, Mr. Tie."

"Uh…. Aria watched the driver walk away, feeling the atmosphere change on a dime. It suddenly got hotter, more dangerous, more intimate. "So. What's next—?"

At perhaps the most inopportune of times, Aria's phone rang. Aria pulled it out, looking at who was calling. To her surprise, it wasn't Sonata, but an unknown number, which should have been a no-brainer. Just decline it. Yet, for some reason, Aria felt compelled to answer. It seemed familiar. Or maybe she was just afraid of what was coming next, once she was free of this distraction.

"It's an unknown call." Aria showed Adagio her screen. "Think I should answer it or…?"

"You want to know what I think?" Adagio grabbed the phone and swiped her thumb against the screen, setting it to Do Not Disturb before tossing it to the passenger seat. "I think we should make out."

"Oh. Okay, I—"

Adagio jumped into Aria's lap, grabbing her around the back of the head and pulling their lips together. Aria was more than happy to let Adagio take the driver's seat in the situation, melting into the seat as Adagio kissed her. She could feel Adagio on top of her, weighing her down, her hands wandering across Aria's slender frame. Aria gasped for air, each breath stolen away by Adagio's tongue.

"Take off your top," breathed Adagio, breaking away from Aria for just a moment. Aria hummed in compliance, pulling her shirt over her head with Adagio's assistance. Aria shuddered at the sensation of Adagio's nails against her skin, running up her back to unbuckle her simple black bra. The garment fell from Aria's body, freeing her pert, frankly tiny breasts from their confines. Adagio was on her immediately, squeezing Aria's chest, brushing her nipples with her fingers.

Aria moaned, just a brief, breathy, quiet moan, but that was all Adagio needed for a target; She pulled away and dove her head down a bit, taking Aria's nipple into her mouth and giving her a firm, yet gentle, suckle. She nipped Aria's tender flesh ever so gently with her teeth, the sensation shooting through Aria like a bolt of lightning through her core. She jerked away from Adagio, panting and choking down air while Adagio just laughed.

"Too much for you, sugar?" giggled Adagio. "We can go back to just kissing if you want."

"You're just a little… intense," breathed Aria. "And, y'know…"

"Been a while?"

"Yeah… There's no toy that sucks your tit for you." Aria chuckled sheepishly, unable to stop herself from blushing at the way Adagio was looking at her. Like she was a hunk of meat. "Or if there is, I don't have one."

"Mh-hm. Well, don't worry, sugar," purred Adagio. She reached down and slowly unbuckled Aria's jeans, creeping her hand into her pants. "A little bit of rust is no issue. Just let me handle it…"

Adagio's sleek fingers slipped past Aria's panties, brushing her clit as she rubbed Aria's slit. Another moan from Aria seemed to motivate Adagio, who rubbed faster, keeping in time with Aria's breathing. With her other hand, Adagio pinched and teased at Aria's nipples, relishing in the way Aria squirmed and moaned at her hand. The heat was building between the two, the close, intimate, if a bit cramped nature of their backseat rendezvous elevating it to a level that Aria was unlikely to forget.

"You don't have to worry about any toys either. You don't have to worry about touching yourself with my panties under your nose, or to half-nude pictures of me." Adagio slid her middle finger into Aria's twat, rolling her clit with her thumb and sending quakes through her body. "In fact, you don't have to worry about touching yourself at all, sugar. You know why?"

"W-why?" panted Aria. She gasped as Adagio slipped another finger inside her, slowly pumping deeper and deeper. "Oh, fuck…"

"Because you have me now. And that means I have you. And that means that I have… this." Adagio flexed her fingers, giggling sinisterly at the way Aria tensed and twitched around her fingers. "This pussy is mine. Do you understand me? All mine."

"Yes…"

"Say it. I want to hear you say it." Adagio's voice was low, husky, almost a growl. She pumped her fingers faster, squeezing another moan out of Aria. "Say it, sugar."

"It's yours…" Aria's ears burned, more than a bit embarrassed, but she didn't care just then. All she wanted right then was Adagio to take her, claim her for her own. "It's your pussy…"

"Damn right, it is. It's mine to play with, just like you," cooed Adagio. She worked her fingers faster, drilling Aria to her very core. "Your pussy, your every moan, your every twitch. All of it, mine." She kissed Aria on the neck, nipping at her collar in between sentences. "I'm going to make you cum right here, and I want to hear you say my name when it happens. Got it?"

"Yes…"

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, ma'am," moaned Aria. Adagio stopped her hand completely, leaving Aria gasping for more than just air. "W-what…?"

"Close, but not quite. Come on, sugar, you should be able to figure it out." Adagio kissed Aria, invading her mouth with her tongue before pulling away, nibbling on Aria's bottom lip as she did. "What do you think I want to hear?"

"I… Oh." Aria blushed as the realization dawned on her, which seemed to be enough for Adagio to continue pumping her fingers in and out of Aria's pussy. Aria bit her lip as Adagio fingered her closer and closer to the edge, taking in a shuddering breath before finally letting it out. "Yes, Mommy…"

"There's a good girl."

Adagio sent her hand into overtime, schlicking Aria so deep and fast that she felt as though her brain was melting. Aria's hips jerked of their own volition, her body twitching and jumping and humping Adagio's hand. There was no hiding it, both girls could see it as clear as day: Aria was close.

"F-fuck…" moaned Aria. She slammed her thighs together around Adagio's hand, gripping the leather seat tightly as her orgasm descended upon her. "Adagio! God, yes, Adagio…"

Even as Adagio felt Aria tense, she didn't stop. She kept her hand moving just as fast, perhaps even faster, carrying Aria throughout her climax. The pleasure came in waves, crashing down onto Aria one after the other. Aria felt her body quiver, her trembling increasing in conjunction with Adagio's fingers. Aria grabbed Adagio by the arm, fruitlessly trying to slow her down.

"W-wait… I'm gonna cum again…" Even as Aria spoke, Adagio kept her fingers going, kissing and sucking at the tender flesh of Aria's neck. "Adagio, please…"

"Sing for me, sugar."

With that, Aria gave up on trying to slow Adagio down, deciding it was pointless. She gave herself up to Adagio, letting the dancer bring her to another climax. It felt like being hit by a ton of bricks, stars dancing in Aria's eyes, her mind going blank. She couldn't think, couldn't speak, couldn't do anything more than twitch and tense and moan around her girlfriend's fingers. Then, another freight train of an orgasm smashed into Aria, just as intense as the first two.

"Let's get one more out of you," purred Adagio. She returned her attention to Aria's breasts, being much gentler to her nipples than before. Instead of biting and sucking, Adagio licked and kissed Aria's tender nipple, keeping the electric sensation going throughout Aria's entire body.

"I… I don't know if… I can take… One more…" Aria was exhausted, just barely choking down her breaths. Her mouth had gone dry, and she was in desperate need of a drink of water. Even still, she couldn't deny how much she wanted this, how much she wanted more. She felt like she was dying, but she loved every single second.

Besides, everybody dies, and Aria figured there are worse ways to go out than in the backseat of an expensive car getting finger-blasted by her sexy stripper girlfriend.

"Well, we're about to find out, aren't we?" Adagio gave Aria a wink, finally sliding in a third finger and pistoning Aria's pussy without an ounce of remorse. Aria thought her body was done before, but now, every flick and tense of Adagio's hand felt magnified by ten. No matter how tired and spent she thought she was, Adagio was determined to get one last climax out of Aria, and that's precisely what she did.

Aria gripped Adagio tightly, holding her close as she came for the fourth time. Adagio finally stopped her hand, letting Aria ride out the rest of her orgasm. When Aria was done with the bulk of her quivering, Adagio pulled her hand up and licked her fingers clean, smirking at the exhaustion in Aria's eyes.

"Worth the wait?" asked Adagio. Aria nodded slowly, slumping in her seat.

"I'm just gonna… catch my breath…" Aria panted heavily, barely able to keep her eyes open. "That was… awesome."

"Glad to hear it, sugar." Adagio slid off of Aria's lap, reaching to the front seat to grab Aria's phone. By the time she returned to deliver it, Aria was already asleep. Adagio smirked to herself, producing her own phone from her pocket and sending out a quick call before putting it to her ear.

"Is everything alright, ma'am?"

"Absolutely. We're ready to go home now, if you don't mind." Adagio spared Aria one last look, snickering to herself. "Oh, and could you grab a towel on your way back? We may have made a bit of a mess back here."