"Can I buy you a drink, or will you be afraid of me too?"

From the woman’s tone, Tina knew she had watched her encounter with the strange man. She tried to speak intelligibly. "You … you can do anything you want."

The woman leaned in, revealing the cinnamon of her eyes to Tina’s emerald flecks. "Yes. I can." With that, the woman turned to the bar and ordered a drink before paying and turning back to Tina. "That dress is giving me some terrible ideas."

Tina blushed and smiled, somehow finding the courage to step forward and match the woman’s stance. She looked right into her eyes. "What do you wanna do to me?"

They both smiled at one another, until a drink was passed over the counter. The brunette accepted with a smile, holding it to her shoulder with a devilish grin. "Would you like a sip?"

Tina scoffed uncontrollably, "You ordered us both one drink?" Then she couldn’t help but wonder what the game would be. "… One sip?"

"For now."

Tina couldn’t believe the audacity of this woman to humiliate her so publicly, but a small part of her found excitement in it. As much as she tried to deny it, arousal coursed through her veins. "Can I hold it?"

"I think I’d better hold it. What with all that shaking, I’d say you’re bound to spill it all over yourself, and then what would we do? You’d be all wet."

The terrible grin wouldn’t be denied, as much as Tina hated it. She tried to purse her lips and turn her face, but none of it was helping. "You’re awful," she whispered.

"More horrible than you can imagine – now drink," the woman proposed, taking a large sip out of the glass before holding it out toward Tina. "I didn’t poison it. Come on."

Trust was not the issue – embarrassment was. Tina leaned in as discreetly as possible, and took a small sip of the strong mix. She coughed for a moment, and looked up to the brunette.

"Oh my, was that a little strong?"

Tina glared at her, a smile in her eyes. The depth of their excitement was climbing with each moment.

"This might be a little much for you," the woman smirked, bringing the glass to her lips and finishing the last few sips with ease, setting it back on the counter. "Care to dance?"

Tina accepted – she needed to touch this woman. She needed to be close. They walked together to the dance floor, where Tina finally spun into the woman’s hold, basking in the role of her submission. She felt just as small in this woman’s arms as she had in the man’s – even smaller still. The woman could sense it, leaning soft lips against Tina’s ear. "How about you squeeze my hand every time you’d like me to touch you?"

Tina paused with some confusion, but trembled with excitement when a strong hand moved down her backside.

"You can’t tell me you don’t enjoy this … I know how it gets you off."

The observation was true, and Tina’s excitement came through her grasp on the woman’s hand – she squeezed it, and in return, felt the woman hungrily squeeze her ass. Tina whimpered into the attentive ear, squeezing harder.

Capable fingers slipped down to the hem of the green dress, teasing her thigh. "I wouldn’t squeeze again if I were you … I’ll be tempted to touch you right here … in front of everyone."

Tina tensed with arousal, but tried to shake it from her mind. She opened her eyes to the woman’s gaze, both hands held in her certain grasp. They just looked at each other.

"You want everything I can give you," the woman whispered, unafraid to search Tina’s eyes for the truth. If she had found doubt or confusion then, she would have given her time. However, the fire burning in the depths of green ignited her own, and she led Tina off the dance floor. There was fun to be had.