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Chapter one: Pole with an agenda

“Hi, it’s great to meet you! Agatha, right? Wanda has told me so much about you,” Rio smiles at the dark haired lady, clad in cycling shorts and an over-sized t-shirt.

“Yes, hi! Sorry, sorry, my hands are freezing. It’s so cold out there!” Agatha apologises as she shakes the instructor’s hand. “Sorry, remind me of your name? I’m terrible with names. God, you have a good handshake. I love a woman with a strong handshake,” she smiles, suddenly intrigued by the woman, noting the beauty of her facial structure and intensity of her bright eyes.

“Oh thank you. It’s Rio, but you call me whatever you like,” she chuckles, genuinely charmed by Agatha’s compliment. “Come on through, you’re just in time, I’ve just finished setting up for our session. How are you feeling about it? Wanda mentioned that this is your first time trying pole.” Rio asks, holding the door open for Agatha and gesturing for her to head into the studio.

When Agatha walks in, Rio finds her eyes watching Agatha’s ass in her cycle shorts. She tells herself that she’s just assessing Agatha’s fitness and strength as she continues to stare while walking down the corridor.

“No, to be honest, I’m kind of expecting to hate it. But Wanda hasn’t stopped going on about what pole has done for her figure. I’d really like to tone up a bit to be honest so I thought I’d give it a shot,” Agatha explains. When they enter the studio, Agatha turns to face Rio and she quickly diverts her eyes.

“Well, you already look pretty toned from where I’m standing, but sure, we can focus on toning if that’s what you’re going for,” Rio nods. Agatha catches herself blushing slightly, take aback by the compliment from the younger woman. “Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you,” Rio apologises.

“No, not at all. I don’t get embarrassed, hon. I’m flattered, compliments like that will get you far,” she winks. “Now, please tell me you’re not going to throw me straight in at the deep end and get me on that thing right now?” Agatha raises a single brow, eyeing up the pole in the centre of the room. It’s a fairly small room, with floor to ceiling mirrors on opposite sides, several discoballs hanging from the ceilings and some sort of harness hanging over in the corner, as well as a few chairs and other fitness paraphernalia dotted about the room.

“So, we’re going to begin actually by just doing some simple stretches and testing out some moves off the pole. We don’t want you to go injuring yourself, so if we just start at these mats over here and I’ll talk you through some stretches,” Rio explains, guiding Agatha to two black yoga mats in front of one of the mirrored walls.

Rio begins to demonstrate some stretches and encourages Agatha to mirror her actions. Agatha begins to struggle, unsure where she’s meant to be placing her legs and so Rio comes up behind and guides her into position, running her hand along the outside of Agatha’s bare thigh. She can’t help but notice the goosebumps that rise on her skin as she does.

“Ooh, are you cold? I can crank the heating up,” Rio asks, her voice full of concern.

“Oh no, no. A little hot if anything actually,” Agatha says, clearing her throat. “I might just slip my t-shirt off,” she adds.

“Sure,” Rio steps back and watches as Agatha removes her top to reveal a black sports bra. It’s rather revealing and it takes every ounce of Rio’s strength not to stare at her chest. “So as I was saying, if you just pop your feet hip-width apart,” she says, keen to return all attention to the task at hand.

She continues to stretch with Agatha, cautiously sneaking peaks at Agatha in the mirror when she’s not looking. She can’t help but notice how attractive the lady is. Her banter only adds to the attraction as Agatha cracks several jokes that has Rio letting out real belly laughs for the first time in a long time.

“Alright, Wanda didn’t tell me you were a comedian,” Rio says breathlessly, wiping a stray tear under her eye as she comes down from a fit of giggles.

“What can I say, I know how to make the ladies laugh!” Agatha exclaims, exuding confidence as she continues to stretch her hamstring while searching Rio’s face for a reaction.

“And what about the guys?” Rio asks, phishing for information on Agatha’s sexuality.

“Oh I’m not interested in men. Not in any sense,” Agatha clarifies. “How about you?” She asks boldly.

“No, no, me neither. It’s women and women only for me, preferably older,” she pauses, suddenly realising the potential implications of what she’s said.

“Oh, so I’m right up your street then?” Agatha smiles, a mischievous glint in her eye.

“Actually, you kind of are,” Rio shrugs, attempting to feign nonchalance but deep down her heartbeat has picked up. “I have a thing for dark hair and confidence,” she explains.

“Well,” Agatha says, bending forwards to touch her toes. Rio hasn’t instructed her to perform this pose, but she seems to have taken it upon herself to do it anyway and Rio can’t help but wonder whether it’s for her benefit. “Turn me into a talented pole girl and I might just take you out,” Agatha winks as she stands back up, sure that she caught sight of Rio staring at her behind.

“Come on then, let’s practice some moves and we’ll get you on there,” Rio willingly plays along, more than happy to flirt with Agatha.

Rio talks Agatha through some simple moves that they’ll be starting with on the pole and explains safe ways to mount and dismount the pole. Agatha watches Rio thoughtfully as she demonstrates but Rio isn’t entirely convinced by some of Agatha’s responses that she’s understanding.

“Does that all make sense? I haven’t lost you have I? It’s really important you understand before you get on as a lot of people don’t understand how dangerous it can actually be,” Rio says.

“Oh yes, yes I’ve understood. I just am struggling to concentrate a little, sorry,” Agatha shakes her head as if she’s attempting to clear thoughts from her mind.

“Okay, to start with I’ll hop on and you watch, then you can get on and copy me. Sound good?” Rio trots over to the pole and proceeds to mount it, talking Agatha through the process.

“Got it,” Agatha confirms. “Go on then, show me some real moves. Give me your best work,” Agatha smiles suggestively, eager to see Rio in action on the pole. Suddenly, Rio finds herself feeling a little shy - a rare emotion for her. Still, she’s keen to impress Agatha so goes ahead and gives her a performance, eliciting a few wolf whistles from Agatha followed by a clapping as she dismounts the pole.

“Wow, you could charge a hell of a lot of money for a performance like that in a bar,” Agatha says, blowing out a deep breath and fanning herself.

Rio chuckles, “That’s how I started out actually. Picture me in a push up bra and thong in a sleazy bar downtown-“

“Oh, I’m picturing it,” Agatha cuts her off mid-sentence. Rio falls silence, losing track of what she was about to say. “I bet you made some serious tips,” Agatha adds, enjoying the flushed look on Rio’s face.

“I did,” Rio smiles coyly.

“Do you still perform at any bars? Asking for a friend, of course,” Agatha smirks and takes a small step closer to Rio.

Rio pauses for a moment before answering and narrows her eyes at Agatha. There’s nothing Rio enjoys more than a good flirt so she decides to take the bait. “Sweetheart, you only have to ask and I’ll get my kit off and perform for you anytime,” she flicks her mid-length hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated motion.

“Now?” Agatha, says simply with no smirk or sarcasm and takes another step closer. Rio’s eyes widen as she concludes that Agatha is not joking. “Sorry, too far?” She asks, raising a brow.

“No, no. I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” Rio steps up to the plate, silently wondering whether she could actually go through with this.

“Good girl,” Agatha says quietly, taking another step closer. She reaches forward and tucks a stray strand of hair behind Rio’s ear, “Do you need a hand with your clothes or?”

“I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself,” Rio whispers but stay frozen to the spot as Agatha fingers the strand of hair. Rio’s breathing hitches and she’s certain that Agatha must be able to say her chest rising and falling so quickly.

“Go on then, big girl,” Agatha taunts, releasing the strand of hair and taking a step back.

“I should probably just-“ Rio says, heading to the studio door and turning the lock. She can’t believe she’s actually doing this, she knows full well that if they were to get caught this could severely damage her reputation. But somehow, that threat makes this moment all the more thrilling.

Her heart pounds as she heads back over to Agatha who is stood next to the pole. “Don’t want anyone walking in and getting a free show,” Rio jokes.

“Good idea. Mind if I pick a song while you get undressed?” Agatha suggests, sensing that Rio is a tad nervous and suspecting that some music might loosen her up. Before Rio can respond, Agatha heads to the laptop in the window where Rio has Spotify open and she proceeds to search up Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac.

“Nice choice,” Rio says as the voice of Stevie Nicks fills the room. With that, she begins to lift her t-shirt to reveal a baby blue halter neck sports bra. She silently thanks her past self for choosing this particular bra to wear today, it’s by far the one that makes her boobs look the best. Agatha walks back over to Rio and gives an appreciative nod. This is all the confidence boost Rio needs to start removing her leggings.

Now stood in her sports bra and thong, she struts over to the pole, empowered by the music and the hungry look on Agatha’s face. As Rio takes her position, Agatha pulls up a chair a few feet away from the pole and leans back in the seat, legs wide open and arms draped over the back of the seat.

Rio proceeds to put on the show of a lifetime, encouraged by the clapping and cheering from Agatha as she moves up and down the pole, spinning and moving in time to the music.

When the song is coming to an end, Rio notices Agatha getting to her feet and making her way over to the pole. Before she even knows what’s happening, Agatha practically lifts Rio from the pole and pushes her against it, the cold metal hard against her spine. Agatha takes one long look at Rio, from her toes up to her eyes and then plants a firm kiss on her lips. Rio doesn’t respond at first, too stunned by Agatha’s bold move but furiously turned on at the same time. An hour ago she’d never even met this woman and now she was here in the middle of a Wednesday afternoon, in her bra and thong, having just performed a very provocative pole dancing sequence for, now being kissed.

Agatha pulls back and searches Rio’s face, suddenly concerned that she’s misread the signals and taken it too far. For a split second, Rio debates telling Agatha that this is a bad idea. But before she can even begin to formulate a sentence, she finds herself launching at Agatha with full force, locking on to her lips, hungry to taste her. Starving for more of her.

The two women kiss furiously, their hands traveling all over each other, desperate to feel every inch of the other’s body as though their lives depend on it. Agatha’s tongue works its way into Rio’s mouth, dying for more of her. At this point, Rio begins to walk Agatha backwards towards the chair she pulled up a few minutes ago. Their lips still connected, Rio guides Agatha into the seat and straddles her.

Agatha’s hands find themselves on Rio’s ass and in appreciation, Rio gently tugs at Agatha’s bottom lip with her front teeth. Sensing that Rio probably enjoys the rougher side of things, Agatha slaps Rio’s right ass cheek which elicits a low groan from Rio, into Agatha’s mouth.

“You like that?” Agatha asks breathlessly, as she leans back to look at Rio. Rio nods eagerly, reaching down for the zip at the front of Agatha’s sports bra.

“This is very convenient,” Rio smiles. She stares directly into Agatha’s eyes as she unzips the bra and swiftly removes it from her body with one hand and throws it somewhere behind her.

This causes Agatha to look over Rio’s shoulder, where she finds herself enjoying the view in the mirror of Rio on top of her.

“I’m liking this mirror,” Agatha says, Rio now looking back to indulge in the sight of them both too.

“Well, you can have a lot of fun with a mirror,” Rio whispers with a suggestive smile.

“I’m looking forward to you showing me,” Agatha says. “Now let’s make this even and get this off,” she adds, lifting Rio’s bra up and over her head. Agatha hums in appreciation as she admires the view of Rio’s erect nipples. Small and delicate pink and begging for Agatha’s attention.

Leaning forward, Agatha blows delicately on the left nipple and Rio instinctively shifts forward, pushing her breast closer to Agatha’s face. “Ah, not so fast,” Agatha smiles, pulling back. “There’s no rush, is there?”

“Well, kind of,” Rio bites down on her bottom lip. Subconsciously, she has begun to grind her hips back and forth and Agatha can feel the heat radiating from her. She wants this, badly. But it’s not enough, Agatha needs her desperate. She needs her whining and begging and crying out for her.

“No. We’re going to take this at my pace and you’re going to do exactly as I say,” Agatha instructs, reaching round to pull Rio’s thong. Rio’s eyes widen and she stops breathing for a moment, her mind running wild. Suddenly, Agatha releases the thong and it snaps harshly against Rio’s skin. Rio’s hand darts to rub at the skin but Agatha’s catches her wrist before she has chance, stilling her. “Don’t rub it,” Agatha says and Rio’s nods silently in response, the corners of her mouth twitching as she suppresses a smile. She’s enjoying this.

“Slow down,” Agatha grabs Rio’s hips and steadies them, then shuffles to lift one leg so that Rio’s crotch is pressed against Agatha’s right thigh. Rio continues to grind her hips, slower and harder now, as she presses against Agatha’s leg, gagging to feel any friction that can provide relief for the throbbing she feels between her legs. The thin cotton of her thong is the only thing separating her pussy from Agatha’s skin and she’s desperate to rip it off and let Agatha feel how wet she is for her. Agatha returns her attention to Rio’s nipples, even harder now as her arousal continues to build.

Pointing her tongue so it’s firm, she circles Rio’s nipple, breathing heavily as she does. Rio rocks harder against Agatha’s leg in response, moaning as she does.

“Not too fast,” Agatha warns, steadying her hips again. “Don’t think I’m going to let you come that easily. Keep it slow because if you come like this, I’ll walk right out of here and leave you. Understand?”

“Yes Agatha,” Rio breathes, doing as she’s told and slowing her movements right down.

Then Agatha’s mouth is back on her breasts, taking her whole nipple into her mouth now and sucking it gently at first, then harder, until Rio’s hands are in fists in Agatha’s hair and she’s tugging gently, silently pleading for more. While her mouth is hard at work on one breast, her hand works on her other, toying with her nipple, stroking and flicking and rolling.

Agatha can feel it now, she can feel Rio’s wetness through her thong. She looks down and finds herself revelling at the view of the glistening proof of Rio’s arousal all over her leg. “Oh baby, you’ve made such a mess,” Agatha tuts, drawing Rio’s attention to her leg. “Get on your knees for me,” she instructs. Without missing a beat, Rio immediately drops to the floor in front of the chair and positions herself between Agatha’s legs. “Now, using your tongue and clean it up.”

Rio’s eyes widen as she looks up Agatha’s face, she can’t quite decide whether she’s mortified or whether that’s the single sexiest thing anyone has ever said to her. Either way, she’s in too deep now to say no. So she leans forward, Agatha scooping her hair up and holding it back so that she can see better, and she laps up the wetness on Agatha’s thigh. She moans at the taste of herself, but when she begins to imagine what Agatha might taste like, she finds herself moaning even louder.

“Good girl. Now kiss me,” Agatha says, leaning down as Rio stretches up to meet her. Agatha groans into Rio’s mouth, her hands continuing to fondle her breasts. Rio reaches for the waistband of Agatha’s cycle shorts, suddenly keen to see more of her. Agatha complies, lifting her hips and wriggles out of the shorts. Rio breaks the kiss to look down at Agatha’s body and is pleasantly surprised to find that Agatha had no panties on under the shorts.

“What?” Agatha asks as Rio stares.

“Just enjoying the view,” Rio smirks before getting to her feet. She decides to level the playing field. She turns around to face herself in the mirror, letting her hands wander up and down her body while Agatha watches her in the reflection from behind. Then just as Agatha opens her mouth to speak, Rio very, very slowly begins to work her thong off and down her legs, swaying rhythmically to Dreams playing away in the background.

She can’t help but notice the way that Agatha squirms in her seat when Rio steps out of the thong. She swivels and heads back over to Agatha, strutting in a circle around her and the chair. When she’s back in front of Agatha, she bends over in front of her, arching her back as she does, then slowly stands straight.

Suddenly the tables have turned and Agatha is unable to sit still, her right hand finding its way down to her lower lips, stroking them up and down with her fingertips as she grinds her hips into the chair.

“Yes, touch yourself while you watch me,” Rio says, swaying her hips to the music. She cups her own breast and rolls her nipples between her fingers and this is all it takes for Agatha to completely lose control and her fingers slip between her folds and start massaging her pussy.

“Are you wet?” Rio asks, her eyes flicking between Agatha’s hand hard at work and her face, flushed and glowing, lips red, swollen and parted as she breathes heavily.

“Soaking,” Agatha responds. She removes her fingers and she brings them up to her lips and begins to suck on them. It drives Rio insane and before she can even think, she’s back on her knees between Agatha’s legs.

She grabs Agatha’s hips, yanking her forward in her seat and drags her tongue up the inside of Agatha’s thigh, leaving a wet trail in its wake. When she reaches her crotch, she blows gently on Agatha’s lips, mimicking Agatha’s teasing earlier. Rio looks up at her through thick, dark lashes and is pleased to find Agatha watching.

“Good. You keep watching,” Rio says, before parting Agatha’s lips with her right hand and diving in with her tongue.

“Oh god,” Agatha grunts. Lifting her hips slightly to meet Rio’s face. “Fuck, yes,” she moans, her hands on the back of Rio’s head.

While Rio’s tongue flicks back and forth over Agatha’s hard clit, she slides her middle finger into her pussy. She wasn’t joking about being soaking wet, her finger glides in and out with ease. A little too easily. She adds her ring finger and curls upwards, searching for the rough spot that will have Agatha really calling out.

“Another,” Agatha breathes. “Another finger,” she is pleading now.

Rio pulls away to look up at her and flashes a devilish smile. Adding her index finger now, she picks up the speed and quickly pumps in and out of Agatha. Sucking her clit into her mouth and groaning against it, knowing how good the vibrations feel on the little bundle of nerves, she works faster and deeper with her fingers.

Agatha is breathing hard now, her one hand fondling her own breast and the other on Rio’s shoulder, digging her nails into her skin.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to-“ Agatha grunts, but before she can finish the sentence, Rio feels her tighten around her fingers and her body convulses, her back arching off the chair. One long groan escapes her lips as Rio gently circles her clit with her tongue until Agatha is pushing her head away.

A few seconds pass and Rio watches in delight as Agatha comes down from her orgasm, but she quickly regains control of the situation and is yanking Rio by the arm into her lap.

“I’m going to make you come so hard,” Agatha promises as she leans in for a kiss. Rio is already so close to the edge, just feeling Agatha come around her and hearing her moan was enough to have her on the brink of her own orgasm. So when Agatha’s pulls Rio flush against her and Rio feels Agatha’s breasts pressed against her sensitive nipples, it’s only a few seconds before Rio catches herself reaching orgasm too. Pulling away from the kiss and throwing her head back, she moans loudly and bites down on her bottom lip.

When she looks back down at Agatha, her eyes are wild with desire and her lips curled up in a smirk. “I haven’t even touched your pussy yet,” Agatha scoffs. “Jesus, that was hot.” She eyes her incredulously, almost unable to believe what she just witnessed.

“I’ve never done that before,” Rio admits. “Wow,” she says, blowing out a deep breath.

“Wow indeed,” Agatha smiles, pushing Rio’s hair back from her face and tucking it behind her ears.

“Well if that’s what happens just when you look at me, I can’t wait to see what happens when I actually get inside you,” Agatha is grinning now and her eyes have glazed over with something new, something so enticing Rio can hardly breathe. “Go get my bag,” Agatha asks, pointing to her gym back by the studio door.

Rio does as she’s told and on shaky legs retrieves Agatha’s bag for her. Rio watches Agatha closely as her hand searches her bag and ever-so-casually retrieves her strap.

“Urm, do you just casually carry that about with you everywhere?” Rio asks, surprised.

“Let’s just say, I was really hoping this session would end up this way,” she winks, standing up from the chair and expertly stepping into the strap.

Rio gulps loudly and can’t decide whether to be incredibly angry that this woman, who was a complete stranger an hour ago, came here with the intention and insane audacity of having sex with her, or to be incredibly grateful that she’s organised enough to have anticipated needing her strap. Choosing to go with the latter, Rio enjoys the show of Agatha tightening the straps around her thighs.

“Now, turn around. You’re going to watch yourself come,” she says, nodding towards the mirror. Rio’s breath hitches and she turns to face the mirror as she’s told. Agatha comes up behind her, positioning her head over her shoulder. She feels the dildo poke into her ass cheek, a not-so-subtle promise of what’s to come.

Agatha slowly sweeps Rio’s hair to one side, revealing her bare neck. She begins to plant soft, sultry kisses on the skin as she reaches round with her right hand. At first, Agatha splays her palm over Rio’s lower stomach, applying pressure just above her pelvic bone. Rio enjoys the pressure, feeling the familiar pulsing sensation in her lower body as she tilts her head to accommodate more of Agatha’s mouth on her neck.

Gradually, Agatha’s left hand travels over the rise of Rio’s ass and reaches underneath to stroke her lips. Feather light at first, allowing her fingertips to simply graze the sensitive skin. Then beginning to apply pressure, she slips inside and is pleased to find Rio drenched in desire.

“Tell me what I should do with my fingers,” Agatha stares directly at Rio in the mirror, her eyes wide and hungry. “What do you want me to do to you?” She asks.

“Side to side on my clit,” Rio pants.

“Guide me,” Agatha says. With that, Rio reaches down from the front and finds Agatha’s hand and guides it to her clit.

“You’re so hard for me,” Agatha gasps. Rio moans in agreement, her hand over Agatha’s as they both begin to move side to side, flicking Rio’s clit back and forth. “This is how you like it?” She asks and Rio nods frantically in response. “I’ll remember this for next time,” she smiles.

“I want you inside me,” Rio begs, attempting to turn around to face Agatha.

“No. Stop looking at me, look at yourself,” she tells her. “What do you want inside you? My fingers or my cock?”

“Both,” Rio groans, her head tilting backwards onto Agatha’s shoulder.

“Come on,” Agatha takes Rio’s hand and leads her back to the chair. She sits and taking Rio’s hips, spins her around to face the mirror again. “Come back, sit on my lap facing the mirror.” Rio’s heart skips a beat, realising what Agatha is getting her to do. She knows this is going to be hot.

Rio hovers, positioning herself over the tip of Agatha’s dildo. “Wait, not until I say,” Agatha’s voice is stern. Rio freezes where she is. Agatha spits on her hand and rubs up and down the shaft of the dildo, coating it in her saliva. Then she leans forward and kisses Rio’s ass. “Okay, lower yourself.”

Rio exhales loudly as she sinks onto the dildo, taking it to the hilt. When Agatha’s entire strap is inside her, Rio pauses for a second to enjoy the feeling of fullness as she pulsates around the cold plastic. A few seconds pass and then Rio is bouncing up and down hungrily, Agatha enjoying the view of her ass from behind.

“Look at the way your body is moving,” Agatha interrupts the sound of panting, encouraging Rio to look at herself in the mirror. “You’re so hungry, such a slut. You can’t get enough of my strap inside you can you?” Rio shakes her head in response, too breathless to speak. “Can you see how wet you are, it’s all over us both,” Agatha practically growls. “Lean forward, put your hands on my knees and arch your back for me honey,” Agatha instructs and Rio complies happily.

Her hands roaming over Rio’s back, she delves lower, her hands pulling her cheeks apart and her thumbs massaging the skin between. Rio continues to thrust and rock hard, enjoying every inch of Agatha’s strap.

“You still want my fingers too?” Agatha asks, meeting Rio’s eyes in the mirror.

“Please,” Rio pleads.

“You want them here?” Agatha asks, stroking the tight hole between her cheeks.

“God, yes,” Rio begs, pushing her ass closer to Agatha without shame.

Agatha sucks on her thumb, swirling her tongue around it as she gazes at Rio’s reflection.

“Hurry, I need it,” Rio pleads again. Keen to fulfil Rio’s needs, Agatha gently presses into Rio with her thumb. Rio pauses for a second, her thrusting coming to a halt.

“Okay?” Agatha asks, unsure whether this is a good pause or a bad one.

“Sorry, yeah. I’m fine,” Rio whispers between pants. “I just feel so full. It feels good,” she smiles to herself. Then she’s back to grinding on Agatha’s cock while Agatha thrusts into her with her thumb from behind.

Agatha catches sight of Rio reaching for her clit and promptly grabs her wrist. “I’ll do that, you just focus on moving your hips,” Agatha says, reaching round with her free hand and flicking Rio’s clit side to side, just as she’d shown her.

Within less than a minute, Rio is calling out, practically screaming as she tightens around Agatha. Agatha reaches for Rio’s chest, catching her with one hand as she goes limp, almost falling forwards. She pulls her back to lean against her as she twitches in the afterglow, small waves still hitting her. Agatha enjoys the sight, placing her palm over Rio’s pussy and feeling the twitches of her clit. She massages lightly as Rio comes back to life.

“That might just be the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she mumbles. “I don’t think I can feel my legs.”

Agatha lets out a small chuckle. “Well, you better hurry up and sort that out because I’m not done with you yet. Have you got anymore classes today?” She asks.

“No, you’re my last.”

“Good. You’re coming home with me. I’m going to cook you dinner and then we’re going to start on round two,” Agatha plants soft kisses on Rio’s shoulder. “You’re wearing the strap next.”

Suddenly, Rio is galvanised. Sitting up straight and turning to look Agatha in the eye. “We better get a move on then,” she smiles mischievously.

Agatha helps her to her feet and the two women begin to dress. “Next session, we’re going to find a way for you to use the strap with pole,” Agatha suggests.

“Have you just got a pole kink?” Rio snorts.

“Yes Rio, yes I have. After that, I’m thinking I need one in my bedroom. For you of course, not for me.”

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“Oh god what is this, it’s so staged,” Agatha mutters to herself, closing the lid of her laptop in frustration. She presses the button, turning off her vibrator and throws it to the end of the bed. She huffs and pushes her palms into her eyes. This isn’t working and she’s fed up. She lies there for a moment, deciding that she just needs a break for a minute.

Suddenly, she thinks back to the photo she took with Rio a few nights ago while at the bar. Her top so low cut, her little breasts looked so good, her hard nipples visible through the fabric.

She’d spent all night trying to train her eyes to Rio’s face, desperately avoiding staring at her chest. She pulls out her phone and begins to flick through her texts, searching for her conversation with Rio to find the photo.

“Aha!” She smiles, enlarging the photo on her screen. She can hardly believe the woman is real, she’s so god damn perfect she’s too good to be true. She closes her eyes and puts her phone down beside her and allows her imagination to run wild, playing out scenarios in her head.

Agatha pictures herself and Rio in the photo booth, Rio catching her staring at her tits and fucking her senseless with her fingers as punishment, there and then in the photo booth with the risk of anyone walking in at any moment. Her hand absentmindedly wanders down to her clit, massaging as she continues to play the scene out in her head. She’s moaning, low and loud, when she suddenly realises she can hear her name being called.

“Agatha are you okay?”

Her eyes burst open and her face flushes. She looks down and finds her phone on the bed beside her, Rio’s concerned face filling the screen as she repeats her question. Oh fuck. She must’ve caught the FaceTime button when she moved her phone. She quickly covers the camera and picks up the phone.

“Hi hon’, so sorry, I must’ve butt dialled. I’m all good, speak to you-“

Rio cuts her off. “Agatha were you having a wank?” She asks, grinning at the screen. Always so straight to the point. Agatha sighs, blushing again. “Agatha I know you’re still there,” she chuckles now.

“Fine, yes,” Agatha is mortified, especially knowing that she was just getting off to this very woman.

“How did you end up calling me you idiot? Or is this an invitation to join?” Rio is still grinning. Agatha’s eyebrows shoot up in shock at the suggestion. Her mind reels as she considers the implication of Rio’s words.

“I- I uh, I was on our conversation I must’ve just caught the FaceTime button by accident, I don’t know,” Agatha stutters. She’s not normally one to struggle for words, but she’s never been caught out like this.

“So let me get this straight, or not,” she pauses to chuckle to herself. “You were having a wank and were casually on your phone looking at our messages?” Rio asks. Even through the phone, her gaze pierces right through Agatha, travelling deep inside and igniting something low down. “Oh hold up, the last thing I sent you was the photo from the other night. Oh my god!” Her eyebrows raise and her mouth gapes open. “You were getting off to the photo of us!” She accuses.

Agatha stutters, searching for words but she knows it’s no good. Suddenly the phone goes dead, Rio has ended the call. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Agatha wonders whether she’s offended or upset Rio. What would she do now? She throws the phone across the room with a thud and she groans. What an absolute fuck up!

She considers going next door to apologise and speak to her but she can’t even think of an excuse good enough to explain what just happened. She’s racking her mind for possible solutions when she hears a knock on the front door of her apartment. She stops breathing. It’s late on a Thursday evening. She wonders who it could possibly be.

“Agatha! Let me in!” She hears Rio call distantly.

“Oh shit,” Agatha mutters aloud. She looks down at her naked body and panics. Rio knocks again, harder and louder.

Feeling the pressure, Agatha grabs her satin robe off the bathroom door and heads for the main apartment door, tying the robe shut as she goes. Rio is banging on the door still when she reaches it. Agatha pauses, taking a deep, steadying breath, suddenly full of anxiety.

She opens the door slowly and begins, “Rio I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-“ but Rio interrupts her, barging in and slamming the door behind her. Agatha stands there, searching Rio’s face, trying desperately to read her emotions.

Rio leans back against the door, wearing blue striped boxers and an oversized t-shirt with Lana Del Rey on the front. She looks good enough to eat, her bronzed, toned legs, bare and calling like magnets to Agatha’s eyes.

“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Rio finally breaks the silence. “I figured, instead of looking at my photo, you could look at the real thing,” she says, smiling as her tongue toys with the inside of her cheek.

Agatha’s too stunned to speak, her mind reeling and her heart racing with anticipation.

“You mean-“

“I mean, let’s go to your room,” Rio clarifies, taking Agatha by the hand and leading her to her bedroom. Rio walks in and immediately clocks the toys and lube on the bed and smiles to herself, both happy to confirm her suspicions and excited by the possibility of using these on Agatha herself. “Wow, you really were hard at work,” she teases, turning to face Agatha as they both stand at the foot of the bed.

“Don’t embarrass me, this is already embarrassing enough!” Agatha exclaims, covering her face with her hands and facing away from Rio.

“No, no don’t do that,” Rio says, pulling her hands away and holding them. “It’s really fucking hot. Seriously. And I just thought, if you’re going to use me for wank material then it’s only fair I get something out of it too, right?” She toys with Agatha’s fingers as she speaks.

“Like what? What do you want to get out of it?” Agatha asks.

“Well, I could watch you, for starters. And maybe I could help?” She suggests, her voice low and quiet now as she narrows her eyes at Agatha.

Agatha’s breath hitches as she considers this. Sure, she’d like that a hell of a lot. But what would this mean for her and Rio? Having started out as next door neighbours this time last year, they’d become really close friends recently and Agatha would be damned if she’d ruin their friendship over this.

“I don’t know. Are you not freaked that I was, you know, getting off thinking of you?” Agatha asks, completely bemused by Rio’s reaction.

“I just said! It’s really hot!” Rio repeats. “And if I’m really honest, I’ve actually done the same a few times.”

“Wh-what?” Agatha’s eyes widen.

“Yeah,” Rio chuckles. “Let’s just say that photo of your Instagram, the one where you’re on the beach in Mexico in the black bikini, that’s pretty much burned into my memory at this point,” she tucks a stray hair behind Agatha’s ear. Agatha is shocked by this admission, she didn’t believe for a second that someone as incredible as Rio could possibly be attracted to her. “I’ve wanted to get in your panties since the first time I saw you, Agatha. Come on, you must’ve known? I made it so obvious! I didn’t think you were interested,” she shrugs.

“Me? God of course I am! Jesus,” she scoffs, completely dumbfounded at this point.

“Well then, what are we waiting for? Get back on the bed and just act like I’m not here,” she winks, nodding towards the bed.

“For real?” Agatha questions.

“For real, sweetheart. Come on, I already heard you over the phone, show me now too. You stopped just as it sounded like it was getting good,” Rio pauses and steps closer, closing the gap between her and Agatha. She moves Agatha’s hair to one side and leans in close to whisper in her ear. “I bet you’re dying to come, aren’t you?”

She leans back to look at Agatha’s face now. Agatha nods silently, chewing at her bottom lip as her gaze flicks between Rio’s eyes and her plump, red lips. She swallows, hard. Rio reaches for the material keeping Agatha’s robe together and slowly pulls the tie loose. The robe falls open and Rio steps back to admire her naked body beneath. She hums her appreciation, Agatha watching as her eyes gradually rake over her body. Agatha wiggles her shoulders, the robe falling off completely now.

“Wow,” Rio mumbles under her breath. “So much better than the photo,” she shakes her head slightly in disbelief. The compliments have Agatha feeling a whole new sense of confidence Suddenly empowered by Rio’s words, she steps forwards and grabs the hem of her t-shirt. She pauses, waiting for Rio’s reaction. Rio gives a small nod, silently giving the go ahead.

Agatha pulls the t-shirt over her head, pleased to find her bra-less. Wasting no time now, she takes the waistband of her baggy boxer shorts and pulls them down to her ankles. Rio steps out of them and kicks them aside.

“Better than my photo?” Rio asks in a cocky tone, an eyebrow raised.

“So much better,” Agatha confirms, her hands instinctively reaching out to cup Rio’s breasts.

“You’re really into my boobs, huh?” She teases.

Agatha decides to show her rather than answering. She leans forwards and takes Rio’s left nipple between her lips and suckles it gently. She’s been fantasising about doing this for months, she can hardly believe this is actually happening now.

“Woah, hold up. This is meant to be about you, go lie down. There’s time for this later,” Rio instructs, grabbing Agatha by the shoulders and turning her around and pushing her towards the bed.

Agatha does as she’s told and climbs onto the bed. Suddenly feeling shy as she lies in the middle of the mattress, Rio staring down at her, she asks, “Now what?”

“You tell me, Agatha. What would you be doing if I wasn’t here right now? If you were looking at a photo of me on your phone, what would you do to yourself?” She says, while taking a seat on the chaise lounge in the corner of the room. The way she sits is so masculine, her legs parted, her left arm slung over the back of the chair and her right arm at her side with her hand resting on her thigh. God this really is so much better than the photo, Agatha thinks to herself. Rio stares at her expectantly and Agatha decides it’s time to stop stalling. She exhales deeply and reaches for her vibrator that she’d given up on earlier.

“Good,” Rio praises, satisfied by Agatha’s choice.

Agatha props herself up against a couple of pillows and allows her legs to fall open. She clicks the little vibrator into action starts by running it up and down her pussy lips, feather light at first.

“That’s it, tease yourself,” Rio says. Agatha gives a small, quiet moan. “You like it when I talk?” Rio asks in response.

“Yes, your voice turns me on,” Agatha finds herself saying. All shame has left the building now, her cards are well and truly on the table.

“My voice turns you on?” Rio smirks, clearly pleased with herself.

“Everything about you turns me on,” Agatha clarifies.

“How turned on are you right now?” Rio asks.

Agatha pauses, wondering exactly how scandalous she should be with her reply. Instead of explaining, she moves the vibrator away and with her other hand, drags the tip of her index finger through the folds of her pussy and then holds her finger up for Rio. “Does that answer your question?”

“No need for the lube then,” Rio scoffs, nodding towards the bottle on the bed.

Agatha scoffs before returning the vibrator to her skin. This time she traces faint circles around her clit with the tip of the vibrator. She bites down on her lip at the contact.

“How does that feel?” Rio asks, her eyes hungrily following the motion of the vibrator.

“Like it’s not enough,” Agatha answers.

“Give yourself more then,” Rio tells her, her own hand trailing back and forth along her inner thigh. Agatha notices, her heart rate increasing at the sight. She reaches for the dildo beside her, slipping the tip into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Rio groans at the sight, readjusting her position on the seat, her legs falling wide open now.

Agatha’s eyes are focused between Rio’s legs as she releases the dildo from her own mouth and positions it at her entrance.

“This is what you want to do to yourself when you think of me?” Rio interrupts the sound of heavy breathing.

“Yes,” she breathes, slowly pressing the dildo into her entrance. Her eyes clench shut and she inhales sharply, enjoying the feeling.

“God, you’ve taken it all,” Rio bites her lip. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Agatha’s eyes fly open, she clenches around the dildo at the sight of Rio now rubbing her clit, her hips circling on the chaise lounge. Agatha reacts by beginning to thrust the dildo in and out of herself.

“You really weren’t kidding about being wet, I can hear it,” Rio says, mesmerised by Agatha’s hands now. Agatha is just as mesmerised by Rio’s own hands, now lazily massaging the folds of her pussy as she squirms.

“It’s you,” Agatha grunts. “You make me so wet.” She presses directly onto her clit with the vibrator now, continuing to pump the dildo in and out at a steady speed with her other hand.

“That’s it, I can’t take it anymore,” Rio announces, flying up from the chair, crossing the room in all of two strides and climbing up the bed. She settles between Agatha’s legs and places her hand over hers on the dildo. “Let me take over.” Agatha releases it and Rio continues the job, not missing a beat, picking up the speed slightly. “And this,” she says, taking the vibrator from her control too. “You just relax.”

Agatha’s hands grip the bed sheet instead, her knuckles white. She moans loudly when Rio readjusts the angle of the dildo, pointing the tip up towards Agatha’s stomach. Agatha clenches her eyes shut at the sensation, the tip of the dildo grazing her g spot at the perfect tempo.

Her eyes fly back open when she feels the vibrator leave her clit but she’s quickly appeased when she sees Rio move it between her own legs and press it against herself.

“Oh fuck,” Rio groans, her hips moving against the vibrator as she continues to fuck Agatha with the dildo.

“Your mouth,” Agatha breathes. “I need it, on my clit, to come,” she grunts between laboured breaths, knowing that she won’t get there from the dildo alone.

Rio is only happy to comply, immediately sinking into Agatha’s pussy with her mouth. Her tongue taunting and teasing her hard clit. Tasting her and feeling her like this has Rio grinding hard against the vibrator. She can feel herself getting close.

She looks up at Agatha through thick, dark lashes and finds Agatha already looking down, watching her. Suddenly, her back arches up off the mattress and she throws her head back with high pitched moan. “I’m coming,” she shouts. “Fuck, Rio!”

Hearing Agatha call her name pushes Rio over the edge too, moaning against Agatha’s clit as she comes to the feeling of the vibrator. Agatha’s legs begin to shake and Rio feels her clit twitch against her tongue so she backs off, slowly sliding the dildo out too. She gently massages Agatha’s pussy with her hand instead as she clicks the vibrator off, drops it and comes to lie alongside her so that she can be level with her.

“Hi,” Rio whispers as Agatha opens her eyes, still rubbing oh-so gently as she comes down from her orgasm.

“Hi,” Agatha replies quietly, suddenly shy.

“I don’t know about you, but I really enjoyed that,” Rio smiles down at her, propped up on one elbow. Agatha opens her mouth to speak but Rio cuts her off, “You don’t need to answer that, I can feel how much you enjoyed it.” With that, she brings her hand up from between Agatha’s legs and sucks her fingers into her mouth. Agatha stops breathing, unable to look away as she stares at Rio’s mouth.

“Breathe, Agatha,” Rio instructs, releasing her fingers. Agatha gasps, beginning to breathe again. Rio chuckles. “Sorry, I’m going to have to kiss you now,” she says, leaning down and capturing Agatha’s lips between her own. She doesn’t wait long before brushing her tongue against Agatha’s lower lip, silently asking for more. Twirling her tongue against Agatha’s, keeping their mouths locked together, she moves to place one leg between Agatha’s, bringing her knee up to lightly press against Agatha. Her hands massage Agatha’s breasts, toying with her nipples between her thumb and index finger. Agatha moans into Rio’s mouth, sending shivers down Rio’s spine as she does.

“Now we’ve covered what you do when I’m not here,” Rio starts, purposely pressing her cunt against Agatha’s thigh now and rocking her hips back and forth so she can feel how turned on she is. Agatha immediately grabs Rio’s ass, pulling her closer to her, desperate to feel more of her. “Why don’t you show me now what you want to do with me when I am here,” she finishes.

Agatha grins, desire taking over and her confidence returning suddenly. “Go and bend over the chair,” she instructs. Rio’s heart skips a beat and her mouth twitches up into a smile. It’s music to her ears. She plants a kiss on Agatha’s forehead and gets to her feet.

“I’m just going to go and wash this off,” Agatha says, holding up the dildo and heading for the bathroom door.

“Don’t. I want your cum inside me,” Rio tells her, doing as she’s told and bending over the chaise lounge, her hands out in front of her to steady herself.

These words ignite something deep inside of Agatha, she’s more turned on that she’s ever been as she strides over to Rio and begins to plant kisses down her spine. Rio arches her back, goosebumps prickling at her skin. Agatha wastes no time, dropping to her knees behind Rio.

“Spread your legs for me, baby,” she whispers and Rio complies. Agatha starts by faintly licking Rio’s cunt, slowly building up until she’s lapping it up with her tongue and Rio is rocking against her face. When Rio’s moans begin to pick up, Agatha gets to her feet. She drags the tip of the dildo along Rio’s folds, teasing at her entrance.

“Hmm, it’s still warm from you,” Rio murmurs, her face against the material of chair. With this, Agatha plunges the dildo into her. Rio gasps. She holds the dildo still for a moment, allowing Rio to accommodate to the fullness.

“Fuck me Agatha, fuck me hard,” she says after a few seconds, encouraging Agatha to begin thrusting into her. Agatha moves her hand around to Rio’s front, driving the dildo in and out from there, enabling her to thrust herself against Rio’s behind. She thrusts against Rio in time to her hand working the dildo in and out, rocking hard against her, Rio’s ass bouncing in front of her. With her free hand, Agatha slaps Rio’s ass, lightly at first as she gauges Rio’s reaction. When Rio groans roughly, Agatha’s slaps again, harder this time.

“Again,” Rio whines. Agatha complies, landing a third slap on her ass. “Give me your hand,” Rio pleads, reaching out behind her for it. Agatha’s free hand meets Rio’s. She guides Agatha’s hand to the front of her throat and encourages Agatha to squeeze the sides. “Choke me like that,” she begs Agatha. More than happy to comply, Agatha gently applies pressure, sliding fast and harder and deeper into Rio’s cunt. Rio begins to pant, short sharp breaths.

“Come for me, Rio,” Agatha breathes, planting kisses on her shoulder blade. “I want you to come,” she adds, gently sinking her teeth into the skin now. Rio suddenly tenses and stills. “Yes, that’s it, come on,” Agatha bites down again, throwing all of her strength into fucking her as hard and as fast as she can.

Suddenly Rio goes limp and Agatha grabs her, steadying her. “Fuck,” Rio croaks.

“You good?” Agatha asks, still holding her up.

“So good,” Rio whispers and Agatha can hear the smile on her face. Still supporting her weight, Agatha sits down on the chair, leaning back and bringing Rio to lie on top of her. She slips the dildo out, putting it to one side, and massages Rio gently as she did for her earlier. Rio whimpers softly, her eyes closed and a satisfied smile spread across her face.

“Is that nice?” Agatha whispers.

“Perfect,” Rio purrs, her face against Agatha’s chest.

“I’m really glad I accidentally FaceTimed you,” Agatha chuckles.

“I’m really glad too. How about you FaceTime me every time you’re horny from now on and we can work it out together?” Rio looks up at Agatha.

“Sounds like a deal,” Agatha smiles, pressing her lips against the top of Rio’s head.

Chapter Text

Agatha Harkness wasn’t one for grandeur and having all eyes on her, but the Eternal Night Ball left her little choice. The sprawling gothic castle is illuminated by the blood-red moon, its towering spires casting eery shadows. Flickering lanterns add to the spooky atmosphere, the air buzzing with magic so potent it prickled her skin, and the faint hum of a haunting violin melody drifting from within.

As she stands at the base of the grand staircase leading to the entrance, Agatha adjusts her midnight-purple gown, grumbling under her breath. “Remind me again why I agreed to this?”

A low, throaty laugh answers her, smooth as velvet and just as enticing. Rio Vidal steps closer, her crimson lips curled in a smirk that sends a shiver down Agatha’s spine. She’s clad in an impeccably tailored suit of obsidian black, the silk lapels catching the moonlight. The sharp contrast of her dark attire and her pale, flawless skin gave her an otherworldly beauty, one that was entirely unfair to mortals and witches alike.

“Because you couldn’t resist me, mi amor,” Rio teases, leaning in with just enough proximity to make Agatha’s pulse flutter. “And because I promised to make it worth your while.”

Agatha arches a brow, feigning indifference despite the way Rio’s husky tone tugs at her resolve. “I must have been under some sort of spell.”

Rio chuckles, her dark brown eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim light. “If you were, you didn’t fight very hard.” She extends a gloved hand toward Agatha. “Come, sweetheart. The night awaits, and you’re about to steal the spotlight.”

Agatha rolls her eyes but slips her hand into Rio’s. As they ascend the stairs together, the heavy iron doors of the castle creak open, revealing a grand hall bathed in the glow of hundreds of enchanted candles. Vampires of every ilk lounge in clusters, their conversations a quiet symphony of elegance and intrigue. The air is thick with the scent of aged wine and something darker—iron, faint and metallic.

Agatha’s sharp eyes sweep the room. “Charming,” she murmurs, her voice tinged with sarcasm. “You didn’t tell me the theme was ‘Brooding and Pretentious.’”

Rio grins, pulling her closer. “You fit right in, darling.”

“Careful,” Agatha shoots back, her lips curving into a smirk. “Keep that up, and I might actually enjoy myself.”

Rio dips her head, her lips grazing Agatha’s ear as she whispers, “That’s the plan. Come on, come and meet some people.”

Agatha is quickly growing tired, a pulsing headache forming at her temples from all of the small talk and fake smiles. She’s relieved when Rio suggests a break to get a fresh drink. “Why don’t we go find a quiet corner somewhere,” Agatha whispers, her voice low and full of promise.

“We’ve only been here half an hour, Agatha. Dinner will be served soon,” Rio denies her, turning her attention to the guy at the bar who serves her two glasses of red wine. Agatha pouts, not yet ready to give in. “I’m not saying no completely. I’m just saying not yet,” Rio presses her lips against Agatha’s cheek, hoping that this will appease her for the time being.

Before she has chance to say anything else, Rio slides her free hand up to Agatha’s elbow, sending sparks rushing through Agatha’s skin. “Come,” Rio says with that teasing glint in her eye, “I want you to meet some old friends.”

Agatha lets herself be led across the grand hall, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. Vampires, draped in finery and exuding centuries of elegance, turn to watch as they pass. Agatha feels their gazes, assessing and scrutinizing, but she raises her chin. She’s no stranger to being under a microscope.

They approach a cluster of women who stand out even in this crowd—striking, as poised as statues carved from marble. One of them steps forward the moment Rio arrives, her crimson gown cascading over her curves, hugging her figure in all the right places. With long, dark hair and tantalising crimson lips curling into a grin that feels a little too knowing.

“Rio,” the woman purrs, her voice rich and familiar. She doesn’t wait for introductions, leaning in to kiss Rio on both cheeks. “You look as devastating as ever. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten me.”

“Rafaela,” Rio says, her tone low and smooth, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “How could I forget you?”

Agatha’s stomach twists. There’s something in the way Rio says it - too easy, too soft - that feels like a knife’s edge. This isn’t just familiarity; this is history.

“And who is this?” Rafaela asks, her sharp eyes trained on Agatha with a pointed curiosity that feels more like a challenge.

Rio’s arm snakes around Agatha’s waist, pulling her close in one effortless motion. “This is Agatha Harkness,” she says, her voice almost daring Rafaela to say anything less than complimentary. “She’s my date tonight.”

Rafaela’s smile widens, a slow, deliberate thing, and Agatha can’t quite tell if it’s meant to charm or unsettle her. “Ah,” Rafaela says, her gaze flicking over Agatha with open interest. “So you’re the witch keeping Rio so… occupied lately. I’ve heard so much about you.”

Agatha doesn’t miss the way Rafaela’s fingers brush against Rio’s forearm, the touch casual but lingering. Rio barely even seems to register it, as if it’s something she’s used to. Agatha’s jaw tightens as she forces a cool smile. “Funny,” she says, her voice even, “I can’t say the same.”

Rafaela laughs in a way that feels far too smug for Agatha’s liking. “Well, Rio’s never been one to dwell on the past, have you, querida?” she says, her hand still grazing Rio’s arm.

Rio’s eyes flicker between them, with something that Agatha struggles to read. “Careful, Rafaela,” she says, her voice low and edged with a warning. “You’re going to make Agatha think I have something to hide.”

“Oh, darling,” Rafaela says, tilting her head as she lets her gaze linger on Agatha a beat too long. “If she’s with you, I’m sure she already knows exactly what you’re like.”

Agatha arches a brow, her lips curling into a sharp smile. “Oh, I do,” she says, slipping her arm around Rio’s waist and pulling her closer in an attempt to mark her territory. Her voice drops, dangerous and sweet. “And trust me, I’m enjoying every second of it.” She turns to face Rio, determined to make Rafaela feel like a spare part in their presence.

The tension hums between them, and for a brief moment, Rafaela’s smile falters. Agatha feels Rio’s fingers tighten around her waist, a silent acknowledgment, a pulse of reassurance. Whatever history Rio and Rafaela share, it’s not going to ruin tonight. Not if Agatha has anything to say about it.

“So, you’re a witch,” Rafaela breaks the silence, Rio turning her attention back to her. “What kind? What’s your specialty?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at Agatha.

Agatha makes a point of glancing around the room as she speaks, “I’m a spirit witch and my specialty is absorbing the power of others to strengthen my own.” Her voice level and nonchalant, she continues to look beyond Rafaela, avoiding eye contact.

“Of course,” Rafaela scoffs, leaning in to playfully push her shoulder into Rio’s. “Of course you’d bag yourself a spirit witch, Rio.”

Agatha isn’t entirely sure what Rafaela is implying, but she concludes that she doesn’t like it, whatever it is. But before Agatha can fire back, a melodic chime rings out through the grand hall. All heads turn as an enigmatic woman dressed in formal attire steps onto a raised platform, her voice echoing through the space.

“Ladies and gentlemen, dinner is served in the dining hall. If you would kindly make your way through the west corridor.”

The crowd begins to shift, elegant and fluid as the vampires glide toward the massive arched doors leading to the dining hall. Rio’s hand rests on the small of Agatha’s back, her touch warm even through the fabric of Agatha’s gown.

“Ready for the next round, darling?” Rio murmurs, her lips brushing Agatha’s ear.

Agatha casts her a dry look. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned. Another ex, perhaps? Maybe an entire harem?”

As they enter the dining hall, Agatha takes in the impressive shimmering crystal chandeliers and the enormous banquet table that stretches nearly the entire length of the room. Gold and black place settings gleam in the candlelight, and the air is thick with the scent of rich wine and spices.

Rio laughs. “Jealousy looks good on you, mi amor.”

“Careful, Vidal,” Agatha quips, finding her name card at the table. “Otherwise I might just hex your dessert,” she whispers, pulling out her chair. “I want you to know that I will be cashing in on this later, by the way. I’ll ensure I get a big pay out for enduring this evening. A pay out in the form of your tongue on my-“

“Oh Rio, darling, it looks like you’re next to me,” Rafaela calls from a few seats down. Agatha’s blood boils.

“Surely we can just shuffle them around,” Agatha suggests, but before Rio can say anything, Rafaela is at her side taking her wrist and leading her down the table. Rio flashes an apologetic look which Agatha returns with a cold, hard glare.

Her stomach twists as she watches Rafaela practically drape herself into her chair, her hand brushing Rio’s as she laughs at something Rio says. Their heads lean close, their smiles too easy, too familiar. Agatha’s jaw tightens as she reluctantly takes her assigned seat between two stiff-looking, older, male vampires who regard her with little more than polite disinterest.

“Witch, are you?” the man on her left finally asks as the first course arrives, his tone more curious than friendly.

Agatha turns to him, offering a razor-sharp smile. “That’s right. Can’t you tell by my overwhelming charm?”

He blinks, clearly unsure if she’s joking. “More that you look mortal,” he clarifies.

“How flattering,” she deadpans.

The vampire on her other side chimes in. “Have you been practicing long? You must be, what… a century old?”

Agatha’s smile grows colder. “Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Is this where you ask my actual age and then awkwardly turn it into a sleezy compliment? Or are we skipping ahead to you asking if my blood tastes different because I’m going to die one day?”

The men exchange a glance and promptly turn back to their own conversation, leaving Agatha to glare into her glass of wine. Across the table, Rio is leaning into Rafaela, her lips quirking into a smile as Rafaela whispers something in her ear. Rafaela’s hand rests lightly on Rio’s forearm, and their shared laughter cuts through Agatha’s simmering annoyance like a knife.

Fed up and uninterested in her food, Agatha pulls out her phone beneath the table and types out a quick text to Rio.

Agatha: Meet me in the bathroom. Now.

Without waiting for a response, Agatha pushes back her chair with deliberate slowness, the legs scraping against the floor just loudly enough to draw a few glances. She flashes a tight, sarcastic smile at the nearest vampire before slipping from the room, her heels clicking decisively as she makes her way to the bathrooms.

She doesn’t look back to see if Rio is following. If she isn’t, Agatha thinks darkly, someone’s getting hexed before the night is over.

The bathroom is just as ornate as the rest of the building. “Who needs huge sofas and chandeliers in a room that’s meant for shitting?” She mumbles to herself as she storms over to the closest mirror. “Imagine flirting with that bitch when I look this good.” Agatha combs her fingers through her voluminous hair and uses the pad of her thumb to clean up her lip liner.

“Jesus, this is one hell of a bathroom!” Rio exclaims, bursting through the door. “Where’s the fire? Is everything okay?” She asks, coming up behind Agatha and wrapping her arms around her waist.

“Is everything okay?” Agatha repeats in a childish voice. Rio stares at her through the reflection of the mirror, completely bemused. “Of course everything isn’t okay. I’m stuck between two obnoxious, stuck up, fuck-wits while you’re being eye-fucked by your ex!” Agatha is vibrating with anger now. “Shall I just leave you both two it? Is that what you want?”

In one swift move, Rio grabs her hips and spins her around to face her. Slamming her palms down on either side of the counter top and trapping Agatha in place, she swoops in and takes her lips between her own. Kissing her passionately until they’re both breathless, “Does that answer your question?” Rio’s lips twitch up into a smile, her tongue prodding the inside of her cheek in that way that she knows Agatha likes.

“I’m not sure it does, maybe do that again?” Agatha teases.

“I’m only interested in you, Agatha,” Rio whispers, pressing their foreheads together. “It’s you that’s coming home with me tonight. You that I’m taking to bed. You that I’m going to fuck so hard and so long until you don’t even know your own name, mi amor.”

Agatha’s breath hitches and her palms reach for Rio’s lower back, pulling her as close as physically possible.

“What do you say we slip out and just go and do that now?” Agatha smiles suggestively, gently and oh-so-tantalisingly slowly rolling her hips against Rio’s. Rio clears her throat and steps back, leaving Agatha bereft at the loss of contact.

“Not yet. You have to earn it. We at least have to make it to dessert,” Rio points sternly, Agatha attempting to bite the tip of her finger. “Behave. You act like a sweet, innocent angel for just another hour for me, and I promise I’ll make it worth your while. I have to make a good impression, okay?”

“Fine,” Agatha rolls her eyes, pouting childishly. “Go on, you go. I’ll be out in a minute.”

Rio plants a soft kiss on the tip of her lover’s nose, “I really appreciate you for this.” And with that, she turns on her heel and saunters back out of the bathroom. But Agatha has an idea. If she has to endure another hour of this torture, she must find a way to make it more interesting.

She disappears into the nearest stall and proceeds to slip the spaghetti straps of her gown to the side. The front of her dresses falls with a sigh, revealing her breasts, her nipples still hard from Rio’s words. She pulls her phone out of her purse and proceeds to snap a few photos, testing different angles for the most flattering lighting. When she’s satisfied that her photo is enticing enough, she sends it to Rio.

Agatha has no sooner adjusted her dress ready to leave the stall when her phone pings.

Rio: That doesn’t look like you behaving like an angel.

Agatha chuckles to herself. Rio should know her better by now, an angel is the last thing she’d ever dream of being. A second text arrives.

Rio: I’m not complaining though. What happens if you take the whole dress off?

Agatha scoffs, pleased with herself. Now who’s the one misbehaving! She considers giving Rio what she wants immediately, but instead she opts to drag this out as long as possible. She has to if she’s to survive another hour at this event.

Agatha: You’ll have to return the favour first.

With that, she exits the bathroom and heads back to the dining room, taking her seat back at the table. The main course has been served in her absence. A rare venison filet, seared to perfection and resting on a pool of crimson jus, glistening in the candlelight. Agatha nods her approval, the evening suddenly not seeming quite so awful after all.

“I’m guessing the red sauce isn’t cranberry,” she mutters to nobody in particular. The vampire to her left flashes a judgemental look.

“What? Surprised to see blood served at a party for vampires?” He snorts.

Agatha doesn’t miss a beat, her lips curving into a razor-sharp smirk. “Not at all. I just didn’t realize you were all so… predictable.” She spears a beet with her fork, holding it up like a prize. “But hey, at least you’re branching out. Vegetables. Very avant-garde.”

The vampire stiffens, his expression somewhere between offense and confusion, while Agatha pops the beet into her mouth with a self-satisfied shrug.

Agatha stabs at her venison with far more aggression than necessary, trying to drown out the obnoxious sound of Rafaela’s laughter ringing down the table. It isn’t until a lull in the conversation around her that she glances toward the head of the table—and realizes Rio’s seat is empty.

Her chest tightens, anticipation bristling inside her. Then comes the chime of her phone. She pulls it out under the table, shielding the screen from nosy eyes, and freezes at the sight of a new message from Rio.

Rio: How’s this? Enjoying thinking of what I’m going to do to you later.

Beneath it sits a photo. It’s blurry, taken in haste, but unmistakable - a shot of her unzipped suit pants, no underwear in sight and her free hand between her legs, her fingers seemingly disappearing inside herself.

Agatha’s grip on her fork tightens, her cheeks heating as she quickly locks her phone. A hundred responses fly through her mind, but none of them can suppress the heat pooling low in her stomach. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she mutters under her breath, her appetite suddenly redirected.

“Everything okay?” She feels Rio’s breath on her neck before she hears her. Agatha twists to face her, looking up through dark, long lashes. “You’re looking a little flushed there, sweetheart.” Rio presses the back of her hand against her lover’s cheek and feigns concern. All she can think of is where that very hand has just been, fighting the urge to pull her fingers into her mouth there and then at the dinner table.

“Maybe I’m ill. Maybe we need to go home immediately,” Agatha cocks a brow, instead taking Rio’s hand in hers and brushing a soft kiss against her knuckles.

“Nice try, gorgeous. I believe it’s your turn now,” she throws a wink in Agatha’s direction before waltzing back off to her seat. Agatha wastes no time, shovelling the remains of her dinner into her mouth and jumping out of her seat before she’s even swallowed. This earns a few looks from some of the other guests at the table, but she couldn’t care less.

She scurries back towards the bathroom, full of anticipation, but suddenly has a better idea that will draw Rio away from Rafaela once and for all.

The castle’s upper floors are quieter, the hum of conversation from the dining hall fading as Agatha makes her way up a sweeping staircase. Her heart races as cautiously pushes open the first door that she sees, but it’s just a cupboard. She tries the next one but is disappointed to find it looked. The next one is unlocked though. She pushes the door open to reveal a bedroom that looks like it belongs to royalty.

The room is dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in red silk sheets. Perfect, she thinks to herself. She shuts the door and heads for the bed, unzipping her dress as she walks, overcome with excitement and the eager need to for her lover’s touch. Her dress sinks to the floor, leaving Agatha in just a bright red thong, garter and stockings. A wicked smile spreads across her face as she sinks onto the soft, silk sheets.

“Oh, perfect,” she whispers, spotting an opulent mirror opposite the bed. She admires her reflection as she stretches out on the mattress, the soft light catching her curves perfectly, casting her in a glow that feels both sensual and powerful.

The silk is cool against her skin, a stark contrast to the rising heat she feels inside. With a sly tilt of her head, she adjusts her hair and retrieves her phone from her purse. Positioning herself provocatively, arching her back, she snaps a photo.

Agatha: Let’s play hide and seek. Come and find me.

She types, adding the photo and hitting send. Her heart skips a beat as she pictures Rio’s reaction at the table. She can hardly contain her excitement as she lies back on the mattress and waits impatiently for her lover to appear.

Fortunately, she doesn’t have to wait for long before there’s a knock at the door. “Agatha?” She hears Rio call.

“Come in,” she shouts.

“Fucking hell,” Rio breathes as she bursts through the door, her voice rough with both urgency and awe. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and she leans back against the door steadying herself. She feels the flush of her cheeks, both from the sprint up the stairs and from the sight in front of her, it’s hard to tell.

Agatha props herself up on her elbows, her hair spilling over her shoulders as she narrows her eyes, a slow smirk tugging at her lips. She runs her teeth over her bottom lip, letting the moment hang heavy between them, the tension palpable.

“Lock the door,” Agatha murmurs, her voice low and sultry, almost a dare.

Rio doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers find the key with practiced ease, the soft click of the lock sending a thrill through the room. Then, without another word, she strides forward, standing in awe at the foot of the bed. Her dark eyes rake over Agatha, drinking in every curve and shadow.

“You are magnificent,” Rio says, her voice dropping to a reverent whisper as she enunciates each syllable with precision, as if savoring the taste of the words.

Agatha arches a brow, her smirk widening as she shifts slightly, her skin brushing against the cool silk sheets. “Took you long enough,” she quips, though her voice trembles just slightly. She can hardly contain her excitement now.

Rio’s laughter is soft, wicked. “Oh, mi amor,” she murmurs, shaking her head in disbelief. “You’ll forgive me when you see just how fast I can work.”

Agatha bites back a moan, her chest rising and falling as fast as Rio’s now. "I take it you liked the photo, then?" she asks, her tone dripping with satisfaction and her movements deliberate as she slowly shifts her legs, drawing Rio's attention like a moth to a flame.

Suddenly Rio blurts, "Get up. We're going home. Now." Her words are sharp, commanding.

Agatha chuckles softly, her smirk growing. She knows she's won. "Or," she begins as she grabs Rio's wrist with surprising force. With one fluid motion, she tugs Rio down onto the bed. Rio barely has time to react before she finds herself nestled between Agatha's thighs, her hands bracing on either side of her lover’s body.

She grins down at Agatha, her fangs just barely visible as her lips part. "Careful, mi amor," she murmurs. "You have no idea what you're playing with."

Agatha's smirk doesn't falter. Instead, she arches beneath Rio, her fingers trailing up the vampire's arm. "Oh, I know exactly what I'm playing with," she purrs.

“And I’d much rather make use of Count Dracula or whoever’s ridiculously oversized bed. Mostly because-“ Agatha leans in, her lips brushing Rio’s ear now. “I don’t think I can wait until we get home.” Taking Rio’s right hand, she guides it towards the crotch of her panties. “Feel that?”

Rio groans, a deep, low, guttural groan and the sound ignites something deep within Agatha. “Oh sweetheart,” Rio gently massages through the damp lace material covering Agatha’s pussy. Agatha’s eyes flutter closed, overcome with relief.

“How do you want it? Do you want me to make love to you or do you want me to fuck you?” Rio breathes against her collarbone, planting feather-light kisses along the soft, warm skin.

“Rough,” Agatha croaks, her eyes tangled in Rio’s thick, dark hair. “You promised you’d make me forget my own name. I want that,” she explains, her heart beat rising by the second as her imagination races imagining all the things Rio might be about to do.

“Well then, your wish is my command,” Rio’s tone is low and sultry as she lifts up to look at Agatha, her eyes roaming over her body once again, hardly able to believe that the woman before her is real and all hers. Without warning, she snaps the thin line of lace holding Agatha’s panties together and moves it aside, immediately thrusting two fingers deep into her.

Agatha back arches up off the mattress, the sudden feeling of fullness overwhelming her for a moment as she inhales sharply.

“I can’t believe you’ve been sat between two men all night soaking wet like this,” Rio practically tuts, shaking her head. “Tell me this is all for me,” she instructs, drawing her fingers back out, toying at her entrance.

“It’s all for you. You make me so wet,” She murmurs, reaching for Rio’s wrist in a silent and feeble plea to slide her fingers back inside her.

Rio chuckles triumphantly, rewarding Agatha by thrusting back into her. She begins to slide in and out at a slow, even tempo, Agatha rolling her hips shamelessly in time with Rio’s thrusts, hungry for more.

“You’ve been such a naughty girl, distracting me all night,” Rio’s free hand begins to massage Agatha’s breasts, her warm skin cupping her and rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “I think you deserve to be punished,” Rio says, her lips twitching with amusement as Agatha’s eyes widen.

“Get on your front,” Rio commands, removing her hands from Agatha’s body completely. Agatha moans at the loss of contact, suddenly so empty and desperate for release. “I said move!” Rio’s voice echoes around the room and before Agatha can even obey, Rio sinks her teeth into Agatha’s neck, careful to only press lightly with her fangs.

Agatha lets out a small yelp, the pain sharp but so delicious. “God what I’d give to suck you dry,” Rio tells her, her eyes wild with desire as she looks down at her lover. “Now don’t make me ask again, on your front.”

Agatha takes a deep breath and obeys, slowly shifting beneath Rio. "As you wish," she murmurs, her voice dripping with feigned nonchalance. She twists her body with deliberate grace, letting the silk sheets slide beneath her as she rolls onto her front. Her hair tumbles over her shoulder in messy waves, and she props herself up slightly on her forearms, arching her back.

"Better?" she asks over her shoulder, her tone teasing, though the glint in her eyes says she already knows the answer.

“You are doing far too much talking,” Rio mutters before smacking Agatha’s behind.

“Oh!” Agatha gasps, the sudden sting taking her by surprise. She instantly feels the heat as her skin vibrates from the sharp contact. Instinctively, she reaches out to rub the skin but Rio grabs her wrist and pins it behind her back.

“I don’t think so. I’ll be keeping these hands where I can see them,” she says, grabbing Agatha’s other wrist, causing her to fall forward, face first into the silk pillow. “And that should keep you quiet,” she smiles smugly to herself, pleased with the view of Agatha’s behind high in the air.

Holding Agatha’s wrists tightly at the small of her back with one hand, Rio uses the other to tease her lips. She caresses the skin gently, Agatha’s mind suddenly able to focus on nothing other than the sensation and her desperation for more. She rolls her hips, silently begging for Rio to satisfy her.

“Hey, none of that,” Rio slaps her ass once again, the sound reverberating around the room. “Be a good girl and stay still, okay?” She asks, caressing the reddening skin. Agatha nods silently into the pillow, every nerve in her body tingling with anticipation now.

Rio returns her attention to Agatha’s pussy, releasing a satisfied groan when she finds her even wetter now. “You feel so good,” Rio murmurs, leaning forward to plant a kiss where the outline of a handprint is beginning to show on her ass cheek. Agatha moans in appreciation, turning her head slightly, desperate to catch a glimpse of Rio over her shoulder.

“Good girl,” Rio murmurs, her voice velvety smooth, like music to Agatha’s ears. “Do you know how irresistible you are? God, I love it when you let me take control like this,” she growls now. Before Agatha has chance to respond, Rio begins to massage her clit. Soft, sultry circles around the hard bundle of nerves. Agatha’s head thrashes against the silk, overcome by pleasure.

“Still, or I’ll stop,” Rio warns again, tugging Agatha’s wrists back, bringing her body with her. On her knees now, her hands still behind her back, Rio reaches around the front of Agatha. “Watch. Watch in the mirror as I fuck you,” she whispers into her ear, her fingers sliding into Agatha’s entrance now. Lightly pressing her fangs into Agatha’s shoulder, she thrusts deep into her lover. Picking up the speed as Agatha begins to moan, her eyes heavy as she is mesmerised by their reflection in the mirror.

“You don’t come until I say so, you understand?” Rio’s voice is stern, not to be messed with. Agatha nods frantically confirming that she understands. But inside, she’s panicking, already feeling the delicious familiar sensation of tension building deep inside her. They pant in unison, their hearts both racing now.

It’s not long before Rio feels Agatha’s walls beginning to tighten around her fingers. She changes the angle of her hand, allowing her thumb to brush against her clit with every thrust, the added contact instantly driving Agatha wild.

“Not yet,” Rio says breathlessly. “Hold on to it.” She curls her fingers now, truly testing Agatha’s control. It takes every ounce of Agatha’s strength not to let go. She bites down on her lip so hard she expects to taste blood at any second. Her toes curl tightly beneath her and her fingernails dig into her palms, she’s not sure she can do this for much longer.

“Come.” One single word and immediately Agatha is calling Rio’s name out and writhing in her hand. Her legs shaking and her body vibrating as a delicious feeling courses through her body from head to toe.

As the intensity finally ebbs and Agatha goes limp, leaning back against Rio for support, she turns her head, her hair a tousled mess and her lips curling into a mischievous smirk.

“Oh, mi amor, mi amor,” Rio purrs delicately against Agatha’s ear, completely bewildered and full of admiration for her lover.

“So,” Agatha begins, her voice husky. “Still think the blood moon ball was worth the RSVP? Or are you ready to admit that we could’ve just stayed home and done this all night?”

Rio huffs a laugh, her hand lazily brushing Agatha’s back. “You might have a point,” she admits.

Agatha raises a brow. “Might? Darling, this was the only thing that made the night tolerable. From now on, the only way you’re getting me to one of your fancy vampire galas is if I can get you to wear one of those remote control vibrators. Now that would make it a fun night.” She pauses, the corners of her mouth twitching.

“We are going home, right now. I need to take you properly,” Rio smiles, quickly getting to her feet and retrieving Agatha’s dress from the floor. Supporting Agatha, she helps her slip back into the gown. “And next time, I want to be the one to take this off you,” she adds, letting out a slow whistle at the sight of her lover in the purple dress.

“Oh I’ll be stripping you out of that suit first,” Agatha retorts, running a hand along the lapels of Rio’s suit jacket. “You know, actually… That suits got me changing my mind. Maybe these galas aren’t so bad after all.”

Rio groans, laughing despite herself. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, you can’t resist me,” Agatha quips, turning her head back into the pillow with a triumphant sigh. “Now, if you’re done being insufferably charming, let’s sneak out before someone notices. I’m ready for round two.”

“I mean, there’s always the car?” Rio smirks suggestively.

Chapter Text

Agatha adjusted the strap of her tote bag and glanced around the room, her nerves prickling. The community center classroom was bright and sparse, the kind of space that smelled faintly of dry erase markers and stale coffee. Around her, a mix of faces—some young and eager, others older and weary—flipped through notebooks and clicked pens.

She didn’t belong here. She felt nervous and eyed the door, considering leaving.

Her little boy, Nicky, was home with the sitter, and for the first time in years, she’d dared to carve out time for herself. Creative writing had always been a quiet dream of hers, something she’d dabbled in before life became consumed by motherhood. Now, here she was, sitting in the back row of a night class, trying not to feel like an impostor or feel guilty for wanting something beyond school runs and parent-teacher meetings.

The scrape of the door jolted her from her thoughts, and Agatha turned just as a tall, lean, dark-haired woman swept into the room.

She moved with an effortless confidence that turned heads. Dressed in a loose linen shirt tucked into tailored slacks, she radiated an energy that was both commanding and casual. Her dark eyes swept over the room, sharp and assessing, as she set a worn leather satchel on the desk at the front.

“Good evening, everyone,” the woman began, her voice low and rich, with a hint of an accent Agatha couldn’t quite place. “I see we have some new faces,” her gaze lingered for a moment too long on Agatha, unreadable and instantly raising Agatha’s heart rate. “I’m Rio Vidal, your teacher for this creative writing course. Welcome. Let’s hope you’re ready to get uncomfortable, because good writing demands it.”

A ripple of murmurs passed through the room. Agatha straightened in her chair, her fingers tightening around her pen.

Rio wasted no time diving into introductions, moving around the room and asking the three new students to share a bit about themselves and their reasons for taking the class. When it was Agatha’s turn, she hesitated, feeling the weight of Rio’s eyes on her.

“I’m Agatha,” she said, her voice softer than she intended. “I… used to write, a long time ago. I guess I just wanted to see if I still could.”

Rio arched an eyebrow. “Used to write?” she echoed, her tone bordering on skeptical. “What stopped you?”

Agatha flushed, fumbling for words. “Life, I suppose. I have a young son.”

“Life’s a convenient excuse,” Rio replied, her tone cool but not unkind. “Let’s see if we can’t make you uncomfortable enough to start again.”

Agatha bristled, her initial admiration for Rio cooling into irritation. The nerve. She felt a flush creep up her neck but bit back a retort.

The rest of the class passed in a blur of writing exercises and critiques. Rio prowled the room, reading snippets of their work and offering feedback—some of it insightful, some of it cutting. When it was Agatha’s turn to share, Rio’s critique was particularly pointed.

“This has potential,” Rio said, tapping her fingers against Agatha’s notebook. “But it feels… safe. Like you’re holding back. Why are you afraid to go deeper?”

Agatha swallowed her frustration, her jaw tightening. She’d never been good at accepting criticism but this hit particularly hard, striking a nerve. “Maybe I just need time,” she said, forcing a polite smile.

Rio shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe you just need to stop hiding behind excuses.”

“Pardon?” Agatha scoffed, almost unable to believe what she’d just heard.

“Making excuses won’t ever lead to decent writing. You need to ask yourself why you’re really holding back. I think you’re afraid,” Rio cocked an eyebrow, chewing on the end of a pen as she narrowed her eyes at Agatha.

“Afraid? You don’t even know me, you don’t have a clue,” Agatha muttered, just loud enough for Rio to hear. A few other students around the room whispered amongst themselves as Agatha narrowed her eyes back at Rio in retaliation.

“But I know writing and I know writers. Perhaps you’re not cut out to be one,” Rio shrugged. This elicited a couple of small gasps around the room. Agatha had to fight not to gasp herself, almost too stunned to believe the audacity of this woman.

By the end of the session, Agatha was ready to leave and not come back. But as the other students filed out, Rio called her name.

“Agatha, could I have a word?”

She hesitated, her heart sinking. Tempted to make her excuses and leave and never look back. But alas, she found herself intrigued by the thought of what Rio might say. She frantically gathered her things, slinging her tote over her shoulder, and approached the desk where Rio was sat.

“I wanted to apologize,” Rio said, her tone softer now. “Sometimes I push too hard. It’s… not always the right approach. But believe me, it’s because I see potential in you.”

Agatha studied her, uncertain. “You certainly have a way with people,” she said dryly.

Rio smirked. “It’s a flaw I’m working on. I didn’t mean to belittle you or offend you, I truly only ever want the best from my students,” she explained, circling the desk to stand directly in front of Agatha. She leaned back against the desk, crossing her arms. Her biceps catch Agatha’s attention. “I hope you don’t think this is too forward but, let me make it up to you. There’s a bar a block away—first round’s on me? We can go through your piece again and I can give you some more guidance, if you like?”

Agatha blinked, caught off guard. Normally she would have appreciated forwardness, found it incredibly attractive even, but something about Rio’s forwardness disarmed Agatha. “I… well, I suppose one drink wouldn’t hurt.”

Rio smiled brightly, beginning to pack up her things. “Great. How did you get here? Did you drive?”

“Yeah,” Agatha replied, noting the small pink, orange and white flag sticker on Rio’s laptop.

“Would you mind driving? I got a lift here,” she explained. “I’ll make the second round on me too,” she added, picking up her bag and gesturing for the classroom door.

“Sure,” Agatha smiled curtly, heading for the door.

In the car, Rio directed Agatha to the bar, just as bossy as she’d been in class. “Left, now. And right. Right again here, don’t miss it it’s rather hidden,” she barked orders at Agatha.

However, once in the bar, Agatha noticed the change in Rio’s demeanour. Suddenly more relaxed as she asked, “So you said you have a kid? Just the one?”

The bar was dimly lit and cozy, the hum of conversation wrapping around them like a warm blanket. The two women took a seat at a booth in the corner. Rio slid onto the bench opposite Agatha.

“Yeah, Nicky. He’s eleven. I just about feel like I’m starting to get some ‘me’ time back, like I can actually do things for myself,” Agatha chuckled, accepting a double rum and coke from Rio. Her fingertips grazed Rio’s knuckles, sending shivers through Agatha’s spine.

“Are you cold? Do you want my jacket?” Rio asked, not bothering to wait for a reply before slipping the blazer over Agatha’s shoulders. “Looks good on you,” she nodded between sips of her drink. “So, your husband work a lot then? He not around to help out much with Nicky?”

“Oh, no. I have no husband or boyfriend or anything,” Agatha said simply, provoking a bright smile from Rio.

“Girlfriend?” Rio cocked a brow.

“I’m, uh, well, I-“ Agatha stuttered, fidgeting with a lock of hair and staring down at her drink.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to assume. My gaydar was just kinda growing crazy you know, the way you were sat the whole lesson with your leg up and well, your nails, you know.”

“My nails?” Agatha looked down at her hand, perplexed.

“Well, they’re so short. Sorry, ignore me. Just a vibe and I’m rarely wrong, you see,” Rio shrugged before gulping down the rest of her drink.

“I mean, you’re not totally wrong, I guess,” Agatha mimicked Rio’s actions, gulping her own drink.

“Oh?” Rio said, her interested piqued.

“I mean, I’m definitely attracted to women. I’ve just never…” she trailed off, readjusting herself.

“Never been with a woman?” Rio finished her sentence. Agatha shook her head.

“Because?” Rio asked. “Sorry am I being too pushy again?” She added, noticing the bemused look on Agatha’s face.

“Well, a little. But it’s fine. I guess I’ve just never quite found the confidence or something to… do it, so to speak,” she explained, her middle finger dancing gracefully around the rim of the glass.

“You just need to find the right person. Someone who will be patient and guide you through it, teach you what to do,” Rio said. “Another double rum and coke?” She sprung to her feet, taking Agatha’s empty glass and heading for the bar before allowing her to answer.

Agatha felt confused by the woman. Unsure how to feel about her. She was such a mixture of forwardness and abrasiveness but also seemed so genuinely interested in Agatha. Agatha hadn’t had someone be genuinely interested in her for a long time and she found herself enjoying the attention.

Rio arrived back at the table with two more drinks. They both sipped at them while Rio asked about the inspiration behind Agatha’s writing in class.

“I don’t really know, to be honest. It was just what came to mind first. I struggle to get going with writing sometimes, it’s hard to dig deep and force yourself to feel things sometimes,” she explained candidly, suddenly feeling loosened by the alcohol hitting her system.

“That’s common. It’s always uncomfortable facing up to strong emotions, but that’s truly where creativity breeds. You have to learn to use it rather than let it control you. It’s hard work but I can teach you. We could get together before the next class and talk through it, if you’d like?” She suggested, knocking back the last of her drink.

“That would be great. I’d like that,” Agatha smiled shyly, suddenly feeling something new bubbling.

But when Agatha reached for her phone to check the time, her stomach sank.

“Damn,” she muttered, patting her bag. “I think I left my phone in the classroom.”

Rio tilted her head. “Want to go back and check?”

“Won’t the center be closed by now?” Agatha asked.

“It will, but I have keys,” Rio reached into her pocket, retrieving a shiny, green carabiner with multiple keys hanging from it.

Agatha finished her drink and the two headed back to the car. “You know, new experiences, experiences that are out of your comfort zone, are the best for sparking creativity,” Rio said suddenly, breaking the silence as Agatha unlocked the car.

“Yeah I’ve heard that before,” Agatha replied, putting the radio on quietly, suddenly feeling tense.

“You should try having sex with a woman. If any new experience is likely to spark creativity, that will,” Rio said plainly as Agatha pulled out of the car park, as if she was simply suggesting trying a new brand of foundation.

Agatha choked on thin air, coughing hard. Rio immediately reached out, patting Agatha’s upper back. Agatha glanced over, noting the satisfied smile on Rio’s face. She returned her attention to the road, “I mean, maybe, yeah. I guess I just need to feel ready and find the right woman.”

“Oh, don’t miss the turning,” Rio blurted, Agatha about to drive straight past the entrance to the center. Agatha’s cheeks flush, she had completely zoned out fanasizing about kissing Rio. She physically shook her head slightly in an attempt to banish these sudden ridiculous thoughts.

The classroom was silent and dim when Rio unlocked the door, waving Agatha in before her. Agatha immediately spotted her phone on her desk at the back of the room. “Oh good, it’s only eight-thirty,” she sighed with relief as she picked up the phone.

“What time have you got the sitter until?” Rio asked, following Agatha to the back of the room.

“Nine-thirty,” she answered, silently wondering why Rio is joining her at the back of the room. She’d assumed they’d be leaving as soon as she’d got her phone.

“Good,” Rio gave a small smile. “Because I’ve been wanting to do this since I first walked into the room and saw you.” Rio strode right up to Agatha, with complete confidence and certainty, and planted a firm kiss on Agatha’s lips, her right hand immediately at the back of the woman’s neck and her left on her small waist.

Taken by surprised, Agatha didn’t react at first. Too stunned to reciprocate. But when Rio pulled back to gauge her reaction, she found herself instinctively pulling her back in.

Agatha kissed back now, her hands finding their way to Rio’s lower back. Rio smiled into the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Agatha’s hands on her.

“I’m just going to say it,” Rio announced, breaking the kiss. “I’d like to fuck you. And if you’d want to, I’d really like you to fuck me too.”

“I-“ Agatha began, falling silent, at a loss for words.

“We can take it at your pace,” Rio whispered, stroking Agatha’s arm. “I’ll guide you. I can be your teacher,” she smiled suggestively.

Agatha gulps noisily, every hair on her body standing on end. Every nerve suddenly so sensitive. She became so aware suddenly of the feeling of her jeans against her legs, Rio’s blazer against her bare arms, the pressure of the presence of Rio’s hand on her forearm.

Out of nowhere, Agatha found herself responding, “Okay.”

Rio didn’t waste a second, she immediately slipped the blazer off Agatha and backed her up to the wall. She kissed her harder now, more passionately, her hands untucking Agatha’s t-shirt from her jeans. That elicited a small moan from Agatha, a moan that Rio enjoyed very much. If that’s how she reacted to her t-shirt being untucked, Rio can’t even begin to imagine how she might react to her fingers inside of her.

“Wait-“ Agatha pulled back. “We can’t go back to mine. Can we go to yours?”

Rio grinned. “Sweetheart, we’re doing this right here right now. I don’t want to wait any longer.” With that she went back in for a kiss, her tongue working its way between Agatha’s lips. Agatha groaned in response.

“God, you’re so responsive,” Rio muttered, releasing Agatha’s lips and beginning to unbutton her shirt. “Have you done anything at all with another woman?” She asked.

Agatha hesitated, suddenly tempted to lie, embarrassed by the truth. “No, nothing at all,” she responded eventually, her eyes unable to stop watching Rio’s fingers as they deftly worked down her shirt.

“You’ve watched porn though right? You know the basics?” Rio paused what she doing to look up at Agatha, keen to see her face.

“I mean, I’ve not really had much time for porn over the last eleven years,” Agatha felt her face flush.

“So we’re starting well and truly from scratch then?” Rio eyed her. Agatha nodded in response, unsure what else to say, suddenly feeling incredibly out of her depth and ready to bolt of the door for the second time this evening.

“That’s okay. Give me your hand,” Rio instructed, undoing the final button of her shirt and shrugging out of the material to reveal a dark green, lacy bra. It was slightly see-through, Agatha’s eyes immediately landed on her nipples, pale and hard under the fabric of the bra.

Rio placed Agatha’s hand on her right boob, guiding it gently over the material of her bra and then over to her left boob. Agatha was mesmerized. Staring, barely blinking, as she watched her hand fondle Rio’s breasts.

“Now take off my bra,” Rio breathed, her voice suddenly husky and quiet.

Agatha complied. This was on thing she was confident she could do- unhook a bra. She slowly slipped the straps down Rio’s arms, revealing her small, perky breasts.

“What do you feel like you want to do to them?” Rio asked. Agatha looked up and met her gaze, unsure how to put into words what she was feeling. “Come on, I can see there’s a lot going on in that clever mind of yours. Tell me. What’s your natural instinct right now?”

Without saying a word, Agatha bent forward and took Rio’s left nipple between her lips.

“Good. Suck lightly, every woman is different but I’m really sensitive. You need to start light and then build up with your tongue.” Rio fisted Agatha’s hair, careful not to pull too tight and startle her but silently wishing to pull on it hard. We’ll get there in time, she thought to herself.

“With your hand, you can massage my other breast. You don’t want it to feel left out,” she guided Agatha’s other hand up. “Do the same with your fingers as you’re doing with your tongue,” she added, exhaling deeply at the sensation of Agatha’s tongue flicking back and forth over her nipple.

“Is that good?” Agatha pulled back to look up at Rio through heavy eyes. Rio felt a fire rage deep inside her belly, she wanted more.

“That’s an A plus, Agatha,” she smiled before pulling Agatha’s t-shirt up and over her head in one smooth, swift move. Bra-less beneath her t-shirt, Agatha suddenly felt exposed, shuffling her hair to cover her nipples slightly.

“Don’t hide yourself, you look fantastic,” Rio said, pushing Agatha’s hair back over her shoulders and standing back to admire her naked top half. Agatha smiled shyly in return. “I mean it, you have an amazing body.”

“I mean, I don’t look anything like you,” Agatha murmured, her eyes tracing Rio’s abs.

“You don’t have to. God, I wouldn’t want you to. You’re perfect like this,” Rio didn’t waste another moment, swooping in and devouring Agatha’s breasts in her mouth.

“Take note of everything I’m doing,” she instructed between planting kisses on her chest.

“Take note? God I can barely think of my date of birth right now,” Agatha bit back a moan, her head tilting back and her arm reaching out for the wall to steady herself.

Rio noticed. “Maybe we should take this to the desk,” Rio frantically led Agatha to the front of the classroom, picking her up with ease and planting her on top of the teacher’s desk. She positioned herself between Agatha’s open legs and said, “Am I okay to take off your jeans?” Agatha nodded frantically in response, more than happy and even unbuckling them herself to speed up the process.

Rio chuckled softly, amused by her sudden rush. “Easy, it’s much more fun when you take it slow.” Rio proceeded to drop to her knees before Agatha and stare up at her as she pulled the jeans slowly down her legs and over her feet. Agatha was breathing hard now, her hands gripping the edge of the desk.

“Now, I always like to ask a woman what she likes at this point. Not every woman enjoys head and not every woman enjoys penetration. The best way to ensure you’re doing a good job, is to just ask,” Rio explained, her fingertips tracing featherlight circles over Agatha’s inner thighs. “So, tell me Agatha. What do you like?”

Agatha hesitated, her breathing hitched and her mind reeled. Suddenly, she realised she had no idea what she actually liked. With men it had always been so simple, so centred around their pleasure. It was just assumed what would happen whenever she’d slept with men. This was completely new territory and she didn’t know what to respond.

“Do you know what you like?” Rio asked, her hands now tracing patterns on Agatha’s lower stomach, just above the hem of her panties.

“I’m really not sure,” Agatha winced at her words, embarrassed to be a woman in her forties with no idea what she enjoyed sexually.

“That’s okay. That makes it more fun because we get to find out,” Rio grinned. “Do you usually come from penetration?”

Agatha was sure that her face must be bright red now. It felt as though her cheeks were throbbing just has much as the spot between her legs.

“Urm, I’ve never really come that many times at all, to be honest,” she croaked, wincing at her own words.

“God, what kind of useless men have you been sleeping with?” Rio snorted. “It’s okay, we’re going to make up for that tonight.” With that, Rio bent forward and planted a kiss on Agatha’s pubic bone through the fabric of her underwear. Even with the material in the way, the kiss seemed to burn into Agatha’s skin. She moaned again.

“You have one job tonight, okay?” Rio said, looking up at her again. “You just have to communicate with me. Tell me what feels good. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

Agatha nodded, unable to form a sentence. Her entire body felt like it was vibrating and she was seconds away from giving in and pulling Rio against her. She craved more.

“I’m going to take these off,” Rio told her before inching her panties down. Agatha complied, shuffling to get the material off as quickly as possible. Rio smirked at her eagerness. She settled back between her legs and began to kiss and suck the sensitive skin of Agatha’s inner thighs, leaving a mark or two along the way to claim her territory. Agatha gripped the edge of the desk harder, overwhelmed by the need to pull Rio’s face just a few inches higher.

Rio reached up, running her thumb delicately over the outside of Agatha’s lower lips to test the waters. When Agatha groaned in response, she took this as permission to delve deeper. Slowly she pushed her way between her lips and began to massage each fold delicately with precision, her mouth still busy on Agatha’s gloriously soft skin.

Rio paused and looked up at Agatha above her, doe-eyed and breathless at the sight of her. “So, do you feel ready? Because you sure as hell feel ready to me,” she smirked, her fingers gliding seamlessly through Agatha’s slick folds.

“Definitely ready, please,” Agatha practically whined.

“Tell me what you’d like me to do,” Rio challenged, cautious of pushing Agatha too far but also keen to get her to be more vocal. Agatha opened her mouth to speak but no words came. “Do you want this?” Rio asked, her middle finger teasing Agatha’s entrance. “Or this?” She moved to draw light circles around her clit. This elicited a low moan from Agatha.

“Yes, that. That. Definitely, that,” she said, her hips rolling in response. Rio smiled and planted soft kisses on her lower belly while painting patterns with her finger all over and around Agatha’s clit.

It wasn’t long before Agatha was panting and telling Rio, “Yes, side to side, like that. That feels good!”

“Good girl,” Rio chimed. She was about to replace her finger with her tongue when Agatha very suddenly called out and grabbed onto Rio’s shoulder with force.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned, her hips lifting off the desk for a moment as she tensed, vibrating against Rio. Rio looked up in amazement, in awe. She looked fantastic - from this angle especially.

“Wow,” Rio muttered when Agatha went limp. Rio stilled her fingers, “So much for not coming that often, huh. How did that feel?” Rio shook her head, amazed at how quickly and easily it had happened.

Agatha blinked a few times, searching for the words, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that good.” She exhaled deeply. “Thank you for that.”

Rio chuckled, “No, thank you. That was really something.” Agatha began to sit upright and Rio sensed that she was about to try and move from the desk. “Oh, we’re not done here, baby,” she said with a mischievous smile.

“We’re not?” Agatha asked, bemused.

“That was just the warm up. Let’s see if you can go again yet,” Rio said before repeating the same onslaught with her tongue. She wondered whether Agatha might need more time, but she immediately responded with a content sigh. She put one hand behind her to steady herself on the desk and one hand tangled itself in Rio’s hair. It felt good, it felt right to pull on Rio’s long locks. She noticed the way that Rio enjoyed it too, moaning against her.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” Rio announced suddenly, the words causing Agatha’s face to flush. “Tell me what and where feels good, okay? Don’t be afraid to ask for more.” Agatha nodded quickly. With that, Rio slid a single finger into Agatha with ease. Still sucking and playing with her clit, she added a second finger and moved in and out slowly.

“Faster,” Agatha mumbled. “Go a bit faster.” Rio did as she was told, picking up the speed. “Another finger, I want more,” Agatha gasped, all heavy breaths and moans. Rio complied and began to curl her fingers upwards, applying pressure. “Oh god, yeah. There. That. Do more of that,” Agatha said, her legs now beginning to shake around Rio’s head.

Rio made her thrusts shorter and instead focused on creating friction against Agatha’s g spot. “That’s it, let go Agatha. Come for me.” It wasn’t many more seconds before Agatha was cursing and gasping, coming around Rio’s fingers. Rio moaned at the feeling, wondering absentmindedly whether she’d ever been this turned on before. She was still half clothed and had barely been touched but she felt ready to come herself.

When Agatha came back down from her orgasm, Rio got back up to her feet and kissed her passionately. “Did you enjoy that?” She asked, pulling back to analyse Agatha’s face.

“Could you not tell by all the noise I made?” Agatha scoffed.

“I mean, I could tell my the way you nearly broke my fingers squeezing onto me so tightly, to be honest. But I just wanted to hear you say it,” Rio bit down on her lip, winking at Agatha.

Agatha cleared her throat, “Well, I am happy to confirm that I most definitely enjoyed that. Both times.” Agatha’s hand wandered down Rio’s bare back as her gaze explored her bare front.

“Can I try now?” Agatha asked, suddenly shy.

“On yourself?” Rio half teased, secretly very turned on by the thought. “Or on me?”

“You,” Agatha breathed, her hands now caressing Rio’s breasts.

“Of course,” Rio replied and Agatha wasted no time unbuttoning Rio’s slacks. Rio shimmied out of them, kicking them to one side and standing before Agatha in just her thong.

“Do you feel like you know what you want to do?” Rio asked simply, the question driving Agatha wild for some reason that she couldn’t quite fathom.

“I think so. I mean, I know that-“ Agatha paused to lean in close. “I know I want to taste you,” she whispered against Rio’s ear. Rio shivered, smiling.

“The best thing to do, is to just think of how you’d touch yourself. Think of what feels good to you and then just do it to me,” Rio explained, guiding Agatha’s hand down the front of her body and into her underwear.

Agatha’s eyes widened, shocked by the feeling of Rio’s desire, her underwear damp. She was shocked to find that she’d had such an effect on her. Suddenly, she found herself desperate to taste her, be inside her, feel her come. With one swift move, Rio spun them around, now leaning against the desk for support.

Agatha thought of how Rio had touched her and copied her actions. She began by teasing her skin, soft, feather licks of her fingertips. Rio began to squirm, her hips moving involuntarily, pushing into Agatha’s hand desperate for more. Agatha took the hint. Her middle finger worked its way between Rio’s lips and massaged the warm, wetness beneath. She smiled, enjoying the sensation as much as Rio, who had now shut her eyes and thrown her head back.

“That’s good Agatha, that’s really good,” she groaned between heavy breaths.

Rio reached down and guided Agatha’s finger to her clit. “Feel that?” She asked, watching Agatha’s face closely. Agatha nodded, the hard nub unmistakeable. “Rub there gently.”

Thinking back again to what Rio did to her, she started with circles around the edge of her clit. Gradually, she built up to touching her clit directly, back and forth across the sensitive spot. This had Rio bucking and arching into her. Agatha revelled in the sight of Rio so lost at the mercy of her own fingers. It felt good to be in control of inflicting this level of pleasure onto her.

“Put your fingers inside me and use your palm,” Rio instructed. Confused slightly, Agatha did as she was told and pushed inside Rio. The two women gasped in unison, both so overwhelmed by the sensation. Agatha realised in that moment that she could most definitely get used to this feeling. “Angle your hand up more, your palm will hit my clit,” Rio explained between noisy breaths, reaching down to help Agatha adjust her hand. “That’s it, keep doing that. That drives me crazy.” She wasn’t lying. Rio immediately locked lips with Agatha with a renewed sense of passion and hunger.

“Am I doing okay?” Agatha questioned, pulling back from the kiss momentarily.

“Far better than okay,” Rio replied before scrunching her eyes closed and groaning loudly. “Fuck!” She gasped. “You still want to taste me?” Rio asked, desperately imagining how it might feel to come in Agatha’s mouth. She cupped Agatha’s cheek gently, her thumb grazing back and forth. “There’s no pressure if you’re not ready for that,” she added.

“No, I want to.” And that was all the encouragement Rio needed. With one fast swoop she cleared everything from the top of the desk, pens and notepads clattering onto the floor. She then proceeded to drop her panties and laid back on the desk, lifting her legs up with her.

“Only do what you’re comfortable with, ok?” Rio said as Agatha lowered herself to her knees at the edge of the desk.

“Trust me, I’m more than comfortable right now,” Agatha flashed a small smile, something mischievous glimmering in her eye, and then moved in and started working Rio with her tongue.

“Fuck, are you sure this is the first time you’ve fucked a woman?” Rio asked incredulously, shocked by the way that Agatha had so easily picked up what to do. Somehow she was already better than most women Rio had ever been with.

Agatha pulled away for a moment to make eye contact with Rio. “You’re the first,” she confirmed. “You must just be a really, really good teacher,” she smiled before diving back in, her fingers now getting to work too.

Only a minute or two passed before Rio shouted, “Don’t stop, I’m coming. God, I’m coming!” This only motivated Agatha to work faster and harder. Rio came with a deep growl, curling up off the desk and immediately yanking Agatha up on top of her for a rough kiss. Agatha chuckled at Rio’s urgency.

“Something funny?” Rio asked breathlessly.

“Nothing,” Agatha smirked. “So, did I pass the test?”

Rio ran her fingertips along Agatha’s sides, causing her to shiver. “Oh A plus, plus, plus, for you. You’re a quick learner, I’ll give you that.”

Agatha dramatically flicked her hair over her shoulder and pouted. “What can I say, I must just be really talented,” she smiled smugly. “So, lesson two on Friday?”

Rio looked confused. “No, the lessons are just once a week on Wednesdays.”

“I’m not on about creative writing,” Agatha breathed, planting a kiss on Rio’s neck. Rio smiled slowly as she realised what Agatha’s was asking.

“Friday sounds good. I’ll give you my address and we can actually use a bed next time,” she shuffled, the hard wood of the desk uncomfortable on her back.

“I don’t know, the desk was kind of fun. Beds are kind of boring. What’s your kitchen counter like?”