Lindsey swayed as the music from the club moved across her body like the tide over a sandy beach. She wore nothing but black that covered more than enough skin but held close to her curves in tight ways to emphasize her shape only to hang loose in ways that teased how fun it would be to reach underneath and feel the emphasized weight of her breasts, the fullness of her hips, and the round curves of her ass.

All of it from her tank top to her skirt to her shoes all perfectly matched her dark, black hair.

Enhanced by so much black, her pale skin seemed to almost glow in the dim light. Her deep green eyes would have looked dramatic without the black makeup around them. With it, she looked somehow too enchanting, too sexy to be real.

She didn’t need the black lipstick to make her lips look pouty and full.

It didn’t hurt, and it made her skin that much more luminous. The thick, dark black made her lips look like a single kiss would easily suck anyone in without even the smallest chance for an escape.

The song changed, and Lindsey smiled as she spotted one of her oldest friends. She must have made her way to Lindsey’s side of the club during the song, and she’d been far too lost in the way it made her dance to notice anything in the whole world but the music itself.

“You don’t look so good, Rach.” Lindsey’s smile didn’t waver, but she wasn’t all sunshine inside. This was hardly the first time her friend looked like she’d been dragged through the mud, or lived under her own cloud that never stopped pouring with the coldest of heavy rain.

It was harder to remember the last time she’d seen Rachel and not felt like her friend was moments away from crying.

Even when she’s like this I like having Rachel around, but it seems… so harsh on her. Lindsey waited for Rachel’s reply. It took entirely too long, but that wasn’t especially unusual. You can be so funny, so supportive, creative… but when you sink deep in the muck like this…

Not frowning at least a little took conscious effort.

The thing you seem to be best at is awkwardly staring at my tits. I know we don’t work the way that you wanted us to—that I don’t work the way you wanted me to—but I still do love you. You’re a really important friend. She sighed, a sound so quiet that even without the club around them Lindsey was certain Rachel was too inside of her own depressed mind to hear. You’re still important to me even when you push your luck like this.

It wasn’t surprising that Rachel hadn’t responded. She did continue to move to the beat throbbing through the club, but they were all painfully halfhearted movements. It was more the dance of someone trying to justify their continued presence than movements by someone who actually wanted to be there.

I wish if you wanted to see me, you’d just call me. I care more about nothing happening to you than dealing with your not-at-all-veiled lust for me.

“Another tough day?”

Rachel could only bother nodding.

How do I help you feel better? Lindsey’s smile almost wavered. Her hands twitched at her sides, her arms tightening from the first movements she’d need to make to offer a hug. She restrained them, keeping her arms down by her sides, but it wasn’t what she wanted to do. I know you don’t want to feel like this, but you’re the worst I know when it comes to accepting help.

“Things not going well with…”

Even saying her name felt too cruel. Lindsey knew they weren’t. Kate was a bad idea for Rachel from the start… but how would I convince Rach that she was having another rebound? Lindsey tried hard to not let it show on her face just how little hope she had for Kate and Rachel.

It wasn’t just that Kate looked so much like Lindsey from her curves to her black hair. It wasn’t just the way they were both women who loved music.

There was some ephemeral trait that screamed nothing there could work out.

“Things are over with Kate.” Lindsey felt her chest tighten as Rachel’s voice cracked. The tears she’d been anticipating were there, and it took even more effort to not reach out and force her friend into a hug. It felt as likely to help as to make her scatter and Rachel did not seem like she’d be healthy on her own. “She left me, and already she’s telling everyone how happy she is to have a new girlfriend who actually supports her.”

“That’s fucked up.” Lindsey struggled to keep her voice down. She wanted to yell. Kate being a bad idea was one thing. Kate actively hurting her friend was something else entirely. “You were there when her mom died. You were there when she was—” Listing everything wouldn’t help. Rachel didn’t seem to feel any better about Lindsey’s support. She even turned away, slumping her shoulders in a display of palpable despair. “Yeah, that’s fucked up.”

Rachel didn’t respond.

She’s not that small or anything, but slumped like that she looks so pitiful, so vulnerable, so… Lindsey’s frown deepened. I can’t just stand here and not try to help her.

Lindsey stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Rachel as tightly as it felt safe to try. “Anything I can do to help forget about her? We can go to another club, or we can—”

“—Don’t touch me!” Rachel tore herself out of Lindsey’s arms. Her voice was so much louder than before, the kind of desperate, sharp cry that it was hard to believe Rachel was doing intentionally so much as it coming from a complete loss of self-control. That belief wa supported when Rachel slumped even lower, sniffing loudly as she rubbed at her face. “S-sorry, I… I should go, you… You should stay here. Have fun. I…” She sniffled again, louder, shaking from head to toe from the intensity of her own emotions. “I need to go.”

Rachel had told Lindsey to not touch her, but her body language was screaming something else. Her tone, her tears, they all whispered another story.

Maybe I’ve been letting you deal with this on your own too long. Lindsey reached out, her hand hovering above Rachel’s shoulder for a long moment. I’ve been a bad friend, or at least not the friend you could use right now. Please, don’t run away.

She squeezed, and Rachel didn’t bolt.

“You sure you’re okay…?”

“Not okay.” Rachel shook her head, her hand reaching up to rub at her face again with another loud, wet sniffle. It twisted Lindsey up inside even more, but she had no idea what to do. “Just don’t need your pity. Don’t need…

“This.”

“I don’t pity you!” Rachel was already so far away, Lindsey’s hand falling down by her side. “I fucking love you, even if I never loved the sex!”

Lindsey knew that Rachel couldn’t hear her. She tried to yell loud enough, to eclipse the sound of the club, but it didn’t matter. She already couldn’t see where Rachel was in the sea of people filling the club.

Maybe when I see her tomorrow we can have a talk we should have had years ago at this point… Lindsey took a few quick steps forward, but she knew it wouldn’t matter. Even if she caught up with Rachel she’d decided to run and she wasn’t about to stop. Maybe I’ll leave her a voicemail or something. I’m sure she’s already turned off her ringer like she always does.

The music of the club didn’t sound as good as it did before.

The beat was so much less encouraging than before, and Linsey couldn’t quite find a way to let it wear her like a glove. Her movements all felt awkward and uncomfortable.

After trying and failing to enjoy two more songs, Lindsey made her way out of the club. Outside was so much quieter, easier to hear her own thoughts. They instantly turned to Rachel. I’ve had a lot of time to figure out how I felt about the time we spent together, but it wouldn’t mean that we were what she wanted us to be. I wouldn’t have even said that tonight, but calling how I feel about her pity?

Lindsey narrowed her eyes at her phone as she tapped out a message for her friend.

That’s bullshit.

She walked down the sidewalk, her thumb gliding across her screen for one word and then the next. Once she was done, Lindsey pressed send, and tucked her phone away. She couldn’t put the brown-eyed woman out of her thoughts, but she did her best to not linger on them. Rachel was hurting, and Lindsey cared about her.

She just also cared about the way Rachel hurt her, too.

Across the city, a message sat on Rachel’s phone, unread.

[Walking away like that hurt me. I really want to talk. Please call me.]

Rachel didn’t show up to the club the next day.

There was no text waiting for Lindsey when she woke up. There was no call during the day, or at night. She left two messages on Rachel’s phone during the day, and two more at night. The next day, when another call didn’t receive a response, she tried calling someone else.

“Hey There.” Kate managed to make two words drip with so much impatience it was hard to believe she hadn’t been waiting on hold for half an hour to finally speak. “I don’t recognize the number. Who is this…?”

“Lindsey.” It was difficult to not let her own frustration bleed into her voice, but she did her best. “It’s Lindsey.”

Kate didn’t respond right away. For being so impatient before, it suddenly seemed as though she found enough time for a dramatic pause. “I don’t actually remember giving you my number. I’m kinda busy here with Rhea, so whatever this is about could you make it quick?”

Rachel, you better be so thankful for what I’m dealing with for you…

“Alright. I’ll get to the point.” It was tempting to lean into a pause of her own, but Lindsey resisted. “Have you heard from Rachel? I know two you broke up, but I’m worried about her. She hasn’t—”

“—I’ll save us both some time and cut you off right there.” Kate spoke up, loud and firm enough that Lindsey didn’t have any choice but to stop and listen. “I haven’t heard from Rach since I told her that I was sick of her bullshit. I was always going to be less than you, and you don’t even fuck girls, so what’s the point?” Lindsey had already silenced herself at Kate’s insistence, but hearing that silenced her all over again.

It wasn’t untrue, but she hadn’t expected Kate to say it.

“If you find her? Let her know I’m already much happier, and that she doesn’t need to bother talking to me ever again. She hurt me, and I’m done with her fucking nonsense.”

Lindsey opened her mouth but before she could respond, her phone beeped.

She fucking hung up on me! Lindsey narrowed her eyes, her thumb hovering over the redial button for entirely too long. It’s not like I wanted your relationship to fail, but if you’re petty enough to act like this then I’m not fucking shocked. I bet you’re making Rhea very happy!

Lindsey tucked her phone away, leaning back in her chair.

She tried to not think about where Rachel might be, or how she might be doing. It was too easy to imagine her friend self-harming, or worse. The headspace she’d been in was bad enough even if she’d spent one night alone, but Lindsey couldn’t imagine she’d be seeing her at the club that night either.

Tonight, I’ll stay in. I could use a break from the scene, and if she doesn’t call me, I’ll go tomorrow night. Lindsey smiled weakly as she reached down onto her coffee table and lifted up a mass market paperback. I can put on some music, read a book, and worry about this tomorrow. Rachel is a big girl. This isn’t my responsibility to fix, but I’m here for her if I can. Even if I love her, there’s only so much that I can do. Maybe I can stop by her apartment…

The music, and the book helped, but Lindsey couldn’t put Rachel out of mind.

Not entirely.

The brown-eyed woman weaved through Lindsey’s private thoughts and secret concerns. Her face snuck in to the story, and the memory of her sad sniffles added to the music.

It was a long night.

It was a lonely night.

It was a night Lindsey couldn’t escape any reasonable way she tired.

Lindsey looked down at herself as she picked up her phone. It’d been a bit since she’d pulled on her tight black tank top that held her chest so tight to show off every curve and made it very clear the exact size and shape of her nipples. It was the same for her short black skirt that squeezed so tight around her ass only to billow out just below. Her high-heeled boots emphasized the curves of her legs, and made the already tall woman that much taller.

This is the responsible thing to do. Lindsey tapped a contact on her phone, and held it to her ear as she waited for the other end to pick up. No one else is going to be able to help Rachel. She’s burned too many bridges, and if half of what her roommate said was true, she’s in a bad place…

Each ring felt like it lasted an eternity. Only three and then it would go to voice mail, and she’d need to put off her plans. It didn’t feel safe to rely on someone getting a message.

Hopefully this is Rachel and not someone else…

The next ring never came.

Instead a bright, happy, cheerful voice rang out instead. “Hey, sis! It’s been a bit since I heard from you. I hope everything’s going well!”

“Hey, Aemilia. Right now things aren’t the best but hopefully they will be after tonight?” Lindsey forced herself to stay calm. She lowered her shoulders that had already started lifted up towards her ears, and slowed her breathing. This would be a bad time to lose her head. “I might have figured out where I can find Rach, and I want to go try to find her… but it’s not the best kind of place, so I wanted someone to be waiting for me to call them tomorrow.”

“Siiiis…” Aemilia pouted. “If you don’t’ think it’s safe, then you shouldn’t go. What am I supposed to do if I don’t hear from you?”

Lindsey laughed as she looked through her purse one last time. “It probably won’t even come up. I’m just going to a club… but Rachel has been missing for a while so I want to be responsible.”

“If that’s how you feel, that not much will be happen, but you want to be careful… Then you shouldn’t go alone…” Aemilia wasn’t backing down, but her tone still sounded adorably happy. “Take me with you.”

Lindsey flinched. “No, sis. Besides, you’re nineteen, I’m not even sure they’d let you in…”

Aemilia scoffed. “So it’s a club you’re worried about, but you think they’ll card me?”

“If I lost track of you for even a minute and something happened to you, I’d never forgive myself!” Lindsey sighed, shaking her head as she tossed her purse over her shoulder. “I can call someone else for this, but you’re my sister. I thought I could count on you to be my backup without making this harder than it needs to be. You know how I feel about Rachel better than anyone.”

For a long time, there was only silence.

Lindsey stood in front of the door out of her apartment, her finger piercing the center of her keyring. She spun her finger, the keys looping it as she waited.

“Please, Aemilia. It’s taken me a month to chase her down. I just want another layer of security. I’ll call you tonight if anything goes wrong, okay? It wouldn’t do Rach any good if I got myself hurt, right?” Lindsey spun her keys again. “And I’ll owe you. Just let me do this and know I’ve got my little sister looking out for me.”

A loud sigh came across the line.

“Fiiiiine, sis.” A huff. “But you owe me. I’ll think of what I want. It’s going to be a big deal, though, to keep me worrying about you like this…”

“That’s my sister.” Lindsey smiled, popping open her door. “So , let me know when you’re ready and I’ll tell you everything I know…”

Harsh red lighting made the underground club instantly feel so much more devious and dangerous than it did on the outside. How it could be both dark, and have so much look washed out in red at the same time didn’t make any sense, but Lindsey couldn’t deny what she was seeing.

It also helped that it took walking down into what felt like a repurposed abandoned service tunnel or the basement for a building that didn’t exist anymore.

Whatever it had been, it was now decidedly not the kind of place Lindsey wanted her sister to visit. Kate, maybe, but not Aemilia… Lindsey smirked as she thought of the way the woman at the front stared right at her tits before letting her in.

“Hey!” Lindsey smiled, pulling out her phone when she got the attention of a woman with a bright blue, femme undercut. “Have you seen this woman…? I’m trying to find her…!”

She glanced at Lindsey’s phone, her eyes lingering for a little bit too long before she shook it. “Sorry! Never seen her before! Kinda cute, though… not as cute as you though.” Blue eyebrows danced up and down. Lindsey kept her peppy smile. “Wanna—”

“Sorry!” Lindsey shook her head as she stepped away, waving her phone as she went. “Looking for a girl!”

Liar…

As she turned away to look over the crowd again, Lindsey let herself frown.

Unless… Rach looks so bad now she isn’t quickly recognizable…? It could be that she was trying to recognize her, but I don’t think so. She was trying to seem confident—and smooth.

Lindsey showed her phone to several other women. Each time she got the horrible feeling that they knew so much more than they were letting on but none of them offered anything useful with words or without. All that Lindsey could do was keep right on looking.

Even if no one was helpful there was one thing Lindsey couldn’t complain about.

The music.

Enjoying it was difficult, but it was the kind of beat that reached under Lindsey’s skin. It throbbed with her heartbeat, or made her heart match its rhythm. She could feel it shudder across her skin, and the ways her body wanted to tense and loosen and move. Leaving too soon felt like an awful idea, so for just one song the tall raven haired woman allowed herself to dance and forget why she was there.

Lindsey’s missing friend and her beautiful brown eyes vanished into the background as her hips moved and swayed, her arms moving over her head, her whole body becoming a part of the music.

When the song was over she fluttered her eyes open and stared.

A woman was approaching her. Her hair looked unkempt in a way that was far messier than it was sexy. Her deep, beautiful brown eyes were so lidded they nearly looked closed. Lindsey was pale, but the woman who stepped towards her clumsily looked even more. She wasn’t wearing much. Her top looked purple under the light, little more than a pair of stars with a series of straps holding them over her average-sized breasts. She wore a pair of black shorts, tiny and tight with the button hanging open like an invitation.

The rings under her eyes made it look like she hadn’t slept in a year.

Rachel!

Not only was Rachel there, but she was walking towards Lindsey. Her eyes filled with tears, shining with so much of the red light from above.

“R-Rach…! Where the fuck have you been?!” Lindsey couldn’t stop the tears from pouring down her face. She couldn’t stop herself from smiling, either. Rachel was there, and she didn’t look amazing but she was alive. The corners of her lips even quirked in a smile.

For just a moment Rachel stopped.

The way her body tensed up, it almost looked like she was going to bolt again. It was so brief there wasn’t even time for Lindsey to stop smiling, or to cry harder.

“You haven’t been to work for a month, your number disconnected…” Lindsey sniffled, breaking into loud laughter. “I’ve been so scared for y—”

It all happened so fast that Lindsey could barely process it. Lindsey was talking, crying, so overwhelmed with emotion, and then Rachel’s hands were suddenly on her cheeks. The touch was familiar, reminding her of nights hidden in the dark. It wasn’t gentle, but it didn’t feel cruel or harsh, either.

There was quite a bit of height difference between the two of them, and Lindsey felt her face pulled down to Rachel’s level.

Then Rachel’s lips met hers.

“Mmmmph!”

Lindsey felt so dizzy. Going from the song, to the relief of Rachel, to suddenly feeling her lips, and then Rachel’s tongue thrust inside of her mouth, it was all so much—too much. Rachel’s body grinded against Lindsey’s, and her hands held so tight to Lindsey’s face. There was no room to get away, and Rachel’s kiss was so deep, so insistent, so raw.

It was so much that even with Rachel shuddering against her Lindsey didn’t think of pulling away. Her head felt overstuffed with complicated emotions. The last time they’d experimented together, it had broken Rachel’s heart.

She’d been distraught, but she’d respected Lindsey’s boundaries,

Now, Rachel had her tongue in Lindsey’s mouth. Now, she was grinding against her like a horny teenager. Nnn this doesn’t seem good for her… not at all… but… nnnn… nnnn how long is this kiss going to last…?!

Lindsey swallowed, hard, feeling the pills as a distant physical sensation.

There was too much else clouding her mind.

“What… What was that…?!” Lindsey rubbed at her lips as she took another step back. Her lips were tingling. Relief was mixed with even more worry than before she’d seen her friend approaching her. “Rach, I’ve been hearing some really bad… bad things about the crowd you’ve been seen with, if the people were really seeing you…” Sharing those ideas, those words, felt too heavy, too serious.

They felt like speaking them would make them real, and Lindsey felt too sharply protective of the hazy looking woman who barely seemed capable of standing on her own two feet.

“I’ve been… I’ve been so scared, and now…” Rachel smiled up at her, or at least looked up at her with an expression that looked closer to blank than happy. There was an edge of joy to her lips, to her eyes, but something about it was wrong, blunted, muted—distant. “Fuck, I hope you’re just on some ‘e’…”

Last time she’d resisted the urge to pull her friend close.

Now, she wrapped her arms tight around Rachel. She didn’t care about the way their height difference meant she was shoving Rachel’s face right into her breasts. She only cared that it meant Rachel was closer to her.

She only cared that hopefully that would help Rachel feel safer.

“Mmm…” Rachel sighed, slumping into Lindsey’s grasp. “Best meds… really… good… meds…”

Lindsey frowned, twisting up her face. She reached down, gently grasping Rachel’s chin. She looked right into Rachel’s brown eyes, her own green pair looking so serious. “Where are you even sleeping anymore…? Your roommate said she hasn’t seen you… Said before you disappeared you were acting really… on edge, really… really…”

Something about my voice… Doesn’t sound right…?

Her thighs clenched, and her toes curled. It was dramatic, but to Lindsey it felt like such a faint, subtle, distant sort of sensation. The floor under her feet felt a bit softer suddenly, too. The lights above didn’t seem quite so bright.

Rachel wasn’t hugging Lindsey back. She was just leaning against her, but Lindsey could still feel the smaller woman quiver.

Why do I feel… so much… warmer… Lindsey fluttered her eyes, looking down at Rachel with more and more confusion in her eyes. Why does she feel… so much… smoother against me…

She groaned, her eyes losing focus as the heat inside of her body, the heat from every place her body was touching Rachel’s, grew hotter, and hotter. When she started to roll her body against Rachel, to just slowly rub, to undulate so she could feel her curves brushing against Rachel’s face, her hips, her everything, it didn’t even feel like a very distant idea—it just sort of happened all on its own.

Why is she… crying…?

The tears in Lindsey’s eyes were gone, so far gone that she was incapable of remembering why she had been crying, or why anyone might cry. Emotions, especially complications like those, all felt so incredibly far away.

Lindsey only noticed the woman standing behind Rachel when her lips were right next to the brown-eyed woman’s ear.

Don’t be that close… to my Rachel…

The woman was already pulling away, but Lindsey couldn’t stop remembering the wicked smile on her lips. Red hair. Blonde eyebrows. “That’s a good Rachey-baby… bring her back with us. I think that the two of you are going to have a lot of fun together…”

R-Rachey-baby…? Don’t call her that…?

She wanted to object, but she couldn’t remember how to make her lips work. She couldn’t remember how to turn the swirling, chaotic mass of ideas in her head into something that anyone else could understand.

I don’t know you…

Rachel’s hand took one of Lindsey’s, and she felt their fingers lace when Rachel whispered something. It was soft, quiet, and with how quiet even the club music was it seemed amazing that somehow Lindsey had heard Rachel clear enough to follow along even if she couldn’t comprehend where she was going or why.

Her legs moved, and that felt perfectly natural. There was no risk that she would suddenly fall down to the floor.

Where she was going, why, who that woman was…

Those things were too complicated.

A dose of two pills, white and red with a symbol right between, was enough to have Lindsey’s entire reality feel like it was spinning further and further away. Her body burned, everything between her legs feeling molten and sticky and slick, but it was difficult to concentrate on that. The thoughts tingled and burned and sizzled, dripping right away as she followed Rachel along.

All lingering objections were gone. She wasn’t even able to comprehend the submissive desire that tingled through her very essence…

But when Rachel or the redhead said anything, Lindsey fell in line and her clit sang.

“What are you waiting for, Rachey-baby…?”

That woman’s voice cut through the haze, or it was sharp enough, confident enough that Lindsey couldn’t help but hear it even if she’d lost all concept of the reality surrounding her. The red lights of the club were gone. It was bright—so bright—but it was so much quieter.

“I want to see every naked inch of… what did you call her… Lindsey…?”

Rachel sobbed, and even in her numbed state Lindsey wanted to hug her. She wanted to pull Rachel into her chest even as a whisper from the same woman had her arms lifting up over her head again, and then she bent forward so her top could be pulled away. Her large breasts bounced free, so warm against the cool air of the back room, and Lindsey simply mewled. Her pink nipples were already so hard, so stiff.

Another soft spoken command and Lindsey’s legs moved further apart, and then her skirt fell down along her legs, followed by her panties.

A few more words, and Lindsey moved to stand in front of a couch.

Rachel pushed her back onto it, and the red haired woman pushed more white-and-red pills into the brown-eyed woman’s mouth. “That’s a good girl Rachey… Now look at that… look at that slick little cunt between those creamy thighs! Doesn’t that just make you so turned on?” A hand smacked the back of her head, and Rachel fell face-first into Lindsey’s pussy.

Just enough of Lindsey was still there to process that Rachel was between her legs, that her tongue was stroking along her folds, but she was swimming in so much chemical dissociation and bliss that the implications of that were so far gone. It was hard to care about how much she didn’t want that before, how much her inability to want that was what drove them apart in the first place.

It was so much easier to feel Rachel’s lips wrapping around her clit even if it was so difficult to hear her own cries.

“Be a good girl, Linds.” The redhead was speaking again. Lindsey didn’t know how to be a good girl, but she was ready to do whatever it took. Drool was pouring from the corner of her lip, her eyes half rolled back into her head as her body moved in quick response to each of Rachel’s touches, but the woman herself barely seemed to be there at all. “It’s important that you start to learn what’s going to really be important for the rest of your life.”

The rest… of my life… important…!

Rachel was still crying, but that didn’t stop her mouth from feeling like the most divine thing that Lindsey had ever experienced. The way her tongue flicked, the way her lips sucked, the way she was so mindlessly devoted to the task—all of it made Lindsey so close to the edge so quickly.

Feels… so… fucking… Mmmm… Yesss…!

“So let’s start with ‘remedial being a dumb little slut’ huh?” The redhead laughed, and Lindsey cried out at a combination of sensations—Rachel’s tongue flicking the tip of her clit, and the large, noise-cancelling headphones that clamped around her head so tight the rest of the world became blocked out by what sounded like pure swirling sound.

Between her legs, Rachel’s mouth was working just as dutifully as before, but now Lindsey could hear each movement of Rachel’s tongue… or at least that was how it felt. She could feel each hard suck of her friend’s lips, only they weren’t between her legs.

They were latched somewhere deep and important in her brain.

F-f-eels like she’s sucking… licking… ohhh like she’s fucking me away… fucking… everything… away…!

The headphones were so tight a seal that Lindsey couldn’t even hear her own frantic cries as orgasm slammed through her body. She could feel the sensations, for a moment only feeling those sensations, but then that pleasure became yet another thing that knocked loose more of her brain so that strange swirling, echoing sound, and Rachel’s skilled mouth could take them away.

As more lust flowed between her legs, Lindsey’s brain felt emptier and emptier.

Lindsey bucked her lips, arched her back, and moaned. Those tasks were nearly automated, happening under the direction of some part of her mind that understood what she was supposed to do but felt no need to communicate that with Lindsey herself.

It was impossible for her to see how miserable Rachel looked down between her legs. It was beyond her to comprehend the way the sounds were twisting up her brain, speaking directly to vulnerable parts of her psyche too wrapped up in drugs to do anything but obey.

Lindsey came until she couldn’t cum anymore, and even then she could still obey. She could still listen and surrender everything she had left in her brain.