Jane sighed as she grabbed her suitcase and got up from her desk. Seven O’Clock, finally time to get out of here. It was the same every day, wake up, work for eight hours, head to the gym, and then go home sleep and start it all again.

It was tough being a late bloomer. She’d lived most of her life not even knowing what she really wanted to do, just following what her small town family had wanted for her. Turned out settling down with husband wasn’t really for her and no one was one bit happy when she let them know that fact. So Jane ran off, moving to the big city to try to live a life on her own, one where she could love whoever she wanted and no one could tell her that was wrong.

Unfortunately, knowing what she wanted and how to get it were two different things. Girls were just so pretty and intimidating, what was she supposed to say, what was she supposed to do? A few years going hard in the gym helped her look the part she wanted, big strong dyke, but now she felt even worse. Now she was hot and strong but she was terrified of being some big predatory monster. Would a woman just be talking to her, saying yes because she was afraid? And where could she even find another lesbian? She thought that there were some girls in her gym but asking someone out there felt like a violation, and what if the woman was straight and she was reading signals wrong? Any time she worked up a bit of courage her mind played out scenes of getting kicked out for being a gross predator. Jane retreated into her own lonely little world, heart full of yearning and dread.

Jane slowly walked out into the lobby, anticipating another lonely evening in the weight room when a voice stopped her.

“Hey! Jane, wait up!”

Someone that Jane didn’t recognize was yelling out to her, she turned to try and figure out who in the world it could be and saw someone kind of familiar.

“Hey, glad I caught you”, it was Amanda from accounting. Or was it sales? Maybe IT? Jane had seen her from time to time in the break room but they were barely even work acquaintances. She was running this way, her breasts bouncing mesmerizingly in a loose blouse with too many buttons undone.

“Hey, uh, Amanda, what’s up?”, she questioned, trying to act as if the only interesting thing about the quickly approaching woman was her face.

“Just figured that I’d invite you out with some of the other girls”, Amanda grinned, “Ya know, since it’s  pride, we’re all heading out to the gay bar down by 2nd street, it’s dyke takeover night.”

“Who, me, I mean, there’s”, Jane stammered.

“Come on Jane”, Amanda grabbed her by the arm, feeling up her biceps with a hungry look”, almost every girl who spends that much time in the gym is into other girls.”

Jane let herself be pulled along.

“Besides”, Amanda paused and smirked as she cupped one of her breasts, “I can see the way you look at these.”

Jane’s heart dropped and she tried to sputter out an interrupted apology about how she was out of line.

“Don’t worry girl, I looove it”, Amanda purred.

Jane sputtered some more, completely unaware of what to do with such a forward woman grabbing onto her. Amanda let go and faced her with an expectant look on her face, waiting for her “yes”.

“Alright, fine”, Jane grumbled before getting yanked out into the parking garage.

“Great, I’ll drive us over, you can toss your suitcase in the back seat.”

Amanda’s car was a lot messier than Jane expected. Discarded clothes were thrown all over the place and there was a strange smell. Amanda tenderly placed her suitcase down behind the front passenger seat and tossed some bra that looked too small for Amanda in the back so that she could sit down. 

“Yeah, it could use good cleanup, I just don’t want to try to track down whoever they all belong to”, Amanda said as she climbed into the driver’s seat.

“You get a lot of, uh, action?”, Jane asked a little uncomfortably.

“Yeah loads, there are lots of women who are really just waiting for someone with the balls”, Amanda laughed a little at her own phrasing, “to ask them for some quick fun. It doesn’t really mean much but makes both of us feel better, so why not go for it?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ve never really thought about it”, Jane muttered, staring out the window as they drove through  the lit up city center. Jane felt something cold and sharp inside her chest, a powerful dread like she’d just found out she’d made a big mistake for so long. Lost years, how much time had she not even bothered to try, paralyzed by her own doubts? Here she was, sitting next to the girl who was living the life she’d dreamed about in her most shameful and lust-drunk fantasies and she couldn’t barely work up the will to respond to her. 

“We’re heereee”, Amanda sang as she pulled into another parking garage, pulling Jane out of her own head.

Amanda grabbed her by the hand and walked out and over to the bar. The big man standing at the door smiled when he saw her. Jane was sure that they had to know each other cause they were able to walk right in without waiting at all. She stood at the door apprehensively, suddenly gripped by doubts again. Amanda turned around and shook her head, pulling her coworker for one final time into the pulsing sounds of the club.

Jane had never been anywhere like this before. Lights were flashing through a rainbow of colors with the beat. The dance floor and the bar were packed with more lesbians than she’d ever seen in one spot in her life. One girl was pulling another half-naked girl into a private booth along the wall. The loudest song she ever heard was blasting out of speakers, it’s singer yelling something she couldn’t quite follow about tetris, asbestos, and dyed hair.

It was all so much, more hot women, lights, and sounds than Jane had ever experienced together in her life. It was just so much.  A punk girl dressed up in shredded black clothes came up to her with a cocky grin.

“Hey, haven’t seen you around here before. What’s your name, stud?”, she asked with a smirk.

“Jane”, she mumbled uncomfortably under the din of the bar.

“What’s that, I can’t hear you?”

Jane repeated herself quietly with no success. The girl looked at her with concern.

She’d fucked it up. Not even a minute in a new place and she’d already embarrassed herself. The hot punk girl was like a piece of meat to her and as soon as Jane slipped up and let her know that, she would be running away scared. She had to be only another minute from doing something that would get her kicked out. Her stomach churned.

“I… I name some air”, Jane spun around, looking for Amanda with no success.

She clutched her head, all the lights and sounds making her vision swim. It was all so overwhelming. She wanted these girls but felt like a monster because of it. She didn’t know where to go or what to do so she just stood there by the entrance, looking dizzy and confused til Amanda shook her out of it with a pat on the back.

“Come on big girl, got stage fright?”

Jane just looked at her with an uncomfortable frown.

“Alright, alright, I wanted these for me but you need them more, come over here”, Amanda gestured over to a bathroom where the W on the “women’s” sign had been stolen and they both went inside.

The bathroom was relatively calm compared to the club outside. Here there was only one couple making out in the stalls, at least that’s what it looked like. It was clean and the lights were bright and white which helped Jane calm down. Amanda had climbed up to sit on the counter top of the sinks and was fishing for something in her purse

“Here we go!” she yelled with a grin, pulling out an unmarked and almost empty bottle of pills.

“Uhhh, what is that?”, asked Jane with a concerned look.

“Don’t worry, it’s just some Phae, ever hear of it?”

Jane shook her head in response.

“Well it’s an old drug, used to be more popular back in the day but they stopped making it so it’s really hard to find”, Amanda explained, “had a reputation for being like poppers for dykes. Basically, you take these and you’re gonna have a really good time tonight.”

Amanda shook the bottle and poured the only two pills into her hand. She stared at them with a melancholic expression for just a second and then held out her hand to Jane.

“Bottoms up”, she said as Jane grabbed the pills, “You need these more than I do”

Amanda bit her bottom lip and looked Jane’s body up and down, “Honestly you’re gonna make better use of them than I would have”

Jane blushed at her coworker’s forwardness and looked away, down at the pills in her hand. What did she have to lose? She took a quick breath and tossed them in her mouth, gagging as she failed to swallow.

“Water”, she groaned.

“Shit, hang on”, Amanda rummaged in her purse and grabbed out a flask. “I always keep a little treat in my purse for when the meetings get too long. It’s pretty weak so you don’t have to worry about the kick”

Jane grabbed the flask and took a big gulp. After gagging and taking a few deep breaths she turned to stare at Amanda.

“You drink at work?”

“Only on the really long days”, Amanda grinned, “It’s not like I’m driving either, I’ve got my girls to bring me around when I’m not trying to but the moves on the beefy office butch.”

“When you’re wh”, Jane suddenly stopped mid-word and clutched her face. It felt like all the blood was rushing away from her head. She stumbled forward a few steps and then, just as fast, felt normal again.

“Hey, you alright Jane?”

“Yeah, it passed, just a little head rush”

Jane dragged her hands down against her face, thinking about what Amanda had said about her. Did she find Jane attractive? Jane looked down at the floor, rubbing a bicep through her suit with her hand. Another head rush hit her as she realized, doing this was turning her on. Being muscular made her hot, she thought with newfound glee. She liked her body, and Amanda did too. Maybe she had more of a change here than she thought.

“Hey, what did you say about me?”, Jane asked.

“I said you’re the beefy office butch”, Amanda said with a smirk. She wasn’t about to repeat that without making  her coworker work for it. The pills were clearly starting to take effect and all she had to do now was encourage the gentle giant to throw her weight around.

Jane walked up to her, stripping her suit jacket off. Something about doing that felt really hot to her, like she was shedding the restrictive clothes of her job along with the currently distant worries. It felt better to only have a button-up on, gave her muscles more room to breathe.

“No, that’s not all you said”, Jane backed Amanda up against the bathroom wall. She was acting on instincts that she didn’t know she had. She didn’t know where they were taking her, but it felt too good to question right now.

“I’m not not wrong, am I?”, Amanda looked up at her, still grinning.

A large arm lifted up and rested on the wall right behind her shoulder. Looks like that timid amazon finally was using her strength.

“You’re not wrong, give it a feel”, Jane said, flexing her other arm in front of her chest.

Goddess, it was like trying to squeeze a metal pipe. At the same time, they both realized how totally helpless Amanda was, trapped by this giant girl. Amanda was flush with heat, her eyes darted up to look at the momentary panic on Jane’s face.

Jane was torn, and started to mumble an apology, “I think I shou-”

“Kiss me”

Jane’s eyes lit up as another wave of arousal hit her, shattering her self control. She lifted Amanda up against the wall and mashed their lips together roughly and ground her leg between Amanda’s. She’d never felt so good and wild in her life before. Her coworker’s moans were driving her wild, encouraging her to be even more aggressive. She grabbed at Amanda’s shirt, tearing it, still holding her up with one hand. The only thing she could think was how much she had to fuck the girl in front of her.

The bathroom door opened. The punk girl who came in gave a slightly drunken cheer when she saw the two of them but the moment was broken. Jane felt a coldness in her chest. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t her. She had to get out of here.

“I’m sorry”, she yelped out as she ran out of the bathroom.

“Wait, Ja-”, Amanda was cut off by the door slamming behind her fleeing coworker.

Running through the crowd, Jane felt like she had a chance to get a grip on herself if she got as far away from Amanda as she could. What had she been doing? All those rushes, the pleasant dizzy spells in her head had really screwed her up. Had she been about to fuck a coworker in the bathroom of a gay bar she’d never been to before in her life? She had to get out of here before she lost her head completely. Where had she ended up after all this running around? After some confused spinning around, she spotted the exit sign hanging on the other end of the bar.

“Now I just gotta get there”, Jane muttered to herself, trying both to psych herself up and push away her horny thoughts. She took one step forward, bumped into a drunk-looking dancing girl, and crushed her confidence in escaping. The girl had almost nothing on, had clearly come here to leave with someone. Now she was looking up right in Jane’s eyes and Jane couldn’t look away from her cleavage.

“Sorry, I just gotta get out”, she said halfheartedly.

The girl eyed her hungrily and let out a moan when she saw where Jane had been looking, wreaking havoc on what little remained of Jane’s self control. She flashed Jane a horny smile and pulled their bodies together. Jane knew she should stop her but too much of her wanted this right now. The song changed and picked up and the drunk girl let out a cheer, spun around, and started grinding her half-exposed ass against Jane’s crotch.

A head rush hit again, it was like her brain was orgasming. The only thing that mattered to her anymore was using this girl to get off. She needed this more than anything she could ever remember, which wasn’t much right now. Her strong arms grabbed onto the girl’s hips, squeezing the soft flesh above her ass. Jane was in heaven.

“Omg, I’m so sorry”, yelled out a voice, “she got away from us”

Another, less exposed girl ran up and grabbed the dancing girl, snapping her fingers in front of her face and pulling her away.

“Left her in bimbo mode when I went to the bar and she got away”, the tall girl explained, “she shouldn’t be bothering you anymore”

The now un-hypnotized slut blew Jane a kiss and mouthed out “sorry” as she was dragged off, leaving Jane incredibly unsatisfied.

“Fuck”, Jane thought clutching her head as the events of the night swirled. She’d been trying to get laid all night and just kept getting cuntblocked, probably. It was all very hazy to her right now and she didn’t feel like clearing up the heavy thoughts in her head to determine the exact truth. What mattered now what that she was horny as hell.

Jane shook her head and looked around. She had been going somewhere before she ran into that girl. What was she after? She scanned around the bar, trying to remember what she’d been so eager to get to right before. The bartender caught her eye, maybe she was going to get a drink? The bartender was pretty good looking dark-skinned goth girl who had gone super hard on her outfit so it was worth heading over if only for that. Sufficiently motivated, she strolled over to the bar.

“Hey business suit, what will you be having?”, asked the bartender as Jane walked up.

“I think I might take a goth tonight”, Jane said with a dumb grin.

The bartender rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to laugh it off but caught a strange scent in the air. Looking back at the idiot in officeware in front of her, she realized that she was actually hiding some pretty impressive biceps underneath. The bartender silently cursed a gay awakening of too many Xena reruns.

“Alright, you’re just barely hot enough to pull that one off, maybe later tonight if you’re still around. So tell me suit, what’s your name?”

Shit. What was my name? The only thing Jane could think about right now was fucking girls. “Uhhhhhh”, she trailed off.

A hand slapped her back. Jane spun her head around, seeing the punk girl from before.

“There you are, I’ve been looking for you ever since you ran out of the bathroom.”

Jane thought back to that, scrunching up her forehead. Damn, yet another time tonight where she had lost her shot tonight. Had she run out? That didn’t feel right. What was gonna get between her and holding a hot girl against a wall? That blond was hot too, kinda familiar though, did they work together or something? 

“Your friend is masturbating in there by the way, girl was way too turned on.”

“Shit, that’s hot”, Jane chuckled, imagining it in her head.

“Anyways, you’re Jay right?”, the punk girl said and the now Jay accepted, I think she called you that as you were running out? I just wanted to apologize for coming on so strong when you got here as you were…”

Jay shh-ed her.

“Don’t worry babe, you can come on me as strong as you like. I’m a big bad butch and I’m ready to have the time of my fucking life. I was just…”, Jay’s grin faltered slightly, why would she have run away from a girl who was so eager to get fucked by her?, “I was just having an out of character moment I guess.”

Jay turned back to her front, shooting the bartender a dumb grin.

“The name’s Jay and I’d love to see a hottie like you again later tonight.”

“Sure thing suit, I’d love to see what you’ve got under there”, the bartender returned her grin and gave Jay something close to “an idea”.

“Hold this babe”, Jay said as she turned to the punk girl and peeled off her suit jacket. 

Standing in the dimmed lights of the bar, it looked like there was a light mist coming off of Jay. Her button down was nearly drenched, covered in her own sweat and stuck tight to her skin. Jay looked at each arm giving a flex and looking incredibly pleased with herself. A few patrons nearby turned to stare at her, surprised by the butch-y wet shirt contest that was apparently accompanying dyke night. Jay looked around, pleased with the attention she was getting and excited to one up herself.

“Is it hot in here?”, she announced loudly, “or is it just me?”

Jay grabbed at the seam by her left shoulder with her right hand and pulled hard, ripping the sleeve off of her shirt. She slowly peeled the soaked and torn fabric off of her arm, filling the bar with the strangely good smell of her sweat. As more curious women looked at her, she repeated herself on her opposite arm. The bartender silently took back her curses as she stared enraptured at the stripping amazon in front of her.

“You wanna set what I can do?”, she turned back to the bartender and bite her underlip flirtatiously, “check this out.”

Jay dropped to the floor in front of the punk girl, giving her a wink on her way down. She stretched out into a prone position and started doing push-ups while counting her reps out loud.

“Forty nine, Fifty”, she shouted out as she pulled her left arm behind her back and switched to one-handed push-ups. A crowd gathered around her.

“Ninety nine, One Hundred”, Jay put her arm back on the floor, didn’t go down again, and looked up at the punk girl, “toss the jacket, I don’t need it anymore, climb up on my back”

The punk girl, completely entranced by the display in front of her, threw Jay’s former outfit aside and did as she was told.

“Good girl”, huffed Jay as she took on the weight of two people.

Her rider only moaned in response. The crowd around them was most of the bar now, everyone wanted to see what the boisterous butch was going to do.

Jay went down. She took a deep breath and looked around at everyone watching her. Then, she pushed herself up again. Then she did it again. And again, faster each time. Like a machine, she was back at her regular speed, as if she was totally unweighted. The crowd started hollering and whistling rowdily. It was completely ridiculous and yet somehow one of the hottest things they’d ever seen.

“One Hundred Ninety nine, Two Hundred”, Jay proudly counted out as she stood up, the punk girl clinging onto her not just so she didn’t fall, but also so she wouldn’t be separated from this absurd yet hot dumbass.

Standing up now, Jay saw how she had the attention of the entire bar. Girls all around were either staring at her, feeling up someone, feeling up themselves, or even all three. She felt so proud of herself.

“That made me so horny, how about you?”, she asked the punk girl, “Wanna go to one of the private booths and fuck?”

Staring at Jay, all she could do was nod in agreement.

Jay winked at the bartender and blew her a kiss and then grabbed the punk girl from the waist and held her under one arm, carrying her toward the booth.

“Holy shit, this is-”, she looked up at the girl carrying her around like a rolled up rug, “I haven’t even told you my name yet.”

Jay looked down at her with that dumb grin that had taken over her face, “Why bother talking when you could be going down on me?”

Words failed her again as the punk girl moaned, knowing she wanted to taste Jay way more than she wanted to salvage any more of her dignity.

The side room had a few dim colored lights, just enough to see around and cast some beautiful shadows on naked bodies. It was relatively small but had a poofy looking couch taking up half of the floorspace. There were a few pieces of discarded clothing scattered around the room from previous partiers who have been here. It all came together to make an environment that felt strangely comforting to Jay.

She lightly placed the drooling punk girl back on the ground and sat down on the couch in front of her. Having such hungry eyes glued to her was the greatest feeling in the world. She looked down at her ruined button-down and started undoing the top button.

“I think it’s time to take this off, don’t you agree?”

“Yes, let-”, the punk girl whimpered, “let me help you.”

Jay shot her a smirk and held a palm out to say no, “not yet, I think you need to learn some patience. I’m going to do this one myself and you’re going to stand there and watch.”

Jay undid the next button, staring directly at her bottom’s eyes as she let out a barely stiffed moan and weakly lifted a hand out toward that which she was denied. A single shake of Jay’s head brought it back down. She reveled in the power she had right now.

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Button - Moan, each time the punk girl somehow sounded more and more needy.

Finally Jay was finished. She looked the punk girl in the eyes and threw open what remained of her top, revealing a sweaty set of abs. The punk girl couldn’t take it anymore, she leapt at Jay and was caught by her powerful arms. Jay laughed at her lack of control for a second before realizing that she was way too horny to keep the tease going. She pulled her partner in close and started the messiest make out session of her life.

The punk girl’s tongue burst into Jay’s mouth. She responded with aggression in kind, fighting but never hard enough to completely win to avoid ending it before she had her fill. One arm held the punk’s head to hers while another snaked around to grab at her ass, eliciting squeals and squirming. Eventually, the punk girl broke off, pulling back with an exhausted grin.

Jay grabbed the back of her head with both hands, pushing her down past her sweat drenched bra and against her similar abs before letting go. The punk girl lowered a hand to her own cunt and started fingering herself while grinding face against the hard muscles. She watched silently as the girl debased herself against her and bit her lip. Damn, that was hot.

Jay reached under the head writhing against her and undid her belt and slipped off her pants. Looking down at her pink-striped panties, she frowned, that didn’t seem like something she would wear. She felt like more of a boxer girl. Jay didn’t have any time to linger on those thoughts before the punk girl ripped them off and dove at her pussy, wild with lust. Now it was Jay’s turn to moan, her composure ruined by the tongue pleasuring places that no other girl had even seen on Jay before, let alone touched.

Jay grabbed at the punk girl’s head with one hand, rougher this time. With her other, she pulled off her sports bra and started roughly feeling up a breast. She’d been so caught up in the pleasure of control that she hadn’t even thought about actually getting off until now. She was already close from everything that had happened tonight and knew that she wouldn’t last much longer. She thrusted back and forth ravenously while holding the punk girl’s head steady from behind, barely even letting her come up for air. A few short moments later she came with a roar, her entire body shaking. Exhausted, the punk girl rested her head on one of Jay’s hard quads with a delirious and satisfied grin.

“Damn, that felt amazing babe, you wanna go again?” Jay looked down at her, hungry for more and knowing she’d get a yes.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and a blonde woman wearing only lingerie burst in.

“Holy shit Jane, I finally found you”, Amanda gasped, “Something’s not right, I don’t know if it was taking it with a shot or if your muscles made it weird or if you’re just a weird case but it’s so much stronger than when I’ve taken it before. You’re releasing pheromones all over the bar, it’s like a total orgy out there.”

Amanda’s eyes adjusted and went wide as she saw her naked amazonian coworker. She drew a sharp breath full of the smell of sex. She knew what was going to happen next, this was even more concentrated than the bar or that bathroom from earlier tonight.

“We should get you to cool down somewhere”, Amanda mumbled half-heartedly. She didn’t believe her words.

“Oh bathroom slut!”, Jay shouted excitedly as she leapt up off the couch, “I still owe you a good fucking, you wanna go?”

Amanda looked at the naked body of the beefiest girl she’d ever seen in real life. She was totally right in the end at least, Jane had been hiding something amazing under all the office wear and shyness. She took a deep breath to get her juices flowing and shot her own dumb grin back at Jay.

“Hell yeah I am!”, Amanda yelled as she got slammed between the wall of the room and a wall of muscles.

The sun coming in through the open balcony door was what woke Jane up the next morning.

“Where am I?”, she groaned, barely able to open her eyes. Everything was so sore, especially her crotch. What the hell did she do last night?

This was not a bedroom that she’d ever seen before. From where she laid, unmoving face pointed at the ceiling, it looked pretty high up. Must be some sort of luxury apartment. Looking straight ahead she could see some clothes discarded on the balcony outside and another high-rise. More clothes and lingerie were strewn around on top of the furniture inside too.

Jane groaned even louder, neither of her arms would move when she tried them. Very odd, did she go to the gym drunkenly alone and turn every part of her body into jelly? Some sort of physically exhausting activity had definitely happened last night.

With a solid grunt, she rolled her head to look to her side. Holy shit, there was a GIRL there, cuddling both her arms around Jane’s left bicep. It came back to her, sorta. The punk girl from the club last night. Shit, she never even got her name, did she?

Jane looked over to the other side and found the same situation with another girl, one that she didn’t really recognize. Who even was this one? Wait, was this the bartender from the club? They probably did something last night? Not a lot of non-sexual situations that end with naked women cuddling on your arms in their sleep. Shit, Amanda was in bed with her too, on the other side of the bartender.

How the hell did she do this? Jane wondered. She couldn’t even talk to a woman on my own without feeling like a monster and yet somehow she had three wrapped around me in some bed I’ve never seen before. Jane waited for the anxiety to hit, but nothing came. No swirling, panic, sinking feeling, no guilt at all for whatever wild shit she did to them but couldn’t quite remember. 

The punk girl on the left stirred a bit and nuzzled her face up against Jane. What an incredible feeling. So warm and soft, Jane couldn’t imagine how she’d waited so long to get with another woman.

She felt a rush to her head, the urges from last night catching up again. It was less powerful and hungry, by a little at least, Jane knew she wanted to fuck but it didn’t feel like it was all she could think about. Just, most of what she would think about. Whatever happened last night had probably changed her permanently and fundamentally. But… that didn’t bother her, this was certainly more fun.

Jane wrapped her thick arm around the mystery woman and pulled her close.

“Mmmm, good morning Jay”, she whispered in Jane’s ear.

Shit, maybe that name fit her better now, Jay wondered. She’d have to try it out somewhere that’s not a club full of horny lesbians.

“Good morning babe”, she said, squeezing one of the girl’s breasts.

“You beast, ready to go again as soon as I wake up?” the girl mumbled, grinding her crotch against the side of Jay’s hips.

“You know it”, Jay grinned. It was all coming naturally, the cockiness, the horniness, and Jay wouldn’t have it any other way. She looked over to her other side as the bartender and Amanda stirred. She was definitely going to enjoy herself from now on.