Mathilda had a moment of peace to herself, as she sat at the bar. The worst thing she had to worry about was men eyeing her at the bar. Sure, they said that blondes had more fun–but she was doing more than fine with black hair!
But she was not particularly worried, with her gun in her bag. Most people did not even notice because what woman did not have a clunky bag?
“Honey, haven’t we met before?”
Mathilda whirled around, to face a leering man with a smile that seemed to drip. She had had enough to drink that she felt like being a smartass.
“Met where honey?” she returned. The man looked at her with wide eyes. “Wanna fuck?”
Coughing abruptly, he stood up.
“No, I don’t want to go with a pro!”
Mathilda laughed, and so did the woman next to her. She turned and looked at her with a bright smile.
“That was perfect,” The redhead said.
“Have I met you before?” Mathilda asked, and put her hand on the other woman’s thigh.
The redhead smiled at her, and answered,
“Wanna fuck?”
Mathilda and the redhead got up, and every man watched them. She figured they would want to watch the two of them even more if they knew what they were going to do.
Placing her clunky purse on the table when she followed the redhead into her apartment, Mathilda stood up and looked at the other woman.
A sweet kiss was placed on her shoulder which was covered with lace.
“Do you mind?” The redhead asked her, as she slipped her hand inside her blouse and fished for her breast.
Mathilda moaned sweetly,
“No more questions.”
The redhead kissed her now bare shoulder and caressed her bare breast. Mathilda smiled at the irony of leaving with this hot woman, as opposed to the men who were leering at her downstairs.
That was what she decided now, she did not need to know names only bodies and she could stay undercover longer…
More Masturbation Monday here:
The plot thickens! (A bit like honey, lol)