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Feb 20, 2024

Tess Scali x Reader

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Authors note: I have no excuse for this. It is nearly 6000 words of pure nonsense. And then smut. Why? Cher is hot and I've been on a burlesque kick. That is all I can say. Also I promise to update my actual fics later, this little chestnut just hit me.

Trigger Warnings:

Def mommy kink

Rude men

Hot Cher

Wet dreams

Dirty talk?

Cliches

You’ve been working at the burlesque cub for a few months now, and thus far it’s been a whirlwind. Sequins, feathers, sparkles, and girls half naked everywhere you looked. You were happy to be tucked away behind the bar, out of the spotlight.

Even now that’s where you stood, finally finished with your drink tickets and catching your breath. The club was ridiculously busy as usual, and you found yourself exhausted after every shift. “Time for one more?”

You knew that voice. The smug, sultry tone of your boss filled your ears and you looked up to find her sitting at the bar. She was still in the outfit she wore for the opening number, a bodysuit that shimmered beneath the lights, a ringmasters blazer over it. Topped with fishnets and pointed heels that made her legs go for days. You cursed yourself mentally, while still giving your boss a bright smile.

“What’ll it be, boss, the usual?”

The dark haired woman rolls her eyes at you, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me that?”

You pout teasingly for a second, “Bosslady?” You try.

She laughs, scoffing at you, “Tess will do, and yes, a dir-”

“Dirty martini straight up, with a twist, and two olives.” You finish with a small smile. Tess raises her eyebrow but gives you a smirk, as she nods. You get to work on her drink quickly, handing it to her within a few moments.

Your boss takes a sip, and a small moan leaves her lips, sending a shiver down your spine, “How do you make it perfect every time?” She asks you, her dark eyes staring right through your own.

It was no secret that everyone found her beautiful. Hell, most of the staff was in love with her, but for some reason you two just clicked. Your first day was terrifying, mostly because everyone warned you that after some weird even the year prior Tess was extra tough.

You spent most of it trembling and breaking glasses when she finally came down from her office to figure out why the hell the new girl couldn’t pull it together. You hadn’t realised Tess was indeed, the Tess, your boss, and you felt yourself relax when she sat at the bar. She ordered a dirty martini then, and you’d made it perfectly so she decided not to fire you.

“It’s a talent.” You shrug with a small smile. As soon as you say it, you find yourself inundated with more drink tickets. You give Tess an apologetic look, and get back to it. By the end of your shift, you’re exhausted. By the time you’re done breaking down the bar, and the glasses are polished it’s late, and you can feel how tired you are in your bones.

“I am sooooo ready for the date I have with my mattress.” You grumble, as Jack, the other bartender laughs softly.

“That good of a shift, huh?” He asks.

You nod, but before you can answer you hear your name called at the top of the stairs. You groan and Jack gives you a sympathetic look, before pointing towards backstage. Your tired body takes you up the stairs, and you find Sean at the top of them. He’s eyeing you with a smirk and you frown.

“Oh God. What?” You ask and his smile grows.

“Y/N why do you always assume the worst with me?” He asks.

You give him a pointed look, “Because I know you.” You deadpan. Sean merely rolls his eyes, cigarette between two fingers before he hands you a hangar. There’s a corset on it, white with rhinestones, and a pair of tiny pink shorts to match. “What the hell is that?” You narrow your eyes at the bald man.

He seems unphased, “Your new uniform. Now go, change so I can make sure it fits.” You want to protest, but as soon as you open your mouth Sean is holding up a hand, “Orders directly from the Bosslady.” He teases and you frown deeply.

“Why? I’m not on stage!” You groan. He shrugs, “Beats me kid. Did you want to ask her?” You nod no, and begrudgingly go behind the small curtain to change. You stare at your reflection as soon as you're out of your normal bartender clothes, and have the outfit on. It’s tight. And revealing. And you pout as you stare in the mirror.

Why in the hell would she want you to wear this?

“Have you changed yet? I’m nearly thirty.” Sean deadpans. You sigh, but comply with him, exhausted from your day. You step out of the curtain to find four sets of eyes on you, your cheeks immediately flushing.

“Uh-”

“Mmmm. I don’t think it’s tight enough.” Sean frowns and puts out his cigarette. He walks over to you and places you in front of the full length mirror, “What do you mean?” You ask, avoiding the way that Tess is eyeing you. “Ah.” Sean says, and pulls the ties to your corset tighter, you gasp, letting out a small whimper at the sudden tightness.

Tess coughs but nods along, “I agree.”

You find her eyes in the mirror as Sean looks you over, “So why am I dressing like this? Is JAck wearing one too?” You raise an eyebrow at her and she smirks at you.

“Jack can’t push his tits up the way you can. Think of it this way, there'll be a lot more tips.” She teases, shooting you a wink, before grabbing her things. Tess says her goodbyes quickly, and you groan. You wanted to leave. You needed sleep. After what feels like hours of Sean adjusting he finally deems you ready and lets you leave.

The drive home feels like hours before you’re finally in bed, and shutting your eyes. Sleep comes easily, as soon as you shut your eyes……

“Y/N.” She moans, and your eyes flutter up to look at her. You're on your knees, in the middle of the stage, staring up at the goddess before you. Her hand caresses your cheek softly, before drawing back and her fingers wrap into your hair. “Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?” She purrs and you gasp, the grip on your hair tightening.

“Use those pretty words of yours, darling.” She hums and you shiver, choking out a small, “Yes.”

“Then open your mouth, pet, and let me fuck myself on that pretty face of yours.”

You wake with a gasp, alarm blaring on your phone. 3PM. It screams at you. With a groan, you fall back in bed, letting your arms cross over your face. You throw on sweats, and a tank top as you finally start to get ready, doing some light makeup at home. You toss a fleeting goodbye over your shoulder to your roommate, bagel in your mouth.

Driving to the club is easy, your apartment is only a few miles away in West Hollywood. You’d prefer something closer, but the rent was ridiculous and you’d been rooming with Bella since college. It was easy enough, and she was neat — but not overly so and didn’t seem to mind your hours.

“Good Morning, Y/N.” Jack greets with a grin, and you groan, “Coffee?” He hands you a cup, pre-made from the bar, you nearly moan with happiness. “You’re a God, Jack.” He shoots you a wink, and you take a long sip before setting it on the counter and going upstairs to change.

The dressing room is bustling with beautiful girls doing makeup and laughing together and you immediately gun for Sean who smirks at you, “You look like hell.” He says, handing you the outfit from yesterday. You grimace but decide not to retort. You set your things in a locker and go to change.

Today, you add fishnets beneath the shorts, and it makes you feel… slightly better. Not by much.

Think of the tips.

The little voice inside your head says and it’s right. You sigh, tucking your hair behind your ear. You bring your normal clothes to lock them away with your purse, and make your way downstairs. The dream from last night is still lingering in the back of your mind.

The way Tess moaned…. And God her words. “Are you going to be a good girl for mommy?”

A shiver runs down your spine. Since when did you even react to something like that? You shove it down, shaking yourself as you come down the stairs. You make your way behind the bar, and it’s business as usual as the club starts to open up.

During the opening number however, you can feel eyes on you. A specific set, that when you finally look up, is burning your skin. Your very soul. Internally, everything in you wants to collapse.

All you can think is Tess. Tess on stage. Tess teasing you. Tess in a very tight bodysuit—

‘If you want a little extra, well, you know where I am.’ Her voice is deep and sultry, hands ghosting the underside of her breasts as she sings. You let out an audible whimper. Tess does this to you almost every night. Since night two of you bartending at the club. You’d joked about how sapphic the opening number was with Jack and she’d overheard you. Making your life hell ever since. Invading your dreams. Your daydreams.

God those eyes. Those eyes staring down at you. Looking up at you from between your legs-

You shake yourself, focusing once Jack calls your name.

Sean is sitting at the bar, and he gives you a pointed look,“Manhattan, rocks.” He says.

You nod, trying to keep your gaze on anything but the stage. Anything but your boss. Your boss who in that stupid dream had you on her knees, telling you to be a good girl— Telling you to use your words. Fucking hersself on your-

“Eyes on my drink sweetheart.” Sean teases.

Your cheeks flush at his comment. As if he could read minds. You stir the drink with ease and pour it into Sean’s favourite rocks glass. “I’m your favourite bartender, I always have eyes on your drink.” You say with a small smile.

As the opening number ends, you feel yourself let out a deep breath.

You were saved.

That is, until you look up from the new drink ticket in your hands to find your boss smirking at you. Her long eyelashes casting shadows on high cheekbones, “I guarantee you have record breaking tips tonight.” Tess purrs, eyes not so subtly glued to your cleavage. You watch her tongue dart out to lick her lips, as she looks over you. You feel like a gazelle, caught by a lion. Terrified, yet unable to move.

You do your damndest not to blush.

“Ugh, that would be amazing.” Leaves your lips. You wonder how you managed to speak but begin to shake another drink as Tess watches you, one eyebrow raised, silently.

You decide the silence is worse, “Then Bella won’t kill me.” You say quickly as though it’s all one word. You swear you can see her eyes flash with something you can’t place, before crossing her legs on the barstool.

You nearly drop the shaker on yourself, staring at her legs in fishnets.

“Your girlfriend?” Tess asks, voice perfectly normal.

“My roommate.” You clarify, pouring the liquid from the shaker into another glass. You set it on the serving tray, wondering where the hell the waitress could be, before grabbing another ticket.

“We’re slammed, and of course the waitress is missing.” You whine.

Tess laughs softly, “Then you should get back to work instead of flirting with me.” She winks.

You roll your eyes, cheeks flushing, but do exactly as she says. You get back to work, and lose yourself in it, groaning when you realise the waitress is still missing after another half hour or so. Jack, who’s been there the longest and is therefore the lead bartender, instructs you to start running them yourself. You want to protest but decide not to.

You needed extra points today if you wanted to complain about the outfit later.

How were you expected to be efficient with Tess staring you down like that? The throbbing between your legs was growing, and last night’s dream didn’t help.

So, like the ever helpful bartender you are, you pick up the tray and start running the drinks yourself and you don’t seem to mind. It had been a while since you’d been a waitress, and it came back within a few orders.

It goes smoothly for a while, the system you and Jack have, until it nears midnight and the man who’s been very generous with tipping you all night decides to call you over again. You sigh deeply, and put on a smile.

Only two more hours. And he’d bought nearly six bottles already.

You tell yourself.

As you approach his table, tray in hand, he grins at his friends and then up at you, “Y/N.” He says, an arm wrapping around your hip.

You stiffen.

“You’ve been such a good girl all night.” He says and you nearly gag, “Why don’t you be an even better girl for me, hmm?” You try to pull away, but for an old, rich, asshole, he's remarkably strong.

You take in a deep breath and muster a smile, heart rate hammering in your chest, “No, thank you. Um… I’m not allowed to drink with the customers.” It’s a lie but you hope he’s stupid enough to believe it and he’ll let you go.

Just your luck, he doesn’t.

“Oh, I insist, Y/N.” He says, a bit less friendly this time.

Your eyes flick to the dark wooden bar, scanning for Jack, who unfortunately for you, is swamped and not coming to your rescue. “N-no really I shouldn’t-” You stammer. The grip on your waist is nearly tight enough to leave bruises.

“Is there a problem?” Comes from behind you through gritted teeth.

Tess. Thank God for Tess.

The dark haired woman comes into your view. She’s changed out of her show costume and is instead wearing black skinny jeans and a tight tank top, paired with her usual leather jacket. You would be drooling over her, if you weren’t so panicked.

“No problem.” the man, who’s hand is still on your waist says, “I was inviting Y/N to have a drink with us.”

Tess smirks at him, hands on her hips, “I suggest you let my staff go, Arthur. You may be a long time customer but I don’t tolerate scum in my club.” Her tone is ice and even you shrink a bit.

The man, you now know as Arthur, merely chuckles, letting your hip go. With a strong hand he pushes you forward.

You squeak, and the floor comes at your face quickly, tripping over your feet, eyes shutting tight. As you brace for impact you find yourself in soft arms that are surprisingly strong. You look up through eyelashes to see Tess looking down at you, fury written on her face. It twists, until she takes a deep breath, “Are you alright, sweetheart?”

You nod, and she helps you stand, her voice soft though you can hear anger behind it, “Why don’t you go sit in my office for a few, hmm?”

“But Jack is alone and we're swamped.” You protest.

Tess has none of it, her thumb brushing your inner arm, “I’ll take care of Jack, Y/N. Go. Before I fire your ass.”

You laugh softly, but do as she says. You know better than to not.

You don’t know what she says when you leave, but there’s a hush that falls over the crowd when you ascend the stairs. The dressing room isn’t nearly as busy, but still bustling. The lights of the vanities and the girls giggling with one another soothes your frayed nerves as you make your way to Tess’s office.

You knock on the door, just in case (Your anxiety wouldn’t let you do any less) and push the door open slowly. Tess’s office isn’t large, but it is dark and cozy. With heavy curtains hanging from the ceiling, and the thick lace covering the window panes of the double doors, it has a vintage atmosphere.

Sketches, and pictures of a young Tess litter the walls, and the lamp on her desk casts a soothing yellow glow. You find yourself sitting on the plush couch in her office, popping off your high heels and tucking your legs beneath you. You’re lost in the comfort of the space, and smile to yourself. You don’t know how long you sit there for, but at some point your eyes become heavy and flutter shut.

You awaken to the sound of the door shutting, and Tess grumbling something under her breath. She looks livid still and you frown, “Tess?” You mumble, sleep still at the forefront of your mind. Her eyes flick to you in shock, almost like she forgot you were there, and her face softens.

“Oh, Y/N. Are you alright?”

You nod, sitting up fully, “M’Okay. I think I fell asleep.” You frown.

Tess pours two drinks, before collapsing onto the couch next to you. “Not for long.” She says softly. ”

Your nose scrunches as you take a sip of the whiskey she poured. You find dark eyes sparkling as you look up at them.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly.

“You’re a bartender and you still make a face when you sip whiskey?” She teases.

“Uh, excuse me! I’m a tequila girl, sorry to disappoint you boss.”

Tess chuckles, taking a long sip of her drink, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me boss?”

You pout for a moment, before smirking, “Ugh fine we’ll stick to Bosslady.” You snicker, taking another long drink.

Her eyes darken, lips pursing, “Oh that is so hot.” She says in that teasing tone that makes your lips part. It’s the same one she uses when she sings every night. The satisfied smirk on her face makes you swallow hard.

“HA HA. Tess it is.” You grumble, cheeks flushing as you try to regain your dignity.

Your boss’s legs cross over each other, body turned towards you on the small couch. Hand holding her head up, “I’m sorry about that prick tonight.” Her tone is suddenly serious, dark eyes staring down at you, “It won’t happen again, by the way. I threw him out.”

Your eyes go wide, “You didn’t have to do that I- Tess he usually spends so much!”

“No. Y/N. I have a strict policy. No one treats my staff like shit and gets away with it. I won’t tolerate it.” Tess takes another drink after she says it, and you have a horrible feeling she’s this way because of personal experience. You choose not to ask.

You hear the bass thumping still on stage and you sigh.

The show must go on.

“I should get back to work.” Your voice is barely a whisper, and a finger lifts your chin, making you look up at her, “Oh? Even if you’re having a meeting with the boss?” Tess says the word boss pointedly, and you find yourself smiling softly, eyelashes fluttering.

“Well when you put it that way…” Your voice is barely above a whisper.

You’d done this dance before with Tess. At Ali’s wedding to Jack a few weeks ago. You both were outside smoking a cigarette when, both of you a handful of shots and whoever knows how many glasses of champagne in. You’d stumbled into her when you took a step forward and wound up looking up at her dark eyes, her hands grasping your chin. Thumb stroking your bottom lip. As you took it into your mouth she moaned, and then the back door opened, making you two jump from one another.

Her thumb is dangerously close to your lips now, making your eyes flutter shut, “Y/N.” She hums, and you swallow hard, eyes opening again, “Y-yes?”

She smirks at you, “I’ve never seen you stutter so much, I wonder why that is?” And oh God it’s the same tone from your dream.

“I- um.” You pull your bottom lip between your teeth, “I don’t know.” Her hand drops from your face as she finishes her drink, “You really have no idea?” She asks, smirking still.

“I mean I- um..”

“You, um?” She asks, teasing still, “Can you use your words for me?” Tess purrs, your mouth opens, and you desperately want to speak, yet nothing comes out. “Oh sweet girls.” She tsk’s, “If you can’t use your words I can’t give you what you want.” Much to your surprise, Tess stands, and helps you off the couch, pulling you flush against her.

Your breath catches, body nearly trembling. “Now.” She says, lips dangerously close to your ear, “Go shut down my bar.” You’re released and you stumble backwards a bit, watching the woman before you stand perfectly, as if none of this happened. “Go!” She shoo’s you out of her office and you go, in a daze, back down the stairs.

The show has just ended and through the throngs of people around you are clapping as you make your way back to the bar. The girls bowing on stage. You know Tess will be up there at some point and you look at Jack in a daze.

“That guy really shook you up, huh?” He asks, and you just nod, mumbling a ‘yeah’. You move behind it, and begin your closing duties. It doesn’t take you long, and the club is mostly empty by the time you’re almost done. Jack had finished his already, so it was you alone, most of the dancers gone as well.

“Time for one more?” You squeak with a jump as Sean approaches the bar, and the bald man throws his hands up, “I come in peace, mostly thirst.” He says in that sarcastic tone of his. You laugh softly, “Manhattan?” You ask sweetly.

He nods, “You bet gorgeous.” Your smile grows as you begin to make the last drink of the night. Sean remains silent for most of it, until you set a glass in front of him and pour.

“So, what’s gotten into you?” Sean asks, “Tess?”

Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, A bit of Sean’s drink spilling onto the bar, “What?! Jesus. No.” You say quickly.

Sean clicks his tongue, “So she didn’t have you bent over her desk then?”

You scoff, “Oh my God, you’re insane! That’s so inappropriate, Sean!” You grumble throwing a dishrag at him. You’re used to his teasing. Sean’s said far worse, and if he’s as many drinks in as you think it’ll only get worse. You go back to closing and as it’s finally done allow yourself to take in a deep breath.

You were used to whirlwind nights at the club but this was… another level. Your forearms rest on the bar, your head falling between them as you take in a few deep breaths to calm your nerves. Your eyes shut for a few seconds, and you feel yourself begin to fall into a zen space.

A hand tracing up the back of your knee however, makes you grumble.

“Sean, fuck off. I am not in the mood for your teasing.” You snap. You hadn't even heard his dress shoes on the floor.

The chuckle that comes from the person behind you makes you freeze. “Oh darling, what a disappointment.” She purrs. Your head snaps up, heart racing in your chest. “Tess?”

Both hands find your hips, and she pulls you flush against her front, “Yes, sweet girl?”

Your eyes dart around the room, luckily not finding a single soul around. “Oh god, tell me I’m not dreaming.” A hard slap to your ass echoes around you, and you let out a hiss, letting your head fall against your arms again, “Still think you’re dreaming?” Your boss whispers, lips brush the spot beneath your ear. You gasp, feeling her taller body over your own.

You nod no, eyes nearly rolling back. Your lack of words earns you another slap, and this time a moan leaves your lips as Tess rubs your ass over your clothes, “Now what do I always say, Y/N?” She nips at your neck, earning a gasp from you.

“Don’t be late or you’re fired?” You ask before you can stop yourself. Tess hums in your ear, and her long fingers find their way into the sides of your stupidly small shorts, and you hesitate, “Tess-”

“There’s no one here.” Her head lifts off your shoulder to look at the empty, and still mostly dark club. “Tell me to stop.” She says and you nod no. “Words, Y/N, I want to hear you sweetheart.”

You nearly whimper, “Please don’t.”

“Good girl.” She praises, making quick work of sending the shorts down your legs. Her praise sends a shockwave down your body. A fire is blazing in your stomach from months of her teasing — her praise.

Tess groans, realising you’re still in fishnets, “Don’t move.” She growls and you suddenly feel a chill on your back. You pout, wiggling a bit to get her attention. Your tights are grasped and you squeak when you’re pulled roughly into her, “What did I say, Y/N?”

You pout further, “But I was cold.”

Tess chuckles, kneeling down, “And shaking your ass in my face keeps you warm?”

You purse your lips for a second but nod, “Yes.”

Another laugh leaves her, “I mean it when I say don’t move.” You pout again and extend your arms back onto the bar, head leaning against it. Your legs are out in a ‘V’ and you can see Tess between them with a knife in her hand, smirking at you.

You gulp, suddenly understanding the need to stand still.

“Y/N,” She begins, as she cuts a hole through the fishnets, “Only good girls get rewards.” Her eyes flutter as she cuts them at the seams, pushing them down your legs. You watch them darken as the knife is set on the counter, and the wet spot on your thong comes into view.

“You smell divine, darling.” She coos, pressing a kiss to the back of one of your thighs. The other is next, and before you know it, she’s standing, and turning you in her arms. Tess’s lips meet yours in a heated kiss, backing you into the bar. Her tongue swipes at your lips, begging for entry and you comply, allowing her to take control.

Her hands find the backs of your thighs, lifting you onto the bar with ease, and you whine as she pulls away, both of your hands splayed behind you supporting your body upwards. Tess’s lips latch onto your neck, nipping at the skin and placing open mouthed kisses down it, moving lower until she’s at your cleavage, groaning.

“Damn this corset.” Leaves her in a growl and with little caution she’s ripping it off of you, throwing it somewhere in the bar. The cool air makes your overheated skin burst into goosebumps, nipples hardening into peaks. Her dark eyes take you in and you can feel yourself flush as she steps between your legs, pushing them apart.

You let out a whine, that makes her smirk, “What is it, sweet girl?”

You sit, chest heaving, legs spread with her cocky smirk looking down at you. The white’s of Tess’s eyes are nearly gone and it makes you shiver, “Please?” You ask sweetly, pulling her into you by the leather jacket. Your arms wrap around her waist as your lips latch onto the skin you’ve been dreaming of for weeks.

Her hands come up to cup your breasts pulling them into her hands and running her thumb just beneath your nipple, you groan, lips finding hers once more. “Darling.” She murmurs against your lips, “Let me taste you, hmm?”

A loud moan leaves you and you nod eagerly. You watch as she pulls you to the edge of the bar, slowly bending between your legs. Tess kisses the inside of your knee, before looking up at you. She’s mesmerised, the sparkle in her eye proving it.

Her fingers trail up your thighs slowly, lips pressing to your inner thigh, your hand wraps into her hair, pulling a moan from the woman between your legs. You nearly lose it at the sound alone. “Tess, please.” You whimper and you feel her smirk against your skin.

“What darling? Please what? Tell me.” She coos, blowing cool air into your overheated flesh. You whimper again, horrified at having to vocalise what you want, “Tess, I need-” Her tongue darts out, running over your wet panties, the groan that leaves her vibrates against you, ripping an obscene moan from your lips.

She pulls your underwear to the side, tongue swirls around your clit, making your hips jump before standing again, “Tell me what you want, Y/N and I will give you everything.” Her voice is hoarse, darker than you’ve ever heard it.

“I want you to fuck me.” You whisper and she turns her head, fingers tracing up your thigh teasingly, “What was that, darling? I couldn’t hear you.” She coos.

You groan, frustration taking over, “Tess, please, please, fuck me.” You pout.

“Mmmm, you’ll have to do better than that my sweet bartender.” She chuckles, hand cupping your sex. You groan, “Tess!”

Her smirk only grows, “I’m sorry darling, who are you speaking to?” Tess whispers, lips pressing beneath your ear. Her hands have grasped the sides of your panties. You feel tears piercing your eyes, you’re so frustrated, “Um-”

“Think darling.” Tess says, pulling them down gently.

“Mistress?” You ask, and she pulls back a bit, still pulling them down your legs. You help lift your hips and she raises an eyebrow, “No. I’ll give you a hint, you say it in your sleep.” Your eyes go wide, embarrassment flooding you as your mind flashes back to your little nap in her office.

“Mommy.” You whisper in horror.

Tess moans into your ear, tugging your underwear all the way down your legs, “Good girl.” She praises, two fingers swiping between your lips, making your already throbbing clit ache, “Now tell me what you want sweetheart, the right way.”

“Please, fuck me mommy.” You whimper and without hesitation two of her fingers slide into you, making you both moan, “You’re so wet for me.” Tess groans, and you nod with a whimper as you begin to match her movements, “Is this what you dreamt of sweetheart? Being mommy’s little slut while I fuck you on my bar?”

You nod, words completely leaving your brain. “Say it.” She husks in your ear, “Tell me you’re mine.” Her teeth latch onto your neck, and you know there will be a large mark there tomorrow.

“I’m mommy’s little slut — Fuck” You groan, legs spreading wider. Somehow you manage to become coherent enough to undo the button of her jeans, sliding your hand into them. Her movements falter for a second as you waste no time feeling how wet she is. You moan into her mouth, circling her clit, making her gasp, “Fuck, Y/N-” She manages to find your mouth again, kissing you hard and whining into it when you begin to move faster.

“Darling I won’t last long if you keep doing that-Oh God.” You smirk against her lips, though you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening. “M-mommy I’m going to-” You warn.

Tess nods against you, “Cum for me.”

The coil within you snaps, and your body begins shuddering as your eyes roll back, loud and obscene moans leaving your lips. You can feel Tess not far behind movements erratic on your tense hand, she cums with a loud groan, falling into your neck, gently lulling you through your high.

You can feel yourself panting, sweat beading at your hairline as you begin to come back to Earth. You carefully move your hand out of her jeans, making her shiver, with a small moan when you do. You bring your fingers to your lips and bring them into your mouth, moaning as you suck them clean.

The older woman in front of you smirks, kissing your neck softly, “Good girl.” She hums, wrapping her arms around your waist. “Now— I thought I heard something about you being bent over my desk earlier.” You feel yourself grin as your arms wrap around your neck, suddenly hyper-aware that you are very naked on the bar in the club, “I think we can make that happen.”

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