The Buddhist & The Billionaire Lesbian Story

01: I'm So Over This

01: I'm So Over This

Zola sat deep in the curved sofa in the private area in Monaco, the newest underground club to open in Austin. The low glass table was peppered with bottles and glassware. The long, narrow club was end-capped with bars, and the DJ setup was centered in the wall directly across from her elevated section and featured Reezo Hassan that night.

Zola watched the crowd move rhythmically in front of her eyes. The music was deafening and vibrating through her body in an overwhelmingly hazy way. The lights, the thick and heavy air, the booze, it all made everything seem surreal and disconnected.

"Heeeyy baby ..." Harper's voice was slurred and she fell into the sofa smelling of alcohol, vape residue, and sweat. "Come dance with me." Zola's on-again-off-again girlfriend was in rare form that night. Zola watched her dance, drink, and flirt with men and women all night. She wasn't particularly interested in any of her behavior.

Zola heard her own voice and it sounded like her tongue was swollen and her throat was dry, "Nooo, Harper. I want to go ... I'm over this."

Harper pouted, pushing her bottom lip out as she whined. "Zooolaaa. It's still early. And, Harry's having a thing at his place after." She pressed into Zola and kissed her in a sloppy and unsatisfying way. "Please? Here ... have a drink."

Zola turned her head. "Noooo ... I don't want ..." In her half-drunken state, Zola barely put up a fight. Once the glass touched her lips, she drank instinctively, gulping to try to keep up with the steep angle of the glass as Harper pushed the stem of the glass up.

"See?! That's better. Let's dance." Harper pulled Zola out of the VIP seating and past their personal bouncer and into the crowd. Zola felt like she was moving through water. She found the rhythm of the music and was vaguely aware of the people surrounding her.

Harper pulled her in and groped and fumbled as she pulled and pushed Zola's body, creating friction. Zola felt Harper's mouth capture hers. Harper's tongue invaded and there was a sweet and sour taste from the evening's libations. Zola kissed her back, gaining a second wind. She could feel Harper smile victoriously into the kiss.

By the time they moved back to the private seating, Zola's head was spinning. Harper drove her back into the sofa and continued to kiss her and run her hands over her hips.

Zola gasped for air and perspective. She called out over the music, "Harper, stop! Let's go home!"

"Zola, please don't do this again. I want to party." Harper stood and tugged at Zola's hand. "Come on ... let's go to the bathroom."

"Harper, that's all you do! No ... I don't want to." Zola knew that Harper intended to drop some designer drug in the bathroom and then make out. "Please, Harp ... voglio andare a casa (I want to go home), with you. I'm so over this."

"Come on!" Harper grabbed her clutch and pulled. Zola stumbled after her toward the private bathrooms for VIPs.
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Harper moved the two of them into the bathroom. She could see that Zola was struggling. Her body was flooded with alcohol and the haze of nicotine and pot from a night of clubbing.

"Come here, Baby." Harper pressed Zola into the counter. She kissed her deeply and with purpose, forcing the woman to writhe and gasp for air. When Zola broke away, Harper slipped a small white pill onto her own tongue and pulled Zola back in. Thrusting her tongue, she pushed the "Skittle" deep into Zola's mouth.

Zola gasped. "No, cara (dear)." But, her mouth reacted in muscle memory to Harper's strong, stroking lips and tongue. She kissed her and felt her body relax and tingle with sexual desire. Her mind was foggy and she was trying to reconcile her body's rising desire and her realization that she was being drugged and seduced, yet again, by her girlfriend.