Our Names Intertwined

Lucky Catch

Smut warning
Lesbian in a strip club
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Tors was, perhaps not happy, but thankful for a moment to relax. She had stepped away from her companions and walked up to the stage with the rest of the crowd, content to just watch another performance before they had to go back to their duties.
Just another twenty minutes.
As the lights started to dim, she briefly entertained the idea of pursuing a career as a dancer. She was used to shedding faces and names, why not do it in the safety of this town? Sure, she may be Hera Ordún the half elf today, but—

Her thoughts stopped as the performer stepped out from the curtain, a luxurious white robe draped over a slender elven woman. Tors felt her heart flutter, but remained stoic. She was just here to watch.
The lady carefully took off the robe and tossed it into the crowd, and Tors instinctively snatched it, to the disappointment of those around her. The elf looked surprised, but not disappointed, giving Tors a slight smile before untying her long, glossy brown hair, and starting her dance.
In her head, she heard a voice "Look in the pocket". Although she reflexively winced (she was used to hearing unkind voices throttle her mind unprompted) she eagerly checked the pocket, where there was a key and a room number.
She blushed and watched the performance, which, thankfully, was shorter than the last one. Tors looked back at her companions, then walked quickly out the hall.
Twenty minutes. She could work with twenty minutes.
At the room, she unlocked the door, where the lady was waiting, sitting up in the bed, still in her stage clothes.
Tors was breathless for a moment, it had been so long... but she held out the cloak with a smile. "I think you dropped something, miss."
"Mmm...." the other smiled and gestured to the desk.
Tors loosed her shirt as she carefully placed the fabric on her desk, the lady asked "I must say, a good looking newcomer is a welcome change."
Tors laughed. "Likewise. Ah... Normally I would not be in a rush, but I promised my friends no more than twenty minutes."
The lady stood up. "Challenge accepted."
Tors didn't know how, but she seemed to blink, and she was pinned against the wall, both of their clothes discarded.
Oh, she knew just the right pressure points on her neck to suck on, her hands gently caressing her waist. Her own hands crept up the woman's hips, softly massaging her lower back.
Tors let out a soft moan as the woman's kisses trailed down her chest. She hadn't been able to have a good time to herself in a while, and having someone be attentive to her now was almost instantaneous pleasure. The woman seemed to be able to tell.
"Already getting wet, are we?"
Tors closed her eyes "Sorry, don't stop, it's been a wh-aahh hhh..."
One of the hands on her had snaked down between her legs, and she had started thumbing Tors's clit, catching her by surprise.
Her eyes snapped open to see the woman smiling at her, not with the pleasure that Tors felt, but with the satisfaction that she knew she was doing a good job.
Her knees felt weak. She was beautiful to look at, and she seemed to enjoy the control.
"Can we move to the bed?"
She nodded, but moved her hands slowly off her, a small whine left Tors at the loss of contact.
But she sat across the bed, propped up by the pillows, and took in the full view of her temporary partner. To the scrutinizing eye, it wasn't a perfect body, but Tors was in awe. Her muscles were well defined, breasts that complimented the curves of her hips, and that beautiful long hair...
The muse put a hand on the base of Tors's neck and pushed her against the stack of pillows, hovering over her. Her other hand spread out a leg and she sat on the other.
As the woman leaned in, she pinched Tors's opening folds, causing her to let out a short breath. But she was soon breathless as the woman kissed her while sticking one slender finger in playfully. The kisses became more sloppy as Tors fought back moans as another finger was added. She snuck her hands behind the woman's ass, pushing her to grind on the thigh she was sitting on. The rocking friction was turning her on even more, not to mention the fact that they were both starting to make a mess over the bed.
The woman hooked the two fingers in Tors and pulled suddenly, making her gasp, and undoing a knot in her core. Her hips shot up, and the woman slid down to meet them, replacing her fingers with her own crotch, grinding clit against clit.
Tors's nails dug into the small of the lady's back, no longer quiet with the huffs and moans that escaped her. The woman was also gasping in rhythm with their motion. She was the first to tense up, the hand around Tors's throat tightening, but Tors continued to thrust against her, until they both orgasmed.
"Fuuu-uuck!"
Tors wasn't sure who had cried out, her eyes had rolled back so she couldn't see for a moment, but she felt everything against her skin. The woman shuddered against her, limply riding out Tors's continual thrusts. Tors flipped them over, kissing her shoulders, and cupping those beautiful breasts gently. How she wished to stay longer.
The woman's breathing returned to normal, and her eyes fluttered open. Tors leaned over her, and gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.
"I hope to meet again when I have more time."
The woman smiled lazily. God, with her eyes half open, and with perfect lips, Tors almost came again just looking at that smile.
"I look forward to your return."
Tors knew it was something she had to say, but she hoped she meant it.
They cleaned up, and Tors left three gold next to the cloak. She knew her arms and neck were marked up, but as she left she let her hair down and combed through it.
She hoped she'd be able to come back, but knew that her life was far from predictable. At least today, it had brought something... delightful.