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to fuck off."
    Meeka rested her head in the crook of Izzy's neck. "Thanks for the dance," she said. "It was nice meeting you."
    Laura wasn't entirely impervious to the clue-bat. After another minute of angrily drinking her Bloody Maria, she seemed to decide that she'd rather find someone else to pester than continue to spite Izzy and Meeka with her presence and wandered off.
    "So, um, Izzy," said Meeka. "If you wanted to, you could let go now."
    Izzy nearly opened her arms and started to brush off the whole thing with a joke, but—there had been that if you wanted to . And, Izzy decided, she didn't want to. She squeezed tighter instead. "Don't feel like it."
    There was a little hitch in Meeka's breath when she said, "Okay." Izzy stroked down Meeka's hip, gave her ass a little squeeze, and felt her breath quicken where her ribs touched Izzy's chest, but she didn't object to that either; after stiffening for a startled second, she went very relaxed. The slice of smile that Izzy could see on the side of Meeka's face was lazy and blissful.
    "Hey," whispered Meeka. "What do you think my chances of getting laid tonight are?"
    Izzy squeezed Meeka's ass harder. "Don't get smart with me, young lady, or I'll take you over my knee when we get back to my place."
    There was no mistaking the wriggle that Meeka's bottom did at the suggestion, especially as it was resting right up against Izzy's crotch. Izzy's mood went from pleasantly turned on to urgent so fast it made her stomach twist. "Promise?" said Meeka.
    Izzy grabbed her arm and started dragging her unceremoniously towards the coatroom. "We'll see," she said.
    *~*~*
    The only trouble Meeka was having now was keeping her hands—and other parts—off Izzy long enough for them to get to Izzy's place. It wasn't as if they would have been the only ones to make out in the coatroom, as Meeka would have pointed out if her mouth hadn't been busy on Izzy's neck, starting right below the ear and sucking and licking her way down. She hadn't gotten very far when she felt her head being jerked backwards.
    "Handles," said Izzy, a braid in each fist, holding Meeka's face tantalizingly close to her own. "I like these." She rocked her hips forward, making Meeka's already-short skirt ruck up as she pressed up against Meeka's leg. "You behave until we get home, or I don't think we're going to make it there." Izzy let go of Meeka's braids and stroked her cheek with the backs of her fingers. Meeka tried very hard to stay still. "And on the whole I think that would be a shame. Don't you?"
    "Uh-huh," Meeka managed to say, though it was less of a word and more of a strangled whimper. Izzy was right, of course; there was so much more they could do with a bed, and privacy, and time. Imagining herself laid naked across Izzy's lap, her ass in the air still stinging from a slap and tensed in anticipation of the next one, was very appealing. But that was exactly the problem. Meeka bit her lip and fidgeted while Izzy looked for their coats, and when Izzy's shirt pulled up and showed a bit of skin at the small of her back, Meeka reached out for herbefore her brain could come up with any stupid objections.
    "You just can't control yourself, can you?" said Izzy over her shoulder. "Here, I think I can help with that." She turned back to Meeka, holding her scarf stretched between her hands and an alarming grin on her face. "Turn around."
    Meeka turned her back, wondering what Izzy meant to do. Would she tie the scarf around Meeka's eyes on the theory that she couldn't grope what she couldn't see? But it went around her left elbow instead, then Izzy reached for her right hand. Meeka relaxed, letting Izzy guide her, and soon the scarf was wrapped around her arms, tying her wrists to the opposite elbows. Izzy stepped back, and Meeka gave her bonds an experimental tug. They felt... secure. She could probably get out of them if she really wanted to, but she didn't.
    Izzy draped Meeka's jacket over her shoulders with her