As I walked up to her she went to say something.  I placed my fingertip to her lips.  She got the idea.  I then traced the outline of her lips , along her jawline and down her throat.  Her skin felt like velvet.  Her lips parted slightly as her breath came quicker.  I followed the line of her top across the silkiness of her breast.  “So what are you doing in a place like this?” I asked her. 

      It was the most hard core dyke club in the city and the low cut T shirt and tight jeans stood out from the almost uniform of Bonds Ts and comfortable jeans that most of the girls were wearing.

     She didn’t say anything.  She just moved closer to me so that her body was against mine.  I put my arms around her.  I could feel the heat of her body despite the warmth of the club.  I brushed my lips over hers as if to kiss her but then kept going down to her throat.  I kissed her neck softly.  She responded by whispering in my ear. ” Come to my place, tonight”.