Things that the B in LGBT might mean

Because who knows??

- Balloons

- Beanie Babies

- Britney Spears

- Blossom

- Bubbles

- Buttercup

- Barry B. Benson

- Bitches

- Brain freeze

- Bianca Del Rio

- Betty Botter (bought some butter)

- Bupkis

- Boomerangs

- Butts

Following the “rule” that the winner of each season wins one of the first 5 episodes

Which queen will be our next winner?

WILLOW PILL!

Following the “rule” that the winner of each season wins one of the first 5 episodes

Which queen will be our next winner?

KYLIE SONIQUE LOVE!

SYMONE!

They look like two aunt old lesbians!

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This Can’t Be Love, ½ (Bitney) - Veronica

May Trope Mayhem, Day 16: The Grumpy One is Soft for the Sunshine One (Technically, this also counts at 15: Hurt/Comfort, I guess?) for @duckprintspress

Summary: Courtney is the world’s worst barista and Bianca is smitten from afar…then thrown for a loop when she finds her crying in a club bathroom. 

A/N: Decided to throw my hat into the ring. And look. I know that the point of these challenges is to get us out of our comfort zone and to try something new. Instead, I am doing the opposite and literally using a trope that’s pretty much the entire basis for the ship I’ve been writing since 2015. And…that’s just what it is. Not sorry about it. Thank you to the always lovely @artificialcandycane for beta reading. 

Tags: may trope mayhem, rpdr fanfiction, bianca del rio, courtney act, bitney, bob the drag queen, monet x change, miz cracker, fluff, lesbian au, veronica

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Some biadore thing because I used to live for it so much

Galactica, Chapter 98 (Group Fic) - TheDane/Veronica

A/N: Click here if you’re looking for previous chapters (or here if you’d rather read on AO3). 

Previously: Charlie offered Courtney a deal, work pressure increased for Violet, and Nicky got curious about Miss Fame’s disagreement with Bianca.  

This Chapter: Sutan helps Violet relieve some stress (so to speak), Nicky investigates her workplace mystery. 

***

Bianca hadn’t heard much from Courtney after her meeting with Charlie, but based on their deal behind the scenes, it had to have been good news. So when she got home, she poured a two glasses of rosé before finding Courtney in the den, figuring that they could toast to her success. She was curled up on the sofa, dogs in her lap, surrounded by papers, purple Sharpie in her hand. 

“Hey…what are you up to?” Bianca asked, leaning against the door. 

“Oh, hi!” Courtney looked up, surprised. Apparently she’d been concentrating so hard that she hadn’t even heard Bianca arrive. “I’m just trying to go through this contract from Charlie-” 

“A contract, huh? So, that sounds like pretty good news…” Bianca walked toward Courtney on the sofa, holding out one of the wine glasses for her while setting a bunch of bags on the coffee table. 

“Oh! Yeah!” A grin broke out across Courtney’s face and she put the papers on the table, as well, eyeing the bags as she capped her pen. When Bianca slid in beside her, she first pulled her close for a soft kiss, then accepted the wine glass, asking, “Are you proud?” 

“So proud,” Bianca said, clinking their glasses together gently. “Are you proud?” 

“I guess I am…I don’t know, it doesn’t really feel real yet,” she admitted, one eye still focused on the shopping bags. “But Olivia introduced me to a manager who said she can help me go through it on Friday…” 

Bianca smirked to herself, knowing that she was probably dying with curiosity. Ever since the promo items from every designer started being delivered to Marie Claire for Fashion Week, Bianca had been coming home from work every day with presents, which were getting bigger and better the closer they got to February. She knew that Courtney was probably dying to dive in, but instead, she took a sip of her wine and continued to chat casually. 

“Oh yeah? Who’s the manager?” 

“Latrice Royale. Do you know her?” Courtney asked. 

“Hell yeah! She’s a real good-time gal, you’ll love her,” Bianca said, settling in beside her with an arm around her shoulders. “But, um…you know I can help you with that kind of thing, right? Or send it to one of the attorneys who-” 

“I know.” Courtney put a hand on Bianca’s arm, fingers stroking the soft fabric. “I just kind of…I feel like I need to figure it out myself.” 

“Hmm…” Bianca supposed that it was smart of her to do that. And she couldn’t help but be a little impressed that Courtney was actually going through the contract, her notes and question marks scribbled in the margins. So many people she knew had been fucked over because they’d simply signed contracts without reading them. 

Latrice was an excellent manager, so she knew that Courtney would be in good hands with her. It was a little unsettling, though, how quickly Courtney had managed to find someone else to help her, and she couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit uneasy. 

“You’re not mad, are you?” Courtney looked up at her, brows knitted together. “I just figured that you’ve already done so much, and you have work, and Fashion Week is coming up, and-” 

“Of course I’m not mad,” Bianca said quickly. And she wasn’t, not at all. She pressed a kiss to Courtney’s cheek. “I think it’s great that you’re doing all this yourself. But it doesn’t matter how busy I am. If you need me, I’ll be here for you.” 

“I know. Thanks, B.” Courtney sighed, snuggling close against her. “So can I open those presents?” 

“I knew you were eyeing up the bags!” she exclaimed, tickling Courtney’s ribs, making her squeal. 

“Well, what is it!? Is it something sparkly?” she asked. 

“Alright, magpie, open the fucking bags.” 

Courtney giggled, snatching the bags off the table and pulling everything out: several pairs of earrings, a YSL metallic lavender mini-skirt, a red suede jacket from Guess, a pair of Sophia Webster slingback pumps with a watermelon motif, and a rhinestoned Judith Leiber clutch that looked like a bunch of asparagus. It was all very her, and the way she shrieked happily and gushed over each item made Bianca feel warm and fuzzy inside. 

“It’s gonna look great with that patchwork denim skirt,” Bianca said, gesturing to the purse. 

“Thank you, B. I love you so much,” Courtney said, climbing into her lap. “And you know, I do need you. Without you, I’d be…a fucking lost soul.” 

Bianca would never have admitted how good she felt, hearing Courtney say that while clasped in her arms, murmuring against her. Instead, she took one finger and tilted Courtney’s chin towards her. 

“Same, angel,” she whispered, before capturing her lips in a kiss. “Fucking lost…”

***

“Mmh,” Sutan hummed, pressing his lips against Violet’s throat, his hand closing around her breast, the lace of her bra against his palm. They were on top of the covers, a trail of clothes leading from the couch to the bedroom. Sutan had come home from work to find Violet sweet and waiting, his girlfriend filled to the brim with pent up energy, practically radiating a need for release.

Sutan shifted, moving Violet’s legs with his own, settling in when Violet pulled back, trying to look behind him.

“What?” Sutan glanced down, Violet’s black hair fanned out on the pillow, her neck pink from his teeth and lips.

“Are you wearing a single sock?”

“Shit,” Sutan moved back and up on his knee, one black sock still on his otherwise naked body. He had been so eager to respond to Violet’s call, had wanted to treat her so right that he had forgotten.

“Oh my god!” Violet giggled, pushing herself up on her elbow, reaching out, pink nails and pale hands against a tan thigh, “Let me-“

“I can do it,“ Sutan snatched Violet’s hand, pulling it up and away, lacing their fingers together, an emotion he refused to identify as embarrassment fizzling out in his stomach.

“Obviously,“ Violet rolled her eyes, warmth in her voice as she tried to tug her hand free. “Now let me-“

“No-“ Sutan pushed her back, pinning her against the bed by her shoulders, Violet’s eyes widening before a wicked grin spread on her lips, her hips bucking up and unsettling Sutan with a shout.

“Hey!” Sutan laughed, Violet jumping him, the two of them rolling around the bed, fighting for control, Violet truly challenging him.

Sutan couldn’t say exactly how it happened, but he had ended up on his back, Violet on his lap, her knees digging into his ribs, her hands firmly planted on his chest.

He had lost, and somehow, it didn’t matter.

“Hey,” Sutan smiled, looking up at Violet, her hair spilling over her shoulders. He could feel her against him, hot and ready through her panties, his cock rock hard and smashed against her thigh, Violet’s small breasts heaving in their bra.

“Hey…” Violet was flushed, her cheeks pink, and Sutan couldn’t help but reach out, fingers running up her arm until he could snatch the strap of her bra, Violet quickly getting it and reaching behind, unhooking it to drop it on the floor.

She was absolutely gorgeous, but he felt his stomach do a flip when he realized that he could see every single one of Violet’s ribs, the bone pressing against the skin, her hips starting to jut out too. 

He knew his girlfriend had been dropping weight she really couldn’t afford to lose because of stress, but it was different to see it so clearly, the bedside lamp illuminating her body. 

“I love you.” It spilled from him, the words the first thing, the only thing, that came to mind. It felt almost cowardly to say, like it wasn’t enough, like he was somehow, like he was supposed to save Violet, to do something, anything, but she simply smiled, leaning forward to press the sweetest kiss against his lips, her black hair a lavender scented curtain around them.

“I love you too,” Sutan could barely hear the words, Violet whispering them right before she kissed him again and pulled away, the wicked glimt back in her eyes. “Now take off that sock.”

“Ha!” Sutan snorted, flipping Violet over, his girlfriend laughing.

***

“Et voila,” Nicky said, handing over the folder to Ivy, which contained all the approved looks for next week’s Marie Claire shoot. She liked visiting Ivy and by extension Raja, the plants and the dark green giving it a much more relaxing vibe than Fame’s sparkling white.

“Thank you!” Ivy took the folder, a smile on her lips. “How’s your first week going?” 

Nicky paused in the door and turned back around. She’d been prepared to hurry back to her own desk, but figured that lingering for a minute was okay. After all, Ivy seemed like a good person to get to know better, being friendly with other assistants often what saved your neck in a pinch.

“Well, I think,” she answered. “Miss Fame hasn’t said much, but she seems pleased.”

Fame hadn’t really acknowledged her existence or looked at her, the majority of her commands and requests going directly to Violet, but she was calling her Nicky when she was talking to her, Fame getting her name right apparently a big deal.

“Or… Well, at least not not pleased.” 

“Mmh,” Ivy laughed, nodding her head. “Trust me, you’d know if she wasn’t pleased. It seems like you’re gonna be a perfect fit. And if there’s ever anything I can do, or help you with, please don’t be afraid to ask. I’ve been here for a long time.” 

“Thank you,” Nicky said, then after a moment of hesitation, added, “There is one small thing…” 

“Yes?” 

“So…I see that Raja is handling the Marie Claire shoot,” Nicky said, gesturing to the folder she’d just delivered. “And Violet mentioned that Miss Fame and Bianca Del Rio are…um, not in direct communication at the moment. I was just wondering if you had any more information. You know, so that I can do my job better.” 

She bit her lip, hoping she didn’t come off disrespectful. But she was anxious to know why Miss Fame’s  very long term friendship was suffering. It wasn’t like Nicky, but after Violet’s admission, she had taken to social media, combing through both Bianca and Fame’s Instagram profiles. She couldn’t find anything out of the ordinary, Bianca posting her normal content of parties, clothes and a girl Nicky assumed she was dating, but neither her nor Fame had mentioned each other since before Christmas.

“So…” Ivy folded her hands and glanced around, then continued in a low voice, “I really shouldn’t be talking about this…but…it has to do with Miss Fame’s previous assistant.” 

“Her assistant?” Nicky asked, brow furrowed. What could her assistant have to do with Bianca Del Rio? 

“Look, I know you’re new here, so you probably don’t know yet who to go to for…information. And…I mean, you should just probably know not to talk to Roxy in reception about Courtney,” Ivy finished with a sly wink, so quick that Nicky almost missed it. 

“Aha. Thank you for that advice,” Nicky said.

“Anytime.” 

***

“Omigod,” Roxy whimpered, her fingers digging into the wood of her desk, looking like she was suffering from great physical distress, “The thing is, it’s so deliciously juicy and I wanna tell you so sooo bad but…” 

Roxy took a slow, deep breath, seemed to be trying to center herself, then looked directly at Nicky, with a slight shake of her head. 

“See, I promised that I would be good. Ugh, this sucks,” Roxy groaned, leaning back in her chair. 

“Listen, I get it,” Nicky couldn’t really hide her smile, the coffees she’d just picked up warm in her hands. “I’m not trying to get gossip, I just want to understand-” 

“Oh, I know. I get it.” Roxy gave her a mischievous grin, then snapped her fingers and said, “Pearl! Pearl was there when it all went down.”

Nicky nodded. She hadn’t met Pearl Liaison yet, but she already knew her reputation, Violet looking exasperated every time Pearl had called their office. 

“She can fill you in. Plus, she’s super loyal to Miss Fame so she won’t tell you anything out of turn.” Roxy looked mighty proud of herself, a glint in her eyes.

“Thank you, Roxy.” Nicky smiled, “Have a great day!”

***

“Well well well, aren’t you a naughty thing,” Pearl grinned, spinning around in her chair. “Good to know that the inside matches the delightful outside.” 

Nicky hadn’t known what to expect when Violet had sent her down to PR, warning her to keep it brief and professional, while remembering that Pearl was her superior, no matter how charming she seemed. 

“Listen, I’d love to fill you in, especially since Violet probably left you high and dry. She never says anything about anything,” Pearl drawled, pulling some of her blonde hair over her shoulder and running her fingers through it, “but I’m unfortunately bound by ethics to keep my mouth shut. You know who isn’t, though? And who’d love to tell you the whole sordid tale? Bob Caldwell from design. Find him at lunch when Maxwell isn’t around, but be prepared to have something to trade. He loves a good bit of gossip from upstairs.”

***

“Merci!” Nicky sang, taking the receipt from the cashier and then turning around with her tray. She’d been dubious about the cafeteria food at first, but so far had found it to be surprisingly decent. 

Nicky’s insistence on a real lunch break was, so far, the only thing that seemed like it might be a problem. Violet ate lunch at her desk nearly every day, answering emails while picking at a salad. The thought of it made Nicky pity her a bit. When she’d announced that a nice, filling lunch was essential for keeping her energy up and doing her best work, Violet’s mouth had immediately turned down in a frown, and it seemed like she’d wanted to argue about it. 

However, one thing that Nicky appreciated about Violet was that she seemed to have some respect for her years of experience, and thus held her tongue, content to silently disapprove while Nicky gathered her purse. Nicky knew that Miss Fame was probably used to having someone glued to their desk all day, but this was one thing she wasn’t planning to compromise on. 

She’d assimilated into American culture in almost every way since moving here three years ago, but giving up lunch? Not on her agenda. 

She balanced the tray of grilled chicken, tomato soup and roasted vegetables as she scanned the cafeteria, wondering if there would be any familiar faces. When she spotted Bob Cadwall at a table in the corner, she nearly cried out with happiness—just the person she’d been dying to meet. Even better, the man who’d been sitting with him was getting up, giving him a quick kiss and leaving an empty place. Nicky strode over, ready to begin her mission.

“Hello… You’re Bob Caldwell, yes?” 

“Yup!” Bob looked up, flashing a bright smile. “And you’re the new assistant, right?” 

“Yes.” Nicky looked around conspiratorially, then lowered her voice. “I heard that you enjoy being kept…in the loop on the latest news…” 

“I sure do!” Bob quickly pushed out the chair across from his seat with his foot. “Please sit. I’m all ears.” 

“Well…” Nicky put her tray down, then delicately slid into the seat, voice still quiet. “I’m not sure I’m supposed to be telling anyone this…” She bit her lip demurely, grinning on the inside when Bob’s eyes widened.

“Listen, you should know that anything you tell me in confidence…” Bob mimed zipping his lips, then locking them and throwing the key over his shoulder. “Done.”

“Ah, good to know. But maybe…” Nicky took a deep breath. “Maybe you can clear something up for me first?” 

“Sure, sure.” Bob nodded, eyes glittering. “What do you need?” 

“I’ve been trying to figure out why Miss Fame and Bianca Del Rio are…on the outs, should we say? And what does that have to do with her old assistant? People seem to not want to talk about it, and I can’t find any trace of the girl in our office, but it’s really helpful in my job to know about touchy things. Do you know anything that might clarify the situation?” 

“Oh yeah,” Bob replied with a chuckle. “Sit back and relax, because this shit is wild.” 

Nicky nodded, relieved that she was finally going to get to the bottom of things. 

“Okay, so, I guess it all started with Miss Fame’s last assistant, Courtney. Who was…I’m gonna be nice and just say a bit chaotic. Sweet, but totally in over her head. Always running around like she was on fire.” 

“Ahh.” Well, that explained why the most recent job description stressed experience. 

“A few weeks before the holiday break, she started getting all kinds of deliveries at the office from the Marie Claire runner. So Roxy did a little digging, and found out that they were all coming from BDR’s office.” 

“What kind of deliveries?” 

“Clothes, jewelry, lingerie…you name it.” 

“Wow.” That was certainly bold of Bianca, sending gifts like that to the office. And any story that began with a torrid affair was bound to be good—not to mention explaining why so many of her coworkers were loathe to talk about it, with their puritanical American notions about sex. 

“So then.” Bob put down the sandwich still in his hands and folded his hands, leaning across the table. “Bianca shows up to the Galactica holiday party, and guess who she’s brought as her date? Making out all over the red carpet?” 

“Ohh…” Nicky’s eyes widened. It was one thing to have a discreet affair—Nicky wasn’t above that herself. But to have a public relationship with your friend’s assistant? No wonder Miss Fame wasn’t speaking to her. 

“So of course, Miss Fame was pissed, but what could she do? She gritted her teeth and smiled through the night.” 

“Of course.” Nicky had no doubt that Miss Fame would have handled the whole mess in a perfectly professional way. 

“The next day, the fashion blogs and gossip sites had their pictures all over, but I think we all assumed it would blow over pretty quickly. And then…” Bob’s face broke out into a grin again. “Well, I don’t think anyone knew at the time, unless they were following Courtney on Instagram. But suddenly her feed was full of pictures of this glamorous vacation to Puerto Rico that Bianca took her on over the holiday break. And when they got back to town, she moved into Bianca’s apartment. And then, the worst part…when the company opened back up, she just…never showed up.” 

“Bob Caldwell!” a voice snapped, and both Nicky and Bob looked up, guilty expressions all over their faces. A stunning woman stood above their table, foot tapping, brow creased with disapproval. Her face was even more beautiful than the picture in Nicky’s manual. “What kind of shit are you spreading now, sir?” 

Bob’s face melted into the picture of innocence. “Nothing, Shangie! I swear, I was just telling absolutely true and verified facts…just to catch Nicky up on some things.” 

“Mmhmm…” 

“Have you met Nicky? Miss Fame’s new assistant?” 

“Hi, Nicky. I’m Shangela. I work in operations.” She shifted her gaze to Nicky, brown eyes warm despite the air of annoyance that still surrounded her.

“Enchanté…” Nicky said, extending her hand. As she smiled up at Shangela, she saw her stern expression falter, just for a moment, a hint of a smile flickering in her eyes. 

“Nice to meet you. I’m sure we’ll be talking again soon.” 

“Looking forward to it,” Nicky said. 

Shangela cleared her throat, releasing Nicky’s hand and shifting her attention back to Bob. “Behave yourself, Bob. I’m serious.” 

“I always do!” 

Shangela snorted, shaking her head. “Sure.” 

She gave both of them a little wave and continued to the door, Nicky watching her go until Bob snapped her back to attention.

“Watch out for Shangie. She’s a Fame loyalist, through and through. Been with them from the beginning. She used to date Raja way back, but she stayed with the company even though their breakup was horrible. Like hiss at each other at meetings kinda terrible.”

“Oh.” Nicky tried not to let any emotion show on her face.

“Anyway. Back to my story…that first morning back, after the holidays? It was wild. Everyone was in a panic. Poor Roxy and Ivy had to deal with the whole situation ‘cause she was just…gone. Dropped off her computer or something but never actually showed her face. That’s why Violet’s back in Miss Fame’s office. It’s insane, actually, since she’s so valuable in design—she’s doing the finale dress for fashion week.” 

“Oh my gosh…” Nicky felt terrible for Violet. To get such an illustrious promotion and then immediately get dragged back into your old position. 

Bob leaned back, shrugging his shoulders. “Anyway, I don’t know what went on behind the scenes. I’m sure Fame and Bianca had it out at some point but…no way to know. It’ll be super interesting to see how they handle her invites and seating for fashion week.” 

“Right…” As tense as things might be, having Bianca Del Rio absent from the show would be scandalous on a level that she was sure Miss Fame wouldn’t want. 

“Can you imagine if she shows up with Courtney as her plus one?” Bob asked, eyes sparkling with delight. 

“She wouldn’t dare!” 

Bob shrugged his shoulders, still grinning, singing, “I guess we’ll see…” After a moment, he added. “Alright…that’s everything I know. Now your turn.” 

“My turn?” Nicky raised one eyebrow.

“Yeah, you said you had news from upstairs. Time to spill.” 

“Oh. Well…” Nicky gave a coy, only slightly apologetic smile. “I may have implied that, yes. Oops.” 

“Oh, you sneaky bitch!” Bob burst into delighted giggles. “Alright, werk. But that’s only gonna work this one time! So I hope it was worth it!” 

Nicky giggled along with him, thinking to herself that it very much was.

***

Fame reached out, picking up the piping hot coffee from the corner of her desk. She opened her laptop, ready to go through another batch of emails, when she heard the taps.

She looked up, only to see Violet standing in the door, her knuckles resting on the frame. She was holding a notebook against her chest, clearly waiting for permission to either enter or get lost.

“Don’t just stand there. It’s annoying.”

“Right,” Violet nodded, quickly stepping into the office and closing the door behind her. She was wearing a high necked sweater dress, the knit in a knotted pattern now that Fame could see it in the light. “I know you haven’t requested an update, but Nicky has been us for almost a week now-”

“Yes? I’m aware.” Fame raised an eyebrow in disbelief. She knew Violet had been stressed since Courtney had pulled her ridiculous stunt, but she’d never bothered her with such unnecessary details before. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Well,” Violet hesitated for a second, and then, she barreled on, “She shows great potential, she’s a quick learner, and I believe she’ll be up to speed soon, so I was hoping-”

“Hoping?” Fame tried to stay calm, she really did, but Violet wasn’t paid to hope. She was paid to do her job, and hope sounded a lot like betrayal, like Violet was planning a mutiny. 

“Yes, to return to design, to work-”

Fame’s stomach instantly turned to ice, the nightmare she hadn’t expected coming to life in front of her, Violet continuing in an uncharacteristic display of obliviousness.

“I was thinking end of Monday, maybe Tuesday next week, but-”

“No.”

“Oh? Well, Wednesday would be good too-”

“I said no.” Fame stood up, her emotions overwhelming her. “I tried leaving it up to you to decide when training was finished last time, and that ended in pure catastrophe. You’ll be staying until after I return from Europe.”

Fame didn’t even know that she was going to make that decision, but it felt instantly right, calm washing over her at the thought of having Violet behind the wheel while she was away.

“But-” Violet swallowed, her fingers white from how tightly she gripped her notebook.

“But what?” Fame couldn’t remember Violet ever going directly against her, couldn’t recall the girl so blatantly dismissing a direct order. “Is there a problem??”

“What about my dress, the closing look?” 

Ah. Right. Fame had momentarily forgotten. She sat back down. If it was anyone else, she might be concerned, but she knew that there wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that Violet would allow anything other than sheer perfection down her runway. 

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” she said, then waved her hand, gesturing for Violet to be on her way. “That’s all.”

***

Masters of the Scene, Chapter 8 (Bitney Parent Trap AU) - Veronica

A/N: Thank you so much to @tumble4rpdr for being an irreplaceable beta! 

Click here for prequels and previous chapters, or here if you’d rather read on AO3. 

Chapter Summary: Bianca has a heart to heart with Danny, and Courtney and Adore make plans to head east. 

*** 

Where we left off: Courtney stared at her phone, dread creeping in. After a few years of communicating only through their attorneys, she and Bianca had managed to graduate to civil but frosty emails. 

They’d never moved beyond that, and the thought of calling her directly for the first time in years was terrifying. However, Courtney knew that “hey FYI our kids switched places and we need to switch them back” was an inappropriate email, and a text would be worse. Her fingers hovered over Bianca’s contact, a tightness in her throat. 

Here we go…

“We could wait another day, you know,” Adore said hopefully. 

Courtney touched her cheek softly, saying, “I think she deserves to know what’s going on.” After seeing Adore’s slightly resigned nod, she added, “I’m not saying we need to rush off to New York right away. I still want to spend time with you. I just feel like it’s important to be honest.” 

“Okay.” Adore bit her lip. “She’s gonna be mad. At us but, also at you, if you’re the one to tell her.” 

“Yes, well…it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” Courtney said drily, then quickly added, “I’ll be okay.” 

Courtney took a deep breath, then finally just bit the bullet and hit call, nerves kicking into high gear as it rang, pulse racing as a dozen questions spun circles through her mind. What should she say? What would Bianca say? Would there be any glimmer of the affection that once existed between them? 

It was five rings before she answered. Courtney could practically see her staring at her phone in confusion. 

“Fuck, what’s wrong?” she barked out, sounding as irritated as Courtney expected, but something else, too. Possibly worried, about what could have brought about this unexpected phone call. 

Courtney attempted to collect herself from the abrupt greeting by saying, “Nice to hear your voice too.” 

But Bianca was clearly not charmed by her attempt at levity, saying, “Courtney, I’m not in the mood for whatever you-” 

“Do you know where your daughter is?” she asked. Clearly, there was no time for niceties, and she figured she’d better get straight to the point. 

“In her bedroom.” 

“No, she’s here in California,” Courtney said. “With me.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? She’s in her room, I can hear her shitty grunge music playing.” 

“That’s Danny,” Courtney explained, putting an arm around Adore, who was chewing nervously on her fingers. “Danny’s playing the shitty grunge music. Adore is here.” 

There was a pause, followed by a dry chuckle, and then Bianca barreled on.

“I don’t know what kind of bullshit mind games you’re playing, but they’re not cute, and I don’t have time for this-” 

“This isn’t a game, Bianca. They switched on us,” Courtney said. 

“Mama-” Adore began, but before Courtney could hand the phone to her, Bianca raged on.

“Fuck off! I think I can tell my own fucking kids apart!” 

“Fine, suit yourself!” Courtney hung up, exasperated, muttering, “Jesus Christ…” 

“She probably just…needs a minute,” Adore said. “She usually needs a minute.” 

“Right.” 

“She’ll call back.”

“Yeah.” Courtney opened her arms and wrapped Adore into a hug, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay, even if she wasn’t so sure herself. 

***

Bianca stood in the hallway outside Adore’s bedroom, Courtney’s word’s echoing in her head. Was it really possible? That her kids had switched places and she hadn’t even noticed? She’d seen them together at camp, for god’s sake. She’d put Danny on a plane. Had she put Adore on that plane? Could she truly be that clueless? The thought made her feel ill. 

Her door was cracked open, allowing Bianca to peer through into her room. Adore was standing in front of her full-length mirror, looking the same as always: cat eyeliner that she’d yet to perfect, messy pigtailed extensions streaked with pink. She wore unseasonal black jeans, cheap fishnet sleeves and a cropped band t-shirt that was falling off her shoulder. 

Adore gazed at her own reflection, head tilted. Then she tossed her hair, and that was the move that did it—there was definitely a preciousness that wasn’t consistent with Adore’s rough and tumble personality. In that moment, Bianca also recalled their conversation about Fame, and how in the two days since then, she’d gone out of her way to be nice, asking Fame questions and including her in conversations. Not exactly in character. 

Fuck. 

Bianca pushed open the door a bit more, calling out, “Hey Danny?” 

“Yes?” Adore, who was actually Danny, looked up. And then, immediately realizing his mistake, tried to backtrack, stammering out, “I mean, uhh…who’s Danny?” 

He punctuated this with a charming smile as Bianca crossed her arms, pushing the door the rest of the way open with her foot. Taking in her stern expression, his smile dissolved a bit and he managed to look chagrined. 

“Shit.” 

Bianca heaved a sigh and walked forward, shaking her head. 

“What the fuck, Daniel?” 

“I…well…um…” Danny scratched his head. “Surprise?” 

Bianca closed her eyes briefly. 

“I’m sorry, Mama. I really am. I just wanted to spend time with you, and Adore-” 

“Don’t worry, bunny,” Bianca said with a groan. “I know this was her idea.” 

“I mean, not exactly. We both-” 

Bianca smiled, waving her hand. “It’s nice of you to defend her. Anyway…how do you feel about getting out of those stupid clothes and into something more comfy?” 

“That sounds good. I really hate these,” Danny said, pulling off the fishnet sleeves with a giggle. 

“That’s because you have taste,” Bianca said.  

“I do like the hair, though,” he said softly, touching his pink-streaked pigtails. 

“Well then, we’ll have to get you some of your own.”

“Really?!”  

“Sure.” Bianca tugged gently on one of the pigtails, then let her gaze fall to his chest. “And uh…what about what I’m assuming is a wonder bra?”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess I should take that off.” He twisted awkwardly, trying to undo the clasp on his bra. 

“Let me,” Bianca said with a chuckle, quickly undoing the clasp and then giving his back an affectionate pat. 

“Whoa, did you do that with one hand?!” 

“Not my first time,” Bianca told him, and he laughed, nodding. 

For a few moments, he said nothing, and then bit his lip and offered, “I’m sorry for lying to you, Mama. But…I’m kind of not sorry we did it.” 

“Oh no?” Bianca arched an eyebrow. 

“Well, I mean…” Danny swallowed, looking almost shy as he twirled one of the pigtails and quietly explained, “it’s been really fun to spend time with you. And see where you work, and…” 

Right. Bianca should have known it wasn’t Adore the second he expressed interest in her job. Thinking about it now, though, Bianca realized that she should probably be paying more attention to her son—this bright, artistic, thoughtful boy. He was so much like Courtney; Bianca didn’t like to admit that, how much his mum’s personality had clearly rubbed off on him, but that was the truth. So even though she was still exasperated at the whole situation, part of her was grateful, too. 

“Yeah, I’ve liked that too,” she admitted, leaning forward to kiss him on the head. He beamed up at her, smile only slightly faltering when she added in her most menacing mom voice, “But you know that you’re both in big fucking trouble, right?” 

“Worth it,” he replied, giving her that charming smile again, and Bianca couldn’t help the dimples that poked through her cheeks. 

***

Adore sat, curled up with Courtney on the sofa, looking over her shoulder at her laptop screen. 

For years now, Courtney had been trying to coax her into adding some more personal touches to her bedroom in the farmhouse. Adore had refused, saying she wasn’t there enough to care. Part of her wondered if it was yet another way that she tried to put up a wall between herself and Courtney, a wall that she was all too happy to tear down. 

Because now, they were having so much fun picking out things together, scrolling through lighting fixtures on the Z Gallerie site before a trip to Lowe’s to choose new paint colors. (Adore was already excited about that, since Courtney had promised about 4 times that yes, she could pick any colors she wanted, it was her room.) The best part was that they were doing it together, Adore couldn’t help thinking, taking in all the pictures on the screen.

“There!” Adore exclaimed, eyes widening with delight at the gothic-looking chandelier, covered in gray smoke glass crystals. “Omigod, I love that one. But is it too expensive?” 

“No, it’s on sale,” Courtney said, clicking on it to make the picture bigger. “You want it? Or should we save it and keep looking?” 

“I want it,” Adore said, grinning. 

“Decisive. Love it.” Courtney added the chandelier to her cart, which was already full of throw pillows and a cool-ass new zebra print area rug, not to mention the custom bed frame. 

“Uh oh,” Adore said, as her phone lit up, buzzing on the coffee table. 

MAMA 

“Looks like she took her minute,” Courtney said gently. 

“Yeah.” 

“You should answer.” 

“I know.” Adore bit her lip. 

After another beat, Courtney said, “Adore-” 

“Yeah, yeah. Alright.” Adore took a deep breath and answered the phone, putting it on speaker. “Hi. Am I in trouble?” 

“Yes,” Bianca said, and Adore groaned slightly. “What the hell were you thinking?” 

“We just wanted to see…if we could do it.” 

“Well, congrats, you’ve made a huge fucking mess. And I have no doubt that you were the mastermind behind this little prank-”

“That’s not fair! Danny wanted to-” 

“Save it. Put your mum on the phone.” 

Adore hung her head, handing the phone to Courtney. 

Courtney took it, her arm slipping around Adore’s shoulders. 

“I’m here. Listen, she’s just a kid, Bianca. Why do you have to-” 

“Don’t tell me how to-” Bianca cut herself off abruptly with a huff of air. “Nevermind.”

“Look, we have to switch them back, and I really think we should sit down and talk to both of them, so that-”

“This timing could not be worse. I’m planning a party for…shit.” 

“Sorry?” 

“Can you put Adore back on?” 

“She’s right here.” Courtney tried not to let her eye roll show as she held the phone towards Adore, wondering why Bianca was acting so neurotic and jumpy. These weren’t the circumstances under which she’d planned to see her in person for the first time since their divorce either, but what else could they do? No matter how bad it got between them, they’d always agreed on one thing: the kids came first. So to Courtney, it all seemed like a no-brainer. 

Would it be horribly awkward? Maybe, probably. But she’d suffer through it because there was no other logical choice. 

“Hey.” 

“Mama, I really am sorry, but-” 

“I know, pussycat. Listen. We’re gonna deal with this little switch bullshit soon, but first…I need to tell you something.” 

“Okay…” 

Adore’s shoulders slumped at this, as if she was preparing for something horrible, and Courtney began to rub her back. 

Bianca cleared her throat uncomfortably before saying, “Remember that letter I sent to you at camp? With the pictures?” 

“Yeah…” 

“Do you remember the picture on the boat? Me and Fame?” 

Adore’s face looked pained, and Courtney continued rubbing her back. Who or what was Fame? Why did the mention of them cause Adore so much distress? 

“Well, things have gotten pretty serious with her, and I…” Bianca hesitated, her voice getting slightly softer as she finished with, “well, we’re going to be getting married.” 

Courtney blanched, hand gripping the phone as her stomach dropped straight to her feet. There was ringing in her ears, and she wondered if perhaps she’d misheard. Married? To someone named Fame? 

“Dore? Are you there, pussycat?” 

“How can you marry a woman I’ve never even met?!” Adore choked out angrily, one fat tear starting its journey down her cheek, betraying her real emotion. 

“Well…you would have met her, if you’d been where you were supposed to,” Bianca barked, before letting out a long sigh. 

Courtney could picture exactly the way she was rubbing her forehead. Maybe taking off her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose. Did she still wear glasses, around the house? Or was it contacts all the time these days? She used to talk about Lasik, had she gone through with it? Courtney shook her head, told herself to stop obsessing and stay in the present, for Adore’s sake. 

“Look, there’s plenty of time to get to know each other, alright? But we’re supposed to have a small engagement party with some of our friends this weekend, and it’s too late to cancel, so…I don’t know, maybe we can deal with the whole switch thing after that?” 

Adore sniffled, and Courtney leaned over, swallowing down the flood of emotions that swirled inside of her. This wasn’t any time for her relationship angst. She gave Adore a squeeze, then managed to make her voice as normal as possible, saying, “Sure, we can hold off until next week. We’ll come to you.” 

“Oh. Okay. Um…thanks.” Bianca seemed surprised by this, almost disappointed. Which made sense. After all, she loved an argument. 

“Mmhmm. We’re gonna let you go now.” Courtney gestured for Adore to say goodbye, and she shook her head vigorously. 

“Okay. Dore, please call me later, okay?” 

“She will. She just, uh, needs a minute,” she said, before managing to choke out a hasty, “Congratulations.” 

“Thank-” 

Courtney hung up, barely holding it together, and then turned to Adore, who was sniffling and red-eyed. 

“So…that was a big surprise, huh?” 

Adore cringed. “Well. Actually, Danny already told me. I’m sorry for not warning you. I was kind of hoping he was wrong. Or lying. Or…I dunno.” Fresh tears slid down her cheeks. 

Courtney nodded, breathing through her nose in a feeble attempt to slow her racing pulse. 

“I’m sorry, Mum,” Adore repeated, and Courtney squeezed her shoulder, shaking her head. This wasn’t about her. She could have her own feelings later, in private. 

“It’s alright. But…are you okay?” Courtney asked. 

Adore shook her head. “How can she decide to marry someone when she doesn’t even know if I like her?” 

As emotional as she was, she made a good point. What was the rush? And too late to cancel a party? That was three days away? How big was that party? 

“Well…maybe you’ll love her,” Courtney offered tentatively. 

“No, I hate her! She’s a cunt!” Adore spat out, more tears filling her eyes. 

“Adore…” 

Adore’s face crumbled, and Courtney pulled her in for another hug, rocking her, letting her cry like the world was ending. 

“It’s okay, love, I promise. It’ll be okay.” 

“It won’t,” Adore sobbed helplessly, acting out Courtney’s internal feelings more than she’d ever know. 

An engagement party on a scale that couldn’t be canceled meant that this marriage was a done deal—something she’d thought through. Not a whim, like their own marriage over ten years earlier. Strange that she hadn’t said anything to Courtney, though. Yes, they’d been divorced for years, but bringing a new wife into the picture would affect their kids, so it seemed only fair that she should have been notified. 

And despite her desire to bury her head in a pillow and cry just like Adore was doing now, Courtney found herself getting curious. What kind of woman would captivate Bianca so much that she’d rush into a marriage without knowing how her own daughter felt? 

“Hey…I have an idea, if you’re up for something a little…naughty.” 

Adore’s head snapped up, her tears stopped in their tracks. “What?” 

“Well…have you ever crashed a party?” 

Adore’s eyes lit up, joy apparent on her face for the first time all day. Courtney should have known—she was always up for something naughty.  

“So…I guess we should book a flight to New York,” Courtney began. 

“Yeah. Although…” Adore gave Courtney a once-over. “Maybe we should do a little shopping first.” 

Courtney scoffed, but then looked down at her ensemble: a gray cotton cardigan over a plain white t-shirt, baggy jean shorts and Ugg boots. “Okay, maybe.” 

“And like…hit the salon. For a little…touch up,” Adore gestured to her roots. 

“Excuse me, my roots are-” 

“Horrible. They’re horrible. And you could use a trim. Maybe some layers. And ooh, have you ever tried those eyelash extensions?” 

“What are you, my beauty consultant now?” Courtney asked her, hand on her hip. She’d had an insane summer, spending most of her time furiously editing videos and recording podcasts so that she’d have enough content for this month off when Danny returned. She’d barely appeared on camera at all, and maybe didn’t want to admit how long it had been since she’d gotten dressed up for a formal event, or wore her hair in anything besides a ponytail. 

“You wish!”

“I’ll have you know that I am a beauty icon,” Courtney said, unable to keep the giggle from bubbling up at such a ridiculous statement. (Even if others had made that claim about her first.) 

“Oh yeah? Prove it,” Adore sassed. 

“You know what? I will prove it. Come here…” Courtney grabbed her and began attacking her with kisses, both of them laughing. 

***

After years of struggling, working multiple jobs and freelance gigs to make ends meet, Bianca had managed to hit it big with her own fashion line when Danny and Adore were about 9 years old. She was currently doing pretty great, financially, but they still lived in an apartment in New York with what she described as “less than ideal closet space.” 

That was why the attic of the Hamptons house, which they used during the summer and rented out the rest of the year, served as an unofficial storage unit. Danny crawled through the boxes, brushing aside some cobwebs that made him shiver, trying to find a space to hide all the stuff that Adore had impulsively ordered on Amazon before Bianca found it and began asking questions. 

Over on one side, there were a few boxes that looked relatively new, like that hadn’t been sitting around gathering dust for months (or years) like the others. One of them was a shiny red shoebox, labeled ‘From C’ that made his eyebrows raise curiously. 

He peeled back the scotch tape that held down the lid and opened it, both surprised and not at all surprised to find it full to bursting with letters, envelopes all labeled with Mum’s most careful handwriting. He’d assumed, back when he found Bianca’s letters to Courtney, that there would be counterparts somewhere. After all, Mum loved writing notes and frequently sat curled on their sofa scrawling out long letters to friends and family. 

There were a lot there…close to five times the number as what he’d found under Mum’s bed. He covered the box and put it aside, shoving the Amazon stuff behind a tall wardrobe box. He crept back downstairs, trying to be quiet as he slipped the shoebox into Adore’s closet. He was still staying in her room, because Mama said that there was no use messing up the guest room where he usually slept. He was just closing the closet door when the phone buzzed on the dresser. 

COURTNEY J.

Of course, Adore’s phone didn’t say “Mum.” Danny rolled his eyes and picked it up. 

“Hello?” 

“Hello? That’s your opening after lying to me all this time?” Courtney asked. 

Even though he could tell that her tone was gently teasing, Danny cringed. The truth was, he did feel a bit guilty about all the lying, especially to her. “I’m sorry, Mum. I really am.” 

“Nevermind, love, it’s all gonna be fine,” Courtney assured him. “Listen, Adore and I are booking our flights and we need your help. Are you alone?” 

“Yeah…” Danny said slowly, sitting on the bed, suddenly deeply curious. 

***

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“Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance.

Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question.

“Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

“Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger.

“Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag.

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Bianca breathlessly yet giddily made her way backstage, the curtains swishing behind her in exit. The crowds were still cheering, the noise still going as long as the smile she had on her face. The smile only grew wider when her eyes immediately landed on the tall figure waiting for her there. 

  “Wiiilloooww” Adore yelled happily, wasting no time to wrap her arms around her girlfriend and pepper her face with kisses. “You were soo cool there did you know that?”

  “I don’t see how reading strangers to filth would be considered Pussyface” Bianca snorts, pushing Adore’s face away with a roll of her eyes. Of course it was more out of playful sarcasm rather than anything. How could she ever hate Adore, when just the sight of her still makes her heart race throughout these years. Especially now, when its not usual for them to perform in the same venues. 

  She presses a kiss of her own on the younger’s lips, taking a second to stare fondly into those wide doe eyes she and the world fell in love with. Adore looked gorgeous today, her long silky black hair flowing effortlessly until her hips. She was dressed in her favourite black leather jacket for tongiht’s gig, topping over a flashy set of leopard-printed tanktop and denim shorts, finishing the grungy outfit with a pair of combat boots and make-up. 

  She notices how breathy the younger was, a small sheen of sweat on her warm skin and her smudged lipstick drawing a chuckle out of her. 

  “Been getting frisky backstage Dory?” Bianca eyes her knowingly. Adore responds with a laugh of her own as she wipes the red edges along. 

  “You could call it a good luck charm.” The younger winks. 

  “Where is Puckerface anyway?” Bianca asks, looking around for her second lover which was unusually missing from their embrace. Normally, Alyssa would be there, jumping excitedly as she rambled her praises for her performance a hundred words per minute. 

  “You know she doesn’t like you calling her that right?” Adore snickers, nuzzling her hand. 

  “Yeah but where is that bitch-” “Adore your cue starts in ten minutes!”

  Both girls turn around at the staff’s announcement. The boy says nothing else, scurrying away and leaving the lovers. 

  Adore smiles excitedly at Bianca, her face glowing like a Christmas tree just like every single time she performs on stage. “Well I got to go Willow.”

  “Wait where’s Alyssa?!” Bianca grabs her arm, now finding it rather absurd for her girlfriend to be missing ten minutes before Adore’s performance. 

  Adore pulls away her arm with a smirk, dashing off without answering the question. 

  “Watch over my bag in room 12!” she yells over her shoulder.

  “Wait-” but Adore had already disappeared among the crowd of staff members, leaving Bianca to groan at the younger. 

  “Why in the hell is she leaving her bag in random rooms?!” Bianca mumbles under her breathe as she stomps to retrieve the younger’s bag. 

  Nobody paid attention to her, staff and other performers alike passing her by without a single glance. Yet, Bianca notices, not one of them was her blonde girlfriend. 

  ‘Maybe she’s already in the seats’ Bianca thinks, longing to hurry up to catch a front row to Adore’s performance. 

  She hastens her step, heels clacking against the floor, eyes glancing through the the numbered stars on the doors. 

  7…8…9..10…11

  “Aha!” Bianca mutters in triumph as she grabs the handle of room no. 12. It’s unlocked, swinging inside easily to reveal a mutely lighted room and-

  Bianca’s mouth drops open, eyes widening at the sight that greeted her. 

  On the center of the room was one giant amplifier, a wire connecting it to the corner of the room, probably to some part of the stage. It was odd, the sound system being here instead of the stage, yet that wasn’t has Bianca gaping. Her eyes were focused there, on the girl sitting atop the speaker, legs spread over its sides, squirming against the rope binding her two hands together. Familiar green eyes meet hers, widening in shock under long lashes before Bianca hears what could probably be a sigh of relief through the gag over her mouth. 

  “Alyssa!” Bianca yells, running towards the bounded girl to take off the gag. 

  Alyssa gasps as the fabric comes off, dissolving into a coughing fit as she tries to get air back into her lungs. 

  “Who did this to you?!” Bianca growls angrily as she moves to undo the ropes. “I’m going to kill them-”

  However, Alyssa jerks her hands away, choking out a breathless “Wait!”.

  Bianca’s hand freeze allowing Alyssa to take a couple more seconds and gasps of air as she visibly tries to fix her composure. 

  “Don’t you-” Alyssa reaches for her lover “Don’t you do no killing now, I ain’t wasting my cash bustin your ass out of jail.”

  These words has Bianca doing nothing but deadpan at the Texan woman. “I just walked in on you-”

  “N-now I can explain-” Alyssa hastily cuts her off.

  “-on you acting out a kidnapping scene.” Bianca groans into her hands. She permits herself  couple more seconds before parting her fingers to further glare at Alyssa through them. 

  “And I’m guessing there’s more to the explanation than a bag Adore had sent me to watch over isn’t there Puckerface?” Bianca remarks, voice steady yet laced with a hint of malice that often anyone who knew and didn’t know her into a fit of anxiety. 

  And Alyssa looked nervous alright, biting her lip as her eyes darts between Bianca and the corner of the room. 

  Bianca never stops glaring at her, keeping her hawk eyes focused on her girlfriend who was still in the black and neon dress she wore for her lipsynch gig that night. Its pink tassels sway slightly, moving as Alyssa shifts above the speaker. Strangely enough, Bianca doesn’t miss the split-second shudder that seems to run over her girlfriend, who still makes no move to get off the make-shift chair.

  “I-I made out with Adore.” Alyssa gulps again. 

  “Mhmm” 

  That was obviously nothing new. If platonic people make out with a bit of alcohol in their system, people in a relationship would definitely be making out too. Nevermind that their relationship composed of three personality-clashing women, Adore has done worse things to Alyssa anyway. 

  “Is that all?” So what was her gig. 

  “I-we-uh” Alyssa shifts again, a small yet audible breathe leaving her as she does so. Bianca stares closer, only now noticing Alyssa’s increasingly reddening cheeks and the inconsistent shading of the pink lipstick the Texan queen was always so fussy about. 

  Adore was wearing red lipstick if she remembered. 

  “See we-” Alyssa clenches her eyes shut as she speaks in a single breathe “theresapluginsideme”

  Bianca blinks. “What?”

  “Dear god the woman is making me say it again.” Alyssa groans frustratedly. “I said-”

  “Yeah no I heard you the first time” Bianca quickly cuts her off, thoughts racing a mile a minute as the words slowly begin to repeat in her head. “You’re wearing a-”

  “Yes” Alyssa hisses, body tensing as she adjusts her position. “The kid done actually pulled it out of her clutch and-”

  “And placed it in there”

  “Yes” 

  “And you allowed it”

  “Yes” Alyssa admits, the pitch of her voice raising a little in irritation and humiliation. 

  Bianca is too shocked for anymore words. 

  Suddenly, all her previous annoyance flooded out of her body. Replacing it was the hyper-awareness she had of the way Alyssa’s body tenses or shudders when she shifts, and the slightly glazed look she had in her usually sharp eyes, and-

  And it wasn’t their first time. Oh for god’s sake, Adore was basically a horny teenager. Any kinks and fetiches she brought up, Bianca and Alyssa entertained for her sake. Bianca was already used to just not being surprised by this, but Alyssa, being the latest one to join their relationship and growing up in a bubble, adapted to them slowly. So now, watching her girlfriend tied up and sitting on the amplifier in a room of their venue, Bianca was still having a hard time choosing between being impressed and remaining in shock. 

  Instead, she slowly stands up, feeling Alyssa’s eyes follow her as she does. 

  Bianca places a hand a few feet away from the dancer’s skirt, eyes meeting her in her new nervous-curious state. “May I?”

  It takes a few seconds for Alyssa to get what she meant, but she replies with a sheepish nod of her head nonetheless. 

  Bianca feels her body tense again as she lifts her short skirt. If she didn’t believe her before, she did now. 

  Alyssa had no underwear, the piece of fabric missing, its absence being emphasised by her girlfriend’s pink glistening folds parted with a familiar indigo base plug. Adore’s favourite. 

  Bianca reckons she spends another minute staring wordlessly at Alyssa’s pussy, feeling a familiar warmth pooling in hers. 

  “Well damn-” Bianca chuckles in disbelief “Didn’t think you had it in you Puckerface.”

  “She was really convincing alright?!” Alyssa squirms and whines in embarrassment “And she was given me those wide jesus eyes of hers and-”

  “And you couldn’t say no.” Bianca now gives a small laugh. Everyone falls weak at the sight of Adore’s puppy eyes. “Whore”

  Alyssa’s eyes flashes dangerously as they meet her’s again. “Hey! I aint a- AH~”

  Alyssa isn’t quick enough to stop the moan that escapes her, feeling the toy move as Bianca pushes it deeper. She glares her, glaring harder as Bianca only gives her a cruel smirk of amusement. 

  “Bitch stop that!” Alyssa hisses, only to muffle another squeak as Bianca moves it yet again. 

  “Bianca!”

  Bianca chuckles, always having found so much pleasure teasing her partners. Alyssa releases a shuddering breathe, preparing for any movement of any kind from her sadistic girlfriend, only for both of them to perk up as the hear the announcer from the stage yell into his mic.

  “Alright ladies and gentlemen, are you ready to welcome the ever so gorgeous mermaid of the dancers-”

  “You’re not watching?” Alyssa questions as Bianca stands up and sits behind her.

  Bianca snorts “As if I’m going to leave Adore’s important baggage now.”

  Alyssa chuckles. “She aint gone be happy that we missed her gig”

  “I’ll make it up to her later, she probably deserves it anyway.” 

  “ADORE DELANO!!”

  \V//

  Adore was the kind of performer who cherished her fans. She loved them, always taking five minutes to greet and chat the bar up before her number. During this time, Bianca comfortably situated herself behind Alyssa who was already feeling regretful of allowing her younger lover to leave her like this. 

  She sighs a little, placing her bounded hands in front of her as she tries to get herself comfortable. Well as comfortable as one could get with a toy nestled in your throbbing pussy, legs spread over a sound equipment. 

  “Is she gone be talkin there all night?!” Alyssa sighs exasperatedly. 

  Bianca only chuckles “It’s just one song. You’re only being horny, calm down.”

  A scoff was all Alyssa could give. Sometimes, Bianca was insensitive. Anyone could blame it on her line of work and all, but Adore didn’t even let Alyssa come when she tied and filled her up. She only told her to stay where she was and that she’ll get a reward later. 

  So here Alyssa was, over an amplifier as she tried to stop getting turned on by the piece of silicon inside her. 

  Then, they hear Adore end her speech, a moment of static indicating that she had passed the mic.

  “Finally” Alyssa grumbles as she settles herself down to listen to her girlfriends performance.

  When the first few chords of the song played, both queen could hear the entire venue go wild. It was one of Adore’s popular songs, so it was expected that it would emit such a response. 

  What Alyssa didn’t expect was for the amplifier to sound underneath her, not having been aware that it was even connected. 

  The movement sent vibrations running up her entire body, from her legs spread over it, to her unsuspecting pussy pressed against it. 

  Another chord played and Alyssa cannot stop the way her body from flinching as the vibrations travel the base of the plug all the way to its tips, the toy stimulating her insides as well. 

  “F-fuck-”

  “Fuck”

  Bianca swears behind her, getting off the sound device as its movement sends her into a momentary fit of shock and annoyance. 

  “Piece of shit.” Bianca curses “Should’ve told us it was on, now it’s- hey are you okay?”

  Alyssa could only answer in a gasp of breath as the waves of pleasure continues. By now, the song has picked up a steady rhythm, sending a pattern of vibrations to reverate through her just the way her other toys do. 

  “Oh g-god-” Alyssa whines as she digs her hands on the vibrating surface to steady herself. 

  When Adore had told her to get into this position over a speaker of all things, Alyssa didn’t know that this what she had in mind. That little fucker, she’s gonna get her so bad when they get home.

  A little moan escapes her as a particularly loud chord sends a stronger wave of vibration running through her. Alyssa doesn’t know what to do, except for gasp and and flinch against the movements. This was ridiculous, Alyssa thinks painting a mental image in her head. Had Bianca chose not to come and get her, she would have had to suffer through this alone with the door unlocked. Atleast with her girlfriend here, she feels her familiar arms wrap around her waist. 

  “That kid is stupid” Biana chuckles, warm breathe ghosting over her neck. “But she can be a genuis sometimes.”

  “Hmmpph” Alyssa clenches her eyes tight. Just for a couple of seconds, she is able to focus just enough to figure out what part of the song they were on. They were on the pre-chorus, a few lines Adore is already singing into her mic. And that was all the warning she got before the song descends into an upbeat rhythm. 

  “Ahh~” Alyssa moans as faster stronger vibrations begin to travel through her. Her hips unconsciously begins bouncing over the speaker, not sure if she was trying to get more of the sharp pleasure that shoots through her or not. 

  She clenches around the toy, as it rubs her walls in all the right and wrong ways, having Alyssa’s mind short-circuiting. 

  “Please” She begs for no one in particular as she feels her stomach begin to tighten. Ayssa presses harder against Bianca as her orgasm begins to build up. She doesn’t think she’s ever been drive to the edge this quickly before, but the situation itself was already too much and the vibrations were merciless, driving her insane and driving the toy deeper inside her. 

  With another intense chord, the toy is driven deeper again, hitting right in her g-spot and Alyssa prays that the crowd was loud enough to drown her half-scream as she came. 

  She continues helplessly bouncing on the speaker, riding out her orgasm as the song somes to an end and Alyssa could only whimper as the final waves of vibrations send her trembling in overstimulation. 

  The vibrations stop completely, the music turning off as the audience only cheers loudly from the outside. Alyssa hears nothing but a ringing in her ears and Bianca’s small whispers of praise as she traces comforting circles into her hip, waiting for her to come down from her high. 

  However, Alyssa is still incoherent when the door suddenly opens, freezing both girls in thrie wake as they meet familiar eyes and smirk. 

  “Did you guys enjoy my performance?” A sweaty Adore pants as she enters the room. 

  Immediately, her eyes land on a panting Alyssa, leaning heavily on her other girlfriend with tears peeking out from the corner of her eyes and juices pooled beneath her. 

  “Alyssa enjoyed it alright” Bianca snickers. 

  Adore smirks even wider and rushes to kiss her. Alyssa doesn’t fight it, a soft sound of approval escaping her as the younger’s lips press against hers. 

  Adore pulls away, eyes gleaming with heavy lust as she licks her lips. 

  “Ready for your reward?”