The bright lights sliced over Trina's face as she rolled her body in time to the music.

The Pink Pony Club was packed full tonight, the atmosphere thick with a carefree, fun energy. The dance floor was

filled with queer people dressed mostly in fun outfits, from denim jumpsuits to tiny leather

miniskirts. Trina's own pink, sparkly dress glistened in the strobe lights.

What's your name?

Trina whirled around to see who had spoken so closely into her ear.

What's your name?

The blonde woman was smiling.

Trina watched as she brought her cocktail to her mouth, bit down on the end of the straw,

and sucked up the last bit of drink. Trina, I'm Iris. Before Trina could say anything else, this beautiful blonde was pulling her into the middle of the crowd. They got swept up in the music for the

next hour. Their body is moving and undulating against each other, while the ceiling full of

disco balls sparkled above them. It was late by the time the two of them pushed open the front door of the club and walked into the cool night air.

Trina was latched onto Iris's arm.

Her blue braids wrapped up on top of her head.

Are you calling us an Uber?

In the back seat, Iris slid her hand onto Trina's bare thigh,

fingertips getting closer and closer to Trina's pussy.

Just when Trina thought Iris was going to stroke her through her panties,

Iris pulled back. Trina's heart was racing.

She looked at Iris, who gave her a wink. Back at Iris's apartment, which was filled with more

books and plants than Trina had ever seen. They wasted no time. They stumbled into Iris's bedroom,

where they crashed onto the bed. Iris quickly crawled on top and began to kiss Trina,

...