Unhindered, her fingers began to go into her at a steady rhythm, her palm rubbing firmly her most sensitive area. She heard how the obscene splashing sounds, imperceivable for anyone else, mixed with the heavier breaths from the club room. The gasps and breathing inside the room started to get faster and chaotic. Increasing the speed to match, she went farther in, her fingers exploring, looking savagely for the places that made her tick. She felt how her muscles contracted around them, at the beat of her excited heart which resonated in her blushed ears. Trying to keep silent, she opened her mouth and panted slowly, the small mist of her breath in front of her face. Feeling the need for more, always more, she added a new finger to the ones already inside her, picking up with more speed, seeking the awaited climax.
Quickly, she took her left hand under her blouse and began to squeeze and massage her breasts. Her index fingertip fooled around her erect nipple, circling and teasing it. Carefully pinching it now, she tweaked it. Cupping the breast with her palm, she toyed around with it, feeling it move around her gripping fingers. Moving her thumb on her exposed tip even faster now, the waves crashing up her spine warned her of the coming pleasure. All her muscles tightening for a few seconds, she let her mind go, enjoying the rush. Letting out a relaxed mouthful of air, her eyes closed, she took out her hands from their hiding places, and used them to support herself, her trembling knees not capable at the moment. The moment gone, she opened back her eyes, and glared at her dirty hand, thin strands between her fingers. Slowly regaining her composure, she slowed down her breath to a regular beat. She was now a mess; her skirt crumpled, her blouse untucked, and a few hairs risen in rebellion. She looked around, the worldly concerns coming back to her. Frozen, she stared at the thing that shouldn't be there. Staring back at her with cold uncaring eyes was Yuki.