The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

As she downed her third shot of the night, Sarah knew it was going to be a good one.

But her thoughts at the moment were on finding a hot young man to give her a night of fun, a good hard fucking to ease her sexual drought.

She never expected that wasn’t going to happen.

In fact, she never anticipated quite how the night was going to play out at all...

The presentation had gone like a dream. She was so grateful that Alice had provided her with a spare outfit after hers had had an unfortunate encounter with a can of paint, and there was something about the all-black attire that changed her attitude. She felt like a new woman—assured, dominant, as if she didn’t care what the world thought of her.

And it translated in the conference room—she closed that deal, and she got a hell of a lot more out of the Americans than they initially wanted to give. She wasn’t taking no for an answer, and the clients respected that.

Harriet called her into the office for a meeting when the call was over, and it was all good—there was talk of a massive pay rise, and a definite promotion, in the near future. Sarah’s star was in the ascendancy, and she left work that evening with a huge spring in her step.

Maybe I should head back to Black Rose one day to pick up some other clothes, she thought—there was something about this outfit that gave her a confidence she didn’t know she had inside of her. It was as if there was a whole other Sarah, just waiting for the opportunity to emerge, and Alice had found her with a little outfit change.

And so, riding high and ready to take her wonderful day to new heights, Sarah had prepared for a night out.

Sarah flicked through her wardrobe, and prepared some of the old staple outfits, laying them out on her bed—a red minidress that hung to every curve, stylish ripped jeans and a dark green crop top, a pink vinyl miniskirt and a stylish knotted T-shirt. She loved these outfits, and they’d certainly gone down a storm in the past.

But as she stood there in the matching underwear Alice had provided earlier that day, something in her mind said that these weren’t the right choices—the old outfits didn’t feel entirely right for her mood that evening. This new, assertive Sarah thrived on darker colours—and she knew she had some stuff in black.

Sarah had a pair of black wetlook leggings that she rarely wore, but tonight felt like the night to get reacquainted. She slid them up her legs, slowly as if to enjoy the sense of the black material engulfing her. For her top half, a simple black crop T-shirt, which accentuated her breasts and hung looser near to her stomach, creating the illusion that her already-slim frame was even slimmer.

She only wanted minimal decoration, but struggled to choose a necklace that she liked. None of her usual jewellery felt quite right tonight, and so she started looking in the back of the wardrobe, where the out-of-favour clothes and the regrettable impulse purchases usually wound up. And there, she found a velvet choker—simple, a piece of material with a ring in the middle. This, she thought, was perfect, and she smiled as she placed it around her neck.

Sarah didn’t ever tend to use much makeup, and it was the same tonight. She was lucky enough that, in her case, an au natural style was beautiful and eye-catching, so why cover it up?

So, she was essentially ready to go, and she just needed to sort out something for her feet.

Sarah had a couple of go-to shoes for her clubbing nights. Normally, on her feet all night dancing, she tended towards something comfortable—some ballet pumps, or a pair of fashionable trainers. If she really wanted to push the boat out, or if she was really in the mood to get lucky, she’d opt for two-inch pumps or some stylish ankle boots. They were just low enough to be comfortable, and just high enough to leave no doubt as to her intentions.

But tonight, no—they didn’t feel right on her feet. It was then that she looked at the boots Alice had given her earlier that day. They were sitting in the corner of her bedroom, where she’d removed them to luxuriate in the bath, and they were calling out to her.

Sure, they coordinated with the outfit perfectly, but there was more than that—there was something about the boots that communicated a sense of power, yet at the same time, a sense of freedom. With those boots on, she was the new Sarah—a Sarah who seized her opportunities, who did what she wanted and didn’t take no for an answer.

And perhaps, suggested a voice deep down in Sarah’s mind, she might come across Alice in the night, and the goth girl would see that she was wearing those boots, and it would please her. The thought was there, lingering on the outskirts of Sarah’s mind—oh, she wanted Alice to be pleased.

And so the boots it was.

Her black outfit was all assembled, and she looked at herself in the mirror. She was hot, and a little turned on with this choice of all-black attire.

Would Alice and Amy like this, she thought for a moment—would they like seeing me all in black?

I look ready to fuck, she thought, and I’m going to get fucked.

As she left the house, heading out for the club, the briefest of thoughts passed through her mind—would Alice find me fuckable?

And although she tried not to acknowledge it, she couldn’t ignore it completely.

No matter what else changed in the world, Sarah knew that the atmosphere on a Friday night at Fever was going to be reassuringly the same.

Stepping back inside this club, a venue for the young and trendy, after so long away—oh, she thought, it just felt right. She felt happy to be back in England, and to be back in the office, but by far the best feeling of all was returning to Fever for a Friday night of drinks, dancing and (she hoped) a casual hook-up. She’d been starved of physical contact in America—she’d stayed in a small town in the middle of nowhere, and a clubbing scene was far from the local priority.

Sarah loved a good night out—she’d swing by Fever with Amy and get drunk.

She suddenly thought of Amy again. God, should I call her and invite her out? Does she even like that kind of thing any more?

Sarah’s mind went foggy imagining how Amy might be spending her Friday night. Maybe she’d dress up, ready for Alice to come home. She’d lead her girlfriend up to their bedroom, give her a cigarette and let her smoke as she’d remove her pants, exposing her beautiful tattooed legs. Alice would sit down on the bed and force Amy onto her knees. And then, her friend would bring her tongue up to Alice’s glorious pierced cunt and start licking…

A man bumped into her and brought her back to reality.

“Watch where you’re going, love,” he grunted at her.

Normally, Sarah would have responded in more than kind, and told the fat creep to go and do something to himself, suggestions courtesy of her hand gestures. But at the moment, her mind was cloudy, and she tried to bring herself back to reality.

Sarah blinked twice and shook her head.

Where had these thoughts come from, she wondered. She’d never thought of anything like that before, and she was shocked by how arousing she’d found it—clearly, she was more interested in Amy’s lifestyle than she first realised.

Perhaps, she thought, when I finally manage to see her again, I’ll have to listen a little more and see what Amy had to say. It was obviously the shock that had got her—I know I’m more open-minded than I acted yesterday, and I want to prove it.

But that catching up was tomorrow’s job, so she hoped.

Today, she had another love to reacquaint herself with, and that love was Fever.

There was a big smile on Sarah’s face as she walked through the doors of the club and felt that pounding music pulse through her body.

“I’m sorry, but I’m just not in the mood.”

The young man stormed off, frustrated that he’d wasted a little money on a drink and a little time on a woman who wasn’t into him.

And yet, as Sarah watched him walk away, she knew that she should have been. The man—she didn’t catch his name, and she hadn’t in all honesty intended to—was young, attractive, and he looked good for a night’s fuck and nothing else. She’d been with men like him before, and she’d hoped to find a man like him for exactly that purpose.

Yet this was the fourth man to try it on with her, and she simply wasn’t in the mood to get with any of them. She didn’t know why, and she was finding it frustrating.

What was it? Had she just been away too long? But surely not—she always thrived in Fever. It was almost as her head wasn’t in the game—much though she tried to get into the party mood, flirting and downing shots, there was a slight fogginess in her mind.

She needed to get some blood pumping, she decided, and the best way to do that was to get on the dance floor.

The club music thundered through the room, and Sarah began waving her arms in time with the rhythm.

During the song, she felt another body behind her, dancing with her and rubbing up against her body. She felt gentle hands hold her side—it was careful, part of the rhythm, but it somehow felt so intimate at the same time. It wasn’t like those young men, treating her roughly, as if she was property to be manhandled without a care for her feelings—no, this was tender, sensual… arousing.

She felt the person lean in, a soft voice whispering in her ear:

“I’ve been watching you eyeing me up all night—I thought I should come and say hello.”

It was a woman’s voice and, the moment she spoke, Sarah knew exactly who it was.

She’d noticed the woman without even consciously realising she’d noticed. She’d been loitering on the periphery of the club, but Sarah had thought she was far too beautiful for that, even if she was a little more alternative than Fever was used to.

She, like Sarah, had come dressed all in black. She was wearing a net top with a floral design, and a high-waisted wetlook skirt that flowed when she moved. On her legs, a pair of fishnet tights patterned with a pentagram motif, and some heeled combat boots. She had long black hair and black lipstick, and a stern expression enhanced by a sole sign of facial decoration—a septum piercing.

There was something about her—about her attitude, her style—that made Sarah think of Alice and Amy, and she liked that.

“I’m sorry,” Sarah said, a little giddy from a combination of alcohol and the effects of the spray creeping back into her mind, “I didn’t mean to stare.”

Sarah heard a small chuckle behind her, and felt her heart leap a little.

“Don’t apologise—I liked it.”

The song finished, and in that brief moment of silence, Sarah turned and faced the girl. It was her and, up close, she was more beautiful than Sarah first realised. There was something about her porcelain skin, lit up with the club lights and against the black of her outfit, that made her glow.

“They call me Rainn,” she said.

There was something about her smile—half-smile, half-smirk—that made Sarah feel as if time had stopped. She’d seen women do it before—hell, she’d probably done it herself in the past—but so few people could pull it off. But if they could, there was something that just made that women stand out from the crowd.

Rainn was doing it, and Sarah loved it. She could feel herself getting lost in that smirk—as she stood there on the packed dance floor, the music peeled away and it felt as if she and Rainn were alone. For that moment, a moment that seemed to last both seconds and forever at the same time—it was her and Rainn and nothing else in the world.

“I’m Sarah,” she finally said.

Rainn smirked, and placed her hands on Sarah’s hips again.

“Good to meet you, lover. Come on, I love this song—let’s dance.”

And with that, Sarah watched Rainn begin to move and she felt the music flow through the club. But she wasn’t really listening to it—no, her focus was on her dance partner, whose every move was sensuous and alluring, as if it were a special gesture sent just for Sarah that night.

On top of that, Rainn’s proximity was turning Sarah on. Fever was normally a busy night and the venue felt warm at its coolest, but the warmth on Sarah’s body at this moment wasn’t the heat of a packed club. It was the heat of the moment—the growing passion between the two of them as they danced together, their bodies gradually moving as one as they shared the dance and cemented their connection.

This was what Sarah needed tonight—someone like Rainn. Someone so assured, and so very sexy.

She may have come here tonight for a male partner but, at that moment, Sarah couldn’t imagine leaving with anyone other than the goth girl.

A couple of dances later, Rainn took Sarah’s hand and pulled her away from the dance floor. There were no quiet areas in Fever on a Friday night, but the outskirts of the room were about the closest thing to it.

They stood, facing each other, and Rainn leant in for a kiss. Before she realised what she was doing, Sarah realised she was kissing back, her lips meeting Rainn’s in an almost desperate gesture. She needed this—she needed to be kissing Rainn, tasting her tongue and holding her soft face in her hands. It was a feeling she’d never known before, but something about it just felt right. She only realised at that moment how turned on she was by the experience of being close to this gothic beauty.

Rainn broke off the kiss, and moved her head next to Sarah’s ear, whispering as much as the club allowed.

“I’m going to the bathroom, lover. Want to join me?”

Tonight, Sarah was going to seize her opportunities, take what she wanted without hesitation. And what she wanted at this moment in time, more than anything, was to be with Rainn.

“God yes,” Sarah said.

There were a number of unisex toilets in Fever—large, empty individual rooms with a single toilet, a sink and a mirror. The rooms were designed to afford privacy, but Sarah was so turned on—so desperate to get her hands on Rainn’s body—that it wouldn’t have mattered where they were. It could have been the public toilet or even the middle of the street—only one thing mattered at this moment, and that was Rainn.

Rainn pushed Sarah against the toilet wall, their lips interlocked in a long, much-needed kiss. Sarah hadn’t realised how much she needed this, but she responded to the goth girl’s frenzied kisses with her own, groaning as she welcomed Rainn’s tongue into her mouth. For a brief moment, Sarah wanted to put up a fight with her tongue, but it was too good not to let Rainn do whatever she wanted. She was happy—willing—to submit to Rainn’s control.

Sarah’s arms held onto her tight and, in an attempt to return the favour, her hands moved down to Rainn’s shapely behind, massaging it aggressively in the hope that Rainn would enjoy it. From a grunt of ‘yes’ uttered in the midst of passion, it seemed to be working.

As Sarah was holding on, Rainn moved her hands from the wall and put them to better use. She forced Sarah’s crop top up, revealing her bra. It fastened at the front, she noticed—perfect. She unclipped it, letting Sarah’s breasts almost explode out of the restraint. They were beautiful, Rainn thought, and she had to get her hands on them.

The kissing continued, but Sarah noticed where Rainn’s hands had migrated. As the goth girl continued to assault Sarah’s face with kiss after kiss, her hands were gently stroking her breasts. Between her thumb and index fingers, she’d grabbed each of Sarah’s nipples, and delicately played with them—they were rock-hard, and Sarah whimpered as Rainn toyed with her.

It was hard to miss how turned on Sarah was, and Rainn was loving it. She wanted to push Sarah over the edge—she wanted—no, needed—to make her cum, now, here in this bathroom.

Rainn lifted her knee up into Sarah’s crotch, and made Sarah yelp with excitement.

“You want me to get my hands down there, lover, make you cum?”

“God yes,” Sarah groaned, horny and feeling waves of pleasure as Rainn continued to gently—oh, so gently—caress her erect nipples

Rainn took her right hand away and reached down into Sarah’s leggings. Her pussy was drenched, as Rainn knew it would be. She broke away from Sarah’s mouth and smirked as she curled her fingers up inside Sarah’s pussy, eliciting a small yelp of delight in response.

“This your first time with a woman, lover?”

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“You’re going to love it.”

Rainn started kissing and sucking on Sarah’s neck. With her left hand, Rainn resumed playing with Sarah’s nipple. With her right, she started fingering Sarah—slowly, then with pace—as she massaged her clit with her thumb. It didn’t take long for Sarah to cum, and she let out a low scream as her juices flooded onto Rainn’s hand.

But the goth girl didn’t stop there—she ramped up the pace, pushing Sarah to a second orgasm, and then a third. Sarah looked as if she was going to pass out when Rainn removed her right hand from her dripping pussy—if Rainn wasn’t there to support her, Sarah honestly thought her legs may have given way beneath her.

Rainn brought her hand to her mouth, and licked her palm.

“You’re delicious, Sarah,” she smirked, before extending a finger in Sarah’s direction, “try it.”

Sarah, in a post-orgasmic state of unthinking, sucked on the finger, and groaned in pleasure at the sweet taste. Her own taste, she realised.

“Right,” Rainn stepped backwards, “your turn, lover.”

Rainn moved over to the toilet and closed the lid. She sat down and, as she sat, she placed her hands carefully on Sarah’s shoulders, gently pushing her to her knees. Sarah watched silent, anticipation in her eyes, as Rainn lifted her skirt and opened her legs. Her tights were already ripped open and she wasn’t wearing any pants—a sign that Rainn was expecting to get lucky herself, or that she already had?

Whichever it was, it made Sarah hornier, and she licked her lips in a kind of frantic hunger.

The movement did not go unnoticed by Rainn.

“You say that you’ve never done this before, but it looks like you’re dying to dig in, Sarah,” she smirked.

But, as she leant forward, Sarah hesitated. There was a voice in her mind, previously pushed down by the alcohol and the lingering effects of the spray, but things had moved too fast—this situation was too different, too new, and so Sarah’s rational mind was starting to rebel.

Rainn looked down at her, and could see the internal struggle in Sarah’s eyes.

“It’s what Alice would want,” Rainn said, a sign of encouragement.

Sarah got a little closer, but her rational mind was putting up a fight. That mention of Alice had fired it up—how did Rainn know that she’d met Alice today? Was this a set-up, some kind of test? But for what?

And then, the mention of Alice began to activate the residual effects of the spray in Sarah’s mind. She felt increasingly turned out, eager to extend her tongue and eat Rainn out, but that eagerness couldn’t quite overcome the red flags appearing in her mind.

“What’s the matter, lover?”

“I can’t explain,” she said with pain in her voice, conflicting emotions clashing and forming a colossal fog in her brain. “It’s like I want you and I don’t at the same time—I want you, Rainn, but my mind is telling me that this isn’t me, and I don’t. But I know I do. I… I don’t know—I don’t know what to think.”

Rainn smiled and pushed her away. This was a smile of sympathy, and genuine affection—sure, she wanted Sarah to eat her out, but she thought she knew how to play this situation better. If she pushed her too far now, she might lose her forever.

“What should I do, Rainn?” Sarah pleaded.

“What do you want?” the goth girl asked. “Do you want to be this girl? A girl who has fun with girls, who embraces her inner goth and doesn’t care about the consequences?”

“Yes,” her rational mind was happy to go along with this, “god yes.”

“Then we need to help find this Sarah,” Rainn smirked, and leapt up from the toilet. “On your feet, lover—we need to take a walk.”

She’d been to that area once before today, but that was the middle of the day. At night, the street on which Black Rose sat was full of a different energy—partiers, goths, punks all congregated, chatting, smoking, drinking and enjoying their Friday night in a different part of London than the one Sarah was used to. When she was there earlier that day, she hadn’t noticed so many bars and venues, and yet now the alleyway seemed to be awash with them, and the empty street was awash with people.

In the day, this could have been any London street—at night, this place felt alive.

Rainn led the way, but something in Sarah’s soul knew where they were going. It was the end of the alleyway where Sarah met Alice, and where she first put on the outfit that had kickstarted this shift in personality.

And it was here that Rainn was bringing her, encouraging her to take this next giant, terrifying, exciting step.

It was busy, with gothic-looking people everywhere, and it was a feast for Sarah’s eyes.

It looked so exciting, so different—and yet, so natural. So appealing. It was all new to Sarah, and she loved it—she wanted more. She’d never seen people in such elaborate dresses, or corsets, all tattooed and pierced and She wanted to see all that this new unfamiliar culture had to offer, and she wanted to experience it.

If Rainn wasn’t casually holding her hand, leading her forward, she could have stopped, spinning around in an unleashed need to take in every detail.

Just that morning, Sarah couldn’t imagine herself being so fascinated with this fashion. Hell, this morning, she’d been desperately racking her brain, trying to figure out how to talk with Amy and even make a dent into even vaguely understanding her new look. But now, after seeing Amy, after meeting Alice, after meeting Rainn, she felt as if she was starting to get it, and even desire it herself.

They stopped walking.

“We’re here, lover,” Rainn said.

Their destination wasn’t Black Rose. Of course it wasn’t, Sarah thought, her head pushing out a little sadness that it knew the store was closed and she wasn’t going to see Alice there.

No, she was here with Rainn—beautiful, exciting Rainn—and the goth girl was leading her over the road to an active tattoo parlour, Alt Ink.

“Sarah, if you really want to embrace the new you, this is the perfect place to start. What do you think—do you want to go inside?”

Sarah thought for a moment, but the brief intrusion by her conscious mind in the bathroom would be its last showing tonight.

“Yes,” she said, a sense of excitement in her voice, “I want to.”

Rainn smirked.

“Then let’s do it.”

They entered the parlour. Sarah had never been in a building like this, and she looked around in amazement—it was black, full of eclectic furniture and a few tattered chairs that she imagined constituted a waiting room. But it was the images on the wall that really caught her attention—photos of men and women, their skin tattooed with the most elaborate and beautiful designs. She’d never seen such flagrant inking, and she liked it.

As she looked about, she noticed one image, a before-and-after style shot, and she gasped in shock and pleasure. It was Amy—Amy as Sarah had known her, and Amy the inked and pierced beauty. The first Amy was a beautiful professional woman—the new Amy, a hot goth beauty, and a vast improvement.

She couldn’t believe she thought that, but her eyes had been opened.

She was so captivated, she didn’t even notice the new arrival.

“Sarah, this is my friend Luna.”

Luna was a similar build to the two other women, but there was a lot more colour to her, largely down to her long electric blue hair. Blue also featured in her T-shirt—it was dark blue, depicting some anime characters that Sarah didn’t recognise—and in the plastic sterile gloves she wore on her hands. The two items of clothing were separated by arms coated with black and white tattoos—entirely befitting, Sarah thought, of a tattoo artist, and really attractive. Her lower half was black and white, with tight-fitting black jeans that accentuated her ass and a pair of black knee-high Converse trainers.

“Always good to meet another victim,” Luna laughed. “Nice to meet you, Sarah.”

“Your hair,” Sarah said, barely conscious that she was speaking aloud, “it’s so… so beautiful.”

Luna chuckled.

“Well, you can come again, Sarah, but I suppose you probably want me to do something this time round first? What are we doing today—tattoo, piercing, bit of both, lucky dip?”

Sarah gulped, a combination of apprehension and excitement.

“A tattoo” she said, the hints of a smile creeping into the corner of her mouth. It became a fully-fledged grin as she felt Rainn’s hands wrap around her left hand.

“Your first one?” Sarah nodded. “Do you have any ideas about what you want?”

“Leave that to me, Luna,” Rainn said, “I know just what Sarah needs.”

“You happy with that, Sarah?” Sarah nodded her assent—at this moment, as the excitement started to build and she felt a wave of arousal at Rainn’s dominance, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to say much anyway. “Fair play—let’s get you into the chair and we’ll get to it. Rainn, you know the way—take Sarah in, and I’ll get prepared.”

Rainn did indeed know the way, leading Sarah into one of the parlour’s back rooms. More photos of tattooed people covered the walls, and the only pieces of furniture were a large chair in the centre of the room and a single sterile table with some equipment on top.

Sarah sat in the chair, her top removed to enable easy access to her stomach so it didn’t get in the way of Luna’s needles. In truth, Sarah’s crop T-shirt was nowhere near long enough to risk that at all, but Rainn saw an opportunity to get Sarah to undress a little, and she was going to take it. Luna didn’t raise any objections when she entered the room—Rainn knew she’d probably enjoy it too, and she saw no reason to deprive her of the pleasure.

Rainn smiled at Sarah, and gave her hand a gentle squeeze. She knew now that Sarah was probably in a susceptible enough state to do whatever Rainn wanted, but she thought being cool and reassuring was the best strategy as she lay there.

She just needed to keep her there until Luna was done preparing, and then it wouldn’t matter.

Because it wouldn’t be normal ink tonight for Sarah’s first tattoo, no—it was a mixture of tattoo ink and a small concentration of the spray. The moment that Luna began working on Sarah’s skin, that potent mixture would become another permanent part of the woman, and accelerate the process of her transformation into the goth girl she was destined to become.

Eventually, Luna was ready, and Sarah was turned on by the knowledge of what was going to happen. She wanted to love it—to experience every moment—but the moment the tattoo gun started biting into her skin, she squeezed Rainn’s hand and came hard, passing out through the sheer force of her pleasure.

They walked down the street, Sarah moving with a spring in her step. The night had become a little colder, but Sarah didn’t mind—no, she was loving the feel of the cold air on her skin, and her stomach.

Her tattooed stomach—wow, just thinking those words made her feel giddy with excitement. Rainn had chosen perfectly—an artistic rendering of a crescent moon encircled her belly button—and she was so happy with it. It was just what she needed—this felt like something the new Sarah would have on her body. It was dark and sexy, and it screamed an assured personality.

No, not the new Sarah. Me—this is who I am.

The street led to Sarah’s house. She and Rainn had taken a casual stroll back to her home, one punctuated with many diversions and stops for a single kiss that always became many. But the effects of the night and the long day were starting to weigh on Sarah, and she knew that she needed to get some rest, so she reluctantly told the goth girl that she needed to get to bed. Rainn, romantic as well as sexy, insisted on walking her home, and Sarah was too pumped up to refuse. She wanted Rainn with her.

“Well,” Sarah smiled as they stood outside her house, “this is me.”

Rainn smirked back at her, and gave her a quick kiss.

“You had a good night, lover?”

“It was…” Sarah searched for a word, “it was magical. Tonight, I did things I never thought I’d ever do, and I loved it. I don’t know who this new Sarah is, but I like her, and I like the things she likes.

Rainn nodded, pleased and a little aroused at how far Sarah had come in so little time. And the best, she knew, was yet to come.

The goth girl moved in close to Sarah—close enough that she could feel the heat from her body in the cold night—and nibbled gently on her right ear for a moment. She heard Sarah whimper, a little whimper of pleasure, and she let her free. It was one last chance to tease Sarah for the moment—Rainn was happy to wait a little longer, knowing that she’d soon have Sarah to herself.

Without moving away, she gently placed her hand on the tattoo on Sarah’s stomach—she was tender, the gesture intended to focus Sarah’s unconscious mind on the tattoo and the spray-infused ink that was now forever part of her system. And it was working—Rainn could hear Sarah’s breath slowing, becoming more focused without the girl even knowing.

Rainn started whispering into her ears.

“That new Sarah you’re speaking out—she’s not a different person, you know?”

“No…”

“No, Sarah, she’s you.

“You know what you should do now, Sarah?”

“Tell me,” she whimpered.

“You should embrace this new you, Sarah. You like the way you feel tonight, yes? Well, why shouldn’t you feel like that all the time—do the things that make you happy, and damn everyone else and what they think. Be the girl who gets tattoos, and piercings. Be the girl who colours her hair, and wears whatever she wants. Be the girl who sees a girl she likes and seizes the day.” Rainn thought for a moment. “But make sure I’m one of the girls you have eyes for, whatever you do—you’ve got some unfinished business with me, lover.”

Sarah let out a sweet little giggle at that comment, which pleased Rainn—she predicted some fun in the near future with a reaction like that.

Rainn took her hand off Sarah’s stomach, and stepped backwards. She waited as Sarah’s brain processed the comments, and her eyes slowly blinked open.

She looked at Rainn, happiness and excitement and a little bit of lust in her eyes.

“Do you want to come in?” she asked.

Rainn smirked—she did, but not tonight. Not just yet.

“I can’t—I have to let you rest, lover—you’ve got a busy day tomorrow. You’re going to see Alice and Amy, and you’re going to tell them about the new you, and you’ll let them help you bring the new you out. I can wait until you’ve found yourself…”

She leant in and gave Sarah a full and long kiss, one that Sarah desperately returned.

“...but I couldn’t wait for another kiss.”

Rainn stepped backward, away from Sarah, and offered her one last sexy smirk.

“See you later, lover—call me when you’ve embraced the new you. I know I’m going to love you even more.”

Sarah watched as Rainn sauntered away down the street, and she hurried into her house when the goth girl was out of sight.

Just because Rainn wasn’t with her, that didn’t meet she wasn’t going to be on Sarah’s mind as she pleasured herself.

Alice was roused from sleep by her phone pinging. She moved lightly, keen not to wake Amy, who was sound asleep with her arm over her girlfriend’s body, and she eventually extracted the phone from under her pillow.

It was a message from Rainn—a black heart emoticon, nothing more, but it said everything.

Alice replaced the phone and closed her eyes, a smile on her face.

Tomorrow was going to be a good day.