My Girlfriend Mistress

Chapter 3 (The First Encounter)

Veronica nursed her drink, the ice cubes clinking against the glass as she swirled the amber liquid. The bar was buzzing with energy, the bass from the dance floor thumping through the floorboards. She had been here for hours, lost in conversation with her friend, trying to drown out the memories that haunted her.

Then, she saw Lyka, dancing with her friend, laughter spilling from her lips like a waterfall. Veronica's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anger and nostalgia churning in her stomach. Lyka was the reason her relationship with Teresa had crumbled, a secret affair that had torn them apart. Veronica had tried to forget, to move on, but seeing Lyka here, so carefree and happy, it all came rushing back.

Lyka, oblivious to Veronica's stare, moved with the music, her body fluid and graceful. Veronica watched, her grip tightening on her glass. She felt a familiar ache, a longing for what could have been, what should have been. The room seemed to spin slightly, the lights blurring into a kaleidoscope of colors. She had had a few too many drinks, her head light and her thoughts fuzzy.

As the night wore on, Veronica's mind raced, her thoughts a tangled web of memories and what-ifs. She couldn't tear her eyes away from Lyka, even as the world around her began to blur. The music, the laughter, the clinking of glasses - it all faded into the background, leaving only the sight of Lyka, a ghost from her past, dancing with her friend, blissfully unaware of the storm of emotions Veronica was drowning in.

Veronica's eyes were drawn to Lyka's figure, her hips swaying seductively with the beat of the music. Lyka's dress was tight, hugging her curves in all the right places. Veronica couldn't help but notice the way Lyka's breasts moved beneath the thin fabric, the outline of her n*****s clearly visible. Lyka was obviously not wearing a bra, and the sight sent a wave of heat through Veronica's body. She felt a strange mix of jealousy and desire, her heart pounding in her chest.

The boys at the bar weren't subtle in their admiration, their eyes following Lyka's every move. Veronica felt a pang of something unfamiliar, a twinge of possessiveness perhaps, or maybe it was just the alcohol making her feel this way. Her skin felt hot, her cheeks flushed, and she wasn't sure if it was from the drinks or the sight of Lyka, so confident and alluring on the dance floor.

Lyka's laughter was infectious, her smile bright and carefree. She moved with a grace that was almost hypnotic, her body fluid and rhythmic. Veronica found herself captivated, her gaze locked on Lyka, unable to look away. The world around her faded, the noise and chaos of the bar reduced to a distant hum. All she could see was Lyka, her body, her smile, her freedom.

As the night wore on, Veronica felt a growing tension in her body, a tightness in her chest. She couldn't decide if it was the alcohol or the sight of Lyka that was making her feel this way. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, her body a mix of heat and longing. She took another sip of her drink, the liquid burning her throat, hoping it would clear her head, but all it did was make her feel more intoxicated, more confused.

As Lyka danced in the center of the bar, she felt the weight of countless eyes on her, the boys' stares almost palpable. She was used to the attention, her beauty and confidence drawing admirers like moths to a flame. But amidst the sea of admirers, one pair of eyes stood out. They were intense, almost predatory, and belonged to a woman with fiery red hair.

Lyka's gaze locked with the redhead's, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. The woman was wearing a dress that left little to the imagination, her curves on full display. There was something familiar about her, a spark of recognition in the back of Lyka's mind, but she couldn't quite place it. The woman's eyes were dark, her lips curled into a knowing smile. She was intimidating, her presence commanding, yet there was an undeniable allure to her.

Lyka watched as the woman took a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving Lyka's. There was something seductive about the way she moved, a grace that was both mesmerizing and unnerving. Lyka felt a flush of heat, a mix of excitement and apprehension. She wasn't used to being the one on the receiving end of such intense scrutiny, and it was both thrilling and intimidating.

As the music pulsed around them, Lyka found herself unable to look away. The woman's gaze was a physical touch, a caress that sent shivers down Lyka's spine. She felt a strange pull, a desire to close the distance between them, to find out who this woman was and why she seemed so familiar. But at the same time, there was a part of her that was wary, that warned her to be cautious. This woman was a mystery, a puzzle that Lyka wasn't sure she was ready to solve.

As Lyka danced, lost in the rhythm and the intensity of the redhead's gaze, one of her friends approached a woman standing near the bar. The woman, Karina, was deep in conversation with Veronica, her friend. They chatted casually, their laughter blending with the music, until Karina's friend, Krisha, joined them. The four of them stood in a loose circle, their voices rising above the din of the bar.

Karina and Krisha exchanged glances, their eyes flickering towards Lyka and the redhead. They had seen Lyka before, in photos that Veronica had shown them. Lyka was the woman who had come between Veronica and Teresa, the reason for their painful breakup. Karina and Krisha knew the story, the heartache, and the bitterness that lingered. But they also knew Veronica well enough to know that she wouldn't appreciate them interfering, especially not here, not now.

So, they kept their knowledge to themselves, their expressions neutral as they introduced their friends to each other. The introductions were casual, the conversations light and flirty, a dance of their own. They laughed and joked, their eyes occasionally drifting to Lyka and the redhead, but they never let on that they knew more than they should.

As the night wore on, the four friends moved closer to the dance floor, their bodies swaying to the music. They were a sight to behold, their laughter and energy infectious. Lyka, still captivated by the redhead, barely noticed them. She was lost in her own world, a world of desire and curiosity, a world where the past and present were blurred into a confusing, exhilarating mix. And so, amidst the chaos and the music, the secrets and the lies, the night unfolded, each person caught in their own web of emotions and desires.

As the music began to slow, Karina, Krisha, and Veronica made their way back to their table, leaving Lyka with her friends. Lyka, still captivated by the redhead's beauty, barely noticed their departure. She was lost in thought, her mind a whirlwind of curiosity and desire. Her friend, Jingboy, noticed her distraction and leaned in, his voice low and teasing.

"Lyka, you okay? You seem a bit... distracted," Jingboy said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Lyka snapped out of her reverie, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking."

Jingboy followed her gaze, his eyes landing on the redhead. "Ah, I see. She's quite the catch, isn't she?"

Lyka nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, she is. I just... I can't stop thinking about her. There's something about her, something familiar."

Jingboy chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "Well, why don't you go introduce yourself? I'm sure she'd love to meet the woman who's been staring at her all night."

Lyka hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "I don't know, Jing. What if she doesn't want to talk to me? What if she's just here for a good time and nothing more?"

Jingboy shrugged, his smile encouraging. "Only one way to find out, Lyka. Go for it. What's the worst that could happen?"

Lyka took a deep breath, her resolve strengthening. She stood up, her body swaying slightly from the alcohol. As she approached the redhead, her heart raced, her palms slick with sweat. The redhead looked up, her eyes meeting Lyka's, and Lyka felt a jolt of electricity, a spark of something she couldn't quite name.

"Hi, I'm Lyka," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her.

The redhead smiled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Veronica. Nice to meet you, Lyka."

Their handshake was brief, but Lyka felt a heat, a connection, a promise of something more. She pulled back, her breath catching in her throat. "It's nice to meet you too, Veronica. Would you like to dance?"

Veronica's smile widened, her eyes never leaving Lyka's. "I thought you'd never ask."

As Lyka extended the invitation to dance, Veronica's laughter filled the air, a sound that was both melodic and slightly mocking. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she looked Lyka up and down, taking in the slight sway of her body and the flush on her cheeks.

"Well, well, it seems you're a little bit tipsy, Lyka," Veronica said, her voice laced with a playful teasing. "Jingboy already introduced us, remember? Or did you forget that little detail in your... enthusiasm?"

Lyka's eyes widened slightly, a mix of embarrassment and confusion washing over her. "Oh, right... I... I guess I did forget. I'm sorry, I'm just... a bit off my game tonight."

Veronica's laughter softened, but the playful glint in her eyes remained. "No worries, darling. I can tell you're having a good time. And who am I to deny you the pleasure of dancing with a beautiful woman like yourself?"

She extended her hand, her fingers brushing against Lyka's in a way that sent a shiver down her spine. "Shall we?"

Lyka hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest, before slipping her hand into Veronica's. As they moved towards the dance floor, Lyka couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. She was drawn to Veronica, to the mystery and allure that surrounded her, but she also felt a nagging sense of unease, a feeling that she was stepping into uncharted territory. But for now, she pushed those thoughts aside, letting the music and the moment carry her away.

As Veronica and Lyka stepped onto the dance floor, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the rhythm and the heat of their bodies. Veronica's hands found Lyka's hips, pulling her close, and Lyka felt a jolt of electricity, a sensation that was both thrilling and unfamiliar. Veronica's grip was firm, possessive, and Lyka found herself unable to look away from her lips, her mind racing with thoughts of what it would be like to taste them.

"You know," Lyka murmured, her voice barely audible over the music, "your lips are seducing me."

Veronica's smile was slow and teasing, her eyes never leaving Lyka's. "Is that so? Do you want to taste them, Lyka?"

The question sent a wave of heat through Lyka, a rush of desire that left her breathless. She felt her panties grow damp, her body aching with need. Her eyes flicked to Veronica's fingers, veiny and strong, and she couldn't help but imagine what they would feel like inside her, exploring, teasing, driving her to the edge of ecstasy.

But before she could respond, Veronica pulled back, her hands still on Lyka's hips. "As tempting as you are, darling, I think it's time I rejoin my friends. They're probably wondering where I've gotten to."

Lyka felt a pang of disappointment, a longing that left her body throbbing with unfulfilled desire. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Of course. I... I understand."

As Veronica walked away, Lyka couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips, the confidence in her stride. She felt her panties grow even wetter, her body aching with a need that was almost painful. She knew she was in trouble, that Veronica was a woman who could easily consume her, body and soul. But in that moment, she didn't care. She wanted more, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

As Veronica rejoined her friends at the table, Krisha and Karina looked up, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. They had watched Veronica and Lyka on the dance floor, their bodies moving in perfect sync, and they knew the history between them. Krisha leaned in, her voice low and worried.

"Veronica, are you okay? We saw you dancing with Lyka. Is everything alright?"

Veronica took a sip of her drink, a smirk playing on her lips. "Oh, it's more than alright, my dears. In fact, it's the first step in my plan for revenge."

Krisha and Karina exchanged a glance, their worry deepening. "Revenge? Veronica, are you sure about this? You know how dangerous Lyka can be," Karina said, her voice tinged with apprehension.

Veronica chuckled, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and determination. "Don't worry, my darlings. I know exactly what I'm doing. Lyka thinks she can just waltz back into my life and pick up where we left off, but she's in for a surprise. I'm going to make her fall for me all over again, and then I'm going to break her heart. It's only fair, after all."

Krisha and Karina still looked uncertain, but Veronica placed a reassuring hand on each of their shoulders. "Trust me, I've got this under control. It won't come back to bite me. I promise."

They nodded, their expressions softening, but the worry in their eyes remained. They knew Veronica, knew her strength and her cunning, but they also knew the depths of her feelings for Lyka. They could only hope that Veronica knew what she was doing, and that she wouldn't get hurt in the process. But as Veronica's smirk widened, they couldn't shake the feeling that they were in for a wild ride, and that the night was far from over..

As Veronica excused herself to use the restroom, she knew Lyka would follow. It was a calculated move, a part of her plan, and she was ready to play it out. Lyka, drawn by a mix of curiosity and desire, followed her into the restroom, her heart pounding in her chest.

Once inside, Veronica grabbed Lyka's wrist, pulling her into an empty cubicle. Before Lyka could react, Veronica's lips were on hers, hungry and demanding. Lyka moaned into the kiss, her body melting against Veronica's as their tongues danced together in a passionate tango.

Veronica's hands roamed Lyka's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the small of her back, the swell of her breasts. Lyka arched into her touch, her own hands exploring the firm muscles of Veronica's arms, her strong shoulders, the soft skin of her neck. Their moans filled the small space, a symphony of desire and need.

Veronica's lips trailed down Lyka's neck, her teeth nipping at the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from Lyka.

"You taste so good, Lyka," Veronica murmured, her voice husky with desire.

"I've been wanting to do this all night."

Lyka's hands found Veronica's hair, pulling her closer, urging her on.

"Don't stop, Veronica. Please, don't stop."

Veronica's hands slipped under Lyka's dress, her fingers tracing the edge of her panties, teasing, promising. Lyka's hips bucked against her, a silent plea for more. Veronica chuckled, a low, seductive sound.

"Impatient, aren't we?"

Lyka moaned, her body aching with need.

"Please, Veronica. I need you."

Veronica's fingers slipped under the fabric, finding Lyka's wet folds, and Lyka cried out, her body trembling with anticipation. Veronica's touch was skilled, her fingers moving with a confidence that left Lyka breathless, her body aching with a need that was almost painful.

As Lyka's moans filled the cubicle, Veronica's lips found hers once more, swallowing her cries, their bodies moving in perfect sync, lost in the heat of their passion.

As Veronica's fingers worked their magic, Lyka's moans grew louder, her body trembling with each touch. Veronica's lips trailed down Lyka's chest, her tongue leaving a wet path as she moved lower. Lyka's breath hitched, her body arching towards Veronica, a silent invitation.

Veronica's hands found the hem of Lyka's dress, slowly pulling it up, her lips never leaving Lyka's skin. Lyka's panties were soaked, her body aching with need. Veronica's fingers hooked into the waistband, pulling them down, her eyes never leaving Lyka's.

Lyka stepped out of her panties, her body exposed, vulnerable, and Veronica's eyes darkened with desire. She pushed Lyka back against the wall, her mouth finding Lyka's breast, her tongue circling the hard n****e. Lyka cried out, her hands gripping Veronica's hair, pulling her closer.

Veronica's mouth was hungry, her tongue lapping at Lyka's breast like a baby at its mother's teat. Lyka's body bucked against her, her moans filling the cubicle, her body aching with a need that was almost unbearable. Veronica's hand slipped between Lyka's legs, her fingers finding her c**t, rubbing in slow, torturous circles.

Lyka's body trembled, her moans growing louder, her body begging for release. Veronica's mouth moved to Lyka's other breast, her tongue circling, teasing, driving Lyka wild. Lyka's body was a mass of sensation, her mind a blur of pleasure and need.

Veronica's fingers slipped inside Lyka, her thumb continuing to rub her c**t, her mouth still on Lyka's breast. Lyka's body clenched around her, her moans turning into cries, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Veronica's mouth never left Lyka's breast, her tongue lapping at the sensitive skin, her fingers drawing out Lyka's pleasure until she was a trembling, panting mess.

As Lyka's body slowly came down from her high, Veronica pulled back, a satisfied smirk on her lips. "You taste so good, Lyka. I could do this all night."

Lyka's body was still trembling, her mind a blur of pleasure and satisfaction. She knew she was in trouble, that Veronica was a woman who could easily consume her, body and soul. But in that moment, she didn't care. She wanted more, and she was willing to do whatever it took to get it.

Lyka's body was still trembling, her mind a blur of pleasure and satisfaction. But as Veronica began to straighten her clothes, Lyka felt a pang of disappointment.

"Veronica, did I do something wrong? Why are you stopping?"

Veronica chuckled, a low, seductive sound.

"Oh, darling, you did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right.

But we can't stay in here all night. You were moaning quite loudly, and I'm sure the entire bar can hear us by now."

Lyka's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and desire. "Oh, I... I didn't realize. I'm sorry."

Veronica's smile was reassuring, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Don't be sorry, darling. I loved every second of it. But I have a better idea. Why don't I rent a private room for us? Somewhere we can be a bit more... comfortable."

Lyka's eyes widened, her heart racing with anticipation. "A private room? Really?"

Veronica nodded, her smile turning wicked.

"Oh, yes. I want to explore every inch of your body, Lyka. And I want to do it without an audience."

Lyka's body ached with need, her mind racing with the possibilities. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "Okay. Let's do it."

Veronica took Lyka's hand, leading her out of the cubicle and towards the door. As they stepped out into the bar, Lyka couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension. She knew she was stepping into uncharted territory, but she also knew that she wanted this, wanted Veronica, more than anything. And as they made their way to the private room, Lyka's body was already tingling with anticipation, her mind a whirlwind of desire and need.