Feeling a little light-headed and achy, Leslie pulled herself off the safety of the bar stool and made her way to the toilet. Three cokes had gone through her and she had to pee. The bathroom was a little eerie; the yellow light made it glow with a strange light, but from what she could see, the place was spotless. There were five stalls, one locked; and Leslie could hear the sound of two women inside. It seemed a little ridiculous when every imaginable kind of behavior was allowed out in the club, why would two women hide themselves in a bathroom stall? Fantasy is a strange thing.
There was a small crack in the stall from where Leslie could see the two woman groping each other in a typical moment of lesbian passion. When one dropped to the floor, and began to suck her lover’s cunt,
