Avery Stills twirled the plastic sword in her drink, totally absorbed in maintaining the circular pattern. The 24 year old beauty had already forgotten which number this drink was for her, but enough to cloud her usually sharp mind. She paid no mind to the bass bumping beat, nor the hundred or so screaming people partying inside the club she occupied. Avery had been dragged here, and she didn't feel like participating in the festivities for once. Instead, she chose to sulk at her table, with only her drink to keep her company while her girlfriends danced without her.

Finding someone to dance with her was no contest, Avery fully knew. She was in the prime of her young adulthood; developed 34D size breast, her round butt showing nicely from her little red dress, not one wrinkle on her heart shaped face, her short black hair styled in a trendy bob, and her figure overall showing the great shape she'd been in since sophomore year of college. She knew she looked good. The matter wasn't how she looked on the outside, but the inside that kept her off the dancefloor.

A month had passed since her boyfriend, the man she thought was deeply in love with her, suddenly dumped her. Avery never saw the signs, as the man she loved went off with his cougar boss to god-knows-where. She had just now reached the stage of drowning her tears in alcohol, though it seemed to help less than burning all his borrowed stuff like she had the previous week.

"Hey Avery! What's up girl?"

Avery looked up to the familiar voice. It was Sandra, her best friend and college roommate. While Avery immediately took a seat once arriving at the club, Sandra mingled with the crowd, hoping to spark her friend into some fun.

"You really should get out there!" Sandra coaxed. "There are some really hot guys out here tonight!" She indicated towards one particularly hunk the corner. "I just danced with him, and let me tell you, he's got some moves!"

The depressed woman sighed and replied simply, "He looks gay."

Sandra frowned. "You haven't even met him! Good looking, nice manners, even nicer ass..."

This wasn't helping Avery, and she took another long sip of her drink.

"Holy fuck Avery, how much have you tonight?!" Sandra pried. "You're gonna pass out before 10 at this point!"

Avery rolled her eyes. "Why do you care? You drove me here."

"That's not the point Avery!" Sandra snapped. "Now get your pretty ass up and dance with me!"

She pulled Avery up off her feet, and guided her clumsily to the floor. Resisting crossed Avery's mind, but it seemed useless against the ever-persistent Sandra. She could barely walk, thanks to the alcohol and the pair of black Chic heels she wore on her feet, let alone dance with a crowd of people around. Sure enough, when Sandra finally let go, Avery bumped into several people and stepped on someone's foot with her heel.

"Sorry!" Avery tried to apologize to the pissed of woman, who scowled as they walked away. She tried to gain some kind of rhythm, watching Sandra move her hips back in forth to the beat. It might have been the booze, but Avery suddenly realized just how attractive her friend was in that crazy-short dress. The wasted young woman liked how Sandra's dress barely covered her sizeable breasts.

"I gotta get a dress like that," Avery thought to herself.

The pair moved in closer to each other, though Sandra made every effort to avoid her bare feet being stepped on by Avery. Sandra began to gently grind on her drunk friend, something to two would do just to be goofy and make a few heads turn. Sure enough, males began to whistle, pausing their own dancing to watch the two friends.

For the first time doing that, Avery felt a tingling sensation under her panties, as though she were aroused by this behavior. They had known each other for years, and this sensation felt wrong to Avery. Sandra took no notice though, and grinded fiercely against Avery's crotch area, like she had several times before without issue. It was all too much for the intoxicated, raven haired woman to take.

"I gotta pee!" Avery announced, and she started a clumsy dash towards the bathroom, leaving a very confused Sandra and several very disappointed male admirers.

Avery clammered into a stall, her breathing heavy. Once she had locked the door, the woman places a well-pedicured hand in her panties, immediately feeling the damp spot on the fabric as well as her sensitive clit. She grabbed some toilet paper and dabbed at the wet spots. In general, this was not unfamiliar experience for Avery, who had similar bouts since her teenage years. Avery noticed other girls the way boys certainly did, admiring their sexy curves and beckoning lips. She even kissed several girls in her days, though it never led to anything serious. Men were still the main object of her eye, and she kept her focus on her boyfriend for close to two years now. With him gone, it seemed to Avery that her body's curiosity towards women had returned, and now she was getting horny from her own best friend.

"Oh god," she started to tear up. "Why me, why me, why me??"

The drinks took their emotional toll on Avery, and she started to cry into her arm. Slowly, she got on knees and wept into the toilet bowl. For several minutes, she remained in that pose, undisturbed.

It was a restroom in a popular club, so another woman eventually walked in. Avery could hear the door open, and heels gracing the tiled floor. The other woman walked into the next stall over, only her white peep toe pumps showing under the stall. Soon though, a pair of white lace panties fell down to the shoes, as the other women took a silent pee. None of this truly mattered to Avery, as she continued to cried over the toilet. She cried over her conflicted feelings, her failed relationship, and from all the drinks she had today.

"Hey, are you ok?"

Avery heard her bathroom neighbor call out to her, but she had no wish to talk. The other occupant appeared to be finished, and pulled her panties up from her dainty feet, a flush following shortly afterwards. Avery expected the owner of the pumps to move out of the stall, but the girl remained planted in the spot.

"I'm sorry, it's really none of my business, but I'm here to listen if you need it," the other girl said.

The girl had a very sweet, gentle voice. It relaxed Avery a little bit, enough to answer. "I just need a fucking break ok?"

"I understand," the girl replied. "It's just I like to think I'm an ok listener."

Whoever this girl was, she seemed nice to Avery's dulled senses. She wondered if this stranger's company would be useful. After all, Sandra was a horrible listener. Before she could decide, however, Avery felt her flat stomach begin to convulse. She brought her mouth over the bowl once again, and began to vomit violently.

"Are you doing ok?" the girl asked. "Do you need help in there?"

Avery couldn't answer, just merely vomit more of the booze and what little she had to eat over the last few hours. The owner of the pumps darted out of her stall, and attempted to open Avery's.

"Please let me in, I can help," she assured the vomiting young woman. "Everything's going to be all right!"

With a brief pause in her vomiting, Avery struggled to her knees and managed to release the lock for the door. The peep toe pumps girl walked in just time to catch Avery as she nearly collapsed onto the hard floor.

"Steady girl, just let this all out," she said. "Just breathe normally, over the b-"

But she was interrupted as Avery began puking again. The girl held onto her hand tightly, calming down Avery as she managed to stop. When it seemed over, the kind girl guided her poor woman up slowly and steadily. Though she was still weak on her knees, Avery got up and balanced herself out.

"Thank you," Avery said, then she took her first look at the helpful soul and nearly fell over again when she saw the girl's face. Clutching her arm, was none other than pop sensation Ariana Grande.

"No problem, glad I could help," the beautiful singer said with a smile.

Avery couldn't believe it, wondering if the alcohol was just messing with her mind. She had just heard "Problem" playing on the dance floor a little bit ago, and it was impossible to imagine the pop star being there right now.

"Who are you?" Avery whispered.

The girl just laughed. "My name is Ariana, what's yours?"

"Grande," Avery replied dumbstruck.

Ariana laughed again, her mouth open to reveal a set of pearly white teeth. "No, that's MY last name silly. What's YOUR first name dear?"

The realization that she was being helped by a celebrity sent Avery's already drunken mind into a state of excited panic. She couldn't even remember her own first name. Fortunately, Ariana got the message.

"Here, let's get you some water and you can tell me later!" the singer chimed. "Up and at 'em sweetheart!"

With her arm over Ariana's shoulder, Avery allowed herself to be moved out of the stall, and back into the club's main floor. They navigated the crowd, mainly due to Ariana, and approached a VIP suite close by. The bouncer at the door swiftly opened up for the singer and her adopted friend, and they got inside.

The room was dimly lit, providing a cozy atmosphere. A huge futon lay in the middle of the room, with a table in front and smaller chairs scattered across the room. No one else was in the room.

"Here you go, nice and easy," Ariana coaxed Avery to the futon. The drunken girl complied, feeling herself seemingly melt onto the comfy seat and relaxed. "Would you like me to take off your shoes?" Ariana asked.

"Please," Avery replied, less tense now then she had been a moment ago.

Her savior unbuckled the heels and gently tugged them off Avery's sore feet. "You have such nice feet." the singer complimented. "I loved how the red polish matches that dress."

"Thank you," Avery slurred. "I like red a lot."

Ariana nodded. "Me too girl! It's such a vibrant color."

Avery, though still a bit dizzy, focused on Ariana, who was gently massaging her aching feet. The pop star wore a white top with a black pleated skirt. Her brown eyes looked enormous with lashes higher than peaks and heavy eyeliner. She had on the pumps Avery had seen under the stall, two black-painted toes peeking out of each.

"My name is Avery, by the way," the young woman finally told her helper.

Another smile formed on Arian's glowing face. "Nice to meet you Avery! That's such a pretty name!"

"Not as pretty as Ariana," Avery replied. "Nothing about me is as pretty as you are really."

"Oh hush girl! That's the booze talking!" Ariana politely said back. "That dress looks killer on you! Guess that's why that other chick was grinding up all over you."

Everything that had happened before the bathroom suddenly came back to Avery. "You saw that?!"

"Mhmm, nothing to worry about," Ariana assured her. "Just relax yourself for a moment."

The massage Ariana was giving soothed Avery, as the singer tenderly pressed on the tired skin. Avery had never felt a foot massage so soothing.

"Where did you learn to do this?" Avery cooed.

"My daddy," Ariana replied. "He used to do this for me all the time after rehearsals. When I started going on tour, I really missed the massages, so I learned how to do them to myself. Not the same doing it to yourself, but man do the masseuses my agent hires really suck."

Avery laughed. "Guess there's a price to fame after all."

Ariana merely smiled, continuing to pleasure Avery's aching soles. There was a moment of total silence, with Avery just leaning back as Ariana worked her magic hands on both feet. That warm, tingling sensation returned between Avery's legs, the one she had felt while being grinded on by Sandra earlier. Yet, this time she felt comfortable, at ease with Ariana. Though she could have never imagine actually meeting THE Ariana Grande in person, the young woman had always thought her to be very attractive from pictures in magazines and online.

The moment stopped all of sudden, as Ariana got up. "Would you like some water?"

"Sure," Avery said, and Ariana went to a mini-fridge in the corner. She passed Avery a bottled water, who guzzled down a long drink. "Could you please continue the massage?"

Another beautiful laugh came from the equally beautiful pop star. "Sure Avery, but I might have to ask you to do the same for me next. My feet are killing me."

Before resuming, Ariana took off her own shoes, placing her legs parallel on the ground. She took Avery's right foot again, and starting kneading it once again. Avery took another sip of her bottle, her eyes tracing Ariana from head to toe. She couldn't help but admire Ariana's own feet, which were smaller than her's and very cute. Avery would never admit this, but women's feet to her were one of the main reason she found herself attracted to own sex. That, and a woman's lips. Ariana also excelled in that department, with fresh red lipstick on them. They looked glossy, and just begging to be kissed.

All the while thinking this, Avery felt the wet sensation between her legs increase further. It had been quite a while since she had felt this sort of intensity from another woman; freshman year of college to be precise. During a very crazy game of truth or dare, Avery was chosen to kiss a classmate of hers she found really sexy. It helped that the other girl had been drunk off her ass, so was totally compliant with a very prolonged, very sexy kiss with a little tongue. The guys had gone wild at the spectacle, and they became the celebrities at that party.

Now, Avery found herself in the presence of a real celebrity who appeared to have no idea just what she was doing to the young woman. The massage lasted a bit longer, but soon that part was over.

"So you enjoyed it?" Ariana asked Avery proudly.

"You're amazing Ariana," Avery replied. "I've never had someone pamper my feet like that before!"

Ariana shook her head. "Really? Someone with feet are pretty as yours? Some lucky guy out there is missing out."

Avery laughed. "I was going to say the same about yours! You have the most gorgeous feet I've ever seen!"

To her surprise, Ariana blushed from the compliment. "You're such a dear Avery. I really wish my weren't so flippin' tiny. Being short sucks!"

The two laughed together at the comment. Ariana was a 5'-1", while Avery clocked in at 5'-8" with her heels, so she had a bit on the singer. Her foot sizes was an eight, compared to Ariana's size six.

"So will you do my feet now dear?" Ariana asked politely.

"Sure, but I probably won't be as good as you are," Avery admitted.

"BS! I'm sure you'll do fine," Ariana assured her, as she got up on the futon. Avery opened up her lap for Ariana to place her dainty little feet upon. "By the way, I'm sorta ticklish, so try to do this like I did to you. There's a lot less tickling that way."

With an acknowledging nod, Avery began to work her thumbs into Ariana's soft, sweaty soles. From the get go, Avery knew she was being too clumsy with her hands to perform an effective massage, but no protests came from Ariana. The pop star closed her eyes and laid back on the futon.

Meanwhile, Avery noticed a very strong smell greeting her nose. Even with her senses wacked out from too many drinks, the musky scent was strong and consistent. It came from Ariana's feet.

"Wow, this girl has some foot odor!" Avery thought to herself. "Guess that's why she doesn't let others massage her feet."

To Avery, the stench wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it was slightly overwhelming. Regardless, she continue her best attempt at a massage possible. Avery made little circles all over the damp skin, hoping that at least was relaxing. The toes, however, were a different story for both ladies. As Avery began to touch them, a quiet giggle came from Ariana. This obviously was the singer's weak spot that she had talked about. Avery tried her best to work a decent massage on the toes, but the longer she spent on the toes, the louder the giggling became.

This prompted Ariana to open her eyes and sit up. "Sorry, my toes are really ticklish," she explained between giggles. "Maybe you should just stick to the soles."

But this gave Avery a very naughty idea. She waited a minute for Ariana to relax again, hoping to catch her off guard. The moment came when the pop sensation closed her eyes, Avery carried out her devious plan. She grabbed Ariana's legs with her left arm, and then drew her nails across her captive's toes.

Immediately. Ariana began to break out in a chorus of uncontrollable laughter. Avery, amused by her new friend's songlike laughing, couldn't help but laugh along like it was contagious. She quickly learned that tickling under the toes was especially effective, bringing Ariana to tears.

"HAHAHAHAHA-STAHP-HAHAHAH-PLEASE!!" Ariana cried out in vain.

Her face was bright red, tears streaking down her sweet cheeks. She struggled against Avery, trying to break free from her arm. It proved to be no use, as her captor was both bigger and stronger than little Ariana. The pampered pop star was so sensitive, feeling each little finger individually assaulting her poor toes relentlessly.

Avery was having the time of her life with Ariana's cute toes. All she had to do was merely scratch the toe pads to be rewarded with the most adorable laughter she had ever heard. Driven by her raging hormones now rather than the alcohol in her system, Avery continued attacking all ten digits, while subtle sneaking in little sniffs of Ariana's feet. She was completely intoxicated now by the stench and laughing that she failed to notice just how close her friend was to wetting herself.

Ariana knew though, feeling her body quickly losing control. A mixed bag of delight, agony and fear filled her mind. She didn't want to pee herself again, doing so once before when attacked by her co-star Victoria Justice after filming an episode of Victorious. Her bladder filled rapidly, with mere seconds left before she let loose.

"HAHAHA-STAHP-OR-HAHAHA-ILL-HAHAHA-PEE!!" she managed to get out.

The point got across, and Avery stopped. Ariana breathed heavily, exhausted from the ordeal. Slowly, her bladder returned to normal.

"Ariana, I'm so sorry!" Avery apologized. "I got a little out of control there. I didn't mean to almost make you pee!"

"It's ok doll," Ariana replied, still trying to catch her breath. "To be honest, that was kinda fun, until I thought I was going to burst!"

Both girls laughed. Ariana wiped the tears away from her eyes, thankfully that it was over. Avery felt better than earlier, and took another drink of water before passing it to the tickled-out cutie. Ariana gratefully accepted, taking a huge drink. Her feet were still in Avery's lap, her right toes dangerously close to the young woman's crotch. Avery's attention wasn't on the foot however, but on Ariana's face as she took her drink. Finally satisfied, returned the bottle, as well as the gaze. The two just stared at each other for a few seconds, time seemingly standing still. Ariana's brown eyes matched against Avery's dark blue eyes, neither uttering a word. They simply just took in one another's beauty, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Finally, the first one to react was Avery, who leaned in for a deep kiss with Ariana. The pop star opened her mouth slightly, inviting Avery's smooth lips in for the kill. Their lips softly smacked against each other, Avery's hands caressing Ariana's hips as she gently fell into the kiss fully. Ariana was the first to introduce her tongue into the equation, skillfully inserting it into Avery's welcoming mouth.

Avery moaned softly as her lover's tongue danced against her own. This was why she enjoyed kissing girls; they weren't overly aggressive like boys and certainly knew what they wanted from a kiss. A part of her wondered it Ariana had ever kissed a girl before, but her thoughts were swept away by the blissful touch of her partner's mouth upon hers.
Both girls had their eyes closed, and their lips pressed tenderly against each other. Ariana also had begun to make sexy moans in response to Avery's. Her hands wrapped around Avery's slim waist, clinging to the tight fabric of the red dress. Their feet rubbed against each other's playful, prompting smiles as they continued to kiss passionately.

Breaking off the kiss, Avery lowered her mouth down Ariana's neck, leaving kisses on the silky smooth skin. She pulled back the white crop top the singer was wearing to reveal the singer's set of boobs. Ariana's moaning spurred Avery as she took the left nipple into her warm mouth and started lightly sucking on it.

"Oh yeah baby, just like that," Ariana cooed, her eyes still closed as she took in the pleasuring waves throughout her tiny body.

Avery tongued at the hardening nipple rapidly, as if she were flicking at a ice cream cone about to melt. That analogy certainly applied to Ariana, as she felt her whole body melt under the searing pleasure of her new friend. Thought she managed to hide it from the media well, Ariana loved women just as much as men. The closest thing to a relationship with another women she had was a quiet fling with another co-star, Jennette McCurdy.

A shot of pleasure interrupted that thought, as Avery began sucking on Ariana's right tit. Ariana opened her eyes, checking out the hot mess before her. Avery looked like a baby, suckling her mommy's breasts, a thought that made Ariana smile. While she enjoyed being pleasured like this, it came off to her as unfair that Avery had done most of the pleasuring so far. As she looked down over there two bodies, Ariana noticed her legs were freed up with Avery still going at the nipples. The singer brought her right foot to Avery's crotch area, pushing the panties back, and started rubbing that area with her toes. This caught Avery by surprise, but offered no complaint. She immediately enjoyed the pleasure of Ariana's pedicured toes rubbing at her clit.

"Your toes feel so hot against my pussy," Avery murmured, taking in the nipple into her mouth once again.

"They're saying thank you for the tickle," Ariana joked, rubbing the lips of Avery's vagina faster and faster.

Having never been rubbed off by a female's foot before, Avery's orgasm built up quicker than she hoped for. Her sex was already wet, and the foot was sweaty enough that it slid like a knife through fresh butter. Ariana got bolder than, slipping her big toe into Avery's slit like a finger. Though she couldn't get deep, it was enough to send Avery reeling.

"Holy shit!" Avery gawked.

Ariana added her long second toe into Avery. "How many can you take?"

Avery didn't know the answer, but she certainly wanted to find out. Ariana then stuck three toes deeper into her lover's tunnel, but didn't retract. Instead, she wiggled in deeper. The pleasure was so intense that Avery quite sucking on Ariana's nipples and could only gasp as the soft skin fucked her.

"God I'm close!" she announced to Ariana.

"Not yet doll," Ariana replied. She took her toes out of Avery just as the pressure built up.

"What are you doing?!" Avery demanded.

Ariana smiled. "I am not done with you yet!"

She brought in Avery, again planting her gorgeous lips upon hers. This time though, it was more aggressive, more tongue swashbuckling each other. They also proceeded to grind on each other intimately, much like Sandra had done to Avery earlier. Ariana took off her top fully, followed by Avery and her larger tits. The two smooshed their pairs against each other as the continued kissing aggressively. One would catch the other's tongue in her mouth and suck on it, only to let it go and do the same for the other.

"I wanna see that pretty pussy of yours," Avery demanded, pulling away from the lip lock.

"Be my guest doll," Ariana purred seductively.

With a little help from the pop singer, Avery pulled off the skirt and white panties until it reached her feet. Avery got a look at the tanned soles, the toes on her right foot still wet with juices.

"First things first," Avery said, as she took the glistening toes into her mouth.

Tasting your own juices would normally be weird, but Avery still wasn't completely with it. Her juices had little flavor, so she didn't mind that. She thought Ariana's feet tasted hot and salty, like a fresh pretzel. They wiggled in her mouth slightly, especially when her tongue played with them. Avery could hear Ariana moaning as her toes were being sucked one by one.

"No one ever does this to my toes," Ariana said dreamily. "Everyone tells me they stink, and it hurts my feelings."

Avery gave her a reassuring smile. "Well I think they're beautiful." She placed Ariana's feet down. "But I need to taste something else."

With that, Avery plunged her face straight into Ariana's clit and licked the wet folds feverishly. A high pitched squeal erupted out of Ariana. Avery looked up, afraid she had hurt her new friend.

"Sorry, I sometimes do that," Ariana blushed. "Your tongue is just so amazing!"

Avery smiled, then resumed licking Ariana's kitty, with regular moans coming out of the singer instead. Ariana caressed her hard nipples as she watched Avery slowly lap her tongue against the pop star's pussy. She also watched as Avery's feet danced in the air, a bit envious of the girl's larger, wider peds.

Noticing Ariana's distraction, Avery shot her tongue deep inside of her, sending yet another ripple of pleasure through Ariana. Avery loved the taste of Ariana's pretty, pink pussy and how tight the younger woman was. She had never tasted a woman before, but it sure beat the hell out of blowjob any day in her opinion. Her tongue grew somewhat tired, so Avery switched to sucking on the fleshy folds, resulting in even more moans from her lover.

Ariana's toes scrunched up from the deep pleasuring. A woman had never brought her this much arousal ever. She had come to the this particular club to pick up some chick, knowing the paparazzi were nowhere nearby to post her bi-curious escapade all over the internet. Never in her wildest, wettest dreams did she think she'd pick up someone as amazing at Avery.

"Looks like you've been replaced Jennette," Ariana thought to herself with a smile.

The younger singer felt herself getting closer and closer to cumming, just like Avery had a moment ago. Ariana wanted to cum, but also wanted to make this moment last just a little bit longer. Avery sensed this, and pulled her face away from the delicious snatch.

"I want you to eat me out," Avery said, a seductive smile on her face..

Ariana sighed. "I'd love a taste! Let me get you out of that dress!"

She got up and helped pull the dress off Avery, leaving her in nothing but a pair of black panties.

"Ohhhh! I likey! Where did you get them?" Ariana inquired.

"Victoria Secret!" Avery answered proudly.

"I rarely ever buy my own clothes anymore," Ariana said matter-of-factly. "I should really go out sometimes for myself."

"And you should have me come along," Avery suggest, then brought her new friend in for a kiss.

The remained lip locked for a brief, but passionate moment. Ariana was the one to break it off, eager to devour beautiful Avery's pussy. Anticipation and horniess consumed the young woman, and she literally pounced on Avery the moment their kiss ended. All of sudden, Avery found herself held down by the smaller woman. Knowing she was trapped only made the situation even hotter for both. Ariana quickly inserted two finger in the powerless woman. Avery had expected to be eat out, not finger-fucked. She couldn't speak though, Ariana's fingers deep in Avery sending an onslaught of pleasure throughout her body. Rather than speaking, she wanted to scream.

"I know what you want," Ariana teased. "But you're gonna have to earn it baby doll."

To emphasize the point, Ariana shoved her fingers in deeper, prompting Avery to manage that scream in pleasure. The pop sensation smiled deviously at the intended reaction, and slowly pumped her fingers inside Avery.

"Who needs dick when you got me?" Ariana continued to tease seductively. "You love having my body inside your pussy don't you slut? Which feels better? My toes or my fingers?"

But Avery couldn't answer, her senses overwhelmed by the surprisingly intense fucking. All of a sudden, Ariana had become the more dominant one. Avery realized it made sense, Ariana being a diva pop star that got whatever she wanted. Right now, Avery was what she desired. She just continued fingering her for several minutes as Avery continued screaming.

Ariana could feel her friend was once again close to coming, perhaps even more than earlier before. The teasing had been fun for her, allowing her to have fun with her new fuck buddy. Big Sean certainly wasn't this fun in bed anymore. He simply rushed through everything, not allowing Ariana any fun.

"Ari! I'm about to cum!" Avery yelled.

Popping out of her distraction, Ariana could feel Avery's body starting to tense up. She immediately brought her fingers out and shoved her face into Avery's pussy. Licking like a mad woman, Ariana tried to get in as much of a taste as she could before Avery's orgasm lapsed. Avery continued to scream bloody murder as Ariana tongue fucked her relentlessly. Her G-spot had been hit, that much was clear. Her ex had made her squirt once, though it hadn't been a pleasant experience for him. She hadn't warned him in time, splashing his face. That familiar tingling feeling she felt then was returning now.

"Scissor me you cunt!" Avery ordered, hoping to avoid another facial situation.

The idea appealed to Ariana, so she smacked her pussy against against Avery's and started grinding. In near unison, the two girls moan, screamed, and fucked each silly for a mere minute. It had not been quite that loud in the room up to that point

Finally, Avery's body orgasm, a streak of piss escaping her. This prompted Ariana into a dry orgasm, equally as pleasurable for her. The girls stopped rubbing off on each other, Ariana collapsing onto Avery. Neither spoke for two minutes, each trying to catch their breath. Ariana was the first to break the silence.

"That was incredible," she gasped.

"I know," Avery laughed, as she looked into Ariana's eyes. They smiled at each other, wrapping their arms around the other's warm body. Exhausted from the ordeal, the girls fell asleep in the VIP suite.

To their displeasure, they were woken up three hour later by a loud knock at the door. Frantically dressing, Avery had just slipped her dress back on when a man stepped in.

"It's almost 2am Miss Grande. We are closing down in 10."

He walked out, leaving the two alone again. Ariana noticed Avery looked very disappointed.

"What's wrong doll" she asked. "You looked like you're about to throw a fit."

Avery gazed at Ariana. "I guess I'm just sad this is over," she replied. "I was having such a great night with you."

Ariana lit up. "Don't worry doll, I think we'll see each other plenty from now on."

She got on her tippy-toes, and planted yet another lovely kiss on Avery's lips. Just as Avery placed her hands on Ariana's waist, the door opened again. The girls broke off, Avery gasping at who stood in the doorway.

"Sandra!" Avery yelped.

Indeed, Sandra stared at them, disbelief in her eyes. While Avery wasn't sure how to react, Ariana just smiled.

"Hi, sorry I stole your girlfriend for awhile," she said, with a giggle. "I found her the bathroom crying, so I made it all better."

Sandra was still too dumbstruck to say anything. Avery relaxed a little. "So when will I see you again?" she asked the starlet.

Ariana took out her phone. "What's your number?"

They exchanged numbers, Ariana promising to text Avery the next time she was available. With a goodnight kiss, Arian walked out of the club, shoes in hand, and was driven off in a fancy limo. Avery waved at her departing friend, eager for the next time they'd meet.

Sandra, standing alongside Avery, finally managed to speak up. "Did you just kiss Ariana Grande, or was that all a weird dream?"

Avery laughed. "I sure hope it wasn't a dream. She was sexy." The restored young woman then motioned to Sandra's car. "You still good to drive?"