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When Caitlyn felt someone brush up behind her and a tug at her fishnets, she instinctively turned to yell at whoever had decided to touch her without consent. Except no one was pulling at her tights or groping her. Instead, a carabiner was caught on a collection of her thin fishnet threads. And, attached to the carabiner, an incredibly attractive butch. Her tanktop had definitely been chosen to show off her impressive arms and swirling ink tattoos.
“Shit, sorry,” the hot butch said, reaching for her tangled-up carabiner. “I thought there was room. I don’t know how this even happened.”
“It’s alright.” It was clear the stranger wasn’t trying to invade Caitlyn’s space; she seemed fully focused on trying to free her carabiner. As she worked, her fingers occasionally brushed Caitlyn’s tights or shorts, but never lingered there. Caitlyn watched, wondering if she should try to help or if she’d only get in the way. “I knew I shouldn’t have worn these tonight.”
The hot butch finally looked up, meeting Caitlyn’s eyes for the first time to say, “They look great though.”
“Thank you. I suppose carabiners and fishnets are just a dangerous combination.”
“Yeah, it’s really stuck. Let me try…” The stranger unhooked the carabiner and slid it off her belt buckle. It fell to rest against the back of Caitlyn’s thigh, still tangled in her tights. “Sorry. Again. Can I—”
She gestured at the carabiner, soft gray-blue eyes on Caitlyn’s face.
No longer hooked together with the butch stuck half behind her, Caitlyn had a clearer view of her. And, wow, she was really living up to the nickname of hot butch. Scars, perfect lips, a dusting of freckles.
“Please. I’d prefer not to drag this around all night, imagine if I had to get past another femme in fishnets. We’d be be stuck together forever.”
“We’d have to cut you free,” the hot butch said with a cute little smile.
Caitlyn finished her drink and set the empty glass on the bar, the stranger still working at untangling her carabiner. “You know, I usually get a person’s name before I let them touch my thighs.”
The hot butch glanced up, lips curled in a smirk. “That so? Guess I should introduce myself.” She paused her efforts to hold out a hand. “I’m Vi.”
Caitlyn took the offered hand, marveling at its roughness. She wondered what had formed the multitude of callouses, imagining Vi rock climbing — putting the carabiner to use as more than an accessory — or hefting weights. Given the size of her arms, she would probably excel at either. “Caitlyn.”
“Now, I can touch your thighs?”
Caitlyn felt herself flushing, cheeks warmed by want. “By all means.”
Vi continued her careful extrication of the carabiner, kneeling on the bar floor to get a better view. The sight of Vi on her knees made Caitlyn’s head go fuzzy. She hadn’t wanted a stranger so much since — well, she wasn’t sure she had ever wanted a stranger this much. At least, not since her hormone-addled teenage years.
Vi must have been thinking along the same lines because she glanced up to say, “Only known you for two minutes and I’m already on my knees. You move fast, Caitlyn.”
“If I moved a little faster, we’d be somewhere more comfortable. For the sake of your poor knees.”
“My knees would appreciate that.” Vi struggled with the carabiner a little more before huffing and getting to her feet. “Might have to cut it out.”
Caitlyn made her own attempt to free her fishnets, but between the odd angle and how badly tangled the carabiner was, she made no leeway. She may have actually made it worse.
“I’ll buy you a new pair of tights?” Vi offered, leaning against the bar beside her.
Caitlyn decided she was just tipsy enough to go after what she really wanted. Just tipsy enough to be insatiably horny, or maybe that was just the effect of her companion.
She turned to face Vi more fully, trying to ignore the metal still dangling from her tights. “We might have more luck if I took them off. Perhaps we should go somewhere with better lighting, somewhere I can get out of them.”
Vi’s eyes widened, but she was already smiling. “Fuck, yeah. Yes. Let’s do that. Do you live around here?”
“Ten minutes away, we can call a rideshare?”
“I haven’t had anything to drink, I can drive.”
Caitlyn, one hand resting on the carabiner, raised an eyebrow. “Did you just arrive? I don’t mean to tear you away before you've had any fun.”
“I’m sure I’ll have more fun with you,” Vi said with a little wink that made Caitlyn’s stomach flutter.
She smiled back, reaching for Vi’s hand to guide her through the bar, “Oh, I guarantee it.”
To Caitlyn’s delight, the next time Vi’s hand was on her leg, it had nothing to do with carabiners.