Nobody paid much attention to the two women.

One was obviously drunk; slumped against her friend, moving weakly, as her friend helped her from the car to the flat. It looked exactly like they were supposed to think…

Stacey had been going for a night out and found a new bar that she hadn’t seen before. She’d struck up a conversation with the hot woman behind the bar (woah! Where had that come from, she was straight) and really enjoyed her evening.

Then she started feeling sick and dizzy. She almost fell.

The woman had come out from behind the bar.

“Take over for me, will you, Jeff? I think someone needs a hand.”

“No problem, Kim.”

Kim sat on the stool next to Stacey, looking into her eyes.

“Hey, you ok, love?”, she said, concerned.

“No…”, groaned Stacey. As Kim held her, she slumped forward…

Kim had asked Stacey where she lived, then offered to drive her home. All this, however, was for the benefit of anyone listening at the bar…

Kim had no intention of driving her home. Well, not to her own home, anyway…

She helped Stacey upright, then escorted her out to her car out the back. There, she eased her gently into the passenger seat and strapped her in.

The journey back to Kim’s flat was only ten minutes or so, as she lived quite close to the bar. Stacey was really out of it as they got there. She had to almost carry her into the flat. The few people that saw them didn’t take any notice; getting drunk by someone, somewhere was a regular occurrence in the area.

Once inside the flat, with the door locked, Kim gently carried Stacey to her bedroom. She then started undressing her…

Stacey was being turned on by this, even in her semi-conscious state. She looked around; her unfocussed gaze not really taking anything in.

“S’not my place…”, she eventually decided, with a slurred voice. “This yours…?”

“Yep”, said Kim, quietly.

“Goody…”, slurred Stacey. “Hate the wallpaper…”

She giggled, and kissed Kim. Kim kissed her back…

Stacey was now naked. Kim was having trouble with her as she kept trying to undress her as well.

Throwing caution to the winds, she stripped too, and soon the pair were having passionate sex on the bed.

Afterward, both lay back exhausted, Stacey’s head on Kim’s chest, Kim stroking it absent-mindedly.

“This isn’t going how I’d planned it at all”, said Kim.

“Sorry about that”, said Stacey, with another giggle.

“You’re enjoying being kidnapped way too much”, she said.

“If this is kidnapping, you can take me anytime”, said Stacey, kissing her again. “You didn’t need to drug me, you know. I’d have come anyway. You’re gorgeous.”

“You knew!?”, Kim shrieked.

“Course I did”, said Stacey. “Ex special forces. I recognised the taste straight away. Luckily, I’d taken the antidote for most date rape drugs before I came out. It’s my suspicious nature.”

“Shit!”, said Kim, backing away...

Stacey patted the bed next to her.

“C’mere…”, she said. “If you’re going to go to all this trouble just for me, the least I can do is fuck your brains out.”

Kim’s mouth nearly hit the floor…

After, it was Kim lying on her back exhausted…

“Shit! You weren’t kidding, were you!”

“Nope. The weird part is, I thought I was straight; I can’t be. You’re turning me on so much.”

“You mean you really do want to be with me?”, Kim said, amazed.

“I would have thought you’d worked that out by now”, said Stacey. “Now, seeing as we’ve been shagging all night, do you fancy some breakfast?”

Kim started chuckling; it turned into a full-blown laugh. Soon, she and Stacey were both roaring their heads off, hanging on to each other for dear life…

Breakfast was a fairly hurried affair of eggs, bacon and toast. Stacey wasn’t used to Kim’s kitchen, and she swore when some fat spat at her, especially considering she wasn’t wearing anything.

Kim, who had been getting dressed while Stacey had been cooking, shooed her off to the bathroom to put some cold water on the burn, with a cry of “Put some clothes on, you slut!”

Stacey’s reply wasn’t printable, but she did laugh as she said it…

Stacey came back to the bedroom to get dressed to find a set of clothes waiting for her. Sleeveless top, white polo neck jumper and some leather slacks, all in her size. She quickly dressed in them, then wandered back to the kitchen.

“You have been watching me for a while, haven’t you?”, she said. “Everything in my size.”

Kim just blushed redly…

Stacey came over and started massaging Kim’s shoulders.

“It’s Ok, love”, she said. “I’m worth watching. By the way, I love you, too.”

Breakfast was left to go cold…