The morning light filtered through the curtains as Lena stretched and slowly opened her eyes. The bed was warm, the sheets tangled around her as she yawned, gathering her thoughts. She got up, rubbing her neck, and looked around the small apartment for any sign of Owen. She noticed the bathroom door was closed, and a light sound coming from inside made her pause. She walked over and knocked softly.
Inside, Owen froze. "Uh… yeah?!" His voice was shaky, clearly flustered.
"Just wondering where you were," Lena said casually, leaning against the door. "What are you doing in there?"
There was a long pause before he replied, voice barely audible, "Uh, you know… bathroom stuff."
Lena chuckled to herself as the silence hung in the air for a beat longer than necessary. "Alright, keep it to yourself then," she said, stepping back. Owen, embarrassed and red-faced, let out a shaky breath and waited until he was sure she was gone before finishing, his face burning with relief and embarrassment.
A bit later, Lena dialed Tara. The call picked up on the first ring, and Tara's voice came through, low and a little groggy. "Mornin', gorgeous. You calling to get all the details from last night?"
Lena smirked. "Well, obviously. Spill it, how'd it go?"
"Oh, babe, that Rick guy…" Tara let out a tired laugh. "Guy's a beast. I thought he'd wear out halfway, but no, he kept going. Pretty sure I even got caught up and started asking for more. Honestly? I'm spent. Needed a nap after that one."
"Guess he was as intense as he looked, huh?" Lena replied, amused. "Any useful info?"
"Yeah," Tara said, yawning slightly. "Rick's here almost every night, prowling for new girls. If I could snag him, I'm guessing you'll have him wrapped around your finger in no time. But damn, after that, I don't think I'm ready to be in bed with anyone else for days."
Lena laughed. "You really are a bitch, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah," Tara shot back, chuckling. "An extremely useful bitch. You're welcome."
They shared a laugh, the lightheartedness a rare reprieve for both of them.
That evening, the nightclub hummed with the usual crowd and a vibrant energy as Lena walked in, dressed to kill. Her black dress clung perfectly, drawing every eye as she passed. She caught sight of Tara waiting near the bar, looking just as striking, the two of them turning heads like queens on a hunt.
"Look who's finally here," Tara grinned as Lena approached. "So, what do you think—should we offer him a little… threesome surprise tonight?"
Lena chuckled, glancing around the room. "Oh, he's definitely going to regret that idea if he agrees. But yeah, we'll have to be careful. Rick's not exactly an easy catch. We don't want him to sniff us out before we've got him exactly where we want him."
Tara nudged her playfully, looking her up and down. "By the way, with you looking like that, I'd go lesbian for you any day of the week. Seriously."
Lena laughed, brushing her hair back. "Thanks. Just remember, we're here for business, not to make you question your sexuality."
Tara smirked. "Business and pleasure aren't mutually exclusive, you know."
Lena's gaze swept the club, sharp and calculating. "I've learned one thing, Tara… A woman's body? It can control the whole damn world if we let it. The same body they tried to destroy? Well, it's gonna be the one that brings them to their knees."
Tara nodded, eyes narrowing with a gleam. "Damn straight. Now let's get ready to put on a show."
They settled in, letting the crowd pulse around them, eyes on the door. Soon, Rick entered, looking around with his usual swagger, oblivious to what was waiting for him. Lena and Tara shared a knowing look, both of them poised and ready, hunters watching their prey come closer.