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Shasha walked down the hallway. New trainees greeted her, their eyes bore through her back. She glanced at them with a smile. They rushed away with little giggles.

A scream. Shasha looked to her left. An occupied dance room. She knew that room. She had to film an advertisement in it by dressing like a ballerina.

Another scream. Then, a cry.

Shasha opened the door. Unlocked. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. The heavy door quietly shut behind her. She locked it.

Rafah was kneeling on the ground in tears. Shasha should feel bad. Just a little bit for the poor girl who was a rising star in ballet only for it all to fall apart because she broke her leg. But, nothing.

“I always did wonder how loud you can be,” Shasha said.

Rafah’s eyes a contrast white against her reddening face. She swallowed. Shasha could almost hear it. Crossing her arms against her chest, she walked closer. Rafah stood up, a little wobble. One weight put one leg more than the other, and Shasha almost tripped over the floor to catch her. She didn’t fall. Shasha wouldn’t have made it in time anyway.

“Get out.” Rafah inhaled, deeply. The tears on her face still rolled, but it was drying up. Shasha hummed. It was a shame she wouldn’t be able to see her cry for longer.

She shook her head and stretched her arms. A groan as she popped something she didn’t even know she needed to pop. “I like it in here. It makes me think of…” Shasha licked her lips. Rafah’s hands rolled into a fist. “How you deserve your downfall.”

“Fuck off.” Rafah pushed her. Shasha chuckled and rose back from the small little poke. They were just poking. “Anya and you probably planned this!”

Shasha clicked her tongue and shook her head. “I don’t know who that is, darling.” She stepped a little closer. She wanted the poke to be a little deeper. “I do know how every person who has worked with you hated it.”

Rafah raised her hands to push her again, but Shasha held her wrists. She pulled her into her body. Arms pressed against her chest. Rafah’s little gasp almost at her lips. Shasha stared down at herself in dilated pupils.

“Including myself. Don’t think I forgot how you treated me,” Shasha said in a lower tone.

Rafah pulled and pushed to free herself. Shasha held her tighter. Rafah screamed, piercing through Shasha’s ears. It echoed. It bounced off the walls made to let sound waves travel throughout the whole room. 

Shasha pushed her against the wall. Rafah kicked her. “You’re only mad I didn’t sleep with you. Did it hurt? Getting rejected?”

Shasha let her go. Rafah fell against the wall. “There’s better women I could get.”

“Why? You don’t want a broken woman?”

Shasha bit her tongue. That wasn’t it. Looking at Rafah in teary eyes once again, she did feel a little bad now. Rafah saw herself broken and useless.

“Your leg has nothing to do with other women being better than you, Rafah.”

Rafah turned away. She quickly wiped her tears and pushed her away. Shasha barely budged, still pressed against the shorter woman. Rafah pushed her again and again, hitting her shoulder. Her tears doesn’t stop falling.

“Fuck!” Rafah cried. Shasha stood as her punching bag. “It’s all your fault!”

Shasha held her hands. Small fists at the palm of her hands. Warm turned hot when she ran her fingers down to Rafah’s wrist and pinned them against the wall.

“I had nothing to do with it.”

“You’re why I can’t dance right now.”

Shasha smirked and tilted her head. “I can give you more excuses why you won’t be able to dance for a day or two.”

“Fuck you,” Rafah said through gritted teeth.

“We’re getting there, babe.” Shasha pressed as much of herself against Rafah. Their hips attached. Their lips hover against each other. Hot breaths blew against Shasha’s, and she could almost taste it: the salt of Rafah’s tears and the energy drink sitting on the floor not so far away from them.

Her eyes traveled down. The curves of Rafah’s breast up to her plump lips. She stared into Rafah’s eyes. They were dark and hazy.

Rafah kisses her. Her whole body fell into her, and Shasha breathed it in. Teeth bit onto her bottom lip, and Shasha groaned at the sting of a small little cut. The light taste of iron. She pulled away and sucked her lips.

“I knew you would like it rough,” Shasha said. Rafah glared at her. Shasha touched her lip to check if there was anymore blood. Rafah took the opportunity. A hand smacked Shasha’s face. A burning sensation all through her nerves.

“Not even in your dreams will you have me.”

Shasha cupped her face. Her thumbs poked through her soft cheeks. Her heart did a stupid hiccup. She pressed their lips together again. Open mouths trying to yell at each other, instead their tongues slid against one another. Rafah moaned and gripped onto her wrists. Pulling or pushing, Shasha couldn’t tell.

She pushed her against the wall again. Shasha kissed with little breath in between. Even through her nose, she held it in so all she could breathe and taste was the Rafah. The strawberry kiwi left on her tongue from the energy drink. The way her mouth curves at the tip of her tongue. The little sigh Rafah made when she pulled away. Shasha chased.

She slipped one leg in between Rafah. A hand traveled down Rafah’s sides. A squeezed at her waist, pulling her closer to her body. 

Rafah moved. Her hips rolled. It was accidental, at least Shasha was sure it was. She didn’t do it anymore. Shasha wanted her to do more.

She groped Rafah’s ass, pulling her and guiding her to ride her thigh.

“Get off!” Rafah pulled away. Shasha stumbled back. Her lips tingled with Rafah. Rafah wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stomped to the couch where her belongings were at.

“You know you want it, Rafah.”

“Not from you.”

“Then who? Who else would willingly sleep with you?”

Rafah threw her shoes at her. Shasha swatted it away. “I can find people too!”

“Yeah? Like the countless of men your parents try to set you up with? They’ll fuck you one night, take all your money. and continue to fuck you for the rest of your life without making you know what a real orgasm is.”

Rafah turned around. “And how are you different from them?”

Shasha took off her own shirt and threw it. Rafah watched the cloth slide against the floor. Her eyes stayed at Shashs’s abdomen before it lingered at her chest. Shasha grabbed her hand and pressed it against her abs.

“Let me answer by showing you.”

Rafah wrapped her arms around her neck and pulled her down into a kiss. Shasha pushed down the mesh skirt she had on. It fell onto the ground on the way to the couch. Quick hands pulled down the straps of Rafah’s outfit. 

Rafah pulled away and took it off herself. She fell down on the couch by Shasha’s force. Pulling down Rafah’s leggings, Shasha ran her nose along her inner thigh. Rafah shivered. Her shortened breaths ignited Shasha’s lower stomach. 

Sticking her tongue out, she pressed it against Rafah’s clit through her underwear. Rafah gasped, arching her back in a shock.

“If this is your skill, you suck at it,” Rafah said. Shasha pulled her underwear to the side and licked her clit. The taste of her cum already settled on her tongue. Lies. Rafah was telling lies. Shasha licked it again. Faster, deeper and stop.

Rafah cried and held her head. “Why’d you stop?”

Shasha kissed her stomach and bit onto it. Rafah ran her fingers through her hair. She hummed at the pleasure running through her nerves at her fingers against her scalp. She licked from her hips to the tip of her belly button and bit another spot.

“I thought you didn’t want this,” Shasha said.

Rafah cupped her chin and pulled her up. Shasha bit her own lip at the control.

“I don’t. I want to prove you wrong.”

Shasha pulled down her sports bra and sucked one nipple. Rafah moved to arch into her mouth. Every curve of her body molded into her hands and mouth. Shasha moved to her other breast. A lick, a bite and sucked it.

“Sha…” Rafah barely managed to let out. Shasha let her nails drag down her skin before pulling down her underwear. She kissed her way back down. Her eyes stared up—watching every microscopic change on Rafah’s face. A little furrow of her eyebrows. Her lips slightly parted. A little whimper. Shasha pulled her underwear all the way down.

She sucked her clit. A little. She started licking it, twirling her tongue to tease it—making it want more. Rafah moaned. Shasha closed her eyes and listened. It sounded so pretty in this room.

Shasha moved her head. Deeper. Rafah gasped, holding in her breath at the way her chest stopped heaving. Shasha continued—waiting.

“Fuck!” Rafah almost sat up. Shasha pulled away. Rafah groaned and fell back down on the couch. “Why do you always stop?” she shouted.

Shasha grinned and licked her lips. She unzipped her own pants and took it off. Rafah stared. She watched. Shasha allowed her. She wanted her to watch.

Her underwear touched the ground. Rafah swallowed.

Going back to the couch, Shasha spread open Rafah’s legs. Her foot rested on the couch while the other stuck in the air. Shasha leaned in. Closer. Closer. She moaned when their clits rubbed against each other. She raised herself up to rub it faster.

Rafah covered her mouth. Shasha could hear her name being chanted behind her hand. Rafah screamed. Her eyes shut tight. Her legs underneath Shasha’s hand started to vibrate.

Shasha continued to move and rub their clits together. “Shasha!” Rafah squealed and breathed. Her hand pressed against her stomach as if trying to stop her yet begging her to continue. The sound wetter and wetter as Rafah continued to ride out her orgasm. 

“Mhmm.” Shasha threw her head back and moaned. Rafah’s hand rid up and down her stomach. “Who proved who wrong?” She looke down in drowsiness. A pleasure ran through her entire body as she continued to grind.

Rafah looked away. Her ears red. 

Shasha held her chin and forced her to look at her. “Who was right, Rafah?”

Rafah whimpered, “You.”

“Say my name.”

“Shasha.”

Shasha smiled and pulled herself away. She slipped her fingers inside of herself and fucked herself. Rafah wrapped her legs around her body, trying to close them. Shasha watched as her pussy got wetter.

“Like it?”

“No!” Rafah closed her eyes. Shasha pulled her fingers out. She leaned over and rubbed her dry thumb against Rafah’s lips, parted them and shoved her fingers in Rafah’s mouth. Rafah choked and gagged.

“Shh. Shh.” Shasha stroked her cheeks and kissed her forehead. “Slow down. Suck it slowly.”

Rafah bit her fingers.

“Ow!” Shasha pulled her fingers out.

Rafah licked her lips. “Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Brat.” Shasha kissed her lips instead. Rafah kissed back without a hesitation. Shasha smiled against her lips and let herself fall this time. A little sweetness wasn’t so bad with Rafah.