“OK. Carmen… of course… being my personal stripper for the night, lap dances and all…”

“Oh come on, you’re telling me like, like you’ve not already done that” Alice moans.

Shane just drinks up, looking smug.

They all turn to Bette, who blows out a long breath, empting her lungs.

Tina starts bouncing up and down subconsciously, excited at what Bette may reveal.

Bette clears her throat, pushing her real fantasies to the back of her mind, and thinking of something acceptable to share with the group. She pulls Tina in closer, “being stranded on a desert island, with only my gorgeous girl for company”.

Dana grins, “Awww”

Alice makes retching noises. “That’s not a fantasy! That’s a made for TV afternoon movie!”

Shane shakes her head, knowing Bette was somewhat suppressing her imagination.

Tina raises an eyebrow, putting a hand to Bette’s cheek and pulling her in for a kiss. She leans in whispering to Bette, “You can tell me your real ones when we’re home baby”. Her and Bette exchange a subtle smirk.

“TK, share. Yours had better be better than your lame arse girlfriend’s”

Tina pretends to ponder, knowing all along what she was going to say. “Ummm, probably… Bette as my sex slave for a whole weekend”

Shane and Bette both choke on their drinks, while Alice gives Tina a high five.

Once things have settled down, Bette leans into Tina. “Think you’re clever huh? Just you wait until we’re home.”

Their eyes lock, dominance and submission battling each other.

Hours later the taxi pulls up to the house and Bette, Tina and Shane clamber out.

Shane stumbles back to her house, “Night guys!” She yells as she fumbles for a key.

“Night shaney!” Tina waves with one hand, the other holding on to Bette.

“Night Shane!” Bette glances over to make sure her younger neighbor has managed to unlock the door.

They finally make it into their own home. Tina walks straight to the sofa and collapses face first, purse still in hand and shoes on.

Bette grins, removing her jacket and walking to the kitchen. “Coffee?” She hears a muffled ‘please’ come from the sofa.

Moments later they are both sat up on the sofa, cradling mugs of hot coffee. “How are you feeling?” Bette asks, brushing some hair away from Tina’s face.