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Kara had brought a friend who had just flown in from Colorado to one of her favorite nightclubs in LA for a little girls' night out. A little bit of rest and relaxation, a brief but welcome respite from the never-ending battle against the Arions.
Getting a table nestled against the wall, where they could see the dancers on the floor and hear the band on the stage, yet could still talk, they sat down with their drinks. Though alcohol did not affect them, they still enjoyed an occasional drink.
As usual there was a steady stream of men hitting on them, starting from even before they entered the club. Even in their civvies, there was no disguising the fact that the two Velorians were the two most beautiful young women in the place. Considering that the club was packed with actresses and models, that was no simple feat. It was just a simple statement of fact.
Some of the men were quite handsome. If she had been alone, she might have taken some of them up on their offers. But she was not alone, not that it seemed to deter the men any.
She looked up at the stage where the band was playing. She'd heard these guys before, their shtick was to pretend to be an English band, complete with accents. It was a phony act, but she enjoyed it. The lead singer, a guy who went by the name of Toomey, was a neighbor of hers.
More men came to their table wanting to be neighbors, in a manner of speaking. Finally, more as an attempt to discourage the men as anything else, Kara put down her drink and turned to her companion. "Would you like to dance, Sharon?"
She knew that she didn't need to ask. Sharon was almost exclusively femme in her preferences. It was this that had kept her out of the Protector Corps, relegating her to the role of Scribe. Even though she had a partner back in Colorado, a young bodybuilder named Deb, the number one object of her desire, as well as that of most of the men in the club, was the tall blue-eyed blonde sitting across the table from her.
Sharon put down her drink. "I thought you'd never ask." Taking Kara's hand, she stood up and led the way out onto the dance floor.
Heads, both male and female, turned and followed them. Kara smiled inwardly, seeing the disappointment on the men's faces as they realized that these two women were out of circulation for the night. Even the women were looking longingly at the couple.
They were far from being the only same-sex couple on the floor, though none of the others danced in quite the same way as did the two Velorians, even though they were careful to dance in the Terran style and not in the Velorian style. Their bodies moved to the rapid beat of the music. Their golden hair flew, forming halos about their heads.
The careful observer might have thought that their feet barely touched the floor. He would have been right.
The band finished its current number and started a slower song. The women moved closer, touching, embracing. Their breasts flattened against the other's, in a way that they never would against the body of an ordinary Terran. Almost simultaneously, each brought a hand up to the other's breast in that uniquely Velorian of embraces, each one squeezing the other's softest flesh with more than enough force to crush steel.
The band finished the latest song. Kara and Sharon separated, both of them instinctively glancing down to make sure that they hadn't destroyed their dresses with the force of their embraces.
Toomey stepped up to the mic. "For our next number, we'd like a little help from the audience," he announced with a cute but not quite British accent. "Would any of you birds care to come up here with us and sing?" He pointed directly at the two blondes on the dance floor. "Kara! You and your friend, come on up and join the band!"
The other people in the club began clapping and cheering. Kara shrank back, but then felt a hand on her back, pushing her forward toward the stage. "Go on, get up there, Kara."
She turned her head to Sharon, flexing her calves to resist her friend's push. She also resisted the urge to give Sharon a bird of her own. "I'm not going up there. We can both be quiet and stay out of this. Let some other bird sing."
"C'mon, birdie." Sharon's slender arm gave her another shove, a gentle shove that could easily have bowled over the entire offensive line of an NFL team. "You don't want me up there. You have a better voice than I do. Or so you're always telling me."
Kara flexed a little harder in order to stay in place. "Stop it, Sharon. This bird is not going to sing. We're staying down here, nice and hushed."
"Get up there, Kara." The Scribe from Velor smiled impishly as she pushed harder. "A bird in the band is worth two in a hush."
Before Kara could respond, she was propelled up onto the stage. It was only by using her flight powers that she was able to land on her feet with some semblance of grace.