Rebecca didn't want to be a fucking lesbo.

She wanted Todd's cock in her, she knew that. She'd asked for it, countless times, as he laughed in joy, excitement. He wanted her, too, or else it wouldn't have been so much fun, the abject begging.

This was different. This was so completely wrong.

Olivia was her co-worker, her once-confidante, her partner in several projects.

Now her nemesis. Her doom.

They'd gone out for a bite to eat after work, to celebrate the completion of the AlphaSix project. Olivia had decided on the restaurant-- Italian, dark. Intimate.

They talked about everything, from the barely-even-contemptible managers who'd almost derailed their work several times, to the high price of gas. 'Becca had two glasses of red wine, and was enjoying being here with Olivia, or she really would never have started talking about her husband, and what he liked in bed.

"Ah, so you and Todd have that sort of relationship," Olivia smirked.

Rebecca had blushed a bit, then, but was determined to be open and unembarrassed. "Sometimes. It's just for fun, you know."

"I'm sure." Olivia looked smug. "A little on the obedient side, you are. Nice. It becomes you."

The blonde blushed deeper, then. She liked it when Todd said stuff like that to her. It made her dampen.

"Or you become it!" Olivia cackled, and lifted her drink in a mock toast. Then she downed the rest of it, and Rebecca hid her red face behind her own tipped glass.

"I can understand the draw," she continued. "To submit is a terribly powerful thing. You must trust the person you're with completely. Do you?"

'Becca felt heady. "I don't want to talk about this anymore, Olivia. Really."

"Oh, you're no fun. You're gonna make me pout. What's the matter, don't you trust me?"

Rebecca nodded.

Olivia looked confused. "Yes? Yes you do trust me, or yes you don't?"

Oh. "Yes, I trust you, Olivia."

"Thank you, sweetheart, that means a lot. I'll remember that."

Rebecca was silent for a minute. The silence was interrupted by her cell phone-- it was Todd.

"Hey, baby! What are you up to?" He was barely audible over the sporting event she could hear in his background.

"Not much. Having dinner with my co-worker. Want to join us?"

"Nah, I'm at the bar with the guys." He paused. "Listen, it's Silvio's divorce party tonight, and we're taking him out to Sonny's."

The strip club. She rolled her eyes.

"Okay. What time will you be home, Todd?"

"Dunno. Club closes at two."

Damn him. Now she was all horny and would have to resort to her vibrator tonight.

"Okay, honey. Try not to be too late, okay? I'd ... like to do some stuff with you tomorrow morning."

He knew from the sound of her voice what she meant. "Oh?" He laughed. "Well, that will have to wait, honey. Save some for when I get home tonight."

Yeah, right. When he got home from Sonny's, he was always too drunk to get it up anymore. Bastard. "Okay. I love you!"

"Love you too, babe," and he was gone.

Olivia looked sympathetic. "Alone tonight?"

Rebecca sighed. "Yeah..."

"Tell you what, kiddo, let's see a movie. I hear McMenamins is playing some good stuff this week."

"What's playing?"

"Who cares? Cocktails are a buck-fifty tonight, and we can avail ourselves of the generosity of strange men if we decide to be cheap."

She laughed heartily at this. "You're on, Olivia. You're on."

This was really the wrong movie to have chosen, 'Becca thought.

Olivia didn't seem to think so, though. She was in rapt attention as Gina Gershon did her thing. So was Jennifer Tilly. Although it didn't look like attention in Tilly's eyes, so much as a dreamlike state of lust and rolling-hipped pleasure. As she fiddled with the beer bottles on the table in front of them, 'Becca saw Olivia lick her lips, fleetingly, at the movie. Or perhaps at the remnant of the screwdriver she'd had recently. As if she'd known Rebecca was watching, Olivia turned to her and smiled.

Rebecca shivered. Something not right, there. In her eyes. Something decidedly unfriendly.

She hastily unlocked gazes with Olivia and turned back to the movie screen.

Tipsy, Rebecca tottered out to Olivia's car. Olivia hadn't drank as much, or hadn't gotten as drunk, for some reason. Or that's what Olivia said, anyway. It was probably true. She passed out in the passenger seat. Olivia's mouth was near her ear, saying something she couldn't make out, but it wasn't all that important to listen, and she passed out soon in a haze of alcohol. Or something.

She woke up in a white room. Her head felt funny. She was naked.

Olivia was there, too. Also naked. And grinning like the cat who ate the canary. Rebecca thought back to the lip-licking at McMenamin's, and had a strong suspicion who was supposed to be the canary.