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At the New Delsta Theater where Agnea danced, there was a new member of security. Normally, that wouldn't be cause for interest - though Agnea liked to know the names of everyone working at the theater - but she couldn't keep her eyes off this new woman. Her name was Throné, and she was tall and elegant, and moved with snakelike precision. She often wore violet and was also stunningly beautiful, but that wasn't what Agnea was most drawn too. No, she couldn't stop staring at Throné's breasts of all things!
It was silly, she tried to tell herself at first. She hadn't felt like this since she first realized she was attracted to women. But she couldn't stop thinking about Throné these days - that generous cleavage revealed by tantalizingly low necklines, the way those large breasts were almost bursting free of Throné's preferred violet tops, and sometimes her thoughts would go further, like imagining just how those beautiful breasts of Throné's would feel in her hands…
And then sometimes, when their eyes met, Throné would give Agnea a faint, almost knowing smirk, and Agnea had to quickly excuse herself, lest someone finally notice her staring at Throné's breasts.
She could almost laugh at herself. Her own breasts were decently-sized, and she knew many of her fans stared at hers when she danced. There was nothing wrong with finding breasts attractive. She knew that, and still this frustration built up within her. Throné's breasts really were something else.
So here she was, standing outside this place that advertised itself as a "lesbian titty bar." It wasn't far from the theater, but a little secluded, so she doubted she would've stumbled upon this place by accident. She inhaled a deep breath; maybe if she could vent some of her sexual frustration here, she wouldn't have to worry about making a fool of herself in front of Throné.
With more courage than she felt, she stepped into the bar. She was greeted by lights of orange, pink, and indigo, neither too blinding nor too dim, and a song with strong female vocals was currently playing. Several women in skimpy lingerie and of varying bust sizes helped other customers, and no one seemed to notice Agnea yet. So she stood, frozen in place as her thoughts raced. Did she make the first move? Did she wait for a server to greet her? What was the etiquette for this kind of place?
"Hello there," came a voice beside Agnea as a woman in dark violet lingerie approached. "How may I—?"
Agnea's mouth fell open, and for a moment Throné's eyes went wide. Of all the people, she had to encounter Throné in a place like this! Agnea tried to speak, but her eyes fell downward. Sheen, silky fabric was stretched tightly across Throné's large breasts, leaving little to the imagination. Perk nipples peeked through the thin fabric, and if anything, she was one sudden step away from a nip slip! Agnea swallowed thickly, her cheeks burning.
A wicked grin came upon Throné's lips as she touched Agnea's arm. "Let me take you to your table."
Agnea nodded numbly, and tried not to stare at the gentle bounce of Throné's breasts as they walked. Throné wore a corset-style top with matching panties, both edged with lace, and her dark thigh-high stockings were topped with garters. Her heels clinked against the floor as she led Agnea to a table fairly secluded from the rest of the bar, and the music wasn't quite so loud here. "Thank you," Agnea managed to say as she sat.
Throné's smile softened. "Would you like some refreshments?"
"Um…" Agnea's mind went blank. She didn't want alcohol - even though this was a lesbian titty bar - but if she ordered something non-alcoholic, would Throné think her immature?
As if sensing Agnea's inner turmoil, Throné said, "We serve a wide array of customers. Might I suggest some sparkling water to start with?"
"A-Ah, y-yes, please!"
"It'll be my pleasure." Throné gave Agnea a playful wink and left to retrieve her drink.
She let out a sigh once Throné was out of sight. Did Throné recognize her? She couldn't be certain. Still her face burned; but what a sight that was, Throné's breasts so unrestrained! If she didn't know better, she would think she was only dreaming, and she'd certainly dreamed of Throné's breasts often enough.
Just to be sure, though, she pinched herself, and it hurt.
Throné returned shortly with Agnea's drink, which Agnea accepted with a nod and took a careful sip of. She was too nervous to really taste it, but at least her mouth was no longer as dry. Throné sat beside Agnea, and she folded her arms beneath her chest, emphasizing her cleavage. "Fancy meeting you here, hm?" she said in a low voice.
At this point, Agnea no longer cared if she was obvious with her staring. Sure, there were women here with even larger breasts than Throné's, but it wasn't just the size of those breasts she was attracted to. "Are you surprised?" she asked with a weak giggle.
"I'm quite pleased, actually." Throné laid a hand on Agnea's thigh and drew closer. "It wasn't just my imagination."
Agnea's entire body grew hot. That skimpy corset looked as if it could barely contain the weight of Throné's breasts. "So I was that obvious, huh…?"
"Well, it is my job to be attentive, and nothing gets past my eyes." Throné chuckled darkly. "It's rather flattering, to have caught the attention of the brightest star of the New Delsta Theater."
"You are beautiful, Throné," Agnea said firmly, the words out of her mouth before she could think about them. But those were her true thoughts too.
Throné's smile was both wistful and alluring, and carefully, teasingly, she undid the lace on the front of her corset and then pulled it free, baring her breasts. Agnea's eyes widened; they really were big, and Throné's nipples were a cute, dusty pink.
"You can touch them, if you'd like," Throné said with another wink. "I trust you."
Agnea took in a careful breath, and raised her hands. The way Throné watched her expectantly, with such longing in that dark, stormy gaze of hers, was intoxicating in it of itself. After a moment's hesitation, she reached out to cup Throné's breasts and squeezed.
Throné let out a low moan, a deep crimson spreading across her cheeks. "You're rather bold, aren't you?" she said with a breathless smirk. "I like it."
"So soft…" Agnea muttered. She squeezed a little tighter, feeling how her fingers pressed into the tender flesh. A thought occurred to her, and she froze. "Um, what if I leave marks…?"
"It's fine," Throné whispered into Agnea's ear, and laid her hands over Agnea's wrists. "Don't stop."
With that encouragement, Agnea pressed her fingers more around Throné's breasts, and Throné's nipples were stiff against her palms. These breasts were almost too large for Agnea's hands to hold, but she didn't mind as she continued to fondle them. Throné moaned, a quiet, pleasant sound, and Agnea could even feel her heartbeat. Agnea gave Throné's breasts a harder squeeze, and delighted at the heated smile crossing Throné's lovely lips. Maybe she was silly, being so unraveled at the sight of such beautiful breasts, but she was tired of feeling shame about her desires.
Agnea rubbed her thumbs over Throné's nipples, and Throné inhaled sharply. With a mischievous giggle, Agnea pinched both nipples, hard, and Throné gasped again, a smirk spreading across her lips. "Well, I'm happy to see you enjoying yourself," she said.
"What about you?" Agnea asked carefully.
"Of course. Do you think I haven't fantasized about you either?"
Blushing, Agnea drew circles around Throné's nipples with her thumbs, and Throné's body squirmed in response, that beautiful smirk of hers growing warmer. Maybe it was fate that brought them together like this, if fate had a quirky sense of humor in bringing them together in lesbian titty bar of all places. She released Throné's nipples and then cupped her breasts again, savoring the weight of them in her hands. "Can I kiss them too?"
Surprise flashed across Throné's face, and then she smiled. "I rather like this daring side of yours. Yes, please."
With an eager hum, Agnea lowered her head and planted a kiss on the swell of Throné's breast. The skin was warm and soft, and Throné let out a low, heated chuckle. Encouraged, she left a trail of kisses toward Throné's cleavage, and as she groped a breast, she took the other nipple between her lips. Throné gasped, but her smile remained true. Thus Agnea pressed her tongue to Throné's nipple, giving it a gentle, careful suck, and Throné's body quivered with pleasure.
"Am I the only one to see this side of you?" Throné murmured, laying her hands on Agnea's shoulders to press Agnea's face closer to her breasts. "I'm very fortunate indeed."
Up there on that stage, Agnea could dance in front of countless pairs of eyes and not break a sweat, just as her mother had. If she could make at least one person smile, then it was all worth it. Her mother said stars were symbols of hope. But sometimes she felt lonely too, so here with only Throné's gaze upon her, a different kind of heat filled her.
Agnea raised her head and guided Throné's hands to her own breasts. "Would you like to touch mine too?"
Throné's smirk had grown familiar, but the sincere desire in her gaze was a sight to behold too. "I thought you'd never ask."
Despite her fumbling hands, Agnea managed to remove her shirt and bra with Throné's help. (And she was silently grateful she had chosen to wear her cutest, laciest bra tonight.) Once her own breasts were bared, Throné simply stared for a breathless moment, and then cupped them with surprising tenderness. Her hands were calloused, but also warm. "Your breasts are rather adorable," she said with a light squeeze.
Agnea blushed. "They're not as big as yours, though…"
"Size isn't everything, you know," Throné whispered, and squeezed Agnea's breasts a little harder. Agnea gasped, her body quivering at Throné's touch. "And yours are the perfect size to fit in my hands."
It wasn't uncommon for people to stare at Agnea's breasts - she was a dancer, after all, and she wasn't so ignorant she didn't know what kind of affect her dancing had on others - but no one had ever looked at them the way Throné did now. Throné's hands were gentle as they fondled Agnea's breasts, and her fingers traced circles around Agnea's stiffening nipples.
"Y-Yes, like that, please," she begged.
"Of course." Throné gave Agnea's breasts another good squeeze, her elegant fingers digging into the tender flesh. "The night is still young, and we are open for a while yet."
Agnea was very thankful she was off tomorrow; when Throné was finished with her breasts, likely she would need at least an entire day to rest. She smiled, and gripped Throné's arms to bring her closer.
The next time Agnea stood on the stage at the New Delsta Theater, she spotted Throné in the audience right away, just barely visible in the shadows. The steps of her dance were as familiar as ever, but the fire within her burned even more brightly, reminded of Throné's warmth. The audience cheered, and she saw Throné smiling as well.
This was a secret only the two of them could share, and her heart fluttered.
Afterwards, as she returned to her dressing room, she spotted Throné near the door. "You were beautiful," she greeted Agnea with a flirty wink and a knowing smile. "My darling star."
Agnea smiled too and accepted Throné's hand. Perhaps their relationship had begun oddly, she thought as her gaze dropped to Throné's generous cleavage, and neither did she yet know what to call their relationship, but she was glad to share her heart with Throné like this.
