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Meanwhile, an extremely nervous Tara had got to the Bronze almost half an hour early and had just downed her third vodka and coke.  The blond was nervous for two reasons; firstly, she wasn�t sure Willow was actually going to turn up; and secondly, she was beginning to regret the whole sex kitten look she�d been going for.  The male population of the Bronze however, was extremely impressed with the look and Tara had received numerous offers of dances and drinks, all of which she had awkwardly declined.  She was just in the process of rejecting one such advance when she heard a welcome voice warn the leering male to back off.

�Excuse me but, are you hitting on my girl?�  Willow slipped her arm around Tara�s shoulders and placed a soft kiss on her cheek.

�Just my luck.  The hottest chick in the entire place and she has a chick of her own.�  The boy grumbled as he walked away.  �Lucky girl.�  Aimed at Willow as he took a final glance at the extremely attractive blond.

�Damn straight.�  The smaller girl replied with a hint of possessive pride.

Finally alone Willow stepped back slightly and took a good, long look at her honey.

Tara was dressed in an extremely short, red tartan, pleated skirt accompanied by a plain white, 3/4 length sleeved shirt, tied loosely at the front and opened to reveal a red silk bra.  Stiletto heeled, black, open toed sandals revealed perfect toes, nails painted red to match those of her fingers.  A simple silver chain decorated an otherwise bare left ankle, it matched a similar chain around the blonds neck, except, from this one hung a small diamond teardrop-pendant which rested just above the valley between Tara�s voluptuous breasts.

Willow gulped audibly as her eyes almost jumped out of their sockets.  She was almost afraid to move or speak, as if it were all just a dream and any movement would cause the sight before her to dissolve and be lost forever.

Normally, Tara�s confidence would fail under such intense attention, but knowing that she�d rendered Willow practically speechless filled her with boldness (and the vodkas helped a little too).

�I wasn�t sure you�d come.�

�I almost just did.�

�Willow!  I didn�t mean it like that.�

�Then you shouldn�t have worn that outfit.  Any chance we can skip the dancing and go straight back to yours?�

�You are encouragable Willow Rosenburg.�  Tara giggled as she rolled her eyes in mock indignation.

�And you encourage me.  So, do you have panties to match that bra?  Or are you all naked under that teeny skirt?�

�That�s for me to know.�

�And me to be more than happy to find out.  So, drink?  Or dance?�

�I think I�ve had enough to drink, and I adore this song.�

�Dancing it is then.  After you my sexy lady.�
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