Magic Fingers

"I love having creative contacts!" Trucy Wright smiled deviously, holding a couple of, quote/unquote, driving licenses. She was walking, with her best friend Pearl Fey, to a night club.

"I don't know..." Pearl muttered, nibbling her thumb nail, "Does Mr Nick know about this?"

"Y'mean Daddy?" she replied, "He made these!"

"Mr Nick's really..." she sighed, "I don't even know. I remember Mystic Maya was always asking him for fake ID back in the day. Back when I thought they were a couple..."

"You thought what?!?!" Trucy laughed flamboyantly.

"Well, I'd never had a model relationship to look at so... y'know..." she muttered.

"Nor've I, but I'd say I'm a pretty balanced twenty one year old..."

"You're sixteen..." Pearl sighed again.

Trucy waved her driving license around in front of her face.

"This is an awful idea..." she whispered exasperatedly as they stepped into the queue for the club.

"An awfully awesome idea!"

As they approached the security guard, Pearl felt her heart thundering in her breast. She was using a fake ID to get into a night club at only seventeen years old. She was going to get caught. She was going to be put in a police cell. She was going to disappoint Mystic Maya.

"All right, doll, in y'go."

She unscrewed her eyes open and saw that the guard was impatiently trying to usher her in.

"Come on!!!" Trucy cried impatiently, slapping her rear.

"Have a good night, girls," the guard sighed.

"Yay!!!" she squealed, grabbing Pearl by the wrist and running her inside.

The club, called "Euphoria", consisted of a long bar with seating area and a large, crowded dance floor, complete with several stages, one with a shiny metal pole.

"Wooooooowwwww..." Trucy gasped in awe.

"There are so many people..." Pearl mumbled, chewing her nail again.

"C'mon, let's go dance!"

"No, Trucy, not yet!"

"Good point!" she barked, "We haven't had any drinks yet! Let's try tequila!"

"Tequila?! Nick had that at one of Mr Edgeworth's house parties once and was sick on Mr Scruffy almost immediately!" she gasped.

"Yeah, but my Daddy used to be a drink wuss back then," she shrugged, "Besides, it only makes you sick if you don't have the salt and lemon with it."

"Are you sure?"

"Pearls, would I ever do bad things like that to you?" she said with a sickeningly sweet grin.

Pearl did not find that reassuring.

"Zwei tequila, por favor, garcon!" Trucy called at the bar.

"Trucy, I really don't think this is a good idea..."

"There you are, Miss."

"Ah, domo arigato, monsoir bar man!" she cheered, taking the two small glasses and passing one to Pearl.

"What about the lemon and salt?"

"Here," she handed it over next.

"Which order do you do it?"

"Ummm..."

They both stared at the objects.

"Ummmmmmm..." Trucy mumbled, "Well, salt tastes gross... So, salt first. Then... eat the lemon, 'cause lemons don't taste that nice..."

"Do you eat the skin bit?"

"Ummm... I guess so," she shrugged.

"And then we drink the tequila?"

"Wait, this is a lime, not a lemon..." Trucy gasped.

"Oh dear... Well, I guess lime is like lemon..." she replied, nail in teeth again. "But it tastes a bit nicer... So... It'll be fine, right?"

Trucy had opened her small packet of salt and started pouring it into her mouth.

"Is that how you do the salt bit?" Pearl asked.

"It's gross!" she barked.

Pearl opened hers and copied Trucy then coughed.

"Ugh!"

Next, Trucy stuck her lime piece on her front teeth. This made Pearl giggle.

Trucy nibbled at the lime then downed the shot.

"Argh!" she squealed, "That was gross!"

"I'm gonna try it..." Pearl announced, taking a deep breath. She nibbled the lime then slowly drank the tequila.

The small shot remained half-finished as she ran to the toilets to be sick.

"I want to go home..." Pearl cried, kneeling down at one of the toilets.

"Ah, Pearlsy," Trucy tutted, kneeling next to her and passing her a glass of water. "You'll feel better in a bit."

"Why do people do this?" she sighed, then taking a large gulp of water.

"Daddy told me once that it helps you get laid!" she smiled deviously, "And I tell you, it does!"

"Have you..." she muttered, "Y'know... um... done it?"

"A girl doesn't kiss and tell..." she winked, "But we're not talking about kissing so, yeah, I did! It was hot!"

"Wow..." she gasped, "What was he like?"

"He? It was a girl in my class at school!"

"A girl?!?!" she squealed, "How... Can girls have... it with other girls?!?!"

"Oh yeah!" she smiled.

"Wow!"

"You feelin' any better now, Pearls?"

"Yeah... yeah, I think so."

"Let's go!"

The two girls wondered back out into the club.

"Let's dance!" Trucy announced.

"I think I'd like a little sit down first," Pearl replied, breathing in deeply.

"Oh, but Peeeeeaaaarrrls!" she pouted, grabbing hold of her hands. She stared at her with her big blue eyes.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

"Let's get you a drink then," she sighed, folding her arms across her chest and pouting again.

"Please not another tequila..."

"Okay... Do you like aniseed?"

"Oh, like those little sweets? I don't like those."

"Ack, no absinthe then," she shrugged, "What about coconut?"

"I like coconut!" she smiled, jumping a little.

"You sit down an' I'll get you a malibu and coke!"

Pearls had no idea how Trucy managed to stay so confident in this situation. Or any situation, for that matter. She'd been through many of the same hardships as herself, such as losing her parents, and probably even more, but she still remained so strong.

"Earth to Pearlsy, come in, Pearlsy!"

She blinked to see Trucy holding out a glass for her.

"You should try some of their vodka shots! One of the ones I tried back there tasted like cherry soda!"

"Thank you," she mumbled, blushing as she took the drink. She took a delicate sip. "Hmm, this is quite nice."

"Yeah, doesn't get you very drunk though," she sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "So, ready to dance yet?"

"I'll just sit here while I drink this..." she smiled, "But you can go dance on your own for a bit, if you want to."

"All right, just try not to..." she started. As a song came on, she was immediately distracted, "Oh my god, 'Guilty Love'! Come on, we have to dance to this!!!"

Without allowing Pearl to put up any fight, she dragged her onto the dance floor.
Pearl made a bashful attempt to dance along with the music. Trucy was performing vastly exaggerated air guitars.

"I can't believe my brother gets to fuck this guy!" she squealed.

Pearl practically had a heart attack. If it wasn't enough that Trucy had just used the f-word, she'd used in the context of two men sharing relations, something Pearl was still not entirely used to.

"Guilty, Love Love, Guilty Love!" Trucy sang/screeched, leaping onto one of the stages.

"Trucy!" Pearl squeaked.

"C'mon up, Pearls!" she invited, holding out her hand.

"I'm not quite ready yet... I'm happy just watching you..." she smiled lopsidedly.

"Okay, I'll dance reeeeeaaaaaal sexy for you!" she said with a wink.

Pearl sat back down and stared intently at the slightly younger girl. There was something... There was just something about her. The strength she'd pondered earlier, twinned with... well, everything else. She'd had these strange feelings for her for as long as they'd been friends. She could hardly stop looking at her when she was around and couldn't stop thinking about her when she wasn't. Trucy currently looked so... Nice? Cute? Sexy? Her big blue eyes shone excitedly and her brown hair bounced behind her in it's usual plait. She wore a black top hat instead of her usual blue one, matched with a tight-bodied black and white polka dot dress with flouncy skirting. She looked so different to everyone else. Whatever it was that she looked like, Pearl liked it. She felt an odd feeling of tension in her lap as she watched her. The girl was swinging her curvy hips, tapping her feet and performing odd hand gestures. Every so often, she'd do an odd move that involved shaking her medium-sized, yet perfectly rounded, breasts while shaking her fists and bending back and forward. Also, at moments, she'd catch Pearl's eye and give her a wink and a playful glimpse of tongue. The tension in her lap grew more and more unbearable.

Trucy's feelings weren't dissimilar. She'd adored her "BFF" Pearl since the moment her Daddy, or Nick as Pearl knew him, had introduced them. She just looked so soft and gentle... and her naïveté absolutely melted her heart. Dancing around the pole, she looked back at the girl in her white cotton dress and pink cardigan. She was chewing her nail again in that adorable way she did whenever she was feeling nervous. Sometimes, she wanted to just pull the thumb away and kiss her in the hope that she'd nibble her lip in the same way. Her shiny brown eyes were darting around the club, presumably looking for an exit. As much fun as Trucy was having, she couldn't bare to have her Pearl get this wound up when she wasn't the one intentionally winding her up. With a sigh, she slid down the pole and skipped over to her delicate friend.

"You feelin' okay, Pearl?" she asked with a comforting smile.

"Hmmm... I just have a really odd feeling... I can't describe it..."

"Like what?"

"Here," she said, taking Trucy's hand and placing it in her lap.

"Holy moly, Pearly!" she shrieked in surprise, moving it round to Pearl's hip, as a rare statement of decency.

"Is it wrong to feel this way?" she blushed.

"Jesus, Pearly!" Trucy whispered, climbing to straddle her lap and kiss her sloppily.

When finished, Pearl could only stare in shock for a while.

"And then the gates opened," Trucy sighed, attempting to be mysterious.

"I feel really wet now, feel," she announced, trying to place Trucy's hand again.

"Oh ho ho, young Pearls, you're not as innocent as you let on!" she laughed nervously, firmly putting her hand back on the hip. "This is a very public place and that would be considered indecent exposure... or something, I get my sex crimes muddled sometimes."

"Crime?! Trucy, I don't like it here anymore, can we go now?" she squeaked.

"Well, our bodies our totally saying yes," Trucy panted, trading Pearl's hip for her hand and running out of the club with her.

"Whaddayaknow," she panted, "That was the back door..."

"How did we manage to leave through the back door?" Pearl asked.

"Well, we're in an alley now..."

Pearl let out a deep breath. Before she could finish exhaling, Trucy had launched herself at her, pushing her to the wall for another kiss. Pearl had no objections for a while.

"Is it okay for us to do this?" she finally squeaked.

"Of course it is! I mean, Daddy and Mommy Edgeworth do this kind of thing in alleys and offices and empty court rooms all the time!" she assured her.

"But they're both guys!"

"And we're both girls!"

"Exactly..."

"Pearlsy, I promise, if you're okay with it, I can make you feel good..." Trucy sighed, holding Pearl's hands and giving her a soft grin.

"Well, if you put it like that..." she smiled, her blushing cheeks practically glowing in the pale light of a few distant street lamps.

"You won't regret this!" she beamed.

Softly, she started kissing her again, gently fumbling her hands over Pearl's quite flat chest. Pearl instinctively found herself nibbling lightly at Trucy's lip which elicited a small excited squeak.

Before long, one of Trucy's hands slid down to Pearl's thigh, stroking gently at the fabric of her dress before tracing her inner thigh with one finger, stopping at the white cotton panties. Pearl shuddered.

"Do you want me to stop? Are you okay?" Trucy whispered quickly.

"No! No... that was a good shudder!" she giggled breathlessly.

Trucy smiled broadly then continued. She traced invisible lines over the thin layer of fabric and giggled with delight each time Pearl wriggled involuntarily or moaned. If Pearl had been wet before, she was positively soaked now.

"You're crazy wet, Pearlsy!"

"Is... is that bad?" she asked.

"No, that's..." she panted, pressing their bodies closer together, practically sandwiching Pearl between the wall. She buried her face against her neck, planting countless desperate kisses. Her tracing finger waltzed upwards then down past the panties waistband. She continued, down through soft wispy hairs, until she reached a small spot of exceptional smoothness that caused Pearl to let out a small shriek.

"Good shriek?" Trucy whispered into her ear.

"Awesome shriek!" she replied, wrapping her arms around the shorter girls neck.

With this encouragement, Trucy rubbed at Pearl's clit a while longer, savouring each and every shudder and moan. When thoroughly satisfied with progress, she traced along Pearl's delicate, tight slit a moment before shallowly thrusting her finger inside.

Pearl straightened up and squealed in pain.

"It's okay, Pearlsy," Trucy comforted, kissing her neck gently. "Just be brave for a sec, 'kay?"

She nodded, but with eyes clenched shut and nails digging into Trucy's back.

Trucy wriggled her finger a little until Pearl seemed to calm down then started thrusting it slightly again. It didn't take too long for Pearl to really get into it.

"I think..." she panted, "I think I want you to go faster..."

So, she did. Trucy panted as she worked faster and harder, and Pearl, well, Pearl had managed to wrap her legs around Trucy's back and was thrusting her hips against her.

It wasn't long before Pearl felt like she was going to either explode or wet herself. She wasn't sure. She didn't want to say anything in fear of ruining the moment but everything just felt too intense.

"Fuck!!!" she squeaked before practically collapsing backwards into the wall.

Shocked and worn out, Trucy pulled out her finger and unfurled Pearl's legs from around her, guiding her feet back to the ground. She then wrapped her arms around her.

"That was... incredible!" she gasped.

"I know!" Trucy panted, "I can't believe you swore too!"

"It just felt so... hot!" she beamed, "God, my panties though... They're soaking wet!"

"Ah, I can help you there!" she announced, pulling off her hat. She said a few magic words (all of them crude) then pulled out a pair of blue and pink panties. "Ta-dah! You, Pearl Fey, may borrow my magic panties!"

"Okay, but only if I can borrow your magic fingers again soon!"

Trucy found herself blushing wildly.