Sheridan shouldered her way towards the dance floor, Dawn and Sharon right behind her. It took a while for them to calm down their friend and even when they were convinced that she was okay to go off on her own, they still tailed her, as all good friends should. They totally understood Sheridan's behavior, they themselves felt badly for this woman named Keef. They knew that Danni had really got to their friend with her crack about being a whore. In fact, they were a little surprised at how quickly they talked Sheridan down from her anger.

The blonde stood before the stage, seeking out a good space next to a woman with potential. Every so often, she'd get angry and have to take a deep breath to calm herself. I can't let that fuck get to me! she'd remind herself. Who the hell does she think she is? I'd just love to meet this Keef and walk her in circles around that redheaded bitch.

Sheridan fucked women on a nightly basis, so it would seem ridiculous of her to be so upset over this stranger, Keef, being disrespected but Sheridan Landers never disrespected women. The women she fucked wanted to be fucked and she never did anything to them that they didn't want to be done. She never forced anyone and she never crossed any lines. She respected women as a gender and it pissed her off to see one get hurt or played for a fool. There had been plenty of times she herself was almost thrown out of the club -- her home away from home -- for protecting a crying female from a disrespectful woman.

With her two very conspicuous tails, Sheridan climbed up on the stage and took a deep breath. Soon the anger dissipated and the throbbing bass took over. Her hips began to move, followed by her body as she danced rather aggressively to the beat. This is what she needed, her mind becoming a blank as she moved, sporadically singing out loud to the music.

Dawn and Sharon flanked her on the stage, each one ready for trouble. They knew their friend was lost in the music and, in effect, vulnerable to Susan and her bitch. Two pairs of eyes scanned the packed club for any sign of the two women.

Dawn slowly inched her way behind Sheridan to stand by Sharon's side. "I don't see them, do you?"

"Nope, but there's Marie... look at her go!"

Both women took a good look around one more time and deemed it safe for them to go harass Marie. With a final glance at Sheridan, both women had to laugh at the display of dirty dancing their friend was putting on with an attractive brunette.

"Well, she's busy, let's go bother Marie," Dawn said with a chuckle.

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Keefer paced the living room, picking at the matchbook nervously. What do I do when I get there? she wondered. What if she sees me? What if it's a hole in the wall kind of place where every one looks at you when the door opens? She sat down on the couch and bounced her leg. "Feefs, should I go? Should I go see what this woman looks like? Should I even bother?" the tall woman sighed out loud. You know you want to see what Danni finds so attractive. Why put it off? "What do I wear?" she said as she ran to the bedroom. She quickly threw on jeans and a tight blue T-shirt and looked herself over in the mirror. "I look like a tramp! Everything's so tight!" She turned around and looked at her ass. "Well, what exactly should I look like when I'm going out to catch my girlfriend cheating on me?" Keefer was becoming frustrated. "You look fine. It's not like you're going out to pick up someone. You don't even know how to pick someone up," she told her reflection. Running a hand through her hair, a thought came to her. Bullshit. You knew just what to do with that obnoxious, yet adorable, construction worker. Blue eyes went wide. "Now why'd you have to go and bring her up?" she yelled at the voice in her head. "I haven't thought about her in hours. Now look at what you did!" she pointed to her hardening nipples in the mirror. What if she's there? I know she wants me. A huge grin spread across her face and Keefer shook her head violently. "Oh no, Keef, two wrongs don't make a right. Just because Danni's cheating, doesn't mean you should," her eyes narrowed. Yeah, but she wants me... and I want her. Just admitting that to herself caused the now familiar pulsations between her legs. The tall woman's heart beat loudly. "What if she is there? What do I do?" Oh, come off it. What are the chances that the woman you've been fantasizing about is in the same club that your girlfriend is cheating on you in? One last look in the mirror and Keefer left the room to pace in the living room again, debating even further with herself.

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Wanda sat on the toilet tank, legs spread, one hand holding her bunched up skirt against her stomach, the other clutching a fist full of Sheridan's hair. "Oh, fuck yes..." she whispered as three fingers speared in and out of her, hard and fast.

Sheridan stood, straddling the toilet bowl, her mouth glued to a nipple. The anger she felt before was slowly leaking out as she fucked Wanda and the woman was no worse for the wear, despite the aggression. She egged Sheridan on with words of encouragement, groans of approval and yanks on her hair. The rhythmic thumping of the toilet tank against the wall made the blonde's nostrils flare.

"Yeah, baby, harder... come on..."

Sheridan grunted and chewed Wanda's nipple, adding a fourth finger, pumping faster and harder than she thought possible. She needed this, she was so hot, Wanda was making her so hot. She needed relief of her own and would have to wait until she finished with Wanda to get any. She felt as if her clit were on fire and there was nothing to ease the burning.

"Fuck yeah, baby..." a hoarse whisper blew right into the blonde's ear. "I'm gonna come..."

Sheridan groaned. This was what it was all about, making women come. She never felt more of a rush then when a woman quaked around her fingers, knowing she was the reason for their pleasure. She planted her feet and growled as sharp fingernails dug into her neck. She smiled triumphantly as Wanda came, shaking quietly in the public bathroom, biting her lip to hold back the sounds. Not that it mattered; Sheridan could hear another couple going at it in the next stall.

Not a second after Wanda caught her breath Sheridan was tearing open her belt in hopes of retaliation. She didn't know why she was so turned on, but she was, and she needed to come. She stopped at the button on her leathers and stared into hungry brown eyes. "You up for this? I promise it won't be long."

"Sure, baby..." Wanda cooed. "Drop them leathers and let me take care of you."

Just as Wanda's warm hand touched Sheridan's hot sex, a voice came from the next stall, "Oh yeah... Danni..."

Sheridan grimaced and tried to block the voices out of her mind. She grabbed Wanda's wrist and pushed her fingers harder. She was right there.

"God, Suz... that's so fuckin' hot."

Green eyes squeezed shut and Sheridan thought for a split second to cover her ears. She jerked her pelvis frantically; she was so close she could touch it.

"I bet Keefer doesn't touch you like this."

Keefer? Her name is Keefer? Well that would explain Keef, now wouldn't it? Stop, Sher! There's a woman fucking you!

"Oh, Sheridan, you're so wet, so ready..."

I wonder what Keefer looks like. I mean... that's an unusual name. She's probably unusual, too. Then again, mothers don't know what their kids are going to grow up looking like when they name them. Keefer could be gorgeous! Hell, she could be better than that bitchy inspector! Once the thought came, it wouldn't go away. Ohhh yeah, now that's a woman I wouldn't mind bending over this toilet...

"Hello? Earth to Sheridan," Wanda snapped her fingers in the blonde's face.

Sheridan had the good graces to blush. "Uh, sorry," she pulled up her pants and looked at the floor. "I, uh, got distracted," she apologized lamely.

"Well, anyone would with the noises from the next stall." Wanda banged on the wall. "Keep it down in there, we're trying to fuck!"

Sheridan laughed. "You okay? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh, no, I liked it. Thank you," the brown-eyed woman bent over and kissed Sheridan sweetly. "I'm just sorry things didn't work out in your favor."

"No problem. I'm good." Yeah, right. As soon as you walk out of this stall, I'll have my hands down my pants so fast... "I'll see you later? I gotta pee."

As soon as Wanda left the stall, the blonde opened her pants and leaned on the wall. She could see the tall brunette smirking at her, her nipples poking through the T-shirt she wore that day, hear her smoky voice flowing over her, giving her goosebumps. She was so close again in seconds.

"Oooohhhh, Dannniiii!"

FUCKING SHIT! Sheridan pulled up her pants and kicked the wall to the adjoining stall repeatedly before stomping out of the bathroom entirely.

Dawn was waiting in the bathroom line and wasn't the least surprised to see Sheridan, it was her furious frown that surprised her. "What the fuck happened?"

"Danni happened." Realizing she'd really have to elaborate and not wanting to even try, she shook her head. "Nothing. I'm fine. Blue balls," she adopted a pained expression and limped out to the giggles of the women in line.

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Keefer waited outside the club for almost an hour, hiding behind a van, watching as people came and went, none of them Danni. None of them Sheridan. She was floored by the size of this club, she knew there was no way Danni could see her in a place this big and, by the amount of cars parked nose to fender for blocks around, she imagined it was packed. Every so often when the doors would open, a cloud of smoke would billow out, she'd hear the loud music and sounds of people laughing and talking. The tall woman would grimace at the sounds, knowing she'd be miserable if she went inside and had to hear that banging bass beat up close and inhale the lungfulls of second-hand smoke.

There was a line of private car services around the corner from the entrance, all waiting patiently for their turn at the head of the line. She contemplated jumping in one and running home a few times, but stopped herself. She knew she wanted to do this. The problem was -- she wasn't sure if it was Danni or Sheridan she was hoping to find inside the loud, smoky club.

"Okay, Keef, it's now or never."

The tall brunette straightened up and walked towards the door. While standing there, willing her hand to touch the handle, the door flew open and two women spilled into the street, separating on either side of her as they passed.

"Whoa... maybe I should re-think this going home thing."

One woman ogled Keefer openly and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Come on, Casanova... Sorry, hon, she's a bit drunk," the other woman smiled and dragged her tipsy friend away.

Keefer stepped into the darkness and stood there, waiting for her eyes to adjust. She wore a sour expression, instantly hating the loud music and the smoke that was sure to stick to her hair and clothing. She took the steps down into the club hesitantly, stopped at the doorman and smiled weakly.

"Ten dollars cover."

The tall woman wiggled her fingers into her pants pocket and produced a ten-dollar bill. She grinned at her luck. A large man grabbed her hand and she almost bolted, but calmed as she watched the man stamp the inside of her wrist with a loud purple smudge that was sure to mean something. "Thank you," she managed, before slinking away towards the large doorway that led into the dance floor.

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A very irritable blonde construction worker stared daggers into the back of Susan's head. Sheridan leaned on the bar and fumed. Leave it to them to screw up a perfectly good wank. She grumbled to herself. She felt uncomfortable and wet in her panties and wondered if she should just leave when Danni turned and met her eyes. The smirk that Sheridan saw was enough to make her visibly cringe. She gave her the finger and turned her back to the couple.

Sharon squeezed in next to the blonde and gave her a curious eye. "What's up? Dawn tells me you got screwed?"

"Nah, she wanted to and everything... never mind," Sheridan frowned; she was really getting into that fantasy about the tall inspector. This ain't over, she promised herself.

"Okay, now why the grin, Sybil?"

"Oh, nothing, just thinking," the blonde evaded answering.

"It must be good, cuz a second ago I thought you were going to kill somebody."

"And I would have too, but jail just ain't my gig," she snickered. "I have no intention of being anybody's bitch."

"Oh yeah, you'd go over real big!" the cop agreed with a rapid nod.

Dawn waved frantically on her way over to the two women. She apparently had something very important to say and made a scene all the way through the club.

"What the fuck is she flapping around about?" Sharon asked with a chuckle.

"Beats the hell outta me," Sheridan shrugged and for a split second thought she caught a glimpse of the very woman she'd been fantasizing about. Whoa, creepy... she shook it off and turned to see what Dawn's commotion was about.

"Guys, you gotta see this!" she dragged the two women towards the doorway and when they were close enough she pointed, "There, by the cigarette machine..."

Sheridan paled; her heart beat in her throat.

"Holy shit... baby... come to papa!" Sharon made a rude gesture with her hips.

"Oh, no... I saw her first... that one is MINE!" Dawn shook her head and folded her arms in defiance.

"Uh, Sher, pipe up any time now..." Sharon elbowed her friend who appeared to be stricken. "Sher, you okay?"

"Uh, yeah... and nobody's going after her," she said, never taking her eyes from the woman in question.

"No way, Jose. You get every single fucking good looking woman that walks into this place. This one's mine," Dawn protested.

"I said, fuck off. I... know her." Good one, Sher, she mentally slapped herself.

"What the hell else is new!" Sharon threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.

"Hey, I don't mind sloppy seconds," Dawn chuckled.

Sheridan snarled and back-handed Dawn in the stomach, "I said, lay off!"

Both friends raised eyebrows at this. Sheridan never minded sharing before. This was very unusual. Protective even. Sharon shrugged and mouthed 'back off' to Dawn who nodded and mouthed the word 'wow'.

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Blue eyes carefully scanned the sea of women for her girlfriend. She had never seen so many women in one place at the same time and it overwhelmed her. She stood half hidden behind the cigarette machine, in hopes that Danni might be within range. She was aware of a whole lot of club left for her to scan, but was reluctant to move from her safe spot. She was afraid to find Danni, but needed to also. With this many women in one place, maybe Sheridan is here... A blush began to creep up her neck at her spontaneous thought. Oh, please, there's got to be more than one gay club in all of New York. Now, find Danni and get out. The tall woman crept slowly towards the gaping doorway, unaware she was scaring the shit out of a small, blonde construction worker.

Dawn jumped as Sheridan ducked behind her. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked in confusion.

"I don't want her to see me," she said quickly and panicked.

"Alright, Sher... what did you do to her? Better yet, is she looking for you?"

"No, nothing; I never touched her. I have no idea who she's looking for." Sheridan watched closely as the expressions changed on the inspector's face. She could have sworn she saw a blush and liked the way it looked. Taking a good long look from behind her friend, she narrowed her eyes at the tight shirt the tall woman was wearing. As she snuck out from behind the cigarette machine, Sheridan was treated to the long, denim-covered legs and the ass she so fondly remembered.

Sharon stared openly at Sheridan. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. "Who is this woman to you?" she asked, dying of curiosity.

"No one. I mean, she's an inspector with OSHA, she came to the job site the other day." The blonde snuck behind Sharon now.

Keefer scanned to the left slowly, her stomach in knots, afraid at what she'd see. Then it happened; there, leaning on the speaker cabinet was Danni, thoroughly engrossed in sucking some woman's face off. So. That's Susan.

Green eyes took in the sudden change of expression and she felt a twisting in her gut. She knew that look and what it meant. Where is the bitch; I'll fuck her up! She followed the tall woman's pained gaze and gasped out loud. It can't be... She double-checked, even going so far as to step in the inspector's line of vision and see for herself. Danni?? She looked once more at the tall brunette who looked as if she was stabbed in the guts. THAT'S KEEF!?

"Sher, what's up? Where you going?"

Before Sheridan knew it, her legs had propelled her in Danni's direction. Without her knowledge, her hand shot out and grabbed Danni by the hair. "You fucking piece of shit!" she spat, her left hand, again without her knowledge, came up at the speed of light and her fist connected with Danni's face. Susan screamed, Sheridan screamed louder. "You goddamned worthless scumbag..." before she had the chance to strike again, Sharon's hand was wrapped around her bicep, holding her from doing any further damage.

Keefer watched in total shock at the scene unfolding before her eyes. Not only was the blonde construction worker in the club, she was beating up Danni! Why? What happened? How do they know each other? God, please don't tell me Danni's kissing her girlfriend! The tall woman couldn't move, she was rooted to the spot and could only watch in shock as another woman intervened and held the construction worker back.

"Have you totally lost your fucking mind?" Sharon screamed in Sheridan's face.

"You broke my nose! You little shit! You broke my fucking nose!" Danni spat blood onto the floor and shook herself off as Sheridan loosened her grip.

"What the hell was that all about?" Dawn yelled.

"Fuck off! Both of you," Sheridan was shaking with anger. She grabbed Danni by the front of her shirt and dragged her away leaving Sharon to comfort the screaming Susan as Dawn ran after Sheridan.

Keefer watched with wide eyes and a pounding heart as Sheridan dragged Danni in her direction. She felt as if she may throw up. Danni was bleeding badly. The small blonde had fire in her eyes and although it frightened the hell out of her, she felt a small twinge of excitement.

"Does this belong to you?" Sheridan bit out through clenched teeth.

Keefer nodded mutely, looking into those wild green eyes had her mesmerized.

"Do you want it any more?" the blonde's nostrils flared.

Keefer shook her head in the negative.

"Danni, apologize to this woman... NOW!" Sheridan tightened her hold on Danni's shirt and the redhead gasped for air.

Keefer felt light headed, she wasn't sure it was from the blood or from Sheridan.

"NOW, you fucking worthless shit."

"Sher... easy!" Dawn worried.

"I'm sorry, Keefer..." Danni sobbed pathetically. "I love you... please, we have to talk... please..."

"That's enough." The construction worker shook Danni to shut her up and watched closely as Keefer seemed to shrug. "Do you want her back?" she asked hesitantly.

"No."

Sheridan felt a shiver slide up her spine with that one word.

"Please, Keef... I'm sorry... I love you..."

"Shut up! You don't love me. I want you out, Danni. I never want to see you again," Keefer raised her voice and Danni's eyes went wide.

Green eyes twinkled at the bleeding woman and Danni became furious. "You're fucking her, aren't you? That's what this is all about! You're fucking the club tramp!"

Before she knew what happened, Keefer slapped Danni across her bleeding face... hard.

"Good for you," Sheridan commended. "Shall I get rid of her?"

"Yes, please, she's making me nauseous," Keefer smirked.

Susan finally broke free of Sharon's grasp and ran into Danni's arms.

"Are you going to walk or am I throwing you out on your ass?" Sheridan asked with a cocky grin.

Keefer shivered this time.

"Get off of me and I'll go," Danni sniffled, shook loose from Sheridan's grasp and disappeared into the crowd with Susan in tow.

Keefer and Sheridan looked at each other in silence for long moments, neither knowing what to say.

Sharon yanked Dawn by the elbow and the truck driver reluctantly allowed herself to be pulled away from the unusual scene.

"Uhm... are you okay?" Sheridan asked quietly.

"I think so. I mean... I knew it was happening..." Keefer trailed off.

"You just had to see for yourself. I understand."

Keefer nodded her gaze traveling to the muscular, leather-clad legs of her savior. "Thank you."

"Please, I hated that bitch from the moment I laid eyes on her... uh, what I mean is..."

"You know her? How long?" Keefer asked with tears in her eyes.

"Since... well... since Susan." Sheridan felt awful. This beautiful woman was hurting and she wanted to make it better. "Look, I'm really sorry. I don't know what to say to make you feel better."

The tall woman shrugged. "You know, today didn't start out half bad. It's tonight that really sucked." Why is she looking at me like that? God, those leather pants! Hey... you're supposed to be heart broken!

Sheridan raised an eyebrow as she watched the blue gaze travel up her thighs for the second time. "Well, are you okay to drive home alone, Keefer?" It was the first time she said the name out loud and it made her tingle in her stomach.

"I don't drive. I took a car service." Keefer melted at the way Sheridan said her name.

"Let me give you a lift. You're pretty tall but I think I can fold you into my car," the blonde smiled devilishly.

Keefer felt her knees weaken. I don't know... in a car alone with this one... and that smile... "Okay." What??

The construction worker grinned from ear to ear, "Come on, let's get out of here." She took Keefer by the hand and marveled at the softness of her fingers compared to the roughened calluses of her own.

Keefer just tried to concentrate on breathing; the mere touch of Sheridan Landers made her excruciatingly wet. She had no idea how she was going to make it home without the small blonde smelling her.

To be continued...in Part 5