Amy Lee (Bisexual version of)

Amy came out of the room and closed the door behind her.
"You look stunning," Angelina said to her softly, "As always," she muttered quickly, before blushing slightly and walking quickly down the corridor. Amy followed her, trying to keep up with her pace, and trying not to grin to much at the compliment Angelina had just payed her. As she walked her mind wandered, she realised she must be dreaming. She had only ever met Angelina in her dreams before.... yet this was real. She felt a shiver run down her spine. She followed Angelina through a set of double doors and gasped at the sight - and the sound. There was a huge throng of dancers, and the music was almost deafing, yet it was brilliant music.
"Ah, I love this song, I think I'll go and dance," Angelina said, almost to her self, before walking into the dancers. A small circle former round her as she began to dance, and Amy's jaw dropped yet again, she was a stunning dancer. The way she moved her hips - her whole body - it was almost hypnotic. Angelina turned towards Amy and gestured for her to come down as the circle around her dispursed back into a throng around her. Amy shook her head, feeling foolish and child-like. Angelina put her hands on her hips, then strode over to Amy, the crowd parting for her without ever realising she was there. She grabbed Amy by the hand and leant into her,
"Come on, I want you to dance for me... Now," she half whispered half growled into Amy's ear. She leant back and looked at Amy, a seductive yet commanding look on her face. Amy nodded wordlessly, feeling helpless yet incredibly horny at the same time, a huge bubble of lust inside of her. They moved to the center of the dance floor and the next track came on. Angelina began to dance, and Amy felt useless again, not quite sure what to do. Angelina came up close to her and put her arms round her neck, her body touching Amy's, so she was forced to move with her.
"Put you're arms round me, move with me...." Angelina said to her. Amy did as she was asked without any arguement. She was being submissive, and she didn't know why. She felt so helpless, yet it felt so good to feel so helpless. Angelina pressed herself closer to Amy, so she had no choice but to move with her, and feel another womans breasts against her own. Even though Amy hadn't done anything like this before, never been this close to a woman in such a sex related way, she didn't feel uncomfortable. Although she felt a little nervous, she enjoyed the sensation of being intimate with a woman. They danced together for several tracks, attracting the attention of many men - and women - who were dancing around them. Though people were dancing in a sexy way, no one was dancing like they were. It didn't seem to matter here they were famous - Angelina wasn't worried at all. Amy then reminded herself this was Angelinas home, so these people we're probably all friends.
"Amy, come with me...." Angelina said, turning quickly and pushing her way out of the dancers. Amy followed, keen to be whereever Angelina was. They went out into a small backroom, which had nothing but a sofa againts one of the bare brick walls. "It's my rest room, when I get tierd of dancing," Angelina said, explaining the simplicity of the room. The music was still loud in this room, yet it was drowned out enough by the thick doors they had come through to be able to talk at a normal level. Angelina turned to face Amy, then yet again put her arms round her neck, while forcing her to walk backwards untill she was pressed against the wall by the door. Amy could see the sweat on Angelina's face, each single bead of it, because her face was so close.
"You're so amazing...." Angelina muttered, before leaning in and kissing Amy. Amy's hands almost automatically came up and held Angelina's head. Amy very slightly opened her mouth, while all the while feeling slightly numb with the weirdness of everything. Angelina's tounge dove into Amy's mouth, and it was fierce, controllling, yet somehow gentle and loving. Angelina pulled away suddenly and grabbed Amy by the wrists, forcing her to go over onto her back on the sofa. She climbed ontop of her, putting Amy's hands above her head. She leant down and kissed Amy quickly, before running her hands down Amy's front, then pulling her top up and off over her head. Her hands moved swiftly yet gentley across Amy's body. She reached behind her and un-did her bra, and took it off, revealing Amy's milky-white breasts. Angelina lent down and ran her tounge round one of Amy's nipples. Amy let out a soft wimper, and feeling foolish blushed slightly. A smile played across Angelina's lips.
"Having fun?" She smirked at Amy. Amy said nothing, and just smiled, not knowing quite what to do with herself. She wondered why she didn't feel more ashamed, lying semi-naked infront of a woman she had dreamed about for months. Angelina spread Amy's leg's and knelt between them, then pulled the zip on her top down so it was by her belly-button. Angelina ran her hand up the inside of Amy's thigh, pressing it againt's the wetness of her pants briefly before running her hand back up Amy's body and across her breasts. Angelina lent forwards again and kissed Amy deeply. There tounges met in a furious battle of lust and passion. Angelina pulled back suddenly.
"I'll be back in a moment, I'm going to introduce you to someone. Don't move...." she said lazyily before leaving the room. Amy lay there feeling foolish, her legs spread and her top and bra lying on the floor beside the sofa, yet she didn't move.