After two hours of wild lesbian sex, Gwen and Cassandra were starting to feel sated, at least for the time being. But sating their immediate lust awoke a new kind of lust, the lust that the lesbian virus puts in all of its victims: to spread it even further.
Cassandra looked down at Gwen, who was nibbling at her tits. "Hey, Gwen?" asked Cassandra.
Gwen looked up and asked, "Yes?"
"Would you be interested in...having more girls in on this?" asked Cassandra.
Gwen wiped her mouth and said, "Not at all. I was wondering when you were going to ask."
"Well, I can think of a few places where we could look for more girls," said Cassandra as she got off the bed and started dressing herself.
"Had anything in mind?" asked Gwen as she started getting dressed too.
"What about that pizza place you work at?" asked Cassandra.
"Goths in a pizza parlor?" asked Gwen, "I don't think that could work."
"It would if the management was more...open-minded," said Cassandra.
"Hmm...I know a cafe where we'd definitely find the right people," said Gwen.
"Don't you think cafes are a bit cliche?" asked Cassandra.
"It's as good a place as any," said Gwen.
A short time later, Gwen was back in her sexy, black dress. Cassandra was more fully clothed with a black shirt with a colorful skull on it under her corset and a black mini-skirt to go with her high boots. Cassandra was obviously a more perky kind of goth than her girlfriend. But that didn't matter to either of them. What mattered was spreading the virus and creating more lesbian goths.