I lay still and quiet, pensive, studying the way the morning light cast a golden glow upon Tiffany's wavy blonde locks. Her hair was down, free and natural, mussed from sleep and midnight passions.
"Updo girl," I mused, remembering how I had first come to think of her.
I smiled. Now she was just Tif, and we were lovers. I snuggled in more closely against her. We were both naked and I lay with my face against her neck. It was one week after the gang bang assignment with Victoria.
Tiffany had returned a day after that night.
I had told her everything.
We had spent the past week in relative seclusion with each other, spending the nights together in her room. We had been given "time off" to recover from our activities.
I think that Tif probably had more fun frolicking around the Caribbean than I had experienced at Victoria's beck and call. I had kept my directed appointment at the medical facility downstairs, and I now sported a sexy new tongue stud. Just as Brentwood had said, there was little recovery time after the procedure. I was adjusting to the feel of it. My speech was still a little affected, but I would soon overcome that. Its presence would soon be a trifle, more normal than not.
Tif certainly enjoyed it last night when my face was buried between her thighs.
She had said afterward that the feel of me flicking the stud against her clit, coupled with the image of me that she played in her mind while I licked her, drove her wild. Apparently it was a "hot button" for her.
I once again wore my intimate chain, connected between the piercing in my navel and in my clit hood.
My clue that Tif was awake too was an affectionate whisper from her as she slid one hand down to rest it upon my hip.
"Hey you," she said.
"Mmm..." I murmured.
"We need to find Victoria's weakness. Everyone has one, or more than one," she said.
"Victoria's secret, I wonder what it is," I said.
We both laughed softly.
"But, yes, I agree, though we have to be very careful. I don't want to risk Jos, or you," I said.
Tif spoke again.
"What about the Masquerade, and Brentwood? You said that she said not to choose me over her publicly. I think she probably meant something like refusing her something openly with others present, especially if it involves me. Inviting me instead of her might not violate her rules... Fuck, I hate this Vi. I wish I could fix it, but I can't think of a way without risking your migration partner," she said.
"I know," I whispered, playing my fingers against her stomach.
I started to slide my hand lower, but paused, sensing that the mood might not be right.
"And what the hell is it with her peeing on you or peeing in your mouth. Do you think it's a fetish she has, or is she doing it just to humiliate you?" Tif asked.
"A little of both I think," I replied.
"But you like a lot of what she does, don't you?" Tif coaxed.
"Yes, you know I do. I don't know why - it's just how I am, but I don't care about her. I care about you, a lot..." I said.
Tif hugged me.
"I care about you a lot too. Maybe we have a future together after this is all over - when our debt is paid, I mean," she said.
I replied, "I think I would like that very much. We have about ten years to get through before then though..."
We kissed.
"I smell... pussy," Tif said.
"Sorry," I said. "I..."
"Don't be," she whispered. "It's fucking hot."
We kissed more deeply and Tif suckled my tongue.
"I love that stud. Remind me to send a thank you note to Brentwood," Tif teased.
"And we both smell like pussy," she cooed softly.
"Let's shower then, and maybe get something to eat. No pun intended!" I said, kissing the tip of her nose.
"Sounds good," Tif said enthusiastically.
She slipped from bed, pulling me playfully along behind her.
"What's mine is yours, as long as you're mine," she said, turning her head to glance at me with her expressive green eyes.
"I'm yours," I said. "No matter what else happens or who it happens with... I just hope that you are strong enough to keep wanting me."
The shower was awesome. One thing that could be said for our apartment building was that it offered excellent water pressure, and a seemingly endless volume of hot water. We soaped each other and rinsed, playing our hands over each other's bodies. Shampooing each other's hair was next, with a few shoulder kisses added for affection. One thing lead to another and I soon found myself backed up against one wall of the shower with three of Tif's fingers pushed up inside my pussy.
Her thumb danced delightfully over my clit.
I was squirming, and rocking my hips against her efforts.
She took control - the way she knew I liked it, and she pinned me firmly between her and the shower wall. Tif was about four inches taller than me, stronger and more voluptuous.
I was the lithe dancer and she was the leggy bombshell.
She began to truly ravish me. Her fingers and thumb were relentless in and against my sex, bringing me roughly to a hard sharp climax.
I whimpered and clung with my arms around her neck as my pussy clenched on her fingers again and again, until I went limp against her.
"That's my girl," she murmured. "I like it when you cum for me."
I hugged her a little more tightly.
"Thank you," I whispered.
Along with a toothbrush, I had stashed some clean panties and a few basic items of clothing in Tif's room. Most of the time I did not wear wear a bra unless for something formal or when the bra itself was my outer wear. For outer wear, I usually opted for a bralette.
We talked while we dressed.
"Victoria has her little clique, and connections spread throughout Chalis; otherwise, she wouldn't know what she knows and she wouldn't be able to make the threats she makes. We need to learn her network - who she deals with, and whether they are allies or pawns in her game. As the saying goes, knowledge is power," she said.
What do you think?" Tif asked.
I replied, "I think that we can't let her suspect anything. It will take time, and we will need to be consummate actresses in order to outsmart her. Either that, or we will need to get really lucky..."
