Kiki sat chatting and smoking with the owner of Tea & Scones, a tea parlor with outdoor seating in a strip mall across the street from the entrance to the town's biggest shopping plaza. It was only 9:53 in the morning and nothing had opened yet. The remains of Kiki's first daiquiri of the day sat drying in a delicate teacup, served in that unusual vessel because the tea parlor did not have a liquor license.
They were talking about Kiki's reversal of fortune recently, how she had burned her bridges with the College faculty and got the President mad at her and how she wouldn't be invited to entertain at their sex parties again anytime soon. Kiki was upset at one level but she still grinned her trademark smile, with the ends of her mouth curled up, because she also saw the humor in the grim situation.
Kiki's short skirt was hiked up around her hips to give her beautiful shaved pussy an airing in plain view but nobody could see her crotch from the street because she was facing the building and the parlor was empty. Kiki's upper body was in the shade of an umbrella and protected from the summer sun, still rising in the sky. Kiki never sunbathed and rarely stripped down at the beach because she didn't want to age the pale, delicate complexion of her face or the creamy, veiny, almost translucent skin of her succulent breasts, but she liked for her slender legs to get a little sun for color because they were naturally so white.
Quinlan sat across from her, facing the street to make sure that nobody surprised them, and watching for their old high school friend Odette to come by. She was dressed in a long, dainty white frock with a high neck, a hemline down to her ankles, and lace trim. Like Kiki her knees were spread, her dress was pulled up to just below her knees, and her crotch was open to any breeze that came up between her legs, but because her dress was much longer than Kiki's, people on the street could not see up her skirt to bright red stylishly-decorated shaved pussy underneath.
Both Quinlan and Kiki believed that a woman's crotch needed air to stay clean and healthy. It certainly worked for them! Between them they must fuck three dozen men a week but their pussies always smelled fresh and tasted good.
Quinlan was an old friend of Kiki's from high school, like Odette a fellow townie, but much more aggressively bisexual than Kiki or Odette. She had a killer body with a strikingly narrow waist over generous hips and almost as stunning a face as Kiki. But Quinlan had tough-looking green eyes, a red-headed biker chick. Outside the tea parlor Quinlan usually dressed in a tight black tee-shirt that showed off her C-cup tits and their hard nipples and leather pants or black leather chaps she wore riding with her biker boyfriend Long Dong Silver and their pals. She liked to wear the chaps with nothing over her crotch at night or with her pussy barely covered by thin black panties during the day. This attire was in stark contrast to the frilly napkins, lace, and bone china of the tea parlor, which served little finger pastries and clotted cream with 32 different varieties of tea.
When Quinlan worked at the tea parlor, she took out her visible piercings and wore a virginal white dress with long sleeves that concealed her tattoos. As soon as the parlor opened, she would go in the back and put on white cotton panties, so if there was an accident nobody would see her shaved crotch and her clit hood ring with the dangling chain where she usually hung a bell. She changed the bell every few weeks and they were getting bigger and heavier since the original little silver tinkle bell. The one she had dangling from her pussy now was brass and an inch in diameter. It made her walk slowly, with a sexy swing to her hips.
Once the tea parlor opened, Quinlan would stop smoking, so the few legitimate customers who wandered into the generally empty tea parlor would not catch her doing something unwholesome.
From a business perspective, the tea parlor did not appear to be a particularly promising venture. Not surprisingly, a very proper tea room was not very popular among the hip college crowd, although quite a few clueless parents and alumni wandered in when they visited the College, especially during homecoming week, because it looked so quaint. It would have been quaint, except that it was used for money-laundering by several motorcycle gang members and was a useful cover for drop-off and pick-up for pot distribution. The commissions for both earned Quinlan's tea room a lot of cash off the books, a steady stream of laundered cash they could pass off as revenue for open use, and more weed than she and her friends could smoke. The ironclad rules were, everything out of sight and no dealing on the premises! That was why Quinlan worked there most days – to keep a steady green eye on the gang's business.
