The Popcorn Incident Pt 03

(Author's Note - Hi everyone, I hope you are enjoying this series! I believe this part makes up for the lack of sexual activity in Part 2. Please feel free to rate and comment as usual! - Chloe)

DAY THREE

The next morning, Zoe woke me with another cup of coffee. She was wearing just a tee-shirt and a pair s skimpy knickers, while I'd slept naked as usual.

"We're going swimming again this morning, want to join us?" she asked, sitting on my bed.

"Sure, as long as Chloe doesn't want another bloody race!"

"Oh, it was fun watching you two though. You really were neck and neck, it was amazing."

I gazed out the window to be met with a typical English summer's day. Rain.

"Weather looks crap today, doesn't it?" she said.

"Did you have plans for us?"

"Nothing that can't wait till tomorrow. Supposed to be a nice day tomorrow. I think today might be just us three hanging out in the hotel together."

I smiled. "Sounds good. Let me go get ready and I'll meet you in the lounge in 5 minutes."

We were able to do our 4 sets of 10 laps, despite there being more people in the pool this morning. We swam for the fun of it, keeping pace with Zoe so we all finished at the same time.

When we hit the showers, Chloe said, "Oh, don't bother washing your hair. I'm going to be doing mine and Zoe's upstairs, and I can do yours too if you'd like?" There was a short gasp from Zoe when she heard this. What the hell, I thought, here was an opportunity to sample Chloe's skills!

"Sure, that would be nice!" I said.

"YAY!" yelped Zoe.

I went and got changed, while Chloe washed her own hair over the sink with Zoe's "help" (her words). I put on some lounge shorts and a tee-shirt. After ten minutes, Chloe popped out of her room, wearing a robe and her hair wrapped in a towel, making her way to the kitchen sink.

"Come over here, Rachael. There's more room and the sink is deeper." She laid out a couple of towels and a bottle of shampoo and conditioner. I moved into the kitchen space and stood next to her. She reached up and touched my hair, sliding her hand into it til she made contact with my nape. Then she levered me forward, over the sink. Kept lowering me until my whole head was down there and my hair was hanging forward.

I could sense that Zoe had moved to sit in a chair, watching from the side.

"Rachael, it's possible that you might find this quite sensuous. Erotic, even. I just want you to know that we're all friends here and if you feel the need to touch yourself, that it's okay to do so."

"Okay, yeah, sure," I chuckled. As if!

"What about me, Miss Chloe?" asked Zoe.

"No. No touching until it's your turn." I'm sure, again, I heard her whimper.

I felt Chloe reach over and turn on the tap, which had a hose extension on it. Then her hand on the back of my head and started soaking down my hair.

It did feel nice, the flow of water through my hair, giving it weight, making it hang down so I could see it. I felt Chloe's fingers sliding through, over and over. I'll admit it felt nice but that was all.

The water was turned off and I heard her grab the shampoo bottle. She must have poured some in her palms because the next I felt was her hands, either side of my head, sliding into my hair, working the length through them.

"Won't be much lather on this wash, because of all the chlorine," murmured Chloe, "so this will be a relatively short shampoo before we rinse and repeat."

She wasn't wrong. I could tell that my hair had all but absorbed the shampoo and it wasn't long before she started to rinse. I was horrified, at first, when i saw the water was running almost black! But then I realised it was a dark purple colour and she was using a shampoo designed for blondes.

Chloe turned off the tap and I felt her pick up the shampoo again. This time I felt it being poured directly onto the back of my hair, and through the overhanging curtain of it. I heard Zoe make a cooing sound nearby.

"That looks amazing, Rachael!" she said. I kept quiet because I felt Chloe's hands start to press into my scalp.

It was an amazing feeling, the way she touched me. It felt warm, and comforting, the way her palms pushed and slid over my head. There was a lot of lather now, tinged purple. It slid off my hair in big suds that slapped into the sink. Chloe was pressing against me as she leant over, her hands sliding in and out of my hair. It was rhythmic, pulsing, and every now and then her palms would slide over my ears, which are one of my weak spots. I felt warm and safe and, yes, a little aroused. Then, she changed tact. Instead of her whole hands working me, she started to use just the balls of her fingertips. They slowly slipped and slid over my scalp, suddenly pivoting and changing direction. It felt like they were everywhere at once. They felt like little ballerinas, pirouetting through my hair and I felt my body respond.

Once more, Chloe changed tact, and pressed her body more into my back. I could hear Zoe's breathing, there were little whimpers hidden within it. I thought, but wasn't sure, that Chloe might have opened her robe, as I imagined the feel of her breasts pressing into me. Part of me really wanted to respond to her. Part of me wanted to touch myself now. Chloe's thumbs were firmly pressed into my nape muscles and her fingers were stretching out and in. This felt more forceful, like a pumping motion, making my head bob in time with her fingers.

"Oh my God, Miss Chloe..." whimpered Zoe.

"No." was all Chloe said. It was interesting to hear the mistress in her, chastising my sister!

Meanwhile, I realised I was getting wet. I was pressing my thighs together and could feel it. It came as a relief then, when Chloe started the final rinse, soaking my hair and sliding off all the foam. She took her time, sliding her hand over and over until I could see the water running off my hair was clear. Then I was smothered with the towel, before she wrapped up my hair in a neat turban and slowly helped me to stand.

Chloe had a bemused look on her face.

I nodded, and chuckled, "Wow. Just...wow."

"Oh my God, Rachael you're soaked!" gasped Zoe. I looked down and my shorts had a very large wet spot. I looked at her own cotton shorts, which were even worse.

"You can bloody talk!" I laughed. I moved over to swap places with her, and we brushed together briefly. I felt her warmth and she felt mine, just for a second.

"How are you, mistress?" Zoe asked as she got close to Chloe. Chloe took her hand and pressed it to her groin, making Zoe gasp again. Suddenly, Chloe spun Zoe around, so her back was to her, and she was facing me.

"Are you ready, slut?" she purred in Zoe's ear. She was stroking her curls, digging her fingers into them.

"Y-yes Mistress!" Zoe whimpered. I realised was a true voyeur now, a witness to their intimate mistress/sub relationship.

Chloe spoke directly to me.

"Does your sister look ready, Rachael?" she smiled. I nodded, slowly, looking into Zoe's eyes.

"She looks wet. Aroused. I think she enjoyed watching you shampoo me. I think she got wet when you told her she couldn't touch herself."

Chloe smiled at me.

"Seems you are ready, slut. Over you go." She held Zoe's hair and moved her in front of the sink, then pushed her forward till she was as bent over as I was.

This was different again to my experience at the sink. Chloe wasn't rough but controlling. She kept Zoe pinned in position, her hand on her nape keeping her head right down while she soaked through her hair. Like me, the first wash didn't produce any suds and was quickly rinsed.

"Oh God," it took me a moment to realise that was me speaking, as I was watching Chloe spill what seemed like a tonne of shampoo through Zoe's hair. Then she started to work it in.

"Miss Chloe, may I touch now?" Zoe asked.

"What do you think, Rachael? Should your sister be allowed to touch?" I don't think she expected me to deny her or anything but wanted to bring me into the edges of their sex play. To remind Zoe that I was there; that this was different to all the other times Chloe had her at the sink. And truth be told, I wanted her to play with herself. I wanted to watch.

"Yes, I think she's waited long enough." Chloe smiled.

"Hear that, slut? Your sister thinks you're being a Good Girl!"

That made Zoe moan and push her hand into her shorts! As I watched, Chloe's massage through Zoe's hair was matched in rhythm by her sub's hand, stroking and fingering herself. And that's when I started touching myself as well.

I couldn't deny not only the sexual nature of what I was watching, but also the dominance and submission on display. Chloe opened her robe now and my eyes were drawn to her triangle of dark blonde fur, which she rubbed against Zoe's arse cheek. Chloe herself was in a heightened state of arousal now. Zoe was panting and pushing two fingers into her pussy while Chloe's thumbs pressed her nape and I watched how her fingers scrunched and scrawled in her lather filled hair.

"Miss Chloe....can I....can I please cum?" moaned Zoe. Chloe looked at me and smiled when she saw my hand thrusting inside my shorts. I was close myself. Chloe lifted Zoe's head, holding her foamy hair, making Zoe gasp.

"Watch your sister cum first," she said.

Oh God.

That did it. That did it. I fucking came, hard, while they stood there and watched. Both fully aroused themselves. I bucked on the chair, throwing my head back and grunting loudly.

"Fuck, Rachael that was beautiful!" said Zoe, before Chloe pushed her head back down in the sink and started the rinsing of her hair. The gush of water pushed Zoe over the edge, making her cum, her body trapped by Chloe pinning her there.

As soon as Chloe had squeezed the excess water from Zoe's hair, she said, simply, "Kneel."

Zoe spun immediately and dropped to the floor. Much like that first night when I spied on them, Zoe dove into Chloe's wet pussy and started to lap her juices. This time, though, I had a clearer view and could concentrate on Chloe's face, how it softened, how she looked lovingly at Zoe. She took hold of Zoe's wet curls and held her as she started to cum, rocking her hips against Zoe's face. She held her so tight; I think she had trouble breathing for a moment, but eventually Chloe released her, allowing her to gasp for air.

We went and got dressed, and Chloe sat us down and blow-dried our hair. Zoe's was reasonably easy as it was a mass of curls which just needed a diffuser; mine took longer and Chloe used a large circular brush to blow-dry it poker straight. By the time Chloe had blow-dried her own hair it was time for lunch. The weather was still rubbish outside, so we went to the hotel restaurant where they had a hot buffet.

As we sat and ate, I turned the conversation towards Lioness Pictures.

"So, um. Other than discovering you had a talent for being a Domme -- and honestly the way you controlled Zoe upstairs was eye-opening. Other than that, has your affiliation with Lioness Pictures affected you much?"

Chloe nodded vigorously.

"Oh, on so many levels. Let's take the salon for starters. As I've said, it's a local salon on a local street, etc, etc. Reasonably priced, three women working there -- although we now have an apprentice. But now, there are these glamorous actresses and models coming and going for consults about upcoming roles. People see that, and it increases interest in the salon. Suddenly, bookings are through the roof and mainly from a younger crowd.

"So that's one aspect. The other is how involving it all can be. I became the Hair Consultant just as Dark Desires was going into production, so I didn't have a lot of say there, except for a scene where the lead actress, Bethany Starr, gets a long-to-short makeover. Elaine asked for me to be the stand-in and do Beth's hair on camera. You don't see my face or anything, but every time you see the stylist's hands, they're actually mine."

"Amazing!" I said. Both Chloe and Zoe grinned at me.

"There's more! The reason Zoe was hired to be my assistant was because of the latest film they're making, called The Gift."

"Yes, Zoe mentioned, it... a period piece, isn't it?"

"That's right, so all the main actor's hair needed to be designed with the period in mind. And, once again, there would be a makeover scene."

"So, did your hands get to perform on camera once more?" I asked. Chloe shook her head, smiling.

"Originally, that was the plan. But Elaine decided that the scene in question was too pivotal to the story that it needed expanding. So, not only do I have a role to play, which is a speaking part, but I have a bunch of sex scenes to go with it!"

"Holy Fuck!" I gasped, then had to look round to see if anyone else heard.

Zoe said, "It's true, she had a strapon scene and had the main actress go down on her in the barbershop where the scene is set."

"Were you there? How do you feel about seeing your mistress with other women, even if it is pretend?"

"Oh, it's not pretend, Rachael," said Chloe. "All the sex in Lioness films is unsimulated; just filmed in a way to obscure the penetration. You watch the faces of Beth and her mistress in Dark Desires, you'll know they're really going at it."

"And in answer to your question, Rachael, I love watching Miss Chloe have sex, whether I'm involved or not," said Zoe, pulling on the ring of her collar, showing under her blouse, to emphasise her point.

I looked back at Chloe.

"So, um...do you think you'll do any more acting?"

Chloe shook her head.

"I doubt it. As thrilling as it was, I found the experience to be exhausting. I think I prefer being behind the scenes rather in the limelight. But you should never say never, should you. I suppose it depends how the scene is edited for the film and how it is received by the public."

"I don't think Ms Danvers would want much of it remaining on the cutting room floor, Miss Chloe," said Zoe.

"Perhaps, dear, but there is also the censorship to take into account, and the scene is meant to be focusing on Lulu, the girl to whom I'm giving the makeover."

"You'll still get a decent amount of screentime, Miss!" Chloe smiled at me.

"It's certainly a step up from Dark Desires," she said.

"I've not seen it," I said.

"Oh, you should. It's very good. Well written, acted and definitely erotic."

"It's on Netflix now, Miss! Can we watch it together this afternoon?" Zoe was excited by the idea. Chloe looked at both of us as if she were calculating something behind her eyes.

"Sure," she said eventually, "In fact, let's make it an official Netflix and Chill with some prosecco and popcorn, PJ's only."

"I actually sleep in the nude," I said.

"I'll sort something out for us, don't worry," said Chloe.

An hour later, Zoe knocked on my bedroom door. I opened it to find her wearing a pair of black silk pyjamas with the hotel name monogrammed on the pocket I have to say she looked very cute in them. She handed me a cellophane-wrapped package.

"Here's yours!" she said, "come and join us in our room, we've got everything ready!"

I opened the package and unfolded the pyjamas. Chloe must have ordered them from downstairs. I stripped and slipped them on. The trousers fit well but the top was snug due to my 32C chest -- I imagine they were meant to be one size fits all. Come to think of it, Zoe's top seemed looser due to her smaller chest.

I walked across to their room. The suite had three flat-screen HD tv's, the largest being in the lounge area. However, we'd decided to all lie together on Chloe and Zoe's bed as it was a king size and could fit all of us easily.

As I walked in, Zoe was pouring out some glasses of prosecco and I could smell the warm aroma of a big bowl of popcorn on the bedside table.

"Climb on board, Rachael," said Chloe, who was sitting on the right-hand side of the bed.

"Should I leave a space for Zoe?" I asked as I knelt on the bed.

"No need, she can lie on your other side," she said. Zoe handed us both a glass then got settled herself, so I was sandwiched between them. Chloe put the popcorn bowl on my lap and smiled at me.

"Ok, then! Let's get the movie started!" said Zoe and hit play on the remote. The film had already been queued up with the Lioness Pictures logo on screen.

If you're like me and haven't yet had the chance to watch Dark Desires, I shan't spoil it. The basic plot has Bethany Starr as Laura Stone, who comes to the attention of one of the senior, female members of her company, Angela, who basically grooms and seduces Laura with the aim of getting her to help murder Angela's husband. Chloe was right; it was well-written and reminded me a little of the lesbian-noir, Bound.

I was enjoying it immensely, and the first kiss between Laura and Angela was electric with just the right amount of build-up. We were now coming to the hair makeover scene. Up till that point, Laura had past-shoulders auburn hair. The scene cut to Laura already in the styling chair, her hair damp from being washed, and a pair of hands were working through the length with comb and scissors, while Angela watched in the background.

"Oooh!" I giggled and nudged Chloe with my elbow. We watched as the film provided a montage of the cutting, before showing Laura with her new short bob.

"She looks fantastic. Was it difficult, cutting her hair on camera?" I asked.

Chloe nodded.

"Very, with the hot lights and everyone watching. I had to really concentrate on what I was doing and every now and then the actress playing the hairstylist had to be brought in, so it looked like she was the one doing the cut."

We carried on watching in silence. Roughly halfway in the film, there's the second of the two main sex scenes, and Angela is wearing a strapon. I actually spluttered prosecco.

"Wow! I'm surprised they got away with that!" I said, watching Angela on screen, mount the bed behind a very wanton but nervous Laura. The camera split focus between Angela motioning as if entering Laura and Laura's face reacting to being entered.

"Holy fuck!" I said, making Zoe giggle. It was so apparent, watching the scene, that Laura was really taking that strapon and Angela was really fucking her. The camera focused on different areas -- Laura's hard nipples, Angela's heaving breasts. Lauras lips as she moaned and Angela's as she whispered, "that's it...take it.... take it...." It was all shot beautifully, not in some gratuitous way like a porno. Perhaps the artistic aesthetic gave it some leeway with the censors... either way, it was really arousing to watch.

At some point, Zoe took my empty glass off me and put it to the side. I assumed that she'd be refilling it shortly. The popcorn bowl was now half-empty as we'd all been scooping up handfuls while we were watching the film.

Zoe picked up a single piece of popcorn and offered it to my mouth. I giggled a little and took it from her fingers. Then, Chloe did the same. I joined in, and passed a piece to Zoe's mouth. My fingertips brushed her lips for a split second, and I felt goosebumps. I then passed a piece to Chloe and found myself allowing my fingertip to dwell just a second against her lips.

Zoe passed another piece to me. This time, I took her fingertips into my mouth, and sucked the popcorn from between her fingers, allowing my tongue to touch them. She smiled at me as I did so. When I passed her a piece, she returned the same touch of her tongue, which made me catch my breath.

I moved back to the middle, and soon enough, Chloe had reached into the bowl, but as her fingertips got close to my mouth, she dropped the popcorn, and just...caressed my open lips, before sliding her fingers into my mouth. I looked at her and slowly sucked on them. I felt the popcorn bowl being lifted from my lap and Zoe turned into me, kissing my cheek.

"Do you want us, Rachael?" she whispered. I just nodded, slowly. Yes, I wanted them badly.