Laura woke up the next morning on her bed, bottomless. She postured up, wondering how she got there. Did she get up and walk to her bed after Dale had fucked her relentlessly? Or did she crawl like Chrissy had the night before? At some point, she began to wonder if it even happened. Her bedsheets were still on the bed. Her tights still lay next to it on the ground. She got up, and examined the place where she was dominated like a bitch, and it was clean. The only thing was, her pussy felt like it had been fucked, and that was enough for her.
It was already 11am, but she wanted to make sure the thermometer on the hot water tank was high for her guests' morning shower, lowering it when the first-floor is unbooked to save on the gas bill. Slipping on the same tights from the night before with little care of her unkempt appearance, she sneaked down using the inside stairs barefooted and into her carpeted hallways, opening a utility closet where she adjusted the hot water heater. She quietly closed the door, and began tip-toeing back when the first-floor apartment's door opened. Immediately she went flat-footed, postured up, and smiled.
"Good morning!" she said to a dressed-and-ready Dale, catching him by surprise.
He looked at her and said nothing.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Feeling great. Lots of energy," he sarcastically replied, before the ravishing Chrissy came out dressed in summer clothes similar to her attire the night before, with sunglasses hanging above her head. Laura's heart skipped a beat upon seeing the young beauty.
"Good morning, Chrissy!"
The young girl grinned upon seeing Laura and enthusiastically went to hug her despite Laura's condition, "It's so good to see you, Laura!" Chrissy got on her toes to press her breasts against the taller woman's. The youngster put her hands on Laura's butt and pulled her in so their crotches would rub, and then pulled away her chest to look Laura straight in her eyes.
"You. Look. So. Pretty, this morning!" the chipper Chrissy said to her.
Laura became flustered, "Oh my! You look pretty too!" was all she could muster, her thinly covered pussy still pressed against Chrissy's in her red short shorts.
Dale came forward and put his arm around Chrissy, making the situation ever-so-close and intimate in the hallway.
"Sorry if we kept you up last night," Dale said, while Laura immediately began shaking her head. "I had been starving her until she won the finals of her all-girl's soccer tournament. Promised her I would fuck her long and hard if she won, and she did, but we were too exhausted on the first night."
Laura took a pause, and then disregarded her shock. "Oh, no! It wasn't loud at all! I mean, I really don't mind. That's why couples come up here. I think it's wonderful! And healthy."
"You helped a lot last night," Dale said backing away, still gripping Chrissy tightly under his arm, whose Cheshire cat smile remained as she looked possessively at the caught-off-guard Laura.
"I did?"
"Yeah, with that PIN code that unlocked all the porno channels. Got us in the mood and gave me plenty of ideas. Don't let her smile fool you, she could definitely use some discipline every now and then. And she loves it, don't you, sweetie?"
"I sure do!" Chrissy said smiling back at the older man.
"Oh, that's great!" Laura continued to respond compliantly. "That's why I subscribe to those channels. To, uh... help."
"I bet you get some good use out of them too," Chrissy coyly responded, as Laura gave a nervous laugh.
"See? That's why she needs a little bit of discipline." Dale said, smiling. "Go ahead into the car, baby. I've got to talk to Laura for a bit."
Chrissy grabbed a bag and her eyes remained locked to Laura's as she exited out in the front parking lot, winking at her before turning away and heading for the car. Laura's perpetual smile remained as Dale's disappeared. He leaned in and nearly cornered her to the wall.
"You enjoy your own pussy-rape last night, bitch?"
