Party Girl
Chapter 13
Carefully prying herself away from the sleeping butch dyke that had once been Jenny Sloan. She gently lifted Jen's hand from between her legs where Jen had left two fingers in AJ's pussy. She'd stir her occasionally and lick her clit when she remembered what she was doing, until sleep claimed her once again.
She'd eaten AJ to several very satisfying conclusions before she tired and fell asleep. AJ thought it was sweet. She caressed her face, planting soft kisses on her lips and cheeks as she encouraged her to sleep. When she'd stir, AJ would lean forward so Jen could suck a nipple and squeeze her tits as she rested.
As she sauntered lazily towards the door, fully aware she was naked and enjoying being nude. Like everyone else she'd been naked for the last five or six hours. She was not looking forward to the time when she'd need to clothe herself again. She wasn't concerned he would see all her charms. A week ago, she may have cared and even been excited to meet the rookie phenom. But she was a lesbian (now) and unless he had a woman with him she just didn't care.
Of course, he was expected. Karen told her he'd been summoned. AJ opened the door wide, with no attempt to hide her gorgeous body, and the giant entered. She said nothing. She did look up to see how colossal he was, staring for a moment, never having seen anyone that big. She closed the huge door without saying a word. She quicken her pace on her return hoping that Jen didn't wake while she was away. Jen was different now, and it was best if she slept a bit more.
He followed the naked beauty through the hall. If he was stunned by her lack of clothing and aloofness, he didn't let on. Arriving at the dimly illuminated living room he was surprised to find more beautiful nude women. In addition to the pungent smell of sex, he noticed the weird arrangement of the furniture. It was a party of some sort. One or two more women moved about, between the kitchen and bathroom, as soft rock played in the background, and none gave him a second glance.
Where was Sandy and who were these women? He counted at least six including the two on a couch enjoying each other's company. What was going on? Was everyone drugged? He didn't know what to think and was about to stop and ask when he heard a voice behind him addressing the two women he'd seen on the couch. He couldn't heard the command which woke Katrina and Sandy from their "party girl" mode. But when he turned he watched.
The two blondes suddenly stopped their love making. They'd each come so many times, it had all become a blur. Awkwardly detangling themselves they reverted back to their primary programmed personalities.
Katrina sat up, her face wet with Sandy's juices, tried to stand on her jelly-like legs. Stretching her tired muscles while trying to pieced together the last few hours.
Slumping into her ruined couch, it was different for Sandy. She remembered many other times waking up from her romp as the party girl, uncertain of where she was and how long she'd been fucking. But now the taste of pussy in her mouth was familiar and this feeling felt normal and right. It was like déjà vu she was back where she belonged.
Eugene had stopped in the center of the room still searching for Sandy. He didn't recognize her among any of the women. He focused on the pair who had just been pleasuring each other. They looked familiar. He could only wonder how long they'd been going at it. They looked exhausted, or perhaps the drugs were wearing off. Either that or their sexual appetites must be insatiable, he thought.
Rubbing her flattened hairdo did nothing to improve her appearance. Sandy was still unrecognizable to him, mostly from her demeanor. She recognized him but didn't acknowledge him. Standing in the submissive pose she learned years ago, head down, eyes at her feet. Things were feeling familiar. She no longer had to think. She was Karen's again. She hated to admit it, but she felt at home. She knew what was expected of her and she would happily comply.
Still unsure where she was, Katrina felt better when she saw everyone was naked like her. She was exhausted. Her jaw ached and the taste of pussy lingered on her tongue. It was then she realized she was at another orgy. It was all women, of course. She was a lesbian, of course there would be only women. She unintentionally rubbed her pussy, not meaning to pull on her clit piercing. It sent a jolt through her and she sighed as her knees buckled and almost fell, but she caught herself. That's when she saw him.
"Was that Eugene? Is he here to save me from myself?"
She wasn't sure it was him.
"Why was he here? Why doesn't he see me?"
For a brief moment she remembered how much her appearance had changed since he last saw her, the piercings, she colored her hair blonde and then cut it short like a guy's cut.
"What is he doing?"
She tried to remember the last time they were together. She was bisexual back then. The party had turned into an orgy, her first. She'd eaten a lot of pussy then and swallowed a lot of cock. She licked her lips; she did like cock. Now she was a lesbian. Where was she now? Why was she at another orgy? Did she come her by herself? She joined a lesbian club...they meet monthly. She pulled on her nipples; she was getting aroused again thinking of all the pussies she ate.
Between the fatigue and her changing personas Katrina was having a hard time decerning what was real.
"If that's Eugene? Why is he here?"
There was something familiar about the taller blonde. If he didn't know that Katrina was back in Lincoln Nebraska, he hesitated and looked closer. It was too dark to be certain, but she appeared to have piercings just like Sandy, nipples, labia and clit. She did looked like his Katrina. He tried to imagine her with short blonde hair.
"Did she have piercing in those photos Sandy showed him? If that was her, something was definitely wrong. Sandy said she'd tell me in person that she was gay."
"But where's Sandy?"
Before he acted, he needed to know. Then he began looking more closely at the other blonde. She was the right size and seemed to be trying to hide. He moved a little closer and saw she had the same piercings. Her hair was a mess. It must be her. But why was she acting so strangely? And if that was Sandy and that's Katrina, damn...they've just been...he didn't finish the sentence. He softly uttered her name,
"Katrina?"
The recognition stopped his heart.
Then he realized he was the only male in the house, and he'd just seen them together.
