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Sarah Fortune was stood just a minute early at their door, nervously fidgeting, video camera equipment securely in the case she was carrying. As a TV show director, she had certainly familiarised herself with operating such things over the years despite not being an operator herself these days.
But today her skills and equipment were very useful in an exchange of sorts. Because despite her success and opportunities, she was only a woman. A woman of particular taste, a bit… obsessive, when it comes to sexual interests.
Being a very desirable woman herself, this was never an issue. She was but a smouldering look, a wink, a text or a phone call away from having someone, anyone, in her bed.
This one was proving to be so much more of a hassle.
But it will be so worth it. Please, give me something, anything…
A few weeks ago, ever since she met Violet Lanes at the gym she joined, it was over. She simply couldn’t look away from her. Everything about her was so… invigorating and perfect. And whatever was barely hidden in her crotch under those basketball shorts kept Sarah’s imagination busy and writhing on her bed every night.
Despite her very overt and heavy flirting, this woman just wouldn’t budge. She was the dictionary definition of loyalty. But charming as she was, Sarah had at least befriended her, as Vi still thought the flirtatious remarks were funny, and otherwise their conversations flowed smoothly.
It was such a bummer that she had a girlfriend.
She had been ecstatic when Vi had invited her for drinks, but her mood had immediately soured when a blue-haired absolute bombshell of a woman was already sitting next to her. Thief.
Apparently the whole meeting had been her, Caitlyn’s, idea as well. As they got a bit tipsier, some… things, got slowly revealed. Although Caitlyn seemed to be quite careful with her words, surprisingly smoothly offering this frankly bizarre exchange that Sarah eventually agreed to, she slowly narrowed the tall woman down at least a little bit. Despite the poker face, she seemed very smug to have Vi as her partner, and was surely possessive. It seemed like perhaps in other circumstances she might have been a lovely person, in this very odd circumstance she just came across as a bit intimidating…
”It will be purely an educational film. Nothing else”, Caitlyn had explained coolly. After exchanging a poorly masked amused glance with her partner, she continued: ”And in exchange, maybe you could…”
Sarah shivered in delight at the proposal. She knew she was probably getting a bit played. They have to have some weird-ass kink going on here, surely… Surely they could just set a phone on a tripod and film a normal sex tape like normal people.
But ultimately, Sarah was only a woman of particular tastes. So she accepted.
I have to have her…
She had been waiting for this. What was in store for her wasn’t quite everything she’d hoped for, but at least some of her dreams were supposedly coming true.
Finally, she might at least get a taste of her.
With a shaky exhale, she raised her hand and rang the doorbell. She straightened her back, and listened through the door as footsteps approached after what sounded like a ringing slap and a delighted squeal.
The door opened.
”Miss Fortune, glad you made it. I’m delighted by your punctuality”, smiled politely the tall, blue-haired bombshell, the barrier between her and heaven.
The I’m really doing this realisation hit her immediately, as Caitlyn was barely dressed. She had a navy silk robe on that was so loosely tied on her tiny waist that she could see a glimpse of some skimpy thong that matched her robe, and no bra. Sarah was a bit annoyed at how the loose garment still accentuated her very generous curves. This woman really has it all… But so do I. Why not me? Why!?
Caitlyn held the door and stepped aside. ”Please, come in. Vi just got out of the shower”, she smirked, accent smooth as honey.
”Thank you.”
Sarah took off her boots and followed Caitlyn’s swaying hips a bit further into their not quite luxurious, but still perfectly nice, house.
And then heaven stepped out of the bathroom.
”Oh hey Sarah”, Vi smirked casually.
Sarah’s gaze roamed slower than was appropriate, although the line of what was appropriate in this bizarre situation was undoubtedly completely blurred.
Vi was in the process of drying her hair. She only had a sports bra and boxers on, and surely that thing is at least somewhat hard. No way it is that-
Sarah subtly cleared her throat. ”Good eventing to you as well, Vi”, she drawled in typical Sarah Fortune fashion. Always smooth, always flirtatious.
Caitlyn took slow and measured steps towards Vi, and seemed to take no little joy pressing herself against Vi’s muscular body in front of Sarah, placing a hand on her shoulder. ”Are you ready, baby?” She murmured close to Vi’s ear.
”Yeah, can we hurry this up? I feel like bursting any second now”, she replied like the himbo she is.
Oh, okay. Vi is… not holding back in this environment it seems. Sarah clenched her thighs together.
Caitlyn hummed happily. She seemed just as entranced by Vi. She finally turned to Sarah. ”Right, are you ready? Got everything?”
Sarah shook herself from her daze. ”Oh, in a few moments, while I set up the camera and tripod. But” She paused, and narrowed her eyes at the pair. ”You’ll hold your end of the… the bargain, right?” Come on, don’t blush, you’re in so deep already.
The couple glanced at each other. Vi looked at her and chuckled. ”Yeah, Sarah. You can suck me off.”
She blushed, and shivered. But she collected herself enough respond, humming with a half lidded stare and a satisfied grin. ”Mmmh.”
Caitlyn just smiled politely. Then she turned serious. ”But only one time. And nothing else.”
You fucking lucky bastard. ”Yes. Fine.”
Caitlyn’s smile returned. ”Excellent. Bedroom is this way, come join us when you’re ready.” She turned towards the bedroom, hips swaying. Vi smirked at Sarah before she turned as well, and smacked Caitlyn’s ass on their way.
This is so fucking weird, she thought to herself, her damp underwear twisting the sentence.