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Tamera turned back around, sliding another
sausage link into Brie's mouth. “If you must know, this all for
Kay. She's into it.”

“Kay? Is Kay like your girlfriend?” said
Brie, finding it strangely hard to get the words out.

“Yes, I suppose she is.”

“Who is she?” said Brie as Tamera slid
another sausage into her mouth.

“A paralegal in our office.”

“Does Brad know about her?” Brie said,
whispering, gazing at Tamera’s exposed stocking-covered, showgirl
legs towering above her.

“He's known about her for awhile. He pretends
he doesn’t mind but I know he does, I just try to be discrete.”

“Is she pretty?” said Brie, feeling
vulnerable asking the question.

“Don't you mean, 'Is she as pretty as you?'”
said Tamera.

“Why would I ask that?”

“Well, she is,” said Tamera.

“Okay,” said Brie.

“Are you jealous?” said Tamera.

“Why would I be jealous?” said Brie.

“Because I've been feeding you sausages for
the last few minutes and you seem to like it.”

Brie blushed again, this time feeling the
blood radiating through her face. Tamera leaned down and kissed her
full on the mouth, cupping Brie's breast through her nighty. She
clasped Tamera's hair, amazed at how easily her hand passed through
it, no friction at all. Brie wrapped her hands around Tamera's neck
pulling her down into the bed, next to the food tray. She grasped
Tamera's head to her shoulder continuing to stroke her hair while
trying to make sense of her feelings. She was in awe of Tamera as
well as a little scared. This was a woman with powers that Brie
could maybe one day emulate but never completely match. For the
first time Brie felt sorry for Brad. He definitely had a tiger by
the tail, desperate to not let go and end up in its maw. Brad's
muscular body dwarfed Tamera's petite frame, but that was an
illusion. It was Tamera who had the power to crush at will. Brie
remembered Tamera's take-down of Mr. Fugleson the day before,
watching Tamera slice him to ribbons, doing it with less effort
than picking up a salt shaker.

Tamera was kissing her neck, nibbling on
Brie's earlobe. Whatever Tamera wanted, she could have. Brie would
have no choice but to give it to her. Brie wanted everything Tamera
had, and wanted to be everything Tamera was.

Brie pulled downwards on Tamera's shoulders,
using her strength to slide Tamera’s body towards Brie's legs.
Tamera looked up at her.

“You can do what you want,” said Brie.

“You sure?” said Tamera.

“Yes.”

Tamera slid herself downwards till her head
was just above Brie's crotch. She lifted Brie's nighty and pulled
the panties over Brie’s hips, down her legs and off her feet.
Tamera then spread Brie's thighs, kissing each one. Brie took in a
sharp breath, Tamera's lips feeling like small electric shocks.
Tamera touched Brie's labia, bathing it with soft kisses. Brie had
no idea what to do or think of feel, confusion and chaos consuming
her.

Tamera's tongue slid into Brie's folds, at
first just along the surface then deeper and deeper, pushing
upwards to the top of her slit and rolling across her clit.
“Aghhuhhh,” Brie gasped, wondering if Brad could hear her from his
office. She wouldn't mind if Brad jumped into the fray just
now.

Tamera's tongue slid back into Brie's vagina,
rolling across her clit again, but this time it lingered. Tamera's
tongue stayed on the bud and didn't leave, her tongue continuing to
slide back and forth with rapid-fire licks across Brie's clit. Brie
was consumed with something new and strange, trying with all her
mental strength to wrap her head around it. Brie now knew that a
fireball of orgasm was heading her way. “Taammeeee!” Brie yelled as
the spasms enveloped her. “Taaammmmeeeeeee!”, Brie screamed,
shuddering for five minutes.

Tamera lifted her mouth from out of Brie's
pussy and rested her head on Brie's tummy. They both were breathing
hard, exhausted and saying nothing, Brie liking this moment best of
all. Five minutes passed before either of them spoke. “Brad and I
are getting you an SAT coach. A tutor.”

“What? Why?” said Brie.

“There's no point in giving you a full-boat
scholarship to college if you can't get in.”

“But that's so expensive.”

“It is. But this guy is good. He worked for
Applicant Achievers for six years in Overton. He quit and moved
back to Trestle to take over the family business. We're going to
pay him for three days a week, for a month. He says he can raise
your SAT scores by 300 points. That would get you up to an 1800,
good enough for East Lancaster State.”

“Wait... how do you know my SAT scores?” said
Brie.

“It's easy enough to find,” said Tamera. “For
a straight-A student like yourself, your combined 1500 is
embarrassing.”

Brie swallowed. There. There it was. Another
display of Tamera's cruel tenaciousness. Brie knew full well that
the tutor was Tamera's idea, despite her use of the word “we”. Brie
used her upper body strength to pull Tamera up her belly to eye
level. Tamera kissed her, Brie tasting her own juices on another
person's lips. “Tamera... you have to promise that you'll never say
or do one mean or hurtful thing to me. Ever.” Tamera looked down at
her, and rubbed her nose against Brie's. “I could never do anything
to hurt you, Brie.”

“Because I couldn't take it, if you did.”

Tamera's smile disappeared, a concerned look
appearing on her face. “Do you think I could ever talk to you the
same way I talked to Tony Fugleson?”

“You kinda just did,” said Brie.

“I won't. Ever.”

 

 

The day was spent taking care of Jackie. Brad
and Tamera stayed in their separate home offices, either on
conference calls or buried in briefs. Whatever issues Brad and
Tamera had confronted in their midnight fuck session, they seem to
have been resolved. Both were friendly and affectionate. In the
afternoon the two of them took a break and sat out on the lawn
playing with Jackie. Looking down at them from the window Brie felt
left-out for the first time. It starting feeling like all this
togetherness with the Merles was an illusion that would leave a
bitter aftertaste.

Dinner was served at 7:00 pm, prepared by
Brie (Beef Stroganoff). The three of them stayed up watching a new
print of “Is Paris is Burning.” a favorite of Brad's.

In the morning Brie awoke to Tamara packing a
small overnight bag. Their eyes met and Tamera smiled as she zipped
up the bag. She walked over to the bed wearing jeans and a
short-waisted un-tucked shirt. She leaned over and kissed Brie,
“I'll see you Saturday.”

Brie lingered in bed another twenty minutes
and then got Jackie up and got her breakfast. By mid-morning she
was sitting in the living room watching Project Runway while
listening to Brad in the other room talking to people on the other
side of the world and as close as Overton.

“Brie!” Brad yelled a few minutes later. Brie
walked into the office as multiple voices came out of the speaker
phone. Brad reached over and hit mute. “This call really sucks,” he
smiled. “I need some eye candy to get me through it.”

“Okay,” said Brie, spinning coquettishly in
front of him, “What would that be, Mr. Merle.”

“Go into our bedroom closet. Tamera has a
blue mini-dress that she never wears out of the house. Find a pair
of her extreme heels to go with it.”

“Classy,” said Brie. “Where's Jackie?”

“Dozing in her crib,” said Brad.

She found the dress that Brad wanted hanging
in Tamera's huge walk-in closet. She put it on and understood
immediately why Tamera never left the house in it— it was as
combustible as dry tinder. The stretched fabric wrapped around her
so tightly that it felt a little obscene. In her smallest bikini
she felt less exposed than in this dress. Because Tamera was a
little smaller on top than Brie, Brie's breasts were spilling out
over the top. She found a pair of heels that had to be at least
five inches tall, no doubt fitting Brad's job description. Looking
in the mirror she was surprised by how much she liked what she saw.
She loved her long legs, how the heels brought out muscle groups
that were mostly hidden by flats. And those breasts.
Yes!
She always felt a little top heavy. But not here. They looked
exquisite. The dress wrapping each breast individually with an
opening in the middle that gave a glimpse of cleavage. She flipped
one side of her hair to her back and the other side to her
front.

When she returned to Brad's home office, he
was in mid-speech. “... you might try for an injunction,” said
Brad, “But I'm not sure what how much teeth that has in
Singapore—shit...” Brad said, looking up and catching Brie in his
field of view.

“What-what was that?” said one of the
callers.

“Oh, uh... it’s just that on the ground
Singapore copyright law is frustrating,” Brad said leering at Brie.
Some more voices could be heard on the speaker jumping into the
conversation. Brad motioned for Brie to get closer. As other folks
on the conference call picked up on the conversation, Brad slid his
hands underneath the short mini-dress. Brie felt herself go wet in
an instant, a blast of electricity emanating from her crotch.
Brad's two fingers rubbed her through instantly damp panties.
Abruptly he stopped and opened a desk drawer. He pulled out a
gleaming, thick, silver spike with a blunted round nose. He slid it
between her legs, rubbing it over the crotch of her panties. Brie
gasped as she felt the coolness of the round metal tip through the
thin material. “Oh geeze...” she gasped.

Brie reached down, pulling her panties aside,
letting the cold, smooth tip make direct contact with her labia.
She grabbed the steel shaft and let it float through her folds,
catching her breath and trying to suppress a yelp that could be
heard by all those on the conference call.

“...so what do you think, Brad?” said one
voice.

“I agree with Amy,” said Brad sliding the
shaft into Brie's plush vulva, disappearing several inches inside
of her. Brie clenched her teeth, clamping them to her forearm in an
effort to stifle the pleasure resulting from the sensation of cool
steel radiating out from her vagina. “Intellectual property law in
Kuala Lumpur is not as developed as Singapore’s,” Brad continued,
“and there is certainly more exposure there for our client.”

Brie grabbed the dildo out of Brad's hands
and took control. Brad looked on as Brie rammed the steel
stalactite in and out of her pussy, one hand bracing herself
against Brad's desk. She could feel the sweet sting of climax, not
quite yet there, but its headlights getting closer and closer.
“Uhhhh,” Brie moaned, Brad leaping for the mute button. “What was
that?” said one of the callers as Brad held one finger to his lips
trying not to crack up. He reached out with his large hand and
grabbed the masturbating Brie, pulling her in towards him. She was
still bent over his desk, supported by one arm, the lower half of
her ass-cheeks peeking out from under the skirt. He grabbed one of
her half-moons, clutching it, pushing his index finger into her
anus, spinning it around the edges, pushing it into her opening.
Brie screamed out again, nerve endings she didn't know she had were
shunted straight to the happy parts of her brain.

“So, Brad,” said one of the participants on
the call, “What do you think about what Jan was just saying here
about injunctive relief in Southeast Asia? You think we should even
bother pursuing this here in Thailand?”

Brad once again held his finger over his
mouth, looking at Brie. He reached over and turned off the mute
button. “Yes, Sam, I think it might be a smart way to go...

Suddenly Brie came, letting out a wail that
no one, even on a phone line eight thousand miles away could
mistake for anything other than an orgasm. Brad hit the mute again,
cutting himself off mid-sentence, waiting patiently for Brie to
finish. She pulled the steel dildo out of her pussy a minute later,
tossing it on the desk and collapsing into Brad's lap. He scooped
her into a ball and kissed her. She grabbed the dildo off his desk
and held the blunt tip up to Brad's mouth, tasting her.

Brad punched the speaker phone again. “Sorry
about that... Fed Ex was at the door.”

“You guys have Fed Ex up there?” said Astrid
from his office.

“We do. They come up by covered wagon.
Everything is months late…” Brad then lowered his tone and
whispered to Brie. “I need to borrow Mr. Fugleson's nail-gun
again.”

“For what? You don't do any carpentry.”

“No, but you do. There's some window trim
that's coming off outside that I need you to repair. Can you go
over and grab it?”

Brie walked back to her room and kicked off
Tamera's slut pumps while looking for her jeans. She got a glimpse
of herself in the mirror again and stopped. Why change?

She put the heels back on.

Brie walked across the lawn, her stiletto
heels aerating the grass. Before she crossed the border into the
Fugleson's yard, Brie craned her neck to see if Mr. Fugleson's
wife's car was present (since their garage filled with junk, the
Fugleson's parked their cars in the driveway). No sign of her car.
Brie continued walking.

She knocked on the door and waited, her heart
racing. This was naughty. But she was taking pity on a man in what
had to be an awful marriage. This here was an act of charity. Mr.
Fugleson answered the door. “Brie?”

“Hello, Mr. Fugleson! Brad—Mr. Merle—would
like to borrow your nail-gun again.”

Tony looked at Brie, his head moving up and
down assessing this young object of desire standing on front step,
her feet together, standing at attention, the mile long legs on
display. “Come on in!” Mary is doing some shopping. She'll be back
in a while.”

Brie stepped into the kitchen, her heels
clicking on the tiled floor.

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