ONE

The Beauty of a New Day

Mei stood at her dresser, a drawer open, running her fingers over the different athletic tops and shorts she had to choose from. "Hmm, what should I wear today?" she murmured to herself as she considered her options. She finally settled on a tight-fitting tank top made of a wicking fabric and a pair of black running shorts that hugged her curves just right. She held the outfit up to herself, turning from side to side in front of her mirror to check out how they looked on her.

"Perfect," she said as she paused to notice the freckles adorning her face, darkening in response to her increased sun exposure with outdoor summer activities. She glanced at the sign hanging from her mirror which read, “A face without freckles is like a night sky without stars.” Her thoughts drifted back to a remark her best friend, Chloe, had made some time ago. She had teased her, calling her freckles, sky speckles, and declaring them to be her favourite thing about Mei’s face.

With a faint smile on her lips she turned her attention back to the task at hand - getting dressed. She pulled the top over her head, her chest bare for a moment before she quickly slipped on the form-fitting tank top. She slips on a fresh pair of panties then steps into her shorts, the tight material slipping over her hips and hugging her thighs just right. Mei could feel the material cling to her body, accentuating her curves and making her feel comfortable, confident and sexy.

With a swift and practiced motion, Mei gathered her long, curly hair in her hands and started to tie it back. The locks of hair cascaded through her fingers, the curls springing back with life as she wound her hair into a smooth ponytail. She secured it in place with a snug hair tie and gave it a little tug to make sure it was tight enough to stay up during her run. A few loose tendrils escaped to frame her face, giving her a tousled yet sporty look.

She slipped on her socks and running shoes, lacing them up tightly, making sure they were snug and secure but not too tight. As soon as her shoes were on, she was ready to go. She took a moment to stretch and limber up, rolling her shoulders and flexing her legs before starting her run. A few quick strides and she was off, her heart racing and her adrenaline pumping as she hit her stride and set off down the street.

Mei's athletic body was a testament to years of playing sports - soccer, in particular. Her toned thighs and calves were the result of countless hours on the field, sprinting and turning on a dime as she dodged opponents and scored goals. Her shoulders were broad and strong, able to absorb the hardest of a impacts, while her core muscles held her upright and steady as she ran. Her skin was smooth and bronzed from hours spent sweating in the sun, and there was a glint of determination in her eyes that spoke of her competitive spirit.

As Mei continued with her run, her strong legs carrying her forward at a steady pace, she soon found herself coming to a park with an outdoor obstacle course. The sight of the course immediately piqued her interest, and a small smile came across her face. Obstacle courses were always a fun challenge for her, and the thought of tackling this one was too tempting to pass up. Without missing a beat, she turned into the park and approached the starting line.

She stood at the starting line of the park's obstacle course, her eyes fixed on the first challenge ahead of her: a set of monkey bars suspended over a pit of water. Her toned arms flexed as she reached up to grasp the first bar, her muscular thighs propelling her forward as she quickly began to swing her way across the course. She moved swiftly and efficiently, jumping over hurdles, crawling through tunnels, and scaling walls as she navigated the course with ease. Each obstacle was no match for her agility, strength, and determination.

Mei approached the pull-up bar, her toned arms flexing as she gripped the bar tightly. Without pausing to think, she began a series of rapid-fire pull-ups, her muscles working in perfect unison as she lifted herself up and down with incredible ease. She didn't use any momentum, relying solely on her own strength to propel herself upward. After ten quick reps, she let herself drop back down to the ground, not even the slightest hint of strain in her face.

As she came to the end of her workout, she couldn't resist the temptation to try one last thing. With a burst of energy, she launched into an impromptu hundred-meter dash, her muscles working in perfect harmony as she sprinted at full speed. The wind rushed past her, blowing her hair back as she moved with incredible speed. In no time at all, she crossed the approximate finish line, her breathing laboured and her heart racing as she stopped and put her hands on her hips, a proud grin on her face.

As Mei entered the cool down phase of her workout, her running pace slowed to a steady jog. Her breathing was still heavy but starting to return to normal, and a thin layer of sweat coated her forehead and the exposed skin of her arms and legs. She could feel her heart rate gradually decreasing as the lactic acid in her muscles began to release, leaving her feeling a little bit shaky and tired but also satisfied with her workout. She continued jogging slowly, relishing the feeling of the cool air on her skin and the rhythm of her feet hitting the ground.

After her workout, Mei's thoughts moved to her friend Chloe once again, who had a pool in her backyard, just a short walk away. The idea of taking a quick dip in the cool water sounded unbelievably refreshing, especially on a hot day like today. “Surely I could borrow a bathing suit,” she thought. With a quick smile, she sent a text to Chloe: 

  Mei: Hey Chloe! Just finished up my workout and I could use a quick cool off. Mind if I stop by your place and use the pool for a bit?

Chloe's response came through almost instantly, her enthusiasm evident in the flurry of happy emojis she included with her text:

  Chloe: Hey hey!! Congrats on finishing up that workout, I know you're a total fitness freak! And YES, definitely come on over! The pool is calling your name ;)

Mei arrived at Chloe's house a few minutes later, her hair still tied back and her skin glistening with sweat from her workout. As she approached the backyard, Chloe appeared from around the pool shed, her body wrapped in a towel.

  "Hey there, sweaty mess!" Chloe called out, grinning at her friend with a mix of friendly teasing and affection.

Mei let out a small laugh, shaking her head with a grin. "I didn't exactly anticipate a swim in the pool when I started my workout," she confessed, her eyes flickering to Chloe's towel-clad form.

  Chloe's expression turned to one of mock surprise, her hand coming up to her mouth in an exaggerated gesture. 

"You mean you didn't pack a bikini in your running belt alongside your water bottle and hand weights?” Chloe chuckled, shaking her head affectionately at Mei's oversight.

"No bikini, huh? Well, I've got one you can borrow if you want," she offered, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "Or, if you don't mind getting a little more... au naturale... the privacy fence around my pool means you could always go in without one."

Mei’s grin widened at Chloe's suggestion, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You want me to skinny-dip, huh? I'm down with that,” she said with a wink. "Just one condition, though - if I go in naked, you have to too."

The two women stood facing each other, their eyes fixed on each other's bodies. Without a word, they both began slipping off their clothes, their movements slow and deliberate.

Mei began with her top, lifting the damp fabric up over her head and letting it fall to the ground. Her body was toned and strong from her workout, muscles rippling just beneath her skin. Sliding her shorts and panties past her knees, she steps out of them, kicking them to the side.

An avid swimmer, she dove into the pool and began her front crawl, her body slicing effortlessly through the water with each powerful stroke. Chloe watched from the side, a smile playing on her lips as she observed Mei's skillful form.

  As Mei pulled herself up out of the pool for a breather, Chloe teased her, saying "Your workout wasn’t enough for you? I think you still have a few more lengths in you then.”

“Well, seeing you naked, I think I’ll be ready for a different kind of workout,” Mei says.

“Well, what am I waiting for?” Chloe replies.

Chloe followed suit, shrugging off her towel to reveal her own slender yet curvaceous figure. She slowly unties the strings of her bikini top and slides the fabric down, revealing her firm, rounded breasts. With a playful smile, she turns around and unties the strings of her bikini bottom, wriggling out of it and stepping free. With the water lapping at her ankles, she moves towards  Mei in the shallow end.

Swimming around the pool, Mei and Chloe eventually found themselves drifting closer together, their movements graceful and fluid as they glided through the water. They stopped, treading water to keep afloat, their eyes locked on each other's as they floated only inches apart. The warm water lapped around them, creating a soft, intimate atmosphere that was heightened by their nudity.

They slowly closed the distance between them until their wet bodies were pressed against each other. Their breaths came in small gasps as their lips met, their kiss at first tentative but quickly growing more passionate. The water felt almost silky against their skin as they moved together, their hands roaming over each other's naked flesh with a mix of curiosity and desire.

As they broke apart from their passionate kiss, taking a moment to catch their breaths, Chloe let out a small laugh, her eyes sparkling with contentment. "You have no idea how glad I am that you dropped by today," she said, her voice a mixture of affection and excitement.

  Mei grinned back, her arms still encircling Chloe's waist in the water. "Same here," she replied, a note of contentment in her own voice. "This is definitely better than my usual cool-down routine.”

As they continued floating together, Chloe couldn't help but notice the firmness of Mei's muscles, her fingers gently tracing the contours of them beneath the water. "Damn, you're all muscle, aren't you?" she said with a small laugh, her voice tinged with admiration. "Every inch of you is toned and tight. I mean, I knew you were fit, but damn."

Mei chuckled, a hint of satisfaction at the compliment evident in her eyes. "Years of soccer will do that to a body," she replied, her voice tinged with a touch of pride. "You gotta build some muscle and endurance to keep up with the rest of the team."

  Chloe smiled, her hand continuing to trail over Mei's muscular frame, her touch lingering on the ridges of her abs and the toned flesh of her thighs. "I can see that," she said, her tone slightly huskier now.

As her hand continued to explore Mei's body, Chloe couldn't help but notice that beneath the firmness of her muscles, her skin was surprisingly soft. "It's kind of amazing," she said with a small laugh. "You're so strong and fit, and yet your skin is so damn soft. It's like the best of both worlds."

As they continued to float in their embrace, Mei took a moment to admire Chloe's body, her gaze roaming over her figure with an appreciative look. "You know," she said, her voice a bit lower as her eyes lingered on the curves of Chloe's hips and the smoothness of her skin. "You've got a pretty great body too. All soft and curvy and absolutely perfect."

After a few more moments of floating together, the kisses deepening and becoming more and more intense, Chloe broke the kiss to whisper up against Mei's ear. "Let's get out of the pool before we both turn into prunes," she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. "We can lie on the deck on some towels and get some sun."

  Mei nodded in agreement, and slowly they made their way out of the pool, dripping water as they climbed out. They grabbed some nearby towels and lay down on their stomachs, their wet skin gleaming in the sunlight.

Chloe and Mei lying side by side, their eyes locked in a gaze that speaks volumes. The air between them crackles with tension, a silent acknowledgment of the desire that simmers beneath the surface. Chloe's lips curve into a slight, knowing smile as she takes in Mei's flushed cheeks and dilated pupils. Mei, in turn, can't help but trace the contours of Chloe's face, her fingers itching to reach out and touch the soft skin.

Their breaths synchronize, shallow and quick, as they lean in closer, the space between them shrinking with each passing second. The world around them fades away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a moment of pure, unfiltered desire. Chloe's eyes flicker down to Mei's lips, lingering there before returning to meet Mei's gaze. Mei's heart races, her body aching for Chloe's touch, for the promise of intimacy that hangs heavy in the air.

In that moment, they are both vulnerable and powerful, two souls drawn together by an inexplicable force. The desire that courses through their veins is a living thing, a hunger that demands to be satiated. And as they finally close the distance between them, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss, they know that this is just the beginning of a journey filled with exploration, discovery, and unbridled passion.

Mei leans in, her lips softly brushing against Chloe’s, feeling the gentle warmth of her breath. The kiss deepens, tongues intertwining in a slow, sensual dance. Her mouth  moves with an insistent hunger, as if savouring every moment of the connection. It cannot be overstated how much Mei loves kissing Chloe. It’s a moment she never wants to end, a perfect blend of tenderness and fervour that leaves her utterly satisfied and yearning for more. 

Chloe’s hands gently cup Mei's face, her fingers tracing the line of her jaw as she pulls away slightly, her eyes locked on Mei's, savouring the moment.

Slowly, Chloe's lips trail down Mei's neck, leaving a path of soft kisses. She can feel Mei's pulse quicken under her touch, her skin flushed and responsive. Chloe's hands slide down to Mei's shoulders, then her arms, her touch light and teasing. She moves lower, her mouth exploring the delicate curve of Mei's collarbone, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin.

Her hands find Mei's waist, her fingers splaying out to feel the curve of her hips. She continues her descent, her lips brushing against the soft swell of Mei's breasts, her tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Chloe knows Mei’s nipples are super sensitive and proceeds to pay them plenty of attention, zeroing on the right one that always seems to lag behind the left one. She gently cups her breasts, tracing the curves before homing in on the hardened nipples. Mei’s breath quickens, her body arching slightly in response. Chloe takes her time, her kisses slow and deliberate, building anticipation as she moves lower, her hands and mouth working in harmony to explore every inch of Mei's body.

Chloe's lips softly brush against Mei's inner thigh, her breath warm and teasing. Mei shivers, anticipating the pleasure to come. Her hands gently guide Mei's legs apart, her fingers tracing delicate patterns on the sensitive skin. With a slow, deliberate motion, Chloe's tongue begins its ascent, savouring the taste of Mei's arousal. She lingers at the apex, her eyes meeting Mei's as she circles the swollen bud, eliciting a gasp of delight. Chloe's fingers join the dance, sliding into Mei with a rhythm that matches the flick of her tongue. Mei's hips buck, her body responding to the expert touch, as Chloe continues to explore every inch of her, tasting, teasing, and satisfying her deepest desires.

Chloe's fingers gently caress the curve of Mei's thigh, sending shivers down her spine. She leans in, her breath warm against Mei's skin, as she begins to explore with her tongue. Starting at the inside of Mei's knee, Chloe moves upward, her touch soft and teasing. Mei's breath hitches as Chloe's lips brush against her inner thigh, leaving a trail of anticipation.

The air fills with the sounds of their shared pleasure, Chloe’s soft moans mingling with Mei's gasps and whimpers. Mei's body tenses, her breaths coming in short, sharp bursts as Chloe's skilled tongue brings her closer to the edge. With one final, deep stroke, Chloe sends Mei over the brink, her body shuddering with release.

Chloe lifts her head, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she looks up at Mei, her eyes glistening with desire and triumph.

Mei leans in close to Chloe, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. She reaches out with her hand, gently touching the outline of Chloe's jaw before sliding her fingers down to her collarbone.

Chloe shivers at the touch, her breath hitching slightly. Mei smiles, her fingers continuing their exploration, moving lower to the curve of Chloe's breast.

Mei's fingers dance over Chloe's body, tracing patterns that make her squirm with anticipation. She leans in to whisper in Chloe's ear, her breath hot and tantalizing. "You taste as sweet as a strawberry," she murmurs, her voice a low purr.

Chloe's eyes flutter closed as Mei's fingers find their way to her nipples, rolling and teasing them as her other hand moves lower, skimming over Chloe's stomach, making her muscles tense and quiver. Mei’s hands find their way to her hips, holding her firmly as she continues her ascent. Her tongue flicks out, tasting Chloe's skin, making her arch with desire. When she finally reaches her destination, she pauses, her breath hot against Chloe's most intimate place. Her hips lift slightly, begging for more. Mei's tongue delves deeper, exploring every fold and curve with a gentle, insistent pressure. Her movements are slow and deliberate, drawing out Chloe's pleasure. Her fingers tangle in Mei's hair, guiding her, urging her on. Mei's hands roam, cupping and caressing, as her mouth works its magic. " You tastes so good," she moans.

Mei's touch is confident and sure as she slides her fingers between Chloe's folds, finding her clit and circling it with expert precision. Chloe gasps, her hips bucking slightly as Mei's fingers work their magic. Mei continues to tease and pleasure Chloe, her own desire growing with each gasp and moan.

Chloe's hands find Mei's shoulders, gripping tightly as she loses herself in the sensation. Mei's fingers move faster, her touch becoming more insistent as she brings Chloe closer to the edge. With a final, expert stroke, Mei sends Chloe over the brink, her body trembling with release.

Mei pulls back slightly, a satisfied smile on her face as she watches Chloe come down from her high. 

Chloe leaned back on her arms, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Mei," she said, her voice a sultry purr, “I’ll be right back.” With a burst of energy, she suddenly darted off into the house. Mei watched, her gaze hungry and curious, eagerly awaited her return.

She returns holding a butt plug and a dildo and says jokingly, “Look what I found in the toy box!”

“What do we have here? Oh my god! That is huge!”

“Would you be so kind?” Chloe says as she hands the toys and a bottle of lube to Mei.

“It would be my pleasure but I’ll make sure to use extra lube.” 

Mei slips in the pool and stands behind Chloe, who is on all fours on the deck, her back arched and her legs spread wide. Mei's eyes are focused intently as she carefully lubricates the butt plug, ensuring it's slick and ready. Chloe takes a deep breath, her anticipation evident in the slight tension of her muscles.

Mei gently parts Chloe's cheeks, exposing the tight, puckered hole. She presses the tip of the butt plug against Chloe's entrance, applying light pressure. Chloe exhales slowly, relaxing as the plug begins to push past the initial resistance. Mei watches closely, adjusting the angle slightly to ease the insertion.

The plug slides in, inch by inch, Mei pausing occasionally to let Chloe adjust. Chloe's breath catches as the widest part of the plug passes through, a soft moan escaping her lips. Mei continues to push gently until the plug is fully seated, the base resting against Chloe's skin.

Chloe straightens up slightly, her body adjusting to the new sensation. Mei runs a soothing hand over Chloe's back, murmuring encouragement. Chloe smiles, a mixture of relief and pleasure on her face, as she feels the plug shift slightly with her movements, sending small waves of stimulation through her body.

Mei's fingers gently caress the curve of Chloe's spine, eliciting a soft shiver from her partner. With a knowing smile, Mei reaches for the sleek, black dildo, her touch lingering on its cool, smooth surface. She leans in, her breath warm against Chloe's ear, whispering, “Ready?” 

“But this could double as a baseball bat,” Mei says as she looks it over. " I’ll take it extra slow.”

Mei reached for the bottle of lubricant, uncapping it with a soft click and begins spreading it along the length of the dildo, ensuring every inch is coated.

She then positions herself behind Chloe, her hands sliding over her hips, fingers brushing against the base of the butt plug already nestled snugly inside her. She guides the tip of the dildo to Chloe's entrance, feeling her partner's body tense with excitement.

Slowly, Mei pushes the dildo inside, inch by inch, her movements deliberate and teasing. Chloe moans softly, her body accommodating the insertion, the sensation heightened by the presence of the butt plug. Her hips rock gently, the dildo sliding deeper, filling Chloe completely.

Mei's hands roam over Chloe's body, her touch both soothing and arousing. The air fills with the sounds of their pleasure, the dildo gliding in and out, the butt plug adding an extra layer of intensity to their connection.

“It’s really stretching you.”

Chloe's body trembles, her muscles clenching around the dildo as Mei continues to move, their bodies in perfect sync. 

“Yes, yes!”

Mei’s own pleasure builds, fuelled by the sight of the dildo, glistening with lubricant, slipping in an out of  her wet pussy with each thrust.

Chloe's body arches as a wave of pleasure crashes over her. Her breath catches in her throat, releasing in a soft, shuddering moan. Her skin flushes, a rosy hue spreading across her chest and neck. 

“I’m coming. Oh…I’m coming.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and her lips part slightly, as if whispering an ancient secret. Each muscle in her body tenses and releases, like a symphony of sensation playing just beneath her skin. Her fingers dig into the soft fabric of the towel beneath her, clutching tightly as she rides the crest of her climax. Her hips lift and fall in a rhythm as old as time, each movement drawing out the intensity of her pleasure. In this moment, she is pure, unadulterated ecstasy, a living, breathing embodiment of desire.

“Your turn,” Chloe says, breathless.

“You know, I think I’ll pass on that bad boy. I just need your mouth and tongue,” Mei says with a smile.

“Let me just take out my butt plug.” She slowly turns around and reaches back to grasp the base of the plug. With a gentle tug she pulls it out and turns to Mei, her cheeks flushed a deep pink. “That was intense.”

Chloe turns over onto her back and adjusts herself to meet her as Mei lowers herself slowly, her thighs brushing against Chloe's cheeks as she positions herself perfectly. Chloe's breath is hot against Mei's pussy, her anticipation palpable. Mei begins to grind gently, feeling Chloe's eager tongue tease her clit. The sensation is electric, sending shivers down Mei's spine. She rocks her hips, urging Chloe to delve deeper. Chloe's hands grip Mei's ass, pulling her closer, her tongue exploring every fold with fervent hunger. Mei's moans fill the air, growing louder as Chloe's skillful licks bring her closer to the edge. Mei's breathy moans begin to escape her lips, each "ooo" trembling with a mix of anticipation and delight as Chloe's touch ignites every nerve ending. Her "mmms" are a symphony of pleasure, low and throaty, vibrating with an intensity that matches the rhythm of Chloe's movements. Mei's body quivers, her sounds growing more urgent and desperate, a sensual melody that fills the air, drawing Chloe deeper into the dance of ecstasy. Her body tenses, and with a final, shuddering cry, Mei comes, her climax pulsing through her as Chloe laps up every last drop of her desire.

Mei and Chloe lay quietly on their towels on the deck, the warm sun drying their damp skin. Exhaustion and contentment washed over them as they basked in the afterglow, their breathing syncing up as they lay next to each other.

  The only sound that could be heard was the occasional chirp of a bird in the distance, and the soft rustling of the leaves in the gentle breeze. For a few quiet moments, they simply lay there, enjoying each other's presence and the peacefulness of the moment.

Mei let out a soft sigh of contentment, a small smile playing on her lips. "That was amazing," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't think I've ever felt so... alive.” Chloe chuckled softly beside her, her hand reaching out to find Mei's. "You and me both," she replied, her voice equally hushed. "I swear, every time I think we can't top the last time, we go and prove ourselves wrong."

As Mei and Chloe got dressed after their swim, they chatted and laughed, the easy chemistry between them evident in the way they interacted. As they were pulling on their shoes, Chloe turned to Mei, a hopeful look on her face. "Hey, you free tonight by any chance?" 

Mei looked up, her hands paused in the act of tying her shoelaces. "I think so," she replied, a hint of a smile on her lips. "Why, you have something in mind?"

Chloe's smile widened, clearly pleased that Mei was available. "I was just thinking," she said, her voice taking on a slightly playful tone. "We could do something fun. Maybe grab dinner, or catch a movie, or just... hang out at my place and chill. What do you think?"

  Mei finished tying her shoes, her gaze meeting Chloe's. "That sounds great," she said, her own smile growing to match Chloe's. "I'm all for a chill night in."

“Netflix and chill.”

“Sounds good.”

As Mei left Chloe's, she found herself smiling as she walked, her thoughts alternating between the memory of their swim and the anticipation of their upcoming evening together. The feel of the water on her skin, the sound of Chloe's laughter, the way her heart had raced as their lips had met…

  As she walked, Mei couldn't help but hope that the night to come would be even more memorable than the morning had been.

                                                                  FOUR

The Interview

“Coming!” Lisa takes a deep breath as she reaches the door, freshly showered and clad in a white hotel robe that clings to her curves, the memories of the previous evening’s passionate encounter still lingering in her mind. Her hair is damp, and she can feel the chill of the hall against her skin as she pulls open the door, revealing Tanya, the journalism student, and her friend Vivienne, on the other side.

Lisa offers a warm smile, her voice soft and welcoming. “Come in, come in. Excuse the mess, I just finished showering.”

“It’s Tanya, right?”

As Lisa gestures for Tanya to take a seat, she bends down to pick up some discarded clothes that are scattered around the room. The movement causes the front of her robe to gape open for a brief moment, revealing a tantalizing flash of her bare breasts. Lisa, seemingly oblivious to the brief exposure, continues busying herself with tidying up the room, her voice casual and unruffled. 

With her robe left slightly open and revealing more of her body than intended, she turns to greet Tanya's friend, Vivienne. She smiles warmly, feeling a slight pang of embarrassment as she realizes her state of undress. Nevertheless, she continues to address them, her voice friendly but her eyes betraying a hint of nervousness.

“And you are…Vivienne, right? Always lovely to meet a fan. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

Tanya and Vivienne share a glance, a mix of embarrassment and intrigue in their eyes. The sight of Lisa, her body half-exposed, has clearly had an effect on them, and they can't help but feel a stirring of attraction and curiosity. They sit down, their eyes occasionally darting back to Lisa, taking in her physique and the way the robe clings to her curves. The air in the room seems to grow heavy with tension as the two women struggle to keep their thoughts and desires in check.

Lisa offers the two women a choice of drinks, explaining that the hotel's wine was complimentary, “ although it’s a little early in the day. There’s also water or soda pop.” Tanya and Vivienne exchange another glance, a silent conversation between them as they decide.

“I'll have some wine," Tanya says after a moment, her voice a little huskier than usual.

“Me too,” Vivienne adds, her eyes glancing at Lisa's exposed flesh.

“Nice. You’re my kinda gals.”

Lisa comes back with the glasses of wine, her movements causing the front of her robe to gap open even further. This time, she's more aware of the exposure, but she doesn't make a move to pull the robe shut. Instead, she hands each woman their wine, her eyes meeting theirs for a moment before she returns to the small kitchen area to grab a glass for herself.

Both Tanya and Vivienne can't help but let their gazes linger on Lisa's exposed body, their desire growing with each passing second.

The women raise their glasses in a toast, their eyes still fixed on Lisa as they take a sip of their wine. The rich, smooth taste of the alcohol slides down their throats, the warmth spreading through their bodies as they continue to admire Lisa's curves. 

“Mmm... that's good,” Tanya says, her voice low and soft.

“Definitely a nice vintage,” Vivienne agrees, her words tinged with a hint of lust, glancing at Lisa. 

“So, you’re both pursuing higher education?”

Vivianne explains that she’s studying sociology while Tanya shares that she’s working on a journalism degree.

“Good for you two!”

“I want to be an investigative journalist, uncovering hidden truth and shedding light on important issues.”

Lisa turns to Vivienne. “I want to specialize in social dynamics and community development. I believe that understanding human behaviour and social systems is key to creating positive change.

Lisa smiles, impressed by their ambition. “You both have such clear goals and ambitions. And so well articulated. Sounds almost rehearsed,” she says with a wink. “I have to say I’m impressed.”

Tanya and Vivienne exchange a glance, clearly touched by Lisa’s compliment.

“Thank-you so much.”

“Thanks, we appreciate that.”

Tanya reaches into her bag and takes out a small, handheld digital voice recorder. “Would it be ok if I recorded the interview?” asks Tanya.

 Lisa looks at the recording device in Tanya's hand and considers her request for a moment. She then gives a warm smile and responds.

“Of course, go ahead and use the recorder. I don't mind at all. It's always a good idea to make sure you have accurate quotes for your article.”

“Ok, great. Shall we start the interview?” asks Tanya. With a subtle flick of her thumb, she starts the recording, the small digital display blinking to life.

“By all means.”

Tanya looks down at her notes, her eyes quickly flicking over the words and then up at Lisa. A slight blush tinges her cheeks, and a flicker of mischief sparks her eyes. She takes a small sip of wine to moisten her dry mouth, then looks Lisa directly in the eye and asks a question.

“Excuse me, Ms Brettner. I have a slightly naughty question I hope you don’t mind answering,” she asks with a laugh.

“Call me Lisa and the naughtier the better.”

“Do you not get turned as you write your novels?”

Lisa raises an eyebrow at the question, a small smile playing on her lips.

“Starting with a provocative question to grab your reader’s attention. Well done.”

She takes a moment to consider her answer, her body still open and exposed in the white hotel robe.

“Oh, I'd be lying if I said I don't get turned on while writing,” she replies, her voice low and sultry. “After all, my books are all about exploring the boundaries of pleasure and desire.” Tanya seems intrigued by Lisa's answer, her eyes raking up and down Lisa's exposed body in a way that borders on obvious. She nods, curious about the writing process. 

“Do you have to take a break sometimes when you get too turned on? To...take care of things?”

Lisa chuckles at the question, a slightly shy but amused expression on her face. “Oh, I like where you’re heading.” She takes a moment to consider her response. “Mmm…, sometimes I do,” she admits, her voice tinged with a hint of playfulness. "It can be challenging to focus when your mind and body are both... distracted, shall we say. But it's all part of the creative process, right?” 

Vivienne speaks up, a wicked grin on her face. Her eyes are still fixed on Lisa, her body leaning forward in her seat, clearly invested in the conversation.

“I must say…,” she says, her voice low and sultry. “…at times when I read your books, I find myself having to take quite a few ‘breaks.’” Lisa smiles at Vivienne's words, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She takes a moment to respond, her voice soft and slightly husky.

“If my writing causes you to take breaks and... ‘take care of things’, then as an author, I'd say I'm doing something right.”

Vivienne lets out a soft moan as she hears Lisa's words, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip in what seems to be an involuntary reaction. She can't keep her eyes off of Lisa, her desire growing with every word spoken. Meanwhile, Tanya looks at Vivienne, noticing the effect the conversation is having on her friend. Her eyes are darkened with desire, the atmosphere in the room taking on an even more charged tone.

Tanya knows exactly what Vivienne is thinking, she can see the hunger in her eyes and the subtle way she shifts in her seat. It's clear that they both are growing more and more affected by Lisa's presence and her words. Tanya takes a moment to collect herself as she changes the topic of conversation, her mind still reeling from the previous discussion. She looks at Lisa, curious about the history of women's roles and expectations from a different time period.

“Lisa, you've probably thought deeply about this. How have women's roles and expectations changed since the time of Jane Austen?”

Lisa takes a moment to consider the question, her mind going through a complex series of thoughts on the topic. Finally, she speaks, her voice thoughtful and knowledgeable as she delves into the topic in detail.

“Well, in the time of Jane Austen, women were often expected to be meek, submissive, and confined to domestic duties. The idea of a woman having a career or pursuing higher education was largely unheard of, and their value was often measured by their ability to marry well and become a good wife and mother.”

“Today, however, things have changed significantly," Lisa continues. "Women are no longer seen as mere domestic helpers, restricted to traditional gender roles. They are pursuing higher education, starting careers, and breaking through the glass ceiling of industries once considered exclusive to men.”

“Women are taking control of their own lives in ways unheard of during the time of Jane Austen. They are fighting for equality, demanding respect, and refusing to be defined by narrow societal expectations.”

Tanya nods, absorbing the information as Lisa speaks. Her journalistic mind is clearly analyzing the information and thinking about potential questions and follow-up questions.

“Interesting. But with all these changes, do you think that women have also faced new challenges or pitfalls in today's society that perhaps didn't exist during the time of Jane Austen?” argues Tanya. 

Lisa nods, acknowledging the point in Tanya's question.

“Yes, the newfound agency that women have today does come with a different set of responsibilities and expectations,” she says. “Before, women were often shielded from certain types of consequences, but now that they have more freedom and independence, they are expected to be accountable for their actions and responsible for their decisions to a greater extent than before.” 

As the interview continues, Lisa speaks passionately about women exploring their sexuality and having the freedom to express themselves.

“It's important for women to have the opportunity to explore their sexuality and understand their own desires and boundaries,” she says, her voice soft and warm as she speaks. “It's a part of who we are as individuals, and no one should have that right taken away from them. And this includes same sex-relationships.”

“During Jane Austen's time, same-sex relationships, especially among women, weren't acknowledged or accepted in society.”

She continued, her fingers tracing the edge of her wine glass.

“But many believe that Austen, who was quite forward-thinking for her era, may have subtly hinted at such relationships in her novels.” Lisa's eyes flicked between the two young women, a subtle suggestion lingering in her gaze.

“Sorry, but can we do this as I get dressed?” Lisa interjects as she glances at the clock.

They exchange a quick glance, a mix of confusion and intrigue and after a moment of silent communication Tanya speaks up, her voice trembling a little. Vivienne nods in agreement, her own eyes sparkling with intrigue.

“Uh, sure. If you like.” 

“Great. I just have an appointment this morning so I thought I’d do some multi-tasking.”

Lisa can’t help but feel a thrill at the idea of undressing in front of them as she stands and slowly unfastens the sash on her robe. As the plush fabric falls open, her body is slowly revealed, her smooth tanned flesh exposed to their gaze. Tanya and Vivienne watch, their eyes widening in surprise and curiosity, as Lisa steps out of her robe, standing before them completely nude, Vivienne especially noticing her nipple rings.

“So where were we?” asks Lisa.

“You were talking about women exploring their sexuality, I think…,” Tanya responds, her voice betraying her nervousness but also a hint of excitement.

“Oh, right. So Jane Austen knew how to write about love and desire in ways that were subtle but effective. Her words could hint at passion and sensuality without ever crossing into vulgarity, leaving readers to imagine the full extent of the characters’ desires and cravings.”

She reaches for her bra, the soft, lacy material cool against her skin. She takes a moment to admire the lacy design, her fingers tracing over the fabric with a gentle touch. Her eyes fixed on the mirror in front of her, watching as her own reflection moves with a sultry grace.

Then with a slow deliberate movement, she slips the bra over her breasts, the straps sliding up her shoulders as she fastens them in place. The lacy fabric of the bra molds to her curves, accentuating her figure in a way that is both elegant and seductive.

She lets her hair down, allowing it to fall in loose curls around her face as she continues speaking. The two girls watch her every move, their eyes glued to her body and their minds filled with impure thoughts. They take a sip of their wine, trying to appear casual and relaxed even though they're both feeling flustered and distracted by Lisa's state of undress. They avoid looking straight at her, not wanting to be too obvious about their flustered state, but they can't help stealing glances at her bare skin and curves. 

“You see, Jane Austen's work was so rich in social commentary and so subtle in its sensuality that it left readers guessing, imagining, and craving more. Her writing was sensual in its undertones but always left room for the reader's imagination to fill in the blanks.”

Tanya and Vivienne's eyes roamed over Lisa's figure in quick glances, taking in every inch of her body without restraint. Their gazes traveled from her perfectly full breasts to her toned stomach, to the curve of her hips and the smooth skin of her thighs. The sight of her, nude and beautiful, is more than they ever could have expected, and they can't help but stare at her with a mixture of awe and desire, their eyes sparkling with appreciation and a growing hunger.

“I love your tattoos,” Vivienne says.

“Yes, well we don’t always make the best life choices when we’re young.”

Lisa takes the opportunity to refill their glasses with wine, despite her lack of panties, her movements smooth and graceful. As she leans over, refilling their glasses, the girls get a perfect view of her curves, the smooth line of her back, the enticing roundness of her derrière and her clean shaven pussy.

“Can't let your glasses go empty, now can I?”

Tanya smiles and takes a sip of her wine, appreciative of the refill. Then Vivienne notices something familiar about the bra Lisa is wearing. As Lisa finishes adjusting her bra, Vivienne speaks up, her voice curious. She eyes the bra, appreciating its design and fit on Lisa's body.

“That bra is incredible. It fits you perfectly. What is the brand?”

Lisa smiles at Vivienne's question, her fingers running over the lace of the bra, feeling the smooth, luxurious material.

“This is a La Perla bra. They're an Italian lingerie brand known for their luxurious and seductive designs.”

Vivienne's eyes widen in surprise, a knowing grin spreading across her face.

“No way! I'm also wearing a La Perla bra too. Silk black with ivory  frastaglio. Their lingerie is to die for, isn't it?”

Lisa, intrigued by the revelation, grins and looks at Vivienne. Her eyes spark with curiosity and a hint of excitement.

“Oh really? You're wearing a La Perla bra too? I'd love to see it.” Lisa, her eyes sparkling with playfulness, looks at Vivienne and nods, a small, wicked smile on her lips.

“Right… now?” Vivienne chuckled lightly, her cheeks colouring a soft pink as she glances down at herself.

“Yes, right now. I can't wait to see the beautiful La Perla you're wearing.”

Vivienne, emboldened by the moment, unbuttons her blouse, her hands moving with confidence and grace. As each button comes undone, the hint of her bra becomes more visible, her beautiful curves peeking through the fabric. As she slides the blouse off her shoulders, the soft material whispers to the ground, leaving her in her lacy La Perla bra and a coy smile on her face. 

Tanya watches as Vivienne reveals her bra to Lisa, feeling a slight pang of jealousy in the pit of her stomach. But she swallows it down, trying to maintain her composure. At the same time, Lisa's gaze remains fixed on Vivienne, her eyes roaming over her exposed chest, drinking in her curves and flesh.

Lisa arches an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips at Vivienne's comment. She looks down at her own bra, admiring the way it hugs her curves and knowing how good it looks on her.

“Ah, so you have good taste, I see,” she says her tone laced with a bit of teasing and a hint of flirtiness.

Lisa glances over at Vivienne, her eyes tracing the curves of her body, and an idea comes to mind. She looks at Vivienne, a small, playful smile on her face.

“So, I have to ask,” she says, her voice low and slightly suggestive. "What cup size do you wear?”

Vivienne, clearly not expecting the bold question, blushes slightly, a bit taken aback at the personal question. However, she recovers quickly and responds with a bit of a cheeky grin.

“Well, I'm an E cup,” she replies, her voice holding a hint of pride and confidence.

Lisa's eyes light up at Vivienne's response, and she leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper.

“An E cup, mmm," she murmurs, her attention fully focused on Vivienne. “You’re very... well-endowed. Would it be too forward of me to ask if I could get a closer look?”

“Oh, sure.”

As Lisa reaches out and touches her bra, her fingertips gently brush over the material feeling it’s texture and quality. “Very pretty.”

Vivienne gasps softly at Lisa’s touch sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

She leans in slightly, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper as she speaks. “Mmm…, do you mind if I have a little peek at what's underneath there?” 

Vivienne, her lips slightly parted as if in disbelief, bites her lip at Lisa's request. Her eyes are fixed on the author, her body language betraying a mixture of attraction and shock.

Tanya’s gaze traveled from her bra to her face to see her reaction. Vivienne cheeks flush a deep shade of scarlet at Lisa’s request. She hesitates for a moment, her eyes darting over to Tanya before replying, her voice a little shaky but still clearly intrigued.

“Ok,…sure,” she says shyly.

Lisa's own state of undress is apparent as her bottom half remains bare, her legs crossed at the ankles.

Tanya watches as Vivienne slowly removes her bra, her eyes widening in mild shock and excitement. She takes a long gulp of her wine, trying to appear casual despite the rising tension in the room.

Lisa's eyes are fixed on Vivienne's bare breasts, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile at the sight. She takes a sip of her own wine, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Mmm, they’re gorgeous…May I?”

Vivienne nods, her breath catching slightly as she gives Lisa permission. Lisa reaches forward, her hands lifting to gently cup Vivienne's full, round breasts. Her hands are soft and warm, her touch almost reverent as she gently squeezes and massages the supple flesh. 

“Oh, my god, your nipples are pierced! Mine are too. You didn’t say anything!” Vivienne smiles, too self-conscious to speak.

She gasps softly as Lisa's hands cup her breasts, her back arching slightly as she presses into the touch. Her breathing becomes shallow and laboured, her eyes closing as she gives in to the sensation.

As she cradles her breasts in her palms, her thumbs move softly over the skin, gently circling and teasing her nipples, she allows a small, sultry smile to play at the corners of her lips. She looks up at Vivienne, her fingers gently pinch and tweak the nipple rings, her touch both firm and enticing.

Meanwhile, Tanya watches the exchange, her own body responding to the image of the two women together, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven. She takes a large sip of her wine, trying to hide the effect the scene is having on her.

Lisa's fingers continue to explore Vivienne's curves, her touch leaving a trail of fire on her skin. She looks up at her with dark, lust-filled eyes and responds to her gasps with a soft, sultry whisper.

“You like that, sweetheart?”

Vivienne nods meekly but is clearly aroused.

Lisa locks eyes with Vivienne's for a moment before shifting to Tanya. She can see the effect the scene is having on her, and a sly smile curving her lips.

“Does this excite you, Tanya?” she asks, her voice low and sultry. “Watching us together…?”

Tanya swallows hard, her eyes locked on Lisa and Vivienne. She feels a familiar stirring in her core, her body responding to the scene before her. She takes a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady as she replies.

“Y-yes," she whispers, her voice shaky and breathless. "It's... It's really hot," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks flushed.

Lisa's hands continue to caress Vivienne's breasts, her attention still focused on her, but she glances up, her eyes locking on Tanya's for a moment. She again takes a large sip of her wine, trying to hide the effect the scene is having on her.

“Have you two ever, you know, been together?" she asks, her voice low and slightly suggestive, almost like she's already certain of the answer.

“Yeah, we've messed around a few times,” Tanya admits, her voice low and almost guilty, as though she's confessing something naughty. She swallows, feeling a little self-conscious at being called out like that. But she can't deny the way her body is responding to the sight of Lisa and Vivienne together, the heat and tension in the room palpable.

Tanya takes another long drink of her wine to try and calm her racing heart.

“Why don't the three of us… ‘mess around,’ right now?" Lisa suggests, her voice low and sultry. “I'm sure we could all have some fun together.” Tanya’s cheeks flush even deeper at the question, her eyes darting away from Lisa's gaze.

Lisa's eyes gleam with excitement at the thought. She looks back and forth between Vivienne and then Tanya, a small, seductive smile on her lips.

Vivienne and Tanya exchange a brief glance, a silent conversation passing between them. They share a look that says ‘why not?’, their eyes meeting with a hint of excitement and excitement.

Tanya, not quite able to find the words, nods her head in agreement. Meanwhile, Vivienne speaks, her voice soft and eager.

“I’m in.”

Tanya takes a moment to compose herself before replying, her voice low and a little sheepish. “Me too.”

Tanya sets her wine glass down on the table with a soft clink. Her hands move to the buttons of her top, nimble fingers working to undo them one by one. As the buttons pop free, the fabric of her shirt opening, revealing the lacy, white bra underneath, her skin flushed and her breathing slightly laboured.

She stands up, stripping off her jeans, revealing a pair of pink hipster panties. Her movements are almost sensual as she pulls the jeans down her long, slender legs, her body on display for Vivienne and Lisa's hungry gazes. Her breathing is shallow and laboured, her body responding to the intense atmosphere in the room, the feeling of being watched and desired.

Lisa, unable to tear her eyes away from Tanya's curves, speaks up, her voice low and suggestive.

“Allow me…” she says, her hands moving towards the straps of Tanya's bra.

Lisa's hands move slowly, gently, and with a certain amount of reverence as she reaches for the straps of her bra. She takes her time, her fingers tracing the smooth skin of Tanya's back as she finds the clasps, her touch soft and teasing. Finally, the clasps come undone, and she slowly, deliberately, pulls the bra away, revealing Tanya's bare breasts to the cool air of the room.

Vivienne watches the scene unfolding in front of her, her eyes fixed on Tanya's exposed breasts. Her breathing is shallow, her own body responding to the sight. As she watches, she takes another sip from her wine glass, her mouth suddenly dry, her heart beating faster in her chest.

Lisa looks over at Vivienne and Tanya, her eyes traveling over their bodies with unabashed desire. A small smile curves her lips as she speaks, her voice low and sultry.

“You two are still a bit overdressed, don't you think?” she says, her gaze lingering on their form, and the way their clothes cling to their curves.

Vivienne and Tanya exchange another brief glance, an almost conspiratorial look passing between them. Vivienne, working to unbutton her jeans, her movements slow and deliberate, responds immediately. Within moments, both women are standing in just their panties, their bodies on full display to Lisa, who watches with a growing hunger in her eyes.

Vivienne runs a hand through her hair, a small, self-conscious gesture, almost as though she wants to make sure she looks good for Lisa's gaze. Her own heart is racing.

Lisa gestures towards the couch, her voice still low and sultry, yet authoritative.

“Come here, come here both of you,” she says, her eyes roaming over their bodies, drinking in every curve and line. "I want you two to kneel on the couch, rest your arms on the backrest, and leave the rest to me.”

Lisa motions to the couch, her voice soft and commanding.

“Come here, girls. Kneel down.” Vivienne and Tanya follow her direction, their bodies moving with a fluid, almost graceful movement. They position themselves on the couch, their knees sinking into the cushions, their bottoms displayed and their arms resting on the back of the couch as instructed. They look back at Lisa, their eyes searching for her next instruction.

Lisa kneels down behind Tanya, her hands moving to the waistband of her panties. She looks up for a moment, her eyes locking with Tanya's, asking a silent question. When Tanya nods,  she hooks her fingers into the thin, satin fabric and slowly begins to draw them down her hips, over her bottom and thighs, and down her legs.

Lisa stands up, her hands moving to the slender curves of Vivienne's hips. Her eyes lock on Vivienne's, searching for any sign of hesitation, but seeing only desire and a willingness to follow her lead. She grasps the waistband of Vivienne's panties and slowly pulls them down, her hands tracing over the soft, smooth skin of her hips as she pulls the panties down over her bottom and thighs and off her legs, leaving both women completely bare before her.

Lisa looks at the two women, now completely naked and on display, and feels a rush of desire running through her. She smirks, her voice low and authoritative as she speaks, her eyes roving over their exposed bodies.

“Spread your legs, and arch your backs for me," she instructs, her words leaving no room for argument. “Let me see all of you.”

Tanya and Vivienne respond without hesitation. They follow Lisa's command, their legs opening, their backs arching, and their bodies on full display for her hungry eyes. They spread wide, opening themselves up completely, a silent offering, their breath quickening as they wait for her next command. Lisa lets out a soft moan as she moves towards Tanya, her hands moving to rest on her soft, supple bum cheeks. She looks up, their eyes meeting for a moment, a silent connection passing between them her fingers tracing small circles on her skin. She leans in closer, her mouth hovering just millimetres from Tanya's pussy. She takes a moment to admire the sight before her, the way Tanya's back is arched, the way her body is open and vulnerable, just waiting for her touch. Then, she parts her lips and begins to explore.

Tanya gasps as she feels Lisa's tongue against her skin. Her body tenses up, her shoulders tightening as a wave of pleasure washes over her. Her head falls back, her throat exposed as she lets out a low moan, unable to hold back her reaction.

Tanya gasps as Lisa makes contact with her pussy, her body shuddering at the sensation, every nerve in her body coming alive with pleasure. Her muscles tense, the arch of her back becoming even more pronounced as she gives in to the feeling of Lisa's mouth on her most sensitive parts. Pressing her lips into her sensitive flesh she slowly swirls her tongue into her clit, and with a slow, intimate motion she sucks and nibbles gently. As she continues, she can feel Tanya’s body responding to the attention, her skin growing hotter beneath her touch.

Lisa shifts to her left, her body moving with a graceful, fluid motion. She kneels down beside Tanya, her body leaning slightly against her, her left hand still cupping and pleasuring her. With her right hand, she begins to caress Vivienne's thigh, her fingers tracing tiny patterns on her skin as she moves closer.

Vivienne lets out a soft moan as Lisa's fingers trace up and down her thigh, her skin warm to the touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing under the gentle touch. Her eyes flutter shut, her breath hitching in her chest as the sensations flood her body, her hips arching ever so slightly towards Lisa's fingers, a silent plea for more.

Lisa's fingers continue to explore Vivienne's thighs, her touch a tantalizing combination of firm and gentle, her fingers tracing patterns as she moves them closer and closer to her centre. Then, she buries her head between her legs, her lips and tongue finding their target, moving against her with a confidence and familiarity that speaks of experience and desire. Her tongue flicking out to taste her for the first time, tracing a slow path across Vivienne's folds, exploring her with a sensuality and a sense of ownership that leaves no doubt as to who is in control. 

Vivienne and Tanya react with moans and gasps as Lisa's tongue dips into and out of them, their bodies arching, their fingers clutching at the cushions, their toes clenching and unclenching. They move closer together, their mouths meeting in a hungry, desperate kiss, their bodies pressing together in a tangle of flesh and desire. Their hands reach out to each other, their mouths moving, their tongues battling for dominance, the hunger and need between them palpable and intense.

Meanwhile, Lisa continues to explore them both, her fingers and tongue working in harmony, driving them both closer and closer to the edge of pleasure. Tanya and Vivienne, both lost in the experience, reach the crest of their pleasure. Their bodies arch and tense, their muscles shuddering as waves of ecstasy roll over them, overwhelming their senses and drowning out everything but the sensation of Lisa's touch. Their breathing comes faster, their bodies on fire, their minds consumed by the pleasure Lisa is giving them.

As they come, the rush of pleasure washes over them, every nerve ending in their bodies buzzing with the sensation. They can feel the tension leaving their bodies, their muscles relaxing as the pleasure ekes away. Their breath comes in ragged gasps, their chests heaving as they try to catch their breath and ground themselves back in reality, the aftershocks of the orgasm still rippling through them.

As the women come down from their climax, they collapse in a tangle of limbs and panting breaths, their bodies spent and satiated. They lay there for a moment, their eyes closed, their skin covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their chests heaving as they struggle to catch their breaths.

Suddenly, Lisa looks up at the clock and her eyes widen in surprise as she realizes the time. She stands up, quickly collecting her things, her movements almost frantic in her haste to get out the door on time.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I've got that appointment and I completely lost track of time.”

She quickly pulls on her clothes, her hands moving in smooth, efficient motions as she gets dressed. Just before she leaves, she turns back to the two women on the couch, a small, guilty smile on her face.

Lisa laughs softly as she looks at the two of them, still naked and satiated by her touch. She gives them a warm smile, a hint of guilt in her eyes, and shakes her head. 

“I know. Perhaps another time. You were both amazing,” Lisa says detecting the forlorn look in their faces.

“If you need an interview ‘Part two’ just email me. I know this was cut short.”

Lisa glances up at the clock one more time, her eyes flickering with realization that she's really going to be late. She tugs at the hem of her shirt, straightening it as she looks down at the girls on the couch. She takes a moment to admire them, their disheveled hair, their flushed skin, the way their bodies still seem to hum with the remnants of the pleasure she had given them.

“Alright, I really have to go. Check out time is at eleventh, so make sure you're gone by then. Good bye, my darlings.”

Tanya and Vivienne nod, their voices still a little breathless from their earlier efforts. They push themselves up into a sitting position, their bodies moving with the languid grace of someone who has just been thoroughly satisfied.

“Don't worry, we'll be out of here in no time,” says Tanya.

“Thank you for everything, Lisa. It was... incredible,” says Vivienne.

They nod in understanding, a small, satisfied smile on both of their faces. They lie there on the couch, still naked, their bodies still recovering from the pleasure Lisa had given them. They watch her as she finishes getting dressed, their eyes tracing over her body, taking in every movement as she prepares to leave.

Tanya and Vivienne high five each other with a satisfied smile, a small sense of triumph in their eyes. They've had an unforgettable afternoon, a moment of pleasure and excitement that will stay with them for a long time. They take a moment to watch as Lisa hurries out the door, their eyes tracing the curves of her body, their minds already planning the next time they'll be together.

They look at each other, their eyes wide in disbelief, a small, incredulous smile on their faces. They've just had an experience most people could only dream about. Getting to be intimate with Lisa Brettner, one of the most successful and sought-after authors in the industry.

Vivienne, her voice filled with equal parts wonder and disbelief, speaks first. 

“I can’t believe I did that with Lisa Brettner. It's like a dream come true!”

“I know, right? It still feels surreal, like it wasn't even real. I can’t believe we actually did it with Lisa Brettner!”

Tanya, her voice still filled with wonder, nods in agreement. She's still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that she just had an intimate encounter with Lisa, one of the most successful authors in the industry.

She says, her eyes wide and a small, incredulous smile on her face, “now where are my notes?” She looks around the room, her eyes searching for a moment. Finally, she spots her notes on the floor near the couch, a small stack of papers covered in her scrawled handwriting.

“Ah, there they are! I was worried I lost them for a moment,”  she says. She walks over and picks them up as well as her recorder, a small sigh of relief escaping her as she cradles them in her hand.