Discoveries Between the Sheets

"Are you going to keep watch?" Ali huffed as she carefully unscrewed the security plate over the keycard slot for Vice President du Verre's room, attempting to glare at Febee and read the lockpicking instructions scrolling across her glasses all at once. "Or are you just going to keep getting hammered?"

"Aww, Anais." The elf threw back her sake, taking a moment to refill her tiny cup before wedging the chilled bottle back into her cleavage. "Don't make me choose."

"Wasn't this whole thing your job?" The scholar attached her palm computer to the side of the door, waiting for it to wirelessly link to the exposed lock's processor before slipping a blank metal card into the device. "And your father, I might add?"

"Pfft." Febee's dismissive noise turned into a curse as she slopped her cup of booze down the front of her bathrobe. "Aw fuck. I was totally gonna steal this thing, too."

Ali shook her head as her palm computer vibrated against her hand, announcing the completion of its task. "I swear, if we pull this all off? But still get busted because you stole a bunch of robes and towels and shampoo and shit?" The woman pulled out the freshly magnetized card and slotted it into a door, pleased by the resultant chime as it unlocked. "I'm going to be super pissed."

Febee somehow managed a regal glare even while quarter-drunk and wrestling her way out of her soaked robe. "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it."

Understatement of the century. Arguing the point further would be a waste of time, Ali reasoned, slipping her lockpicking tools back into her thigh compartment before holding the door open for Febee with a bow of mock-obsequiousness. "After you, Boss Lady."

"Took long enough, Errand Girl." Febee strode past, stripped down to just her enormous lace bra and tiny thong with her nose held imperiously in the air. Ali started to follow, only to for her play-annoyance to begin fizzling into actual annoyance when the elf dropped her dripping robe on the scholar's feet. "Take care of this, will you?"

"Uh-huh. Sure." Ali peevishly kicked the robe into the room, taking a last moment to peer down the hallway before following after her companion. Woof, look at this place. Ali was torn, as usual, between spite towards the comforts horded by the ultra-elite of her world and envy that she was unable to horde those same comforts for herself. Everything about this room just screamed 'This Costs More Than You', from the real bamboo tatami mats to the exquisite paintings to the artificial tree somehow bearing real peaches growing out of the wall. "His room is nicer than ours."

"Right? I should complain to the manager." Febee swayed past the large bed, snatching up a large piece of crocodile skin luggage. "Well, this is his bag. He was here, alright." She turned it over, carelessly dumping an obscenely-expensive change of clothes and a half-dozen familiar looking tubes onto the ground. Febee snatched one up, pulling a face that was equal parts disbelief and disgust. "What? LifeVita? That idiot actually eats this shit? Sponsors Above, talk about buying the company line."

"What about you?" Ali began rummaging through the papers strewn across the desk in the corner. "Didn't I see you eat a whole tube of that stuff on your stream?"

"Haha, what?! Ali, Girl, no." Febee flung herself down on the bed, idly using an arm to steady her wobbling tits. "That was a dummied-out prop filled with frosting. I'd never put that trash in my body. It's just the same old Sploop gunk."

"Meaning what, it tastes terrible and gives you the dumps?"

"Exactly." Febee stretched out luxuriously, unconcerned by the fat nipple that had escaped from the confines of her bra. "Lazy bastards didn't even try hard on the name this time. I mean, 'LifeVita'? That's, like, 'LifeLife'. Fucking stupid."

Well, Ali didn't disagree. But, having spotted something interesting on a scrap of paper buried under a pile of terrible business ideas and lewd doodles, she had more important matters to attend to than gossiping about the stupidity of Sploop Creative. "Here's something." The woman squinted, barely able to make out Vice President du Verre's child-like scrawlings. "I've got a number here, and a time. Something else, too, but fuck if I can read it."

"Let me. Father signed my birthday card most years; I'm practically an expert at his deciphering his scribbles." Febee extended her hand, clearly unwilling to move from her position of sprawled comfort. With a roll of her eyes, Ali ferried the paper over to the lounging elf, coughing awkwardly and trying not to stare too closely at her long, perfect legs, or that perfectly toned tummy, or those simply unfair tits. Ali watched Febee begin to read the paper, her neck heating up at the sight of her tucking a lock of honey blonde hair enough a long ear. Why was she still able to have this kind of effect? After all these years? After everything that had happened? Ali's self-inventory was thankfully interrupted when Febee glanced back up. "It says 'Benedict Flynn'."

Ali rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "So the rest must be a number to reach this 'Flynn', and a time for a conference."

"Uh, yeah." Febee crumbled up the paper, playfully sticking her tongue out as she tossed it into Ali's chest. "No shit, Detective."

"Oh, was that not impressive enough? How about this?" Ali reached over to the bedside table, plopping a finger down on the holoprojector. "Good chance he made the call from this, right? If he did, I can crack open the memory and bring up the recording of the call. We'll get audio and visual of his side of the conversation, at the very least." Ali smugly adjusted her glasses. "How's that? Detective-y enough for you?

"Oh, Brava!" Febee gave a smattering of applause, her eyes glowing with more amusement than her sarcastic reaction might imply. "Well? Don't let me slow you down with all this adulation. Let's do it!"

Ali blinked. "Do what?"

"Uh, what you just said? Dredging up the call?"

"Oh." Ali's arms dropped to her side, the smugness slowly draining from her expression. "I, um, can't."

"What."

"I mean, I can't right now!" Ali threw up her hands, as if trying to defend herself from Febee's withering stare. "I totally can, just, um, not until Auto has cooled down? See, I just used him to help pick the door lock? So I have to wait a while to pull up instructions for the hacking kit? So I--"

Febee's tortured sigh cut Ali's rambling defense off at the pass. "You know Anais, you project such an air of competence sometimes. It's so easy to forget that you're pretty much an airhead who managed to get her hands on the teacher's answer key."

Ali huffed. "I'm so not pretty much that."

"Nice, well said." Febee sighed, idly lifting a leg to toy with the bed sheets. "So how long until Professor Auto-Correct is ready to tutor you again?"

"Half an hour, maybe?"

"Hm. So we've got some time to kill." Ali stiffened as Febee's leg shifted, her toes tracing their way up the scholar's rapidly hardening dick. "D'you remember the first time we fucked on one of my father's beds?"

Ali tried to hide a gulp, doing her best to project a composed air. No easy feat when your erection has just popped out of the bottom of your leotard. "Sure I do. We were basically still kids. You told me it was your first time."

"Aww, I did." Febee offered Ali an affectionate smile as she lightly took hold of her throbbing girlcock, gently pulling the other girl into the bed with her. "And you believed me, too. It was very sweet."

"Uh-huh." Ali let her jacket slip to the ground as she crawled on top of Febee, the elf grinning up at her partner as she slipped her arms around the woman's toned body. She hummed in pleasure as Ali dipped her head for a kiss, their tongues caressing before the scholar pulled back again. "Can't really blame me. You were so bad at it, I figured you had to have been a virgin."

"So sorry I couldn't measure up to the reigning slut of Sploop Undergrad. Maybe you should go find someone who unfh~!" Febee's words died on her tongue as Ali traced her hand down the elf's stomach, smoothly slipping two fingers inside of her while expertly rolling her quivering little clit with a knuckle. "F-fuck, Ali!"

"Mm, yes; I figured that was the idea." Febee managed to stick her tongue out at Ali one more time before screwing her eyes shut, whimpering under the young woman's ministrations to her increasingly wet pussy. Ali curled her fingers inside the elf, her free hand slipping underneath her quaking body to unfasten the ultra-secure clasps of her bra with a single twist of her wrist. "Fuck, Febee; are you still getting bigger?"

"Y-yes, I mm~!" Febee bit her lip, holding back a whine as Ali slipped a third finger into her. "Think I got'm s-spliced in too early, w-wasn't anh~! Wasn't done growing..."

Ali hummed thoughtfully, running a hand up the black diamond slope that was Febee's enormous breast. "That adds up; your mom always had big ol' MILF tits stuffed into those tight turtlenecks she strutted around in. You were already gonna be a big girl, weren't you?"

"Uh-huh~" Febee nodded, a glazed look in her sparkling pink eyes. "'M already so much bigger than Mother, though."

"No kidding." Ali tried and utterly failed to squeeze one of Febee's boobs in a single hand, the elf squealing in delight as milk began heavily beading from her excited teat. "You're almost as big as that elf who runs Estrostem, now. Or are you already that big?"

"N-no, I'm not..."

"Oh? You know for sure, do you?" Ali shifted her hips, pressing the head of her rock-hard shaft against Febee's drooling cunny. "You've checked, haven't you? You just can't wait to be the biggest damn elf slut in Cardinal, can you?"

Febee gave Ali the flattest look she could manage while simultaneously breathless and semi-penetrated. "Will you just fuck me already?!"

Ali was nothing if not obliging. The young woman pushed forward with her hips, inexorably sinking her long cock into the Febee's shuddering depths. The elf sighed in something close to rapture, digging her fingers into the sheets as she began rolling her hips in time with Ali's thrusts. Febee couldn't seem to stop giggling between moans of bliss, the sounds of her joy underscored by Ali's gasps and the increasingly wet splat of their thighs hitting one another. Febee arched her back and wailed, Ali's much smaller breasts squishing into her enormous ones as she gushed in orgasm. "G-get me there again! I need it!"

Fuck, it was a good thing these Proaprism dicks were built with stamina in mind. Even someone as skilled as Ali would have had a difficult time obliging the ravenous cow elf with a less premium brand of cock. As it was, Ali just gritted her teeth and hiked up one of Febee's legs, her hips a blur as she set about truly pounding the overripe streamer. For her part, Febee could manage little more than burying her hands into her massive boobs, her shrieks of delight muffled by the sheets as she splattered Ali's groin with girlcum yet again.

On and on they went, Febee's raw sexuality finding its match in Ali's bio-engineered vitality and hard-won expertise. Eventually, however, it was too much even for Ali. "I'm close," She panted, her thrusts speeding up.

"Tits! Finish on my tits!"

Ali didn't need to be told twice. A moment later she was hissing through gritted teeth, doing her best to aim as her cock launched a rope of cum across Febee's voluminous cleavage. The elf cooed appreciatively, smooshing her breasts together with both arms to present the best target as she teased and urged her partner on. Once Ali had finally sighed in relief, the last dribbles of spunk dripping onto Febee's perfect boobs, Febee favored the woman with what seemed to be a beatific, truly sincere smile. "That was nice."

Nodding dizzily, Ali carefully stuffed her spent dick back into her leotard. "I'm pretty sure you said that the first time, too."

"Mm." Febee took a moment to wipe off her chest with one of her father's shirts before taking hold of Ali's hand, pulling her down to lay beside her. "I seem to remember saying a few other things, too."

"Yeah." Ali attempted a smile as she settled down onto the bed, Febee snuggling into the crook of her arm. "You definitely said you loved me."

"Ohhh, that's right." Febee reached up, teasingly patting Ali on the side of her face. "I suppose you believed that one, too."

Ali's smile faded into a small frown. "Of course I did. You know that I did."

"Aw." Febee continued to affectionately stroke Ali's cheek. "If a 'sorry' will make you feel better, I'll give you one. But it won't."

"I know it won't."

"Mm. Look at us, being all mature and shit." Febee buried herself a little further into Ali's shoulder, twisting around to drape her arm across the woman's chest. "Is Auto-Correct almost off cooldown?"

"Uh-huh." Ali frowned, unable to resist a little shiver. "In a few minutes. As soon as the little voyeur stops cumming code up and down my fucking spine."

"Sounds nice."

"It really is and also really is not."

"Whatever." Febee yawned, squeezing Ali a little tighter. "Can you work from the bed?" When Ali nodded, reaching out to snag to holoprojector from the bedside table, the elf smiled. "Good. Boss Lady needs Errand Girl to be her pillow for a while."

Ali sighed, unable to fully mask her amusement. "Well. Who is Errand Girl to argue with that?"

"Ex~aaactly."

Ali frowned as she restarted the holoprojector's recording, taking it back to the beginning of the rather strange message. "Does this make sense to you?"

Febee shook her head. Both women were sitting up in bed now, though the elf still had her arms wrapped around her childhood friend. "Play it again?"

Nodding, Ali started the recording up once more. Again, the face of what must have been Benedict Flynn appeared in full three-dimensional projection, rather handsome in that rebel sort of way with his bent nose and boilingly intense eyes. And again, he immediately launched into one of the most cutting anti-corporate diatribes Ali had ever heard. She couldn't help being taken aback by it all. Not that she disagreed with the man; far from it. But the context of it was just bizarre. "Your dad really just let this guy cuss him out uninterrupted for a full five minutes?"

Febee rolled her eyes. "That's a thing of his. He always wants the other party to say their entire piece before he responds. He thinks it's clever."

"Woof. Hey, could you look up this guy?" Ali lifted her leg, popping open her thigh compartment to retrieve her palm computer and hand it to Febee. "Someone with this much speech material ready to go probably doesn't spend his weekends at home in the garden."

The elf nodded, tapping away at the computer as Ali fitted a bud into her ear, doing her best to parse through the deluge of overly purple philosophizing and thinly-veiled threats that Flynn leveled at Vice President du Verre. Why would someone like Febee's father have the number of someone like this? Let alone actually call them?

Wait. What was that the executive had said in his day planner?

Wellness is universal, after all

Ali blinked, cocking an eyebrow in disbelief. "Febee, do you think your father was actually trying to set up a partnership with this guy? Like, a corporate one?"

Febee scoffed. "I mean, he is the Vice President of Community Outreach, but I can confidently say that when Sploop says 'community' what they mean is 'our profit margins'."

"Are you sure about that? You said it yourself, Febee: No one buys into their own in-house corporate propaganda more than your dad."

"No, he...Well, I mean, I don't think..." Febee trailed off, chewing on her bottom lip as she read something off of the palm computer. "Hrm. Benedict Flynn is the leader of a Freedom Ring in this area. One of those groups that takes in displaced megacity cast-outs and desert trash, keeps everyone fed and armed by knocking off corporate delivery drones. It's just banditry with a better social media presence, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, this is exactly the sort of group the Sploop board always says they could bring into the fold. A few crates of food, some branded t-shirts, a shitload of photo ops, and next thing you know it Sploop is the Philanthropic Corporation of the Decade. They'd never do it, though. None of those old farts actually believe any of that shit."

"Your father does. Or, at least, he's stupid enough to not realize why it might be a bad idea."

"Maybe, but I..."

Febee trailed off again, eyebrows rising as she scrolled to something new on the computer. After a moment of silence, Ali spoke up. "What is it?"

"It's this." Febee tilted the screen towards Ali, revealing a picture of the rebel leader delivering what seemed to be a particularly fiery speech. "Flynn's publicity team posted this yesterday."

It took a moment for Ali to notice what had affected Febee so much. But it was ultimately unmistakable. Who could ever miss Vice President du Verre's obnoxious feather earring, even when it was dangling from the ear of a frothing anti-corporate rabblerouser?

Somehow, Ali doubted the executive's 'community outreach' went quite that far. Something had clearly happened to the man. And this 'Benedict Flynn' was absolutely involved.