Midnight Meetup

Once again I heard the deep baritone voice from the night before. This time, however, he sounded disgusted. "I don't have time for games, girl. As I told the other one, you will meet me tonight in front of the museum at midnight. Bring the crystal, girl, or there will be no deal." And then the line was dead.

The bastard certainly enjoyed making dramatic gestures. Grrrrrrr.

I began to stroke my ass back towards Chrissie as I thought about the call. Tonya was so used to seeing Chrissie and me fuck each other openly in awkward ways by now that she didn't even glance at us. And Laura was oblivious to everything except sucking Tonya's lactating boobs. My thoughts quickly became disjointed as Chrissie's now tightly wrapped lips began to work the glass dildo. I shuddered as my belly muscles twitched and jumped, and soon I didn't even have to move my hips anymore...Chrissie's mouth was sliding up and down the glass dildo fervently. She was embarrassed, no doubt, and she was probably pissed, but once that glass cock was in her mouth, she couldn't resist it any more than I could. A minute later I was moaning like a slut in heat, and Chrissie was squealing around the dildo as we exploded simultaneously.

Eventually my heart rate returned to normal. I stepped forward and was gratified to feel the dildo sliding out of my ass as I did so. I turned and looked at Chrissie. Her cheeks were red and her black hair was a mess. I glanced at her lips, which now formed a perfect "O" around the glass dildo protruding from her mouth, and nodded in satisfaction. I gave her plumped out cheek a pat. "Enjoy, you little back-stabbing bitch."

Tonya shifted uncomfortably. In a moment of pregnancy-induced pique, Tonya had blurted out that they had indeed been planning to double-cross me the night we broke into the museum. That little admission had never been discussed, but none of us had forgotten it. Of course, they thought I had tried to double-cross them as well. I hadn't, but they would never believe that. The whole mess was a hovering, shiftless mass of Unfinished Business. Still, it could wait until this mess with the glass pieces was done.