Follow the girls

Once in the shower room, Mika slipped the oversized work shirt from her shoulders, letting it slide down her slender body before stepping out of the crumpled pile wearing only her panties. Even in the unnatural light of the glow panel above Mika looked as sexy as ever, her cropped hair accentuated the tomboy nature of her lean muscular body.

"It's nice to hear you laugh again girl." Mika said with a smile "Now get out of your shirt and let me see your new look." It was a relief to be able to take off the shirt that she had been wearing pretty much non-stop for three days now. Mika chuckled as she saw the contrast between Winlay’s darkened limbs, face and upper chest and the milky paleness of the rest of her torso.

"There looks like enough of this to finish the rest of your body." Mika told her as she judged the contents of the small bottle. “We may as well use it." And so Winlay raised her arms out of the way and let Mika stain her pale belly. She tried not to be self-conscious of her nakedness, but when Mika started dabbing the cool liquid onto her sensitive breasts her nipples tightened into peaks that were almost as hard as they had been with Adam, and when the soft cotton brushed the pale skin of her inner thighs Winlay was sure her friend would see the moisture beading up within her. If she did, she refrained from commenting about it, however when she was finally satisfied with her work she stepped back and appraised Winlay's naked form with the same hungry desire that Adam had.

"Damn Winlay!" Mika murmured appreciatively “You look good as a south-sea islander." Winlay noticed that the nipples on Mika's small breasts had stiffened into tight pink peaks that looked easily as hard as her own darker ones. "Adam told me about them you know." Mika continued, “He was sent to the Barrington Islands a little over a year ago, he really liked them, the islands and the islanders - if you know what I mean." Winlay had no idea what Mika was referring to and stood patiently waiting for her to explain.

Mika must have sensed her confusion and as she used the last of the liquid to touch up some spots on Winlay’s back she explained to her about the uninhibited sexual culture of the southern island chain. "That’s why so many brothels try to get a few girls from those remote islands. Sailors just love them." Mika finished with Winlay's back and turned her around again. "If a brothel can't manage to find any, they darken the skin of some of their regular girls and pass them off as the real thing." Winlay had never heard of these exotic islanders, but she was fascinated by Mika's vivid descriptions. She imagined Adam and his men greeted by dozens of barely dressed caramel skinned women, each one offering herself to the men. She squirmed uncomfortably as she visualized Adam taking his pick of each village's prettiest barefoot maidens. Her conservative morals were offended, but she found the image distinctly exciting as well.

"So Adam got to pick out a different girl on each island?" Winlay asked in a combination of jealousy and desire.

"He could have, but he didn't." Mika assured her. "This is Adam after all." And then with a conspiratorial wink continued. "But he did finally break down in the end." Mika recounted the story Adam told her of his encounter with the youngest wife of a village chieftain who slipped into his hut early one morning near the end of the mission. Winlay wondered if she could ever dare slip into his room and wake him by taking his cock in her mouth. She could feel her cheeks flush but realized relief that with her new darkened skin, her blushes would be far less noticeable.

"Are you ready for your dress?" Mika asked holding out the exotic sarong that Margaret had given her. The dress was decorated with brightly painted flowers on a dark red fabric that would look fantastic against her new rich skin tone.

A few minutes later Winlay was wearing the sarong and assessing herself critically. The dress went over just one of her shoulders, leaving her right shoulder and arm completely bare. It also left much more of her breasts uncovered than she would have ever dared expose as well as a gap that bared the soft curve of her belly and upper hips. Winlay knew she should have been mortified. Instead, perhaps inspired by what Mika told her about the Barrington Islanders, she felt powerfully beautiful. She appreciated way the dress accentuated her smooth shoulder and breasts as well as the inviting way the soft cloth hung low on her hips and clung to the curve of her thighs. With her deep golden skin and revealing dress her body screamed sexuality, and she secretly looked forward to seeing Adam's reaction to her new look. Would he find her as irresistible as that island woman who slid her warm body into his bed and woke him with her mouth?

It took Mika far less time to change into the dirty shorts, ragged shirt and vest than it had taken to wrap Winlay in the sarong but as soon as both of them were dressed they walked back to the room to see what magic Sister Margaret had worked to disguise 'Wanda' and Adam.

Winlay gasped in horror as she saw Adam's bare back red from the multiple angry welts. The marks that crossed his upper back were even more raw and angry looking than the one's on the Oracle's body had been. Only after she saw Margaret's amused look did she realize that the red welts must be part of the Templar's disguise.

When she looked again, she realized that Adam's long red hair had been cropped to no more than a centimeter in length. The combination of the short hair, bare upper torso and whip marks made him look even more dangerous and the undisguised desire that burned in his eyes as he stared at her in disbelief did nothing to calm her already rapid breathing and racing pulse.

Sister Margaret was briskly gathering the remains of the supplies as she spoke to Adam.

"The last part of your disguise we'll add in the morning, it is another little trick of mine that will cause your face and lips to swell." She shrugged in a gentle apology "It will also cause some slurring of speech and probably some drooling as well; trust me no one will recognize you tomorrow, not even one of your shield mates."

With her bag now filled with the work-shirts instead of their costumes, Margaret led them into the hallway.

"Meet me in the basement tomorrow morning a little after nine." She said and Winlay noticed Adam nod almost like a small bow, he had gotten over his distrust of Sister Margaret. "The streets should be busy enough by then that we won't attract any more attention than we need to."

Winlay saw Adam glance at her once again and she knew that he still wanted her. Why had he been avoiding her? She was hurt by his behavior but she knew she'd follow him without hesitation if he gave any indication that he'd be willing to pleasure her again like he had before.