John is expecting a show, let's go!

[Tibby's dress inspired by pistachio's suggestions. assman12345's kinkier suggestion coming in a future chapter, that kind of thing has to be eased in gently ;)]

"Ready or not, here I come!"

You gasp as the door opens and Tibby steps out. She's reclaimed her ears, and is still wearing her lace choker. She's also wearing what looks like a combination of bathing suit and corset, with a skirt of green tassles hanging off her hips, their bright color contrasting with the dark purple material it's attached to. Her waist is pulled in just enough to accentuate her curves, which are further exaggerated by the push-up effect of the top.

She spreads her arms in a look at me! gesture, sends the tassles bouncing in every direction with a quick twirl, and finishes with a mock curtsy.

When you finally **** your eyes up to her face, she meets your gaze with an expression of almost shy anticipation.

"Damn," you manage. "The sight of you almost makes me hope Ash gets called away soon."

Before she can respond you hear a satisfied laugh from the bedroom, followed by Tibby's voice. "We go to all that trouble of making her look nice for you and you want her to leave?"

The real Tibby saunters out of your bedroom. She's wearing a dark green dress that flows from her neck halfway down her legs. It's fringed and criss-crossed by pale lavender ribbons, the ends of which hang down asymmetrically. You also notice two slits with frayed edges, almost like a claw had slashed at the fabric. The bare skin of her stomach and ribcage is visible through one, the other parts the side from the hem up to her waist, allowing her thigh to peek out with every step. Though you can't see it, a third slash runs from one shoulder blade to the small of her back. Several more ribbons are braided into her hair, and peeking out of it at the top of her head are two black triangles.

Ashley notices you turning from one to the other in confusion and explains. "She had a second pair of ears in her bag. So you think her selection suits me?"

Suddenly you're stammering again. "Uh, I mean... yeah. You look amazing."

"Wait until you see her on her knees," Tibby announces and lunges at Ashley's legs. Both drop to the ground, Ashley shouting in alarm. The sudden movement shifts her outfit, increasing the depth of her cleavage and threatening to expose her areola.

You're mesmerized. Two girls are on their knees before you, but right now you only have eyes for one of them. Objectively, you've known for years that Ashley is beautiful. But you've never actually thought about it, and why would you? She's your BFF, your buddy, the friend you've been shooting the shit with for years. Could you really be attracted to her?

The return of your hardon, which had faded while you waited outside a locked door, answers that question for you.

"Holy moly," Ashley murmurs as she frees herself from Tibby's grasp and stands up. "Is that because of me or because of her?"

Behind her, Tibby gets up as well, gives you an excited look, and mouths tell her already!

You realize you've been staring for an awkward amount of time, and pull yourself together. Ashley's phone rings.

What?

Her fucking phone rings! Ashley rushes to answer it, brushing past a startled Tibby on her way back into the bedroom.

The door slams and you're alone with your pet. You can hear Ashley's muffled voice as she answers her phone, but resist the temptation to listen in. It would have been pointless anyway, as the conversation ends after only a few sentences. It's followed by a brief silence, then the door opens again and Ashley steps out. She's slipped on a long coat and an apologetic expression.

"I have to go. I'll talk to you later, okay?" As she says this, she's already running out the front door.

Hurrying after her, you shout, "It was for you!"

You think you see a smile on her face before she disappears around the corner. Then she's gone.