SS Undercover Epilogue

Sunscreen can only do so much, and the park is surprisingly gross. Cassie’s skin is roasting, her shirt sticks to her, and paying attention to the park means noticing all the bugs and stuff. Worse, it’s not even closed for the cleanup. There are kids playing and people littering even as everyone works to pick it all up.

Kylie, Apple, Elsa, and Colby are lined up beside Cassie, who stands out in her Nike shirt while they all wear CCL tees.

“It’s so sad,” Apple says.

Together, they gaze down at the dead squirrel.

“Someone take pictures. I want forensics down here,” Elsa says.

“Shut up,” Colby tells her.

“Pick it up,” Kylie orers Apple, who cringes.

“Why’s she have to do it?” Cassie demands.

“She likes animals,” Kylie says, as though that’s obvious.

“We all like animals.”

“I don’t,” Elsa says, making a face. “Specially dead ones.”

“OK, what is the holdup over here?”

They all turn to see Ellen approaching. She’s out of uniform, and looking actually rather chic in cutoffs and a UFG hoodie with the arms ripped off. She wears gloves and carries a trash bag, like everyone else. She’s helping.

“Uh, chief, we’re gonna need to tape this off. Dust for prints. Um, I’ll take lead on this one. Get the coroner on the phone, and run and get us some coffee and donuts.” Elsa snaps her fingers and points.

“Elsa, pick up the squirrel.”

“You pick it up.”

“I’ll pick it up,” Cassie says tiredly, but makes no move toward it. It’s gross. Poor guy. “OK. I got this.” She bends and puts the sad, stiff little carcass into Ellen’s waiting trash bag.

“Thank you, Cassie. You’re a beacon of maturity in a black, swirling swamp of denial,” Ellen says.

Cassie snorts. “Thanks. I think.”

“Back to work,” Ellen says sternly to the group, then turns to go.

Kylie blinks several times and stares at Elsa, who bristles.

“What?” Elsa folds her arms defensively.

“Did you just check out Chief Green?” Colby asks.

“No.”

“You know she’s married and old and has a ding dong, right?”

Elsa rolls her eyes. “Maybe you should take that ding dong out of your mouth and then… shut the fuck up. How’s that?” She sees Apple’s pitying look. “Fuck my life.” She marches off, grumpily pausing to pick up a Starbucks cup.

“She’s a mess,” Kylie murmurs, watching her go without a trace of self-awareness.

Cassie scowls at her gloved hand. She’s afraid to touch anything now because her glove touched a dead animal. She needs a new glove. Kylie ambles over as she peels it off and throws it in her bag.

“Hello, beautiful,” the blonde says.

Cassie wasn’t sure if this was coming. Here it is. It would have been more exciting an hour ago, when she wasn’t sweaty, overheated, and getting annoyed. But she gamely smiles at Kylie, who looks obnoxiously good even dressed down and working in the heat.

“I brought you a present,” Kylie announces, turning the full power of her prettiness on Cassie.

Cassie blushes. “Is it an iced coffee?”

“No.”

“Is it a shower?”

“No.” Kylie holds up a key.

Cassie’s smile flickers. “Honey, we hooked up once. I’m not moving in with you.”

Kylie’s mouth drops open. “It’s not that key!”

“Oh. OK. I’m confused.”

Kylie snorts and looks away. “It’s for the closet where they keep Diagra.”

“Excuse me?”

“The vibrator that you sit on,” Kylie explains patiently. “We use it for initiations.”

“Wait, really?”

“Yes.”

Cassie has heard rumors of the initiation and although she owns two vibrators, she’s not particularly sex toy savvy. “So, you’re inviting me to fool around.”

“Change your life.”

Blushing, Cassie tries to keep her back straight. “Isn’t it a little, uh, cocky to come onto me like this when you haven’t even bought me an iced coffee yet?”

“Oh my god. I’ll get your bloody coffee.”

UNDERCOVER

In the park, a little performative **** seemed necessary.

Down to her underwear and firmly—very firmly—astride a Sybian in a dark CCL closet, cumming her brains out, Cassie feels differently about that. Kylie sits behind her, snug against her back, aggressively massaging Cassie’s breasts through her bra. She bites Cassie’s ear and holds her tightly through orgasm after orgasm. Cassie isn’t usually a loud person, but Kylie’s not kidding about a Sybian being life-changing. Feeling Kylie’s hand over her mouth as her body quakes might be the hottest part of all.

She never would have imagined that lying on a cold, hardwood floor could feel so good. After she’s finished, the pleasure in Cassie’s body fades, but the feelings in her brain don’t. She exists somewhere between euphoria and a mellower contentment, watching Kylie take her turn.

Kylie isn’t dramatic; she breathes hard as she rocks, getting more urgent the closer she gets. The face she makes and the whimpering sound that comes from her are enough to stir things in Cassie despite how spent and satisfied she is.

It’s her first time cuddling on the floor of a closet. Kylie strokes Cassie’s hair and gazes into her eyes, a slightly drunken look in hers, although she is perfectly sober at the moment. They both are. Which is interesting because Cassie’s never gone this wild without liquor involved before.

“How’s that for a second date?” Kylie asks quietly, running her fingertip along Cassie’s jawline.

Cassie’s swooning, but not so much that she can’t balk. “You’re calling that shitshow where we got chased a date?”

Kylie looks smug. “Exciting first date. Best kind.”

Cassie rolls her eyes. “Sure.”

“Playing hard to get?”

“Shut up. Less talk. More kiss.”

[ The End! Looks like the two yuri nominees were NYM and Sal's Story. The Council will decide, and that new SSS story will start I'm guessing in May. In the meantime, on Saturdays there will be new Confessions guaranteed to be f/f to keep yuri day yuri. I'll also try to sprinkle some in that aren't on Patreon yet so that Confessions aren't too boring for people who are already keeping up with that stuff. Thanks for reading! Hope you liked it! ]