SSMM Ch21

“Sold!” Ava snatches the glam outfit and holds it up proudly. “Fabulous.”

Jane looks on sourly, then takes a deep breath and takes the bikini. Her emotions seem complicated. After a moment, the corner of her mouth turns up.

“Is this what it means to commit?”

“For whatever it’s worth, I want to see you in it,” Ava tells her.

So does Chitose, by the way she’s looking on eagerly. Then Ava sees it: a slightly pitying look from Belinda, but it vanishes quickly.

They have enough sense not to change in the same room. Even so, Ava keeps thinking about Jane. Getting off with Cristy and Karina was cool and all, but it’s done nothing to calm Ava down. The idea of a nude Jane is overwhelming. No, that’s not it. Ava’s not really a visual person. She’s lying to herself. Viv is attracted to her. Some of these women are as well, but that’s not what gives her such a thrill. Jane isn’t just cool, she seems to genuinely like Ava.

Even rebounding Ava isn’t thinking about true love just a couple hours after meeting someone, but chemistry is chemistry, and while her big boobs get plenty of people staring at her, they haven’t brought her much in the way of connection.

Feeling like this and putting on this gaudy costume… it’s hard not to figure that the night’s only going to get crazier. Especially with Chitose and Belinda being so weird, although in different ways.

The costume absolutely sucks. It pinches, it chafes, it rides up in the back and offers no support in the front. It also looks pretty damn good, although it would look better if Ava could do something with her hair. It’s definitely good for presentation purposes, but she’d hate to have to wear it to do anything that required effort.

She emerges from Belinda’s bathroom to find Jane already changed.

It’s something. There’s nothing athletic about Jane; she’s all softness. It’s only the width of her hips and the nature of her maid outfit that creates the illusion of a small waist. It’s not exactly the look of a wrestler; not even close. It is, however, powerfully erotic. Her soft body threatens to spill out, and that’s somehow more stimulating than if she were wearing nothing.

“Wow,” Ava says.

“Be nice.” Jane has a lot of poise, but even she can’t play this cool. She has great skin, and her tan lines aren’t too intense, but they make it clear that she wears a bikini that is no doubt very sexy, but still offers full coverage. This is quite a different look from that dramatic lingerie she wore when she did those little massages. “You look cute.”

“Thank you.” Ava does a little twirl. “I feel sparkly. Like a princess.”

“Princess who’s gonna get suplexed.”

“I thought that was illegal. I had a roommate who wrestled,” Ava says.

“It’s not that kind of wrestling,” Belinda informs her. “Thanks for doing this.” Her gaze lingers on Jane, not in a leering way, but to communicate that she’s especially grateful to her for putting up with the degrading bikini. It’s interesting; a slightly different cut on a very different physique means that Chitose’s costume is cool while Jane’s is just over-the-top horny.

“OK. Stop looking at me. All of you.” Jane can’t even move without an excessive amount of jiggle.

Chitose doesn’t stop.

Mercifully, they see no one as their little party traverses the mansion to their appointment with Viv.

They find Viv and Annette lounging. They’re a little more buzzed than before. Aubrey’s gone, and Viv’s not too worried about her robe. She’s got some pale pink silk-looking panties on under there and nothing else. There’s a drink in her hand and attractive women are lining up to impress her.

But… this doesn’t seem like life goals to Ava. She remembers that photo album.

And promptly forgets it.

“Oh my,” Viv says, sobering instantly and almost spilling her drink as Jane enters the room. “Jane?”

Jane puts her hand on her hip and gives Viv a longsuffering look.

“No. I’m Sally. Jane is much hotter and very busy working. You should give her a raise.”

“I will,” Viv says, and it is a little funny.

Ava gives Annette a challenging stare, but Annette is unreadable.

“Do you need the TV? Guess not,” she adds, seeing that they didn’t bring anything. “Another one with no presentation.”

“I have the pitch,” Belinda retorts.

“Our guidance made it clear that we needed a full package.”

“I’d say we have one,” Viv murmurs, sweeping the rest of them with her gaze. Then it settles back on Jane. Maybe it’s a good thing that Aubrey’s not here. Ava feels almost invisible. Jane has done a good job stringing Viv along and blueballing her. It’s an awful thought, but… at this moment, Jane could ask Viv for anything and get it. Anything.

But she doesn’t. She simply turns to Ava and leans in to whisper.

“OK. Time to teach her a lesson.”

“How?” Ava whispers back.

Belinda clears her throat. “Uh, ladies?”

Jane ignores her. “Which will drive her more crazy? Another older woman getting what she wants? Or do we just put her in the cuck chair?”

Ava gallantly tries to process those two sentences. Jane is proposing two different approaches. Ava and Jane can fawn over Annette… which will be sure to cause some kind of feelings in Viv.

Or they fawn over each other, and Viv can see her prey with the object of her desire.

**** Viv by using Annette?

Or leave Annette out of it?