SSS 2 - Damage Control Part 3

Plans made while drunk with zero discussion: possibly, in Amy’s mind, the worst possible thing. A literal nightmare.

On the other hand, it may be inevitable. Aki knows perfectly well how people will react to everything she says; she takes enormous pleasure in provoking Olivia. She might have chosen the wrong night to do it, but she has earned this.

Olivia lunges at Aki, getting behind her. She holds Aki’s arms behind her back, presenting her to Amy. Aki doesn’t resist. Her facial expression is mild, something like… disdain? But it’s disdain dialed so far down that you have to know her to know what it is.

“Don’t look at me like that. This wasn’t my idea,” Amy says as Olivia roughly hauls Aki to her feet.

“Make her fucking lose it,” Olivia says to Amy, who approaches with a semblance of dignity. She stands in front of Aki with her hands on her hips.

“I do know how to please a woman,” Amy says. “Is this what you wanted?”

Aki glances at her book, which is now on the floor, facedown and open. Amy senses Aki’s pain: she also hates to see books treated that way. Amy reaches out with a bare toe to flip the book so it can fall short naturally.

“Thank you,” Aki says.

“You shut up,” Olivia says into her ear.

Aki says nothing. But she was saying nothing anyway; it’s not because Olivia told her not to.

“Amy, kiss this judgmental slut,” Olivia says.

“Olivia, she openly admits to being an accessory to mass ****,” Amy notes, spreading her hands. “I don’t think she’s judging anybody.”

“Just do it.”

Amy smiles and rolls her eyes, stepping up close enough to Aki to feel her breath. Their bodies are almost touching.

Aki doesn’t blink. Seconds go by. Amy’s heartbeat is fast and heavy. She sees herself reflected in Aki’s eyes.

“I can’t,” she says guiltily, stepping back. “She’s looking at me.”

“You’re a pussy,” Olivia says.

It happens so fast: the disdain on Aki’s face goes from masked to unmasked, just for a fraction of a second. If Amy had blinked, she would have missed it.

Amy’s mouth drops open in outrage. She plants her hands on her hips again.

“Are you serious?” she demands. “I’m trying not to be rapey and you’re calling me a pussy too?”

Aki gazes at her impassively.

“Oh, fuck you.” Amy steps up again, grabbing Aki’s chin. She meets her eyes but doesn’t kiss her. She still can’t. She knows a better way. A little squeeze from her hand makes her point, and Aki opens her mouth. Amy lifts the hem of Aki’s tee and puts it in her mouth. “Bite down.” Aki does so. Now she’s holding her tee up, exposing her belly and plain, white, cotton panties. Bikini cut, but full coverage. As always. Amy can set her watch by Aki’s boring underwear.

“Is she wet? She is, isn’t she?” Olivia asks.

There is no visible moisture, but Amy can smell Aki.

“A little,” Amy says, looking up at Aki. What Olivia doesn’t understand is that brute **** isn’t going to work here. If they want to make Aki lose her cool, they have to get in her head.

Aki returns the gaze, but it’s obvious that she’s working harder at it now. She’s not used to having her bluff called.

“Want us to stop?” Amy asks her.

Aki doesn’t answer; she just holds the hem of her shirt in her teeth. She’ll make a great Yakuza someday, not that Amy really knows much about that.

Amy rubs Aki’s thighs, making a point to give her rear a light squeeze before bringing her hands back around to get her thumbs onto Aki’s inner thighs. She’s warm and fragrant.

“You had fun tying those girls up,” Olivia is saying to Aki. “Didn’t you?”

Amy gently slides Aki’s panties down, taking her time, revealing her thick bush inch by inch. She has to manually move each of Aki’s feet to get the panties free, then stands back up and offers them to Olivia.

“She’s wet,” Amy reports, locking eyes with Aki.

“I smell that,” Olivia whispers in Aki’s ear. “You like free shows? Me and Amy make you wet? You want to act like you’re above it, but you touch yourself thinking about us. Watching us. Listening to us.”

Aki stoically does not react.

Amy returns to her knees, coming face to face with Aki’s bush. She lifts Aki’s soft leg and rests it on her shoulder for a closer, more intimate look at her damp pussy. Aki is puffy with arousal, but her lips are thick, fleshy, and dark. Amy explores with one finger, tenderly brushing a fold of flesh to the side, but going no further. Aki twitches.

Amy stands up again, moving the tee to reveal Aki’s dark, protruding, rock-hard nipples. She pinches one gently and Aki lets out her breath through her nose sharply.

“There it is,” Amy says, stepping back. “Let her go.”

Olivia releases Aki, who allows her shirt to fall back into place, covering her pubic area.

“I’ll keep going,” Amy says. “If you lose the shirt.”

This should be checkmate. If Aki is enough of a badass to stop here to prove how cool she is, then she deserves to win. Amy concentrates on the staring contest.

Olivia, sensing that it hangs in the balance, unties her robe and takes it off. With her full Instagram strut, she walks naked to stand beside Amy.

Aki’s eyes move back and forth between them. Her expression betrays nothing, but the shine on her inner thighs does.

She uses her hands to pull the shirt over her head, revealing her body. Without a word, she walks to the bed and sits, facing them. That’s good enough for Amy. Olivia as well. It’s not as though they aren’t turned on as well, and Aki’s weirdness isn’t… un-sexy. Amy feels a little spark at Aki finally acting, if only a little, like a CCL girl.

Amy leaps on the bed, all but tackling Aki to the sheets and kissing her deeply, holding her face in both hands. Olivia spreads Aki’s legs and buries her face in her pussy. Aki squirms, gasping into Amy’s mouth. She might be tough, but she’s no match for Amy in kissing.

Olivia’s face, covered in juices, crowds in to trade kisses. The enthusiastic way that she’s being so handsy with Aki’s body gives away how much she must have wanted to do this. Aki’s back arches and her legs spread when Amy fingers her, and she kisses Olivia back hard with plenty of tongue.

Each time she cums, Aki always manages to have her hand or a mouth sealing her mouth so no sound gets out, but the spasms of her body, her flowing juices, and almost violent writhing makes it clear how much she’s feeling it. Amy hugs Aki’s shaking body, kissing her while Olivia thrusts her fingers into the Japanese girl so rapidly that fluids fly with each movement of her wrist. Aki’s breasts jiggle and she has grabbed one of Amy’s hands, which she holds in a **** grip.

In time, their three spent, naked bodies on the bed go from panting and purring to dozing.

Finally, Aki sits up, then demurely rises from the bed and pads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Amy’s splayed out on her back, one hand on her belly. Olivia lies on her stomach, legs spread, face turned toward Amy.

“Did we get hustled?” Olivia asks muzzily.

Would it really be a coincidence that Aki wanted to do this tonight of all nights?

The business model was Amy’s, but the plan had been Aki’s. It hadn’t been perfect. There had been holes, but no one would be looking closely at any of that when they had Meri and the other survivors to worry about instead. This had been Aki’s triumph. She must have decided to celebrate.

[ The End ]