Things improve.

What a strange group of people, Rachel thought placidly. The thought made her smile. She was on her knees in a hotel room. Her knees were starting to really hurt, but it didn't bother her at all. Not much bothered her.

The handsome man was frowning. Drake, Claire thought. His name is Drake. Rachel giggled because it was a weird name. Ever since they had done that thing for Davis, everything was a lot funnier and nothing really bothered them.

"Mrs. Ashcroft," the man said commandingly. That was her! At least part of her. "Please sit on the bed." Grinning, she immediately complied.

"What happened?" asked the nude woman standing between the bed and the desk. She looked so familiar...

"Hey, you're me!" Claire cried with a laugh, pointing at her. "I thought I was supposed to be me!"

"What's wrong with her?" the woman asked curiously.

"She's been ****. I was **** too, but you got me out of it. You've done very well, Natasha. Now please be quiet and let me think."

Natasha did as she was told, but she looked worried. Claire realized that she should be worried too, but she just couldn't seem to get there. Everything was ok. Looking over the woman named Natasha, she realized that she was really sexy.

"Hey Natasha," she said coyly. "I really like your face and your boobs. I bet you've got a good butt too but I can't see it." A thought occurred to her. "Wait, it's my butt! I've seen it! It's ok. Not as good as mine. I mean, Rachel's. I mean, mine. Can I see it?"

Natasha looked to Drake for approval but he obviously wasn't paying attention. Shrugging, she spun to face the wall, giving Natasha a good view of her pert ass. Natasha clapped with delight.

"I knew it! Thank you for showing it to me. Do you wanna see mine?"

Natasha spun back around and answered immediately. "Show me your tits."

Rachel laughed at that word. Tits! What a great word. They were pretty good. She slipped the straps of her dress down and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Her hands weren't doing so good, though. She squinted one eye with concentration, trying to unhook it, but it kept slipping out of her hands. That must be the ****. Finally she gave up and pulled the cups down, letting her perfect orbs spring free. Natasha licked her lips then turned to Drake.

"Um, this lady seems like the **** really messed her up. Should you take care of it? Like you took care of your own?"

He seemed irritated by the question. "No. I need to think and if I restore her to her normal state she'll probably have a panic attack. In fact, here. I'm gonna give you my ****-ness from earlier."

Natasha blinked twice then let out a long sigh, her shoulders slumping forward. She giggled a little and stared stupidly at Claire.

"It's nice, right?" Claire asked. Natasha nodded. "Why don't you sit with me?"

Natasha smiled and did as she asked. After a few minutes, Rachel had an idea. "I bet you can get this stupid bra off! Why don't you do that?" She turned her back to Natasha and the other woman began fumbling with the clasp.

The feeling of Natasha's soft hands on her bare back was exhilarating. Rachel felt goosebumps rise everywhere they made contact and sighed with satisfaction. "That's so goooood..." she droned. Looking around, she realized that Drake wasn't in the room anymore. It didn't matter. Suddenly her bra was in her lap. She turned back around to Natasha, who was giggling and staring at her chest.

"What's so funny?" she asked with a smile.

"This," Natasha said. Rachel's eyes lazily traced the other woman's arms to her chest, where Natasha was bouncing her boobs up and down. She let out an involuntary snort of laughter at both the feeling and sight. God, they were so funny, and it felt so good! She had an idea.

"Let me do you!" Without waiting for confirmation, Rachel reached out and began playing with Natasha's exposed boobs. They were smaller and less full than hers but they were just as fun and funny. Natasha immediately broke out in a fit of laughter. As Claire played with her tits, she felt a weird feeling in her stomach. Was she getting horny? That wasn't right.

"I'm not gay," she said mildly. But she was! "I mean, I am. I'm a lesbian. I fucking loooove titties! But I'm not! I don't care about that st-" she was interrupted as Natasha pinched her right nipple, sending an undeniable cascade of pleasure through her body. "I don't know what I am. Are you gay?"

Natasha shrugged and her boobs bounced a little, which was so funny and kind of hot. "I don't know. I haven't been around real long."

"Well, there's only one way to find out," Rachel replied suggestively.