Tracy and Beauty

"Mister Garden, how about the forty-five millions given for renewable energy that you have spent in your daughter's new house ?"

The minister of innovation, science and industry looked in the direction of the cocky journalist who just shocked everyone with the accusation. It was a young woman, green hairs, the side of her head shaved, pierced and tattooed, wearing a leather jacket over a corset. Clearly some punk with no credibility... or that's what he hoped.

"I-I don't see what you're talking about... I hope you have proofs of what you're insinuating, or my lawyers will tear you to shreds !" He told her before entering his car.

"Oooh, I don't insinuate anything..." Tracy said.

She got him, her next article will make a lot of noise... even if it won't do much, as they always find a way to avoid justice, it's another step to show all the shit in the world.

She walked back to her old Toyota and got accosted by a colleague.

"Hey, I like your style, would you want to go grab a drink ?" He said.

"Eh, no, thanks dude, I have a girlfriend waiting for me at home. Thanks for the invite, tho." She told him.

Back home, she was welcomed by Beauty, smiling joyfully. Tracy put a finger under her collar and brought her face to hers. They kissed deeply, Tracy's spliced tongue playing with Beauty's regular one.

"Aya dropped off Nia earlier, so we'll have to be calm for the live tonight." Her girlfriend said after the kiss.

"Since when are we calm ? We'll be more quiet, but you'll still get spanked, the viewers love it." The punk girl told her, while grabbing firmly her ass.

"I know..." She said, lowering her head.

The front door closed on the couple as they went to their life of fun and pleasure.