Mina and Izzy

As Mina's tongue probed past Izzy's lips, shocking in its confidence, the little voice that was loyal to Tystalten beyond a reasonable degree made a comment. Isn't it Paul's turn? Or Ward's? Always so accommodating to the resort's clientele. But Mina was a client too, and she was making her wishes known. Her fingers were so slight, but they held Izzy's head in an iron grip. She wasn't complaining. Her breath bunched up in her chest. If she breathed out, it would bother Mina. Or that's what she thought. Izzy was **** not to do anything to disturb what felt like a very delicate moment.

Mina, again, didn't seem to share that apprehension. She pushed Izzy back toward the couch, and the maid felt her back pressed up against the fabric. "Do you...?" she began, not quite sure what the end of the sentence was supposed to be. But she knew she needed to haul her butt up and onto the seat, though she leaned forward, trying to make sure her lips and Mina's never stopped touching for a second. That seemed like the worst thing imaginable, right then. Her friend stood up. She, also, leaned forward slightly, her hands running down the sides of Izzy's arms.

When Izzy opened her eyes for a brief second, she again saw Paul and Ward hovering just behind Mina's back. So Mina just... didn't care that her father's friends were watching her do... whatever this was? Not like this is more scandalous than seeing her snort coke, she thought. The board at Trivett would have a conniption if they heard about it. That was as close as it came to a sensible thought strung together. Then her friend did something that erased her capacity for reason altogether. Mina put one knee up on the couch beside Izzy's thigh, the white leather of the go-go boot brushing against her stocking. And then she put the other leg up, straddling Izzy, pressing their chests together. Izzy's breath swept out of her again.

For a second, Mina drifted back. She touched Izzy's jaw with her hand. Her fingers were so soft. "You're just so pretty," she said, giddy as a schoolgirl. Stars danced in Izzy's eyes. They glowed together around Mina's face. The pounding pressure in her veins from the **** was still so strong. It was like Mina had been made to be seen under these exact conditions. They were revealing an entirely different side of her friend, or else one Izzy had been forcing herself not to think about over the last year as they became closer. Pretty wasn't an adequate descriptor for her. Beautiful, gorgeous. Hot. Sexy. Sexual. There was only a faint tinge of red to her skin--meanwhile, Izzy's was on fire, and she was sweating--but she could feel the energy coming off of her.

"T-thank you," Izzy stammered. It was what a person was supposed to say after a compliment. Her tongue was too thick and dumb to pronounce any of those words for Mina.

Mina's finger drifted across Izzy's jaw, with her thumb coming to rest on her chin. "You don't mind if they watch, do you?" she asked.