No, she answers Misty's text

Mary texted Misty back.

Didn't think you would be up this early ;-) - Mary

Last night left me highly motivated. - Misty

You sure? I heard you are easily impressed by bi girls. - Mary

Guilty as charged. I'm especially fond of those that thought they were exclusively straight. - Misty

I suppose I should stick with you. Who knows what else I might learn about myself. - Mary

:D Meet me in front of the Hyatt. And do hurry. The concierge always gives me a hard time if I'm there for more than ten seconds. - Misty

OMW xoxo - Mary

Sorry, John. You should have had better taste in Anime; Mary thought as she took the stairs two at a time in her haste to see Misty.

Mary exited the Hyatt just in time to see the doorman and Misty in a fierce argument.

"You need to move," the irate hotel employee said loud enough to be heard above the roar of Misty's El Camino's engine.

"Fuck you! I've been here five seconds. I'm meeting a friend," Misty cursed back.

The employee's face burned red. He seemed to be nearly apoplectic. "If you do not vacate the premises I shall be **** to call the police!"

Mary opened the passenger door and slid across the bench seat. She pressed against Misty laying her head on the green haired girl's shoulder. Then in a sultry voice, she commanded, "Drive lover."

With a knowing smile forming on her face, Misty popped the clutch and threw her car into gear. She flicked her cigarette out of the window. Still lit it landed on the concierge's shoes causing him to hop away. A string of foul curse words spewed from his lips.

"Want one?" Misty asked Mary holding up a half-empty pack of Chesterfield cigarettes.

Without any trepidation, Mary took the Chesterfield from Misty and placed it between her lips. The green haired girl lifted a lighter to Mary's mouth and with a flick of the wrist struck the flame.

"I think the wrong girl got in my car back at the hotel," Misty needled. "I'm looking for a mousey daddy's girl who needs saving all the time."

Mary took a long drag from the cigarette before blowing a long trail of smoke out the window. "You only live once right? Besides, I think I am exceedingly confident I left all my apprehension in that alley last night."

Misty laughed. "You definitely have changed since last night. The girl I saved from those two losers outside the liquor store wouldn't even recognize you."

Misty whipped through the streets of Midtown Atlanta while Mary puffed away on her bummed cigarette. "Cons too short to be timid." Mary flicked the Chesterfield out the window and placed her left hand on Misty's knee. "I'm not going to waste time and miss out on the things I want."

Misty darted into the parking lot of what appeared to be a dilapidated factory. Mary's eyes were as big as saucers as looked over the crumbling brick structure. "Is that place safe to party in?"

"Party?" Misty asked in response. "It's noon on a weekday. Even I can't go twenty-four seven." Misty opened the car door and walked over to a large dented grey door.

Mary got out of the El Camino and cautiously followed Misty. She kicked at a rat that had ventured out to investigate what the two girls were up to. "So exactly where are we then?"

"My home," Misty answered as she shouldered the metal door open. The green haired girl took Mary by the hand and led her into the building. The two girls stepped into a decrepit hallway. Murals and graffiti covered the walls. The only light came from a single dim bulb that flickered on and off. Mary walked past a succession of drawings of Disney princesses.

"Is that Belle being eaten out Merida?" Mary asked as she stopped for a moment to admire one of the lewder pictures.

"Yeah, that's Jasmine's work. Next, she's planning on one of Beast pounding Prince Charming beside it," Misty replied. "Girl has some issues. Not that I don't either. That scene is fucking hot, and once it's done, I might masturbate in the hall to it."

Mary eyed Misty before asking her next question. "Are any of these yours?"

"No," Misty replied. "I only deal with live subjects. Come on I want to show you my room."

Misty pulled Mary down the hall before reaching a scratched up door it's blue paint mostly chipped off. Misty pulled out an old iron key and shoved it in a rusted lock. A screech emanated from the metal scraping against metal as Misty struggled with the door.

"Oh Wow!" Mary exclaimed. The room that was before her may not have had much in furnishings. A ratty couch, a few folding chairs, and an old green camping table made the small area seem almost cavernous. But the multitude of black and white photos and oil paintings of men and women some solo some with others in various states of undress and posed in provocative manners more than made up for the rest of the room's shortcomings.

"This is my passion," Misty said her voice rising and her face slightly reddening. "There is nothing more beautiful than the human body in the throes of ecstasy."

"You're extremely talented," Mary said absently as she admired a photo of a young woman crawling between the legs of another girl who was casually fingering herself.

"I'm only as good as my subjects," Misty retorted. She placed a hand on Mary's shoulder and spun her around. The two lover's lips were mere inches apart. For a heartbeat, they looked into each other's eyes. Wanton energy filled the room. Misty mouthed dashed in and enveloped Mary's. Passionately her tongue searched for its counterpart.

"I want you to be my next subject," Misty said breathlessly.

Mary softly kissed up Misty's neck. "What would that entail?" She softly whispered as she nibbled on Misty's ear.

Misty closed her eyes and shuddered. "First you would take off all your clothes. Then... Oh yessss. Right there."

Mary's hand had slipped into Misty's pants. Misty bit into Mary's shoulder as the young girl's fingers stroked her pussy over Misty's panties. "You are so bad. I love it. Anyway, where was I? Oh yes. Then I would need to turn you on. And I mean have you just on the edge of cumming before I take the pictures that I'll use for my painting of you."

"How about I just fuck your brains out instead?" Mary asked as she slipped her finger into Misty's underwear.