Food and discovery.

Their session over, Laura realized that she was hungry. "Kate, what's say we go get some food?"

Kate shrugged mildly, her bare breasts quaking with the motion. "I could eat. Wait, did you just get me to agree to something weird? Is going to lunch weird?"

"No, not this time. It's gonna be tough not to be paranoid around each other," Laura replied. "I know! Kate, would you please trust me completely?"

Kate blinked. "I mean, sure. That's a reasonable request. And I'm glad you made it, I feel so much better now knowing I can trust you."

Laura waited for Kate to reciprocate, but Laura apparently didn't see the need to. This gave her even more power, so she certainly wasn't going to bring it up. Seeing Kate's tits swinging around was distracting her, so she gave one a little slap. Kate yelped from the surprise.

"Ow! Hey, are you gonna slap my boobs around or are we going to get lunch? I'm actually pretty hungry."

They decided to walk to a nearby food truck. The street was unusually crowded with pedestrians, but none of them were doing anything strange.

As they stepped past a man vigorously pleasuring himself into a watermelon, Laura spotted the truck. "Hey, no line!"

Kate was elated. "Holy shit, there's almost always a-oof!"

She was interrupted when a nude man slapped her ass hard. Wincing, she turned to the truck. Inside was a young man of about 30. He greeted them unenthusiastically.

"Um, can I get a Cuban sand-"

"Grill's broken," he grunted. He eyed them cursorily. "Y'all wanna come back here and blow me?"

The girls looked at each and shrugged. As they walked around to the beach of the truck, Laura whispered, "We should do something weird while we're blowing him!"

Kate grinned. "But how will I know when you do something?"

"A signal - like a tongue click."

Kate barely had time to nod before the cashier was ushering then into his cramped space. He sat on a small folding chair and stretched out his legs. Turning to Kate, he drawled, "If you could get the zipper, ma'am..."

Kate figured she might as well. Nothing weird about taking off a guy's clothes before you blow him. As his rock-hard dick flexed in front of her, an idea struck her. With a click of her tongue, she grabbed it and spoke into it like a microphone.

"Commencing oral sex." Having said that, she flicked her tongue across the tip and the cashier groaned. Laura was left staring at her friend sucking a stranger off. She had clicked, but then she hadn't done anything. She took off his clothes, said the thing into his dick, and here they were.

Kate, meanwhile, was wondering if Laura had figured it out. She could barely keep from laughing when she said it. As she slid her lips up and down the cashier's throbbing member, it occurred to that she could have laughed and nobody would have noticed.

Laura tried to walk through everything that Kate had done. She had taken the guy's clothes off. Would that be weird if Laura had done it? Not really. She said that thing into his dick. Would that be weird if Laura had done it?

Kate was getting annoyed by how long it was taking this guy to come. She had pulled out all the stops, tickling his balls, even sticking a finger up his ass. Now her lips and cheeks were getting sore and she was a little bored. She tried to see Laura but couldn't from her position.

Would that be weird if Laura had done it? Would that be? She had spoken into the weird if Laura had done it? She (Laura) looked at her palm. All of the creases (folds) if Laura had done it?

Kate was starting to get alarmed. She heard a high pitched squawk like guitar feedback and a thump. She decided to end this early. She felt a little bad about using her power to get out of doing this man a common courtesy but she was worried.

"Hey man," she said suddenly as she looked up from between his legs. "Mind finishing yourself off somewhere out of earshot?"

The guy grumbled in acquiescence and wandered away. Kate turned to Laura, who lay prone, blinking and looking around in panic. She was frantically but silently mouthing words and trembling.