Epilogue 2: Tso Abella

Tso lifted the pencil from the page of her sketchbook with a satisfactory grin. The concept model, clad in a pair of sky-blue high-rise gaucho pants with a matching midriff cut jacket, with a high cut bodysuit worn underneath.

“Definitely going to save this one for the personal collection.” She said to herself as she shut the book and lay it to her side in the cabana, stretching out and admiring the beach view she had come to love in her time at the Factory.

It had been a few weeks since Jenna left. Intending to keep their promise to her, Misty and Tso set forth in fully realizing their Inner Bimbos. Misty completed her journey a few days ago, wearing the outfit that Tso designed for her, completing her movie with Santana.

Tso, after of course spending a few days in bed with her now Graduate best friend, switching which one of them had their face in the other's pussy, got to work on her graduation test. She spent her days in the fashion studio, designing outfit after outfit and finalizing her roster of models, and her nights putting them to the test in private group sex sessions.

Rehearsals were held the day before, ensuring everyone knew their transitions and responsibilities and that the crew were able to assist the models in switching their clothing in speedy fashion. Now all was left was to do the thing. A fully runway show, the first of many Tso would hold, and the final step in her Graduation journey.

Taking place before the orgy tonight, the runway would build to Tso coming out last, leading her models in a final bow. After that bow, she would strip nude, followed by her performers, and then she would have the five male models give the crowd a show worthy of a new Graduate.

After all, her best friend became a Graduate by debuting her Inner Bimbo as a Goddess of Lust, she had to up the ante all in good fun. What better way to do it then having her first gang bang style fuck session in front of a live crowd.

That is, if she could get her head out of her sketchbook before then.

Tso Abella was nervous. In fact, it was the first time she was truly anxious since she fully bloomed into her inner bimbo. So, she did what she always did, she found a quiet spot, and began to sketch. Not because of the gang bang, that part was now second run to her, but because Tso still could not decide what outfit she should wear to close the show.

In times like these, even before she came to The Factory, she would open the pages of a sketchbook and let her anxiety fuel her own creativity. The main difference now is that she just finished at least ten sketches, the old Tso could only draw one at a time.

“I was told that this batch of green tea the kitchen made is infused with hibiscus and honey. I still think they are screwing with me and just using Lipton.”

Tso looked up to see Amar had returned with two glasses of iced tea for them, placing the tray on the cabana bed, closing the curtain behind him and returning to his spot besides Tso.

“You my friend are such a snob.” She playfully teased as she scooted up on the bed to lay next to him. His shirt was unbuttoned letting his chiseled chest and abs be a feast for her eyes. She lay her head on his shoulder as they looked out at the shoreline.

“What do we have here?” Amar said as he picked up the sketchbook and gazed at Tso’s newest creation.

“Just some concept ideas. I am looking to add boardroom pieces too you know?”

“Hmmm. Then I would add a pair of boots, billow out the pants into it.”

“So, you just want a sexy pirate?”

“You said boardroom, didn’t you? Almost everyone I have met in board rooms have been pirates in their own way.”

“Ass.” She laughed as she turned his chin to her and kissed him on the lips, their tongues automatically entwining. After coming off The Factory yacht, Amar extended his stay once Tso explained her plans for graduation. He assisted Tso in assembling her collection and constructing her runway show, offering his services as her director. He provided a perspective that took some of her already stellar work to the next level.

That also, of course, went hand in hand with them making love every free moment they had. They would make a new outfit, and then Amar would massage her shoulders after making tea, and forty-five minutes to an hour later, they would both be panting on a couch, Amar still throbbing inside one of her holes, filling her with his seed.

Both of them were still fucking others too, they were at The Factory after all. Yet, even those moments at the nightly orgies and little group sessions were now done as a pair. Tso would lock eyes with Amar as she was riding some Stud’s face, while he had a buxom raven-haired bimbo bent over, eyes rolled back and full of his cock. It was like a dance with each other, to see who could make their partner cum more.

Yet, when Tso and Amar would fuck, it was true bliss, intimacy, and graceful to a degree. Up to this point, Tso had a clear grasp of her sexual desires and that included how she liked to experience her partner’s climax. When fucking a male partner, Tso preferred to have them cum on her tits, coating her body in their cum. She rarely allowed them to cum inside her, and when she did, she made sure to thoroughly bath and clean after. It was more of a courtesy really, she was having sex with multiple people every day, she found it rude to have them taste another man’s cum if they ate her out.

Yet, she had no such qualm with Amar, in fact, she now found herself craving the feeling of having Amar deep inside her, his cum filling her, the warm feeling radiating from her for hours. It made her feel at peace, calm, and was a serenity she wished she could have every moment of every day.

“I just realized something.” He whispered in her ear as she nuzzled into his shoulder.

“Oh, that you are in fact a cliched Tea snob?” She giggled as she rubbed his chest more, tweaking his nipples, making his pants twist a tad.

“No…this is the cabana when we first had sex. Do you remember?”

Tso looked around and realized by the view that it was. That felt like ages ago, and back then she couldn’t…or really was afraid of doing the things she now could do.

“After that day I left here to return to London, to show my mother and father what I had become, that my defiant flight from home and a medical degree like they had planned was successful.”

Tso listened on, curling into him closer, the warmth of the sun radiating both their bodies.

“When they saw me, they were confused, but eventually elated. Their son had become the ideal picture of a handsome and successful British Indian man, a fine representative of our old and new home. Naturally, they began the process of finding me a wife…they were very traditional you know…and for a while, I went along with it.”

Tso raised an eyebrow and felt a small sliver of worry.

“Then I got a message from Beth, they had asked for me to take part in a special course at the Factory. I initially declined, due to my parent's efforts, I just wanted them to be happy you know? Then, Beth emailed back and mentioned it involved you.”

“Oh? And then?” She whispered curiously as her hand began to snake down his chest and tease the waistband of his shorts.

“I was on the next plane back. Something was telling me I had to come back here. A gut feeling if you will. I told my parents I would be back shortly. Yet here I am, over a month and a half later.”

“Oooooh somebody got a crush, looks like those extra pussy weight lift routines Beth introduced me to are working.” Tso said playfully as her fingers began to slide under the waistband.

Amar then surprised her by grabbing her hand and softly clasping them in his own.

“Tso, I didn’t come back just for that. I came back because you, all of you, vexed me. I had originally volunteered to be your sponsor just because Beth mentioned you had a similar interest in fashion, I thought of it as something novel to hang on to before we eventually had sex. Then, the conversations we had that night opened my eyes to you. The spark in your eyes, the same spark I have seen when we create your pieces. Even though you won’t admit it, I saw that spark in this cabana too. That spark was something that was always on my mind.”

Tso felt her stomach flip. She wasn’t expecting this.

“I was initially afraid when I saw the realized you that the spark would be gone. That fear was gone in moments…I mean, when I opened the door and you jumped mouth first onto me, I was very worried, but that hours long conversation afterword was all I needed. Your spark was alive and brighter than before, now in a body that shed all your fears and insecurities.”

Tso sniffled. She REALLY wasn’t expecting this.

“As you can see, I am still a bit of that awkward lad from England. I don’t know if you feel like what we have been doing is love, but it feels like that to me…If you don’t feel the same way I understand…”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before Tso jumped on top of him and rolled him over, so he was laying on top of her. She kissed him deeply, moaning happily as Amar continued to roll and position behind her, reaching up and massaging her tits.

“I feel the same, I always have, may not have shown it that well but if our previous hook ups were any proof, you are the only man that gets to become fully one with me. You inspired me to make this real Amar, your lotus bloomed because you tended the garden.”

Amar kissed her neck as his right hand snaked down her body and went between the slit of her Maxi dress. He was greeted with the pleasant sensation of warm and wet lips, causing Tso to yelp playfully as he rubbed her clit and teased his middle finger between her labia.

“Before you say anything more though, let me officially become a Graduate, that way we can go out into the world as true equals, fashion won't know what hit them when we hit the scene.”

“Together? I thought the Tso Abella brand was going to beat everyone.” He teased.

“Baby, after the last few weeks, you are just as much a part of that brand as me. This graduation is possible because you stepped in, every cut, stitch, and orgasm.” She retorted, reaching behind and fetching his now hard cock out of his pants, stroking it in time with his own fingering

“Plus, I want to meet your family. I want them to see the woman that is going to become your partner and show them you are your own man.”

“You and me, partners? I am liking the sound of that in more ways than one.”

Tso laughed as she parted the lower strips of her maxi dress to reveal her nude lower body and bent over. She shook her ass, guiding Amar’s cock between her cheeks, prompting him to begin sliding them between them.

“Hold it hot stuff, that part can come later, right now I only want one thing.” She sighed

She reached under between her legs and grabbed Amar’s cock, guiding it to her pussy and I inserting his tip into her. She rotated her hips, teasing him before leaning back and moaning loudly as inch-by-inch Amar filled her as he had done so many times before.

“Take this pussy like you own it.”

Amar groaned in pleasure and smiled, slapping her ass and starting to stroke in and out of Tso’s tight cunt at a steady pace, her lips gripping his cock and challenging him to even dare to leave their dripping embrace.

“Oooooh yea, oh yes that’s so fucking good baby, your cock feels so good inside of me, it belongs inside of me. You like how my slutty body craves your cock?” Tso moaned playfully, knowing deep down she meant every single word. Her body was tuned to him, his to hers.

Amar looked into her eyes and smiled, slowing his pace and feeling her flex her enhanced muscles, pulsing every inch of his cock as he went in and out. The sunset bathed her body in golden light below her. A beauty ethereal.

“Look at you, a full bloom in sunlight, dazzling like diamonds. One of a kind.”

Tso’s eyes shot open, dazzling, one of a kind. She knew what she was going to wear for the runway.

Tso leaned up and pulled Amar into another kiss, his hands automatically sliding up her body and teasing her tits.

“Then give me a one-of-a-kind orgasm. Don’t stop until you fill me with cum!”

Tso yelped as Amar pushed her back down on the bed and positioned her in a deep downward dog, standing up on the bed and taking the lead. He grunted as he started to squat down and fully bury himself inside her, the now soaked folds making juicy sounds with each motion.

In a few hours she would have five cocks taking turns filling her holes, the conclusion of her life's work, wearing the dazzling silver evening gown Marsha picked out herself months ago. Yet, this was the feeling she craved all along. She came to the factory to assist her best friends and improve her confidence.

Instead, it changed her for the good, gave her a new start in life.

As her eyes rolled back and she moaned deeply, feeling Amar’s cock pulse and unleash rope after rope of cum inside of her, she could not wait to have it all unfold.

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25 Years Later

Priya finished her last equation as she shut the math notebook with a huff. She hated advanced calculus. The only thing she hated more than that was that she was so good at it. It was boring really.

She got up from her desk and stretched out, the last of her semester assignments finished. She only had three final exams before graduation, and honestly those felt like formalities. She looked out the window and took in the view.

Paris in the evening was truly enchanting, even as cliché as it sounds. The Eiffel Tower stood stoic in the distance, the amber light of the setting sun enveloping it in orange hue, scored by the bells of the legendary cathedral of Notre Dame, signaling it was now 8:00 PM.

She must have lost track of time; she blew past a dinner break, and she immediately felt it in her stomach. She left her room and moseyed into the kitchen, thinking maybe some leftover stew was to be had.

The flat was a disaster…It always was for fashion week…Random dress frames scattered throughout the apartment held different outfits, sometimes getting a costume change every other day. Different drawings and fabrics were scattered around, giving the impression a tornado of color, lace, silk, and shoes carved a path through the living and dining rooms.

Mom always left their homes in a mess, all three of them. It suited her, her best work was often formed from chaos. She looked over into the opposite side of the flat to her dad’s workspace by comparison. Clean, orderly, every pencil and pin in place. He truly was the glue that held mom together, in more ways than one.

They were currently downtown putting the finishing touches on their 25th anniversary runway. Artistica LTD had to show out every fashion week, Mom wanted nothing less. She also insisted on dragging her along despite the fact she had final exams next week back in New York. Something about bringing good energy and family spirit.

Priya knew that was just her excuse to Dad to take her on shopping sprees. Priya didn’t mind, she loved going shopping with her mom, it was like a different adventure every single time. Plus, when Tso Abella, the hottest fashion designer of the last two decades, was your mother, the looks on the faces of these boutique workers when she sashayed through the doors was a comedy.

She also knew it was her mother’s vain attempt to have her follow in her footsteps. Asking her about patterns and colors, how the current university culture was influencing what people wore. Tso knew that her daughter wanted to be an engineer, and she in no way wanted to stop her. Priya’s guess was that she was always a bit glum that her, currently, only daughter was more enraptured by the creation of machines than a new evening gown or lingerie set.

She went to the fridge and found a handwritten note by her father, stuck to the top of the ice machine.

“Had to go to airport with M, new investors want to see the previews of the winter line. Made sandwiches for you and guest, see you tonight. Luv, Papa.” She read out loud…Guest?!

“Amar mon amour, tu as promis que j'aurais mon tour avec la douce Tso à mon réveil, MON DIEU!”

Priya yelped and whipped around, brandishing a whisk in her hand as the only thing she could grab, to find a half-naked woman standing in her kitchen, wearing nothing but one of her father’s dress shirts, only buttoned once

The woman also went to cover herself up, not recognizing the person wearing bunny slippers and NYU sweatpants. She blinked, and then sighed in relief, relaxing and fanning her face.

“Oh, where are my manners! Your father told me you would be here, I completely forgot! I am so sorry my dear I did not mean to frighten you!” The mystery lady said in perfect English, through a delicate and thick French accent.

Priya sighed and lowered her whisk. One thing she came to accept growing up is that her parents were also very open in their marriage. This wasn’t the first time she had been in an awkward encounter with one of their “Guests.”

“Well neither he nor my mother told me you would be here, so no worries Ms…?”

“Claudia Giroux, and please you can call me Claudia darling!”

Priya recognized the name immediately. Mom and Dad loved having their newest ace model on their roster to have certain, intimate meetings, if they got the vibe, they would be ok with that. Claudia was the newest it-girl of Paris, a stunner with sharp eyes and an even sharper wit.

“Ok, Claudia, Dad made sandwiches for the both of us, I am sure he will be back soon.” She said as she reached into the fridge. Sitting on two plates were identical turkey club sandwiches, stacked high with lettuce, bacon, and tomatoes.

“They are a little big, so if you want, I can save one half in the…”

“No no, please I am famished, I do not mind!” Claudia said as she took the plate from Priya and began to eat. Priya normally would have taken this time to slide back to her room, but she found herself staying at the counter, watching the angelic woman eat. Was it the fact this Model, one of many Priya has met throughout her life, normally a creature of light bites and sips, was eating this sandwich like she just came out of the amazon? Was it the fact that she buttoned her father’s shirt just enough, so it barely covered her perfectly framed cleavage?

“Oh, I am sorry I should have put on some undergarments.”

Priya focused back on Claudia and saw that she was smiling and blushing a bit.

“Uh um I uhhhhhmm, No, No, I shouldn’t stare. I just finished some work for my final exams and my mind was wandering.”

“I mean, I don’t mind darling, I got them for a reason after all you know?” Claudia said with a giggle as she jokingly jiggled her breasts up and down in the shirt, pressing them together.

Priya lifted her eyebrows and laughed nervously. It wasn’t like every day a model just fondles herself in front of you for fun. Yet, she did notice as she did it that Claudia did indeed have a pair of perfectly symmetrical c-cup implants.

“I mean I was as flat as a board before I was recruited by your parents, your mother convinced me to take the plunge. It really took my career to the next level; I mean look at how they fit my frame!” Claudia said enthusiastically as she unbuttoned her shirt and let her tits hang out.

Priya now had a clear view of her entire body framed by the dress shirt, the perfectly round tits, the lean body leading to a smooth and shaved crotch, snow white skin like porcelain. She knew the French were more open, but this was new for her.

“Oh, yea, they um, they look great on you…mom must love designing with you in mind…”

“She is incroyable! All she must do is look at you once and she can draft the perfect ensemble for you overnight! She can take a body to new heights with her vision…and her…well…I may have said too much.”

“It’s fine Claudia, I am fully aware of my parents…extracurricular activities…you did come out here in my father’s shirt anyway.”

“Oh mon dieu, well, in my defense I thought I was alone.”

Priya felt a little itch. She had just finished her last assignments, and had nothing to do all day…maybe…

“Well, I might have something for you to wear…I don’t know what your size is though.”

Claudia responded by hopping off the chair and completely shrugging off the dress shirt, going completely nude.

“Does this help? I can give you my measurements if you like?”

Priya bit her lip. She took a break from such, nightly pleasures, to focus on her schoolwork when it came time for studying for finals and preparing for final projects. The last time she had a naked woman in front of her must have been back for spring break. Her parents did not know, but ever since hitting 19 Priya experienced moments of what she best described as focused sexual mania…and it was about to happen again.

“No…I have another way to figure that out…if you don’t mind.”

Priya came around the island and let her instincts take over, closing the distance between herself and Claudia. She held her ground for a few moments, trying to see if the model was ok with this advance, only to be greeted with her lips.

They shared sweet kisses for a few seconds, the French woman moaning quietly into her mouth.

“Well, well, this is certainly a surprise. I apologize for being so forward.”

“I can do more than surprise you.” Priya said. Priya got onto her knees and looked up at Claudia, who gasped and braced against the counter. Priya looked at her pussy and leaned right in, spreading the woman’s lips with her tongue. Claudia moaned loudly and lewdly as Priya's undulations made her get wetter and wetter. Her body began to shudder as Priya then inserted two fingers and began to pulse in and out.

“Putain de merde, tu fais ça si bien!”

“Thank you, it is one of my better talents.”

“Oh! You understand French?”

“A little, enough to know you love it.” Priya said with charisma she saved for these moments as she continued to dine on the mewling Claudia. She felt her pussy grip her fingers and Claudia grab the counter, followed by the sweet taste of nectar.

“OOOOH PUTAIN! I AM CUMMING! OOOOOH MERDE!!! Aaaaaah Darling that was magnifique!”

Priya licked her lips and stood up to continue making out with Claudia, both laughing lightly as she tasted her own cum on Priya’s lips.

“The apple did not fall far from the tree I see…did you go to The Factory too?”

“Don’t know what that is, is it a club or something?”

“Oh…really? Well, you are certainly a surprise Priya.” Claudia giggled as she lifted Priya’s hand to her mouth and sucked on her fingers, cleaning them of her cum.

“Well, don’t think we are done though. We still must find something for you to wear….and for you to return the favor.” Priya whispered into her ear as she led Claudia by the hand around the counter and down the hallway to her room, the model smiling wide as she licked her lips.

She may not share her parents’ passion for designing the world’s most revolutionary clothing.

However, when it came to the passion and love of sex.

You could say…it was genetic.