Wendy wants to be cautious. Dolly doesn't...

"The thing about Kaavya..." Wendy said, taking another drag of her cigarette. "When she first got here, she had like... mystical indian sex powers or something, but she didn't know how to fight at all. She does yoga and tantric stuff though, and that was really similar to what Tikka already does, so she made friends with Tikka, and they say she got real good real fast. I just don't know how good because she never gets on tv."

"Well fuck it." Dolly grumbled "Lets just grab her and heh, we could kidnap her and **** Tikka into losing a rematch to me. "

"That's such a good idea that I'm surprised you came up with it, but I still think we should wait."

They couldn't hear what Tikka and Kaavya were talking about, but Kaavya leaned in against Tikka. They kissed, and Tikka grabbed the back of Kavvya's head more aggressively than anything she'd done against Dolly. Kaavya leaned back against the moped and wrapped one leg around Tikka's waist.

Chichi laughed scornfully. "Isn't that just SO fucking sweet."

Wendy realized she'd been chewing on her own lip watching them. "Keep it down, Chichi, god."

Chichi rolled her eyes and huffed.

But Kaavya and Tikka didn't hear. Tikka turned Kaavya around so they were facing in the same direction and hugged her. Kaavya bent foward, hands on the seat of the moped, and Tikka leaned forward over her back, cupping her breasts and kissing her on the back of the neck. Kaavya's body swayed just a little bit, rubbing herself against Tikka gently and gracefully, and Wendy could swear she heard tiny bells ringing somewhere.

"They're distracted." Dolly, who'd had a pair of good if unwanted orgasms, wasn't entertained like the other three. "We can do anything we want. C'mon."

"We don't know how good they actually are, this is asking for trouble!" Wendy hissed. She grabbed Dolly's wrist, bringing her to a stop.

Dolly glared, trying to decide whether to listen to her smarter friend's advice or not.