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Rebecca was likewise stunned silent by this happening right in front of her. “Wow,” she whispered. “Go Cait.”

“What do you meanGo Cait?”

The blond strumpet oozed down the back of the loveseat. “You are the hottest woman we’ve found at this party. And trust us, we’ve been looking for the lucky lady who gets to take us home tonight.”

“Really? Right in front of my girlfriend?”

The brunette licked her lips before turning to Rebecca. “You’re second hottest.”

“Wow. Second hottest. I’m super flattered.”

“I just really love curvy girls.” Soon, both women were cozied up to Caitlyn, who silently begged Becca for help.I’m not sure what kind, but… this can’t be going where I think it is, right?“We both do. Especially if they’ve gotMistresswritten all over them.”

“Oh, she’s definitely that,” Rebecca said.

“Why are you encouraging them?”

Caitlyn’s girlfriend laughed. “Because I amlovingevery minute of this.” She snapped a picture with her phone, much to Caitlyn’s chagrin. “I bet Jane will be into it too.”

“Did you set this up?” Caitlyn demanded. “Do you know them?”

“No, but if you’re waiting for permission to let them touch you, you’ve got mine.”

“Ooh, permission!” the blond squealed. “I love rules. The sexier the better.”

Caitlyn closed her eyes to regroup her thoughts. She waswellaware that Rebecca was goading this on, but some women needed a few minutes to decide how they felt.

“Well…” she said when she realized someone was rubbing up against her arm. “You two are very attractive, this is true…”

Becca’s phone was blowing up. “Jane said we can leave in ten minutes if this is happening.”

“You’re shitting me.”

“This is Jane we’re talking about. She needs the least convincing.”

“Ten minutes? Whatever will we do until this mysterious Jane comes and finds us,” the brunette, whose cleavage was right in Caitlyn’s face, said. “Sing your praises until you know how much we’re dying to worship you, Mistress?”

“You’re soooo hot,” the blond said.

That was it. This was too much.

“How much do you two cost?” Caitlyn barked.

Both women gasped. “Um, we’re not escorts,” the blond said. “We’re just sluts who want you to take us home. For, like, free.”

“You hear that Cait? They’re just sluts!”

At some point, Caitlyn would accept that this pair appeared out of thin air solely to flirt with her. Until then, she would remain agog. Her imposter syndrome demanded it.

Slowly, though. Slowly, she came around to the idea that she was that hot – and they didn’t even yet know that she was Mrs. Iowa.

Just a missus of a different kind.One who thought her hands were already full withtwopartners who always wanted her time and attention. Because she wasthathot.

“What a fun party,” Caitlyn said as Rebecca came and sat on her lap. “Let’s get a picture of you girls kissing. Jane would love that.”

“Who’s kissing?” Rebecca asked as she rocked against her girlfriend’s chest.

Indeed, that was the question of the night. And Caitlyn didn’t know the answer until she hit the shutter on her camera phone.

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