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But…

Goddamn, the look Krissy was giving her now!

Krissy had lowered her chin and was now looking over the top of her sunglasses, watching Becca approach. Becca’s nipples couldn’t help but harden. The woman was giving her an absolutely predatory look.

Oh dear god…

It was almost as if Becca could feel her clothes being stripped off—and not slowly, not gently. This wasn’t like a lesfic novel where bits of flesh were tantalizingly revealed. No. Her clothes were being torn off. Fabric ripping, buttons popping…Krissy’s gaze was taking her, letting Becca kn

ow what Krissy wanted.

Becca salivated.

She would let Krissy tear every piece of clothing off her any day of the week.

The memory of last night’s back rub returned. The feeling—ever so brief—of Krissy’s fingers curling around her throat…

But now she augmented the memory. Now, Krissy’s fingers did close around her throat—tight, but not too tight—as her other hand viciously yanked Becca’s shorts off and then palmed her sex.

Sweet Jesus…

With each step she took, Becca’s clit throbbed.

“Hey,” Becca managed to say when she reached the Jeep.

“Hey,” Krissy said. The head was now raised, the sunglasses once more obscuring Krissy’s eyes. Becca wondered, Are my clothes still being ripped off?

“All done?” Krissy asked.

“Yeah,” Becca said softly. “You’re the best. Thanks for coming.”

“Are you kidding me? I had a blast! That was, like, proper Hollywood stuff! And you’re so good at it!”

Becca made a face.

“Am I?”

“Uh…yeah! You were so composed, and nothing threw you. You were, like, in charge the whole entire time. I especially liked how you didn’t take shit from anybody. It was…it was fucking hot!”

Becca laughed.

“Shut up!”

“It was! I was sitting there, like, so proud you’re my best friend.”

“Awww…” Becca drew Krissy in for a hug. She really was appreciative that Krissy had agreed to come here today.

“Oh, wait a minute,” Krissy said when they separated. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t proud that you’re my best friend. I was proud that you’re my girlfriend. I forgot.”

Becca playfully smacked Krissy’s arm.

“Oh my god,” she said, laughing. “Now the chief totally thinks we’re dating, by the way. Thanks.”

Krissy spread her arms, displaying herself.

“You could do worse,” she said. Then she pouted. “Although, I’m still bummed. Remember, yesterday, I got promoted to wife.”

Becca rolled her eyes.