At the stroke of eleven, midway through a sip of herbal tea, tanya heard the front door open and saw a rain-soaked renee scramble back indoors. She jumped to her feet to help her fellow slave out of those wet clothes.

“You know, renee…” tanya started with a smile.

“i know, i know, this isn’t what Miss Megan meant by being wet and ready.” Renee sighed, dropping her impractically small but undeniably stylish denim jacket to the floor and working on her tank top. “i’m begging you to get some new material.” she smiled and kissed tanya, as a greeting and a thanks and a reminder of her love.

“Still no bites?” tanya kneeled and worked renee’s jeans to the floor.

“Basically,” renee sighed. Exhaustion, yes, but also relief at freeing her pussy. “One maybe. And before you ask, no, i’m not being picky.”

“you keep saying that…”

“i’m serious!” renee drifted towards the couch where tanya had sat, while tanya headed to the kitchen to fill another mug of tea. “Like, let me tell you about this girl. She was crazy hot, emphasis on the crazy.”

Tanya sat down next to renee, handing her the warm mug, then leaning against her bare skin. “Crazy can be fun.”

“Not a good kind of crazy. Like, she had kind of an e-girl aesthetic going on, but on top of that, she had a tattered cloak and an eyepatch. Kind of a ‘what if the cryptic stranger in the dark corner of the fantasy tavern was also an e-girl’ thing going on.”

“That wouldn’t matter once she moves in though,” tanya noted, gently caressing renee’s breasts for emphasis.

“Right, I thought the same thing,” renee replied. “So I start flirting, asking if she’s from out of town, you know.”

“Protocol 27-B, yes.”

“And then she starts monologuing! I can’t get a word in edgewise!”

“Monologuing, not just rambling? What did she say?”

“She tells me, ‘Two vast and trunkless legs of stone stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, half sunk, a shattered visage lies; whose phone, and painted lip, and smile of warm command, tell that its sculptor well those passions read which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, the hand that mocked them and the heart that fed. And on the pedestal these words appear: ‘hi hi, it’s chyme💕, the queen of queens above; like all my vids, ye Horny, and despair!’ Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level sands stretch far away.’”

tanya polished off the last of her tea and and set her mug down. “Yeah, i wouldn’t have picked her either.”

THE END