Charlotte didn’t know how to act around Joanna. The two of them were never alone, always in a group with Natalie and Becka, and so they could never talk about what happened. But every time she caught the tall girl’s eye, she knew both of them were thinking of the same thing. Of that moment, clinging to each other, their tongues in each other’s mouths. 

Perhaps it was for the best, to never talk about it again. It was immensely awkward, that Charlotte had made out with one of her friends and they had to act like everything was normal. But given enough time, it could be buried, and Charlotte could continue to pretend like she was normal. Just one moment lost to the past, easily ignored. 

That hope was quickly crushed. Halfway through spring break, Joanna texted her.

J: Can I call you?

C: …Sure?

Her heart pounded in her chest. She wasn’t sure she was ready to talk about this with anyone other than Lauren. But it looked like Joanna was forcing the issue.

The phone rang. Charlotte picked up. “Hi?”

“Hey, Charlotte. Uhh. I hope this isn’t a bad time?”

“No, it’s not.” Charlotte lay on her bed, avoiding her mother and trying to convince herself the outside world didn’t exist. Far from the most adventurous spring break she’d ever experienced. But everything had changed, and… this seemed easier than having to confront it all.

“Soooo… you also like girls.”

Charlotte pressed the heel of her hand against her face. “Joanna…”

“Hey, I just—” Joanna inhaled, her voice getting softer. “I just didn’t realize that one of you could be like me.”

Charlotte swallowed. “Well. Neither did I.”

“How’d you find out?”

She ground her teeth together. “Do we have to have this conversation?”

“…Charlotte, it’s… it’s alright. I’m not going to judge you. I mean, how could I?” She let out a breath. “When I was thirteen, I realized that I was looking at girls in a different way than… the other girls around me did. I wanted to touch them. And be with them. And… And I don’t even think I realized that there was anything weird about that until one night, when I was at a sleepover. Kayla Robinson asked me who I liked, and I told her that I really liked Zoe, a girl in my class. I always thought the red streak in her hair was really cute. But then Kayla laughed and said that she was talking romantically. She wanted to know which boy I liked. I… I finally put it together, that there was something off about me.”

As she listened, a feeling pervaded Charlotte, starting in her chest. It was fragile, delicate, raw. Something tender, that she was afraid to even look at, for fear that it would crumble to pieces. A feeling of being known, being seen, being vulnerable in a way she hadn’t been her entire life. It felt good, and altogether terrifying.

“I still liked boys, though,” Joanna went on. “I just hid the part of myself that liked girls. I figured that living in a town like this, trying to explore that side of me would just be asking for trouble.” She laughed softly. “I did watch a lot of porn though. Girl on girl porn.”

Charlotte’s face turned red. “Okay, okay—I don’t need to know about that.” She sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’m… sorry to say I don’t have that in-depth of an explanation. I mean, I… kind of only came to terms with this last week.”

“What??” Joanna exclaimed. “Shit, Charlotte, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay… actually I think talking with you about this is kind of helping.”

“You’re my friend, Charlotte. Plus, we’re partners in gay crime, right?”

The blush in her cheeks renewed. “Please don’t say it like that…”

Joanna snickered. “…Do you wanna talk about it? If this is so new, I mean, it could help…”

“I already talked about it a bit with Lauren.” She still couldn’t quite believe that she’d come out to Lauren first, of all people. Not that she really wanted to come out at all.

“Right, you and Lauren… still not quite sure what’s going on between you two.”

Charlotte groaned. “Neither am I.”

“I mean, she’s apparently a succubus. Who can control what you do. That’s kind of hot, right?”

“Joanna!!” Charlotte hissed, her blush growing to her ears. 

“Hey, am I wrong? I mean, I had no idea that loser could be so attractive… those horns, and scales, they were kind of doing it for me.”

“You’re so weirddddd…” Charlotte put her face in her hand.

“So you disagree?”

“…No.”

She could practically hear Joanna’s grin. “So. Tell me about you and her.”

“I don’t like that insinuation,” Charlotte snapped. “We’re not like… romantically involved or anything. We just have a lot of sex. The day of Bobby’s party… she transformed, and took me to her place. That was the start of everything. We’ve been getting together every weekend, screwing until the sun goes down. She calls it her revenge. For all the bullying I’ve done to her.”

“Huh… I guess, if I were in her shoes, I might do something similar. Damn, Charlotte, I’m kind of jealous. I mean, is she good in bed?”

“Why are you so crude all of a sudden??”

“I’ve never gotten to talk about anything like this with anyone! I swear to god, all anyone at school wants to talk about is their stupid straight people sex. It gets really boring really fast. Do you have any idea how grateful I am to have another gay chick to chat with?”

Charlotte’s face went red again, but for a completely different reason. A tingle of happiness spread through her body, down to her toes. “I… um, y- yeah. I feel similar.” She bit her lip. “Thanks for… being so cool about this, Joanna.”

“No prob. So, you and Lauren are just sex friends. Does that mean you really do have feelings for Becka?”

Charlotte choked on her own spit, and went into a coughing fit. 

“Whoah, Charlotte, you okay?”

“Wh- Why would you say that??” Charlotte managed between coughs.

“Cause you’re coughing your lungs out, girl.”

“No, I mean…” Charlotte’s voice got small. “Why do you think I have feelings for her?”

“Oh. Well, I mean… she’s the person you’re closest with. I know that you prefer her company to literally everyone else in your life. And you’re always looking at her with this expression of awe and love. It’s like, you trust her. I just figured there was something there between the two of you.”

Charlotte felt like she couldn’t breathe. “N- No, that’s… I don’t feel like that about her. She’s my best friend. It’d be weird to feel like that about her.”

“Oh.” Joanna seemed put out. “Would it?”

Charlotte frowned at her tone. “…What is it?”

“I just… you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“Joanna? Um, okay, I promise.”

Joanna took in a deep breath. “I have feelings for Natalie.”

Pause. Blink. 

“Natalie??” Charlotte exclaimed, shocked.

“Y- Yeah. Is it really that weird??”

“No, I… I guess not.” Charlotte worried her lip, revolving what Joanna had said in her brain. “How long have you felt that way about her?”

“Since last year, I think. I mean, I always thought she was cute. Her freckles, and how short she is, and that pink hairclip she always wears. But I didn’t think there was anything more to my feelings until she started dating that guy. Grant, I think his name was? It just really started rubbing me the wrong way. I wasn’t sure why, but I was certain that something was up with him. I subtly started to fuck with him whenever I could. Anyway, one night Natalie came to my place sobbing. She and him had apparently gotten into a fight. So I listened to her, and after I heard about what a piece of shit this guy was, I encouraged her to break it off with him. She seemed scared to, but eventually she agreed. And then, she told me that she didn’t want to go back home yet. Asked if she could stay the night.” Joanna laughed awkwardly. “When she got out of the shower, dressed in a pair of my pajamas, I was floored. I don’t know. There was something about the way she looked, her hair still damp, smelling like my shampoo, and asking if I could hold her for a bit. It made my heart do a loop-de-loop. That night, sleeping in the same bed with her, I knew I was fucked. I’ve tried to ignore these feelings. Because she’s straight. Nothing’s gonna happen.”

Charlotte’s mouth felt dry. “…So’s Becka,” she said softly. Bitterly.

Joanna was silent for an extended moment. “Charlotte…”

Her heart thundered. “It’s- there’s nothing between us. She’s just my friend. She’s straight. She likes guys. Nothing could happen. So there’s no point in…” She trailed off, afraid to even put it into words.

“You thought you were straight too, y’know.”

“Most people are straight, Joanna! That’s just how it is. I’m not gonna get my hopes up.”

“Shit, okay, alright…”

Charlotte massaged her head. “I’m- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be so harsh.”

“It’s okay. You’re going through a lot.”

Sighing, Charlotte stared at the ceiling, dejected. “God… what the hell happened to us? We were queens of the school… now we’re both losers in love with girls who’ll never have us.”

“Only a few more months. Then we’re free to go anywhere in the world. Be the queens of any campus we like. Get any girl we want.”

“Or boy, for you.”

“I think I wanna try seeing what girls are like before I go back to boys. There’s a whole sapphic world out there I haven’t even tasted.”

“Ew. Nice phrasing.” Charlotte exhaled. “No idea why anyone would want boys, honestly. I just… don’t see the appeal.”

“Spoken like a true dyke,” Joanna said with an audible grin.

That made Charlotte’s face heat up. “God, it still feels so weird… I can barely wrap my head around the idea that this is me.”

“Tell you what. As soon as school is over, you and I will hit up a gay bar. Help you acclimate. And hey, maybe you’ll meet someone. One night with her and it’ll stop feeling weird, I guarantee.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes. “Thanks, Joanna.”

“No problem.” A pause. “Shit, my mom’s calling for me. I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“See you.”

~

Strangely, Charlotte did feel better. Despite the bizarre conversation about topics she was entirely unprepared to process, it had helped diffuse the tension somewhat. Made the terrifying new reality she could no longer avoid a bit less scary. And it was nice to have a true friend in Joanna, truer than she’d ever realized she could have. Someone with whom she could trust with this brand new, fragile part of herself.

Unfortunately, none of that changed the fact that neither Becka nor Natalie could find out. When the four of them hung out as a group, Charlotte had to act like she was the same straight girl as always.

The worst part, however, was her growing crush on Becka. She had no idea how long it had been there. Perhaps since they were children. But now that she’d become aware of it, it only seemed to strengthen, become more undeniable. Her heart, swooping at every smile, laugh, every joke Becka made. Her face flushing when Becka casually leaned against her, or nudged her, or even existed within a few inches of her. 

It’s okay. Just a few more months. Just a few more months, and then you can graduate and leave all this behind.

… Would that mean leaving Becka behind too? Could she do that? She was her best friend, her closest person. But it was true that she seemed to like making fun of any girl who looked at least a little bit like a lesbian. If Charlotte wanted to be her true self, wouldn’t that necessarily mean destroying her relationship with Becka? 

Shit. Why couldn’t she just be normal? Why did this have to happen? Why did Lauren have to come in and fuck up her entire life? 

Becka leaned into Charlotte, laughing about a joke Joanna had told. Charlotte tried to pretend her insides weren’t imploding.

Despite her inner turmoil, Charlotte had to admit that spending time with Lauren each weekend was a welcome respite. Hours upon hours of pure sex and pleasure. It was easy to just get lost in the touching and tonguing and sucking, and pretend that this basement was the only thing there was. She was just Lauren’s sex toy, nothing more. And sex toys didn’t have to worry about sexuality or being in love with their best friend.

Charlotte was caressing Lauren’s body in her hands, squeezing her ass and sucking on her nipple. She tasted so good, and felt even better. Charlotte loved to grope her body, feel its curves and its squishy give. She teased her tongue against Lauren’s nipple, eliciting a groan from the other girl, before giving it a good suck. 

Eventually, Lauren gave a tug on her hair, pulling her back. A line of saliva stretched from Charlotte’s mouth to Lauren’s nipple. Lauren smirked. “Hungry today, huh?”

Charlotte smirked back, giving Lauren’s unattended boob a squeeze. “How could I not be, when you’re the entire buffet?”

Lauren opened her mouth to give an equally snappy response, but she was cut off as the doorbell rang. She got up off of Charlotte’s lap, and quickly threw on some clothes. A part of Charlotte wondered if it would be Lauren’s dad. Usually he didn’t get home until late at night, but the life of a doctor could be sporadic at times. Even if that was the case, the few times he’d arrived home he’d had no reason to go downstairs to the basement. Exactly as it should be. Charlotte was a dirty little secret to be kept away, never to see the light. 

… Taking a while for Lauren to get back. Are there mormons at her door or something? Charlotte did hear voices, but it sounded like a woman speaking with Lauren. Odd. 

Then, the door to the basement opened, and two sets of feet came stomping down the steps. Charlotte felt a spike of panic shoot through her. She was gonna be seen? Who had Lauren just brought down here without warning?

“Oh, shit. Hi, Charlotte!” Joanna’s beaming face greeted her as she descended the final step behind Lauren.

Charlotte scrambled to grab a nearby blanket and cover herself with it. She stared in shock, her eyes darting between Joanna and Lauren. “Wh- what the- why the- Joanna?? What are you doing here??”

“Uhh… well, funny story…”

“She and I started talking,” Lauren explained. “At school. She told me she wanted in on what you and I were doing.”

Charlotte stared, incredulous. “The fuck do you mean, you want in??”

“I want to be a part of this!” Joanna said. “This thing you two do, where you have hot gay sex every weekend. Like, how could I not want that after I heard what you two were up to?”

“Joanna!!” Charlotte hissed. “She can literally make you do whatever she wants! She could embarrass you in public, or out you to whoever she wanted, or—I don’t know, force you to carry around her books in school or something! Why would you voluntarily give yourself up to her?”

There was an odd expression on Joanna’s face. She blinked as if coming out of a daze. “Shit, sorry, that was just… really hot.”

Lauren smirked. “Oh really… you like the idea of being my personal bitch?”

Her face went a deep red. “Oh, fuck… yes, m- mistress Lauren.”

Charlotte couldn’t believe what she was watching. First of all, it was absolutely jarring to watch one of her friends be this horny and submissive to the idea of something that should by all rights be terrifying and reprehensible. But secondly—would that mean that she’d have to have sex with Joanna? Lauren would absolutely make the two of them do that, right? They’d already kissed, after all… The idea of going further with Joanna did things to Charlotte’s brain that she was entirely unaccustomed to.

“Cute…” Lauren said, her eyes roving up and down Joanna’s body. “Strip, then.”

Joanna nodded, and quickly got rid of her clothes. Her stylish green jacket, her long-sleeved black shirt, her ripped jeans, and of course her bra and panties, all were discarded. She was naked, and though most of Charlotte wanted to tear her eyes away—this was one of her friends, after all, watching her be naked was so fucking weird!!—the rest of Charlotte, the stronger part, couldn’t help but stare. Joanna was hot. Her tall body, with long legs and hair that fell down over her chest in an alluring way. Her breasts, large in size and now on full display, made Charlotte’s mouth water. And the tuft of dark hair above her pussy made Charlotte want to drop to her knees.

No. No, no, those are entirely inappropriate things to feel about your friend. Lauren is one thing. Joanna is another.

Lauren grinned, and reached up, hefting Joanna’s sizeable tits in her hands and giving them a squeeze. A shiver went through the tall girl, but she withheld a moan. “Can’t believe you were keeping all this under wraps,” Lauren murmured. “I should have stripped you way sooner.”

Joanna pressed her thighs together. “M- Mistress Lauren…” she whined.

“Yes?”

She looked shy. It was so bizarre to see the confident, sadistic Joanna so meek for Lauren, a girl she’d once happily bullied. “C- Can you transform again? Please?”

Lauren made a show of considering her request, tapping her chin in thought. “I dunno…I’m not sure you’ve earned it yet.”

Joanna actually whined, a long, extended noise escaping her lips. “Please mistress, I’ll do anything, pleaseeee…”

Charlotte resisted an eyeroll. This was fucking pathetic. Was this seriously Joanna acting of her own free will? Or did Lauren somehow manipulate her brain to make her all submissive and whiny?

Smirking, Lauren eyed Charlotte. “Enjoying the show, Charlie?”

She pushed back a blush. “No. I can’t believe you’re actually roping someone else into this.”

“I can’t believe you’re putting the blame on me. Joanna came to me and asked to be a part of this all on her own. Also, I’m tired of you holding that blanket over yourself. Show your body off to Joanna.”

This time the blush fully swarmed her face. She wanted nothing more than to keep the fabric wrapped around her body, to pretend that she wasn’t involved in this kinky, disgusting play between Joanna and Lauren, but the words were powerful, unable to be denied. Reluctantly, she dropped the blanket. Then it occurred to her that seated on the couch like this, the arm and cushions were still partially obscuring her body, plus Joanna couldn’t even see her pussy with her legs crossed like this! She stood, and Joanna nearly drooled as she got a good long look at Charlotte’s body.

The longer she stared, the deeper Charlotte’s blush got. She put her hands over her face. “I can’t believe this is happening…”

Joanna swallowed. “I know this is weird, Charlotte, but… I promise this doesn’t change anything, okay? It’s just sex. It’s like… playing video games with your friends. Just a fun thing to do together, yeah?”

“Sex and video games are not the same thing!” Charlotte snapped, dropping her hands.

Lauren grinned. “Don’t worry about Charlie. She just needs to bitch and complain about anything that doesn’t fit her idea of normal when it comes up. I guarantee, she’ll be desperate for you by the end of tonight.”

Joanna shot an excited look at Lauren, and then grinned at Charlotte. “Really??”

Charlotte’s eyelid twitched. “I am not—”

“Kiss each other,” Lauren ordered before she could complete her protest.

Immediately, the two of them wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their lips together. It felt just as mind-blowingly good as it did in the bathroom at the party, but this time there were no bikinis in the way. As Joanna’s long arms wrapped tighter around Charlotte, she felt their bare tits press together, and a jolt of pleasure sparked from her nipples. She gasped into Joanna’s mouth, and the taller girl took that as an opportunity to push her tongue into Charlotte’s mouth. 

Pleasure fogged up Charlotte’s brain. Joanna seemed to be an expert. Her tongue perfectly stroking Charlotte’s own, her hands touching and feeling her curves, applying just the right pressure at all times. It was getting hard to think. All Charlotte knew was that this felt so good, and that she was so fucking horny. Without thinking about it, she rested her elbows atop Joanna’s shoulders and wrapped her arms around the back of her head, pulling her into an even deeper kiss. Their tongues melded together, and Charlotte squeezed her legs together to try and do something about how wet she felt. 

“Stop,” Lauren ordered.

The two pulled away, and Charlotte could do nothing but try and catch her breath and remember where she was. A string of saliva stretched between the two of them. Charlotte, managing to find her bearings again, wiped it away, feeling deeply flustered. 

Lauren grinned. “That was pretty hot. You two give a good show. But I think I want some more…” She walked over to a dresser drawer nearby, the place where she’d started to keep her sex toys. She pulled out the strap-on, and held it out. “Joanna, I want you to fuck Charlotte with this.”

Charlotte’s jaw dropped. 

Joanna grinned. “Yes, mistress! You’ve got it!”

“W- Wait, Lauren—” Charlotte stammered, still a bit dazed from earlier.

“Doggy style,” Lauren added.

Joanna saluted, and took the strap-on, stepping into it and affixing it around her hips. Charlotte stammered a few more protests, trying to do something to prevent her pride from being mangled even further, but she eventually trailed off. It wouldn’t matter. She was at Lauren’s mercy, and right now, this was what Lauren wanted. And from the look in Joanna’s eye, it was what she wanted too.

The taller girl cupped Charlotte’s cheek, grinning. Her strap teased at Charlotte’s legs. “Don’t worry, Charlotte. I promise you, it’s gonna feel great. I’ll even treat you gentle, if you like.”

Charlotte’s mouth went dry. “Why wouldn’t I like that??”

Joanna shrugged. “Some girls are into getting rough. Getting hurt.”

“Would you be one of those girls, Joanna?” Lauren asked from her spot on the couch.

A blush spread across Joanna’s cheeks. “Er… I wasn’t sure if I was before now, but with the way you were treating me, I realized I think I really like it. The, um, idea of a girl putting me in my place, smacking me, degrading me, stepping on me, that sort of shit.” She rubbed the back of her neck. “But don’t get me wrong, I love being on the opposite side of that dynamic, too. Trust me, it’s really fucking hot to be able to fuck with someone, to be mean to them, hurt them, hit them. I guess I like both.”

“A sadistic dom and a masochistic sub,” Lauren mused. “I think I really lucked out with you, Joanna. You’re gonna be a fun girl to keep around.”

Joanna drooled. “Y- You’re gonna keep me, mistress?”

Lauren grinned. “If you’re good.”

“I’ll be good I’ll be good I promise I’ll be so so good!”

“Then you’d better get to fucking Charlotte, shouldn’t you?”

Joanna nodded eagerly, and turned back to Charlotte, her fingers tracing circles around her bare hips. She grinned. “So, Charles? What do you say you bend over and get ready to take my strap?”

Charlotte felt like her brain was locking up. Even with her boyfriends, she’d never tolerated being in such a submissive position before. And the fact that Joanna was going to be the one fucking her was still wreaking havoc on her confused mind. “U- Um… I don’t… I’m not…”

“Be honest, Charlie,” Lauren ordered.

“I really do want to get fucked by you, Joanna, I just struggle to admit it.” Charlotte immediately slapped her hands over her mouth, feeling mortified. Her entire body was burning in embarrassment. She was going to die now.

“Sounds like she needs some encouragement, hm…? Charlotte, get on your hands and knees facing away from Joanna.”

Her heart pounded in her chest, and her pussy ached with need. She obediently turned around and got down onto her hands and knees. Thank god the carpet here was nice and fluffy. Behind her, Joanna knelt as well, and Charlotte squeaked in surprise as she felt the tip of the strap tease against her inner thighs. Joanna’s hands rested on her ass, rubbing slowly, appreciatively. “God, Charles, you’re so hot…”

“God, do you have to be such a fucking tease?” Charlotte whined. Ugh, why couldn’t she sound as aggressive as she wanted to when she was in positions like these??

“If you insist!” Joanna pushed the strap into Charlotte’s pussy. 

Charlotte gasped, her head falling forward as she felt the plastic press into her. Electric pulses of pleasure were buzzing up from her pussy through her core. She’d taken this strap before, but something about it being Joanna, something about her being in this position, made her heart thud and her brain feel like it was scrambling like an egg. Joanna’s hands gripped her around her hips, using them as leverage to pull herself as deep as the strap would go. Charlotte’s eyes rolled back as the cock kissed her womb. Oh my god, oh my god…

“How’s that feel, Charlotte?” Joanna asked, breathless. “How do I feel inside you?”

Charlotte moaned. It was easier than giving a genuine answer.

“Answer the question,” Lauren ordered.

Fuck. “It feels so goooood, fuck,” Charlotte groaned. “You’re filling me up…”

Joanna grinned, and then pulled back her hips, before thrusting in again. It sent a shockwave through her body, making her tremble all over. Joanna didn’t stop there. She established a rhythm, pulling back and pushing in again, over and over, fucking Charlotte without hesitation. It was all Charlotte could do to keep herself up on her hands rather than falling forward, overwhelmed in pure pleasure.

“God, Charles, you make me wanna fuck you up,” Joanna muttered as she continued to rail Charlotte, her hands gripping her hips tight. “You’d look so hot covered in bruises and sucking on my cock…” 

Charlotte’s brain short-circuited. She was nothing but flesh being used by Joanna as her mind rebooted, but when it did a flush of embarrassment rolled through her as she listened to the things Joanna was saying—which, strangely, only caused her to feel even more hot and bothered.

Joanna bent herself over her, her hands moving from her hips to grope her swaying tits. Charlotte’s eyes went wide as Joanna continued to hump her, while she massaged and squeezed her tits. Like Charlotte was nothing more than an object that Joanna was using to get off. Her tits just fun things to squeeze, her pussy just a hole to rail for fun. It made her pussy clench, and she felt like she was getting closer and closer. Fuck, why did the idea of getting used make her so horny?

“Mmmnnnn Joanna, fuck,” she moaned as she felt Joanna’s own massive chest press against her back.

Joanna groped her hard, enough to leave a bruise. Charlotte moaned as she did it, and she couldn’t help as a line of drool slipped out of her mouth. “Yeah, Charlie, you little whore,” Joanna whispered in her ear. “You love getting fucked by me, don’t you?” 

She did. She did. God, she didn’t think she would but she did. “Y- Yesssss,” she managed, her voice shaking from each thrust.

“So fucking pathetic,” Joanna mocked. “Imagine what everyone at school would think if they knew you were this much of a slut, bouncing on my strap and getting used like a fucking fleshlight?”

Charlotte came. She couldn’t resist it. She couldn’t fight it off. Joanna’s words, plus her deep, unrelenting railing, brought her over the edge. The orgasm rolled through her like an earthquake, causing her to finally collapse on the ground, her cheek pressing against the carpet. Pleasure kept hitting her brain in aftershocks, over and over again. She felt so good. She loved being used.

Joanna snickered, and pulled back, her strap dripping. “So, mistress Lauren? Did I do a good job?”

Lauren smirked. “Looked like a stellar performance to me. I guess I’ll allow you to watch me transform.”

Joanna looked excited. She watched, enraptured, and Charlotte turned her dazed head to catch sight of Lauren as her whole body morphed. Her skin turning pink as scales covered it, horns growing up over her head. Were they bigger than normal? Were her red eyes glowing more than before? Maybe Charlotte was just still struggling to think and process after experiencing such a brain-breaking orgasm. 

“Oh my god…” Joanna murmured, staring. “Mistress, you look so fucking good…”

“Good enough to eat?” Lauren grinned.

Joanna nodded eagerly.

“Lucky you.” She began to unbuckle her belt.