"Aubrey, why is fucking... Helena... in my bed?" Sam squints, exiting the musky bedroom and walking into the kitchen. Stood in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, she swings open the fridge to retrieve a bottle of Blissfuel Xtra.

Sam's tall, busty roommate grins and watches the tomboy take a healthy swig from the energy drink in her hand. "Oh, you know her?" She asks nonchalantly, brushing her hair in front of the TV as she watches the news.

"No I read her nametag." Sam replies sarcastically, her mood soured by the presence of Tyra's highschool bully... definitely no jealousy from remembering how much of a crush Tyra had on the girl a while back.

Aubrey seems surprised by Sam's hostility, but decides to roll with it, choosing against activating the girl's chip.

Helena lays face down on Sam's mattress with clothes and red rope scattered messily around her, a thong pulled half way down her waist and her drooling lips smushed against her arm.

"So what's she doing in my bed, I didn't even know you swinged that way... but last I checked you've got your own bed."

"Well, you weren't using it. Where were you last night?" Aubrey finishes with her hair and picks the glass of juice up from the coffee table, tapping it with her recently manicured nails.

"Staying at my girlfriend's, what are you, my mom?"

"Do you want me to be?" Aubrey winks.

"Had you asked a few weeks ago, maybe. Wait, you just dodged the question again! Why my bed, you perv?"

"Oh, well, if you must know. Your bed is sorta better suited for what we got up to. Mine doesn't have those posts at the foot of the bed, so it'd have been more inconvenient for the rope."

"Oh... Oh. R-right, um, wow. Okay. That's... you used my bed for... that."

"Want mommy to change your sheets, sweetie?"

"I-I mean, that's just the polite thing to do right? It's a reasonable expectation, I think." Sam gulps down her Blissfuel and runs a hand through her hair awkwardly. "I'm just gonna go grab a shower and head to work, then."

"Try not to rip out your hair extensions picturing me and your friend on your poor mattress."

Sam scowls. "Okay first off, she's not my friend. Secondly-" She unclips the long blonde hair. "-shit's just a clip, they make it all look better in post anyway, that's advertising babe."

"Why'd you have them in when you came in?" Aubrey asks curiously.

"...because Tyra said she liked long hair." Sam's face goes red and she heads into the bathroom, locking the door with a click.

"Didn't Tyra go travelling..." Aubrey muses, sipping at her juice as she tries to think.

"Mnhh... H-hello?"

Helena's mother continues to brush her hand over the girl's skin, Rachel suddenly realising that she's stark naked.

"Don't fuss, we don't want to disturb the neighbours. You can take some of my daughter's clothes, you were like this when I found you."

"You... found me? Ugh, my head is killing me, I don't remember what happened. You did something to me again, didn't you?"

"Don't be absurd. You were part of an ongoing trial, they sent me to pick you up once it was over."

"A test trial? What? Who?"

"You should think yourself lucky, you're one of the few in your class to evade the chip. You're almost free to go, little miss trouble."

"You're letting me go? After I kept finding myself getting into your car and letting you use my body for over a month. Now I'm just free?"

"That was a while ago, now."

"Wait... how long was this trial?"

"You were gone little over two months. I swear, kids these days are so precious about their time... sheesh, when I was your age killing time was a chore."

"Where are my clothes? You didn't steal them to huff later, did you?"

Helena's mother blushes and crosses her arms. "I told you, they never returned your clothes, I took you back like that. Not the first time you've been naked in my car, sweetie."

"Who's they? This is all so creepy and corrupt, I'll call the police."

The woman sighs and rests her cheek in her hand, rolling her eyes. "No you won't, because the clean up crew is going to make you forget all about this, give your mind a rational explanation for the lost time that you can give to friends and loved ones. It's important nobody starts spreading unsavoury rumors, especially uppity millennial brats with overactive imaginations."

"Did... did you seriously just call me uppity?" Rachel stretches, before sitting up on the bed and cracking her knuckles. "Well, you just said I'm free, so I'm not sticking around to let some one mess with my head any more than it already has been."

"I said you're almost free, just waiting on the clean up crew young lady."

"Yeah? Well as I said, I've got no plans to stick around for them to come. I suggest you turn yourself in now to get ahead of things, I know a lawyer-"

"I think you've misunderstood, Rachel, we're not waiting for anybody. The clean up has already begun, we hardly need more than one person for an overconfident bimbo who hasn't used her legs in over 60 days."

Rachel's eyes widen as she realises her situation, trying to make a break for the door, taking a few steps with her weakened track team legs before a sudden buzz between her legs causes her to lose balance and land on her ass... causing her to let out a high pitched moan.

"Tut, tut, Rachel." Helena's mother reveals the small remote in her hand, wirelessly connected to the vibrator inside of her. "Technology these days, such a small thing can pack such a punch, hmm?"

With a shaky breath, a beet red Rachel reaches down to remove the source of her sudden stimulation, only for her fingers to stop at the smooth metal in their way. She looks down and gasps, realising what she is wearing. How had she not noticed the cool feeling of the chastity belt around her waist and crotch, the heart shaped lock and deep plug in her rear... no wonder she moaned when she landed on it. As Rachel's mental fog seems to lift, she soon notices another cool feeling around her neck, fingers moving to trace the leather collar, then feeling the leash that leads back to the woman's other hand. She was being toyed with from the start.

"I'm free, am I?" Rachel asks bitterly, her heartrate rising from the new sensations brought by her enhanced awareness.

"Freer that you were 24 hours ago, stuck in that steamy chair buckling from orgasm after orgasm, mmmhh..." Clearly getting worked up, Rachel had forgotten this woman's perverse obsession with her millennial pheromones or whatever nonsense she would probably call it... Rachel isn't even a millennial! Her thoughts are cut off by the firm yank to the leash connected to her collar, pulling Rachel closer to the woman as she crawls over on her knees, stopping just short of the other's legs as she sits on her calves.

"I've tried telling you, I don't swing that way! Now, my friend Sam... well, never mind, she likes girls her own age not aging hags who only ever complain about today's youth while also fetishizing said youth to high fucking heav--ahhh!" Rachel is cut off again, this time by another whirring buzz between her legs, making her feel hot and distracted again. "H-hey, cut that out already. I told you-"

"Let me do the telling for now, honey. You know that my daughter, Helena, always begged me to get her a pet for the house. She really wanted a cute puppy or something, promised me she'd housetrain it so that I'd never have to lift a finger. I never let her get it, of course, disgusting creatures. If I wanted to live in a mangy shithole I wouldn't have bought such a nice house to begin with, but look at me now. My daughter has abandoned me and I've adopted a mutt, so you better behave. I'm going to have to housetrain you as well as little Helena wished she could."

Rachel goes quiet, frozen by the reality of the situation setting in. She's to become this woman's pet, going to be trained? This is all some fucked up kinky dream, right?

"If you take to your training well, however, I'll have to find some way to give you treats. After all, I'm not some heartless bitch. No Rachel, you're the bitch in heat, making a mess of my daughter's bedroom floor."

"Oh don't be ridiculous, this thing is clearly stopping that from happening." Rachel mumbles, chewing the inside of her cheek and trying to get comfortable on her knees. She gestures to the chastity belt, which stops her from even being able to feel the pussy mound concealed within.

"So you're telling me that I would be right, if you weren't wearing it? Good thing I put it on you then, you must be drenched."

"Ew... no, I just meant... stop playing games with me!"

"God, you're so lean, the chair didn't spoil you at all. You may have an awful attitude, but your physique is Amazonian." Rachel's would-be owner brushes her big toe down the girl's toned chest and stomach, causing the collared girl to shudder from the cooler touch as her own body heat only continues to rise.

"Then why don't you get on your knees and give me a turn in the chair?" She retorts, glaring up at the woman who only pushes the dial on the remote in her hand. Rachel groans as she tries to resist giving a show, holding back a moan and scrunching her eyes shut to wait for the buzzing to subside. Instead, she hears the sound of weight being lifted from the bed and then feels the vibration of a chair being dragged over the floor from the side of the room. Vibration. Her hips shake from the vibration inside of her, powerless to control it in any way, she throws her hands up in the air just in time for yet another cool metallic sensation. A handcuff fastening itself around her wrist. Rachel stiffens up again and her eyes shoot open, looking up to watch the woman casually cuff her wrists together above her head and then attach the chain to a connection on the back of her collar.

"Not a very puppy-like pose, is it?" Helena's mother taunts with a giggle, covering her face with a hand as she laughs. She sits herself down in the chair, with Rachel now kneeling directly in front of her, arms raised above her head and hands behind her head in a fixed position. "Quite a good pose for house training, though, I expect you to be able to hold poses like this for me. You've got good muscles, so all you need is a little discipline."

The buzzing finally stops and Rachel exhales loudly, practically panting. Her elbows raised into the air, she finds it harder to get as comfortable as she could before, feeling much more exposed in this position. No words come to her, as embarassment sets in.

"Awhh, has my bratty mutt run out of quips? How about a new catchphase suggestion?"

"Uh... what is it?"

"Yes, Mistress."

Rachel feels a sharp tug against her collar, lurching forwards from her knees and falling into her tormentor's lap face first. Surprisingly strong legs wrap around her naked upper body and drag Rachel into the darkness beneath the older woman's hiked up dress. Her mouth and nose press against a pair of ruined lace panties, the girl taking a tentative inhale...

Sufficiently cleaned up, soaped up and made up, Sam waves goodbye to an unfamiliar Aubrey and heads to work. As she enters the subway car, something Sam hates taking alone... especially with extensions in, she feels relieved when she spots a familiar face.

"Heyyy, room for one more?" She asks her colleague with a smirk, gesturing to the array of empty seats around them. Unlike a certain other city which apparently never does, they may as well call this one 'The City that Sleeps in', because the public transport is usually empty at this time in the early morning. Suits Sam just fine, nobody likes crowded subways except in those hentai comics where the schoolgirl is being groped and secretly likes it. Weird shit, who would get off on public embarrassment and being used like that? "Mary?"

Mary's head jolts up and she removes her headphones, wiping the drool from her previously slackened jaw. "Mmh? Oh, Sam, hey! I was uh, listening to my phones, sorry."

"Your phones? I'd call your slang dated but I don't even know if people ever said that." She teases, sitting beside the Blisscorp intern and checking her hair in a make-up mirror. "Listening to anything good? You looked like you were nodding off, I get it... way too early, eh? At least you can get away with a bedhead, no cameras stuffed in your face."

Bedhead? Mary gives the blonde a thin smile as she tries to check her hair in Sam's mirror, only to meet the other girl's amused face looking back at her.

"Oh, Mary! You're gonna make me like, totally swooooon!" Oh no, Sam only pulls out the bimbo act when she's flirting, she stops to wonder if she'd actually be interested in a girl like Mary. She is sort of similar to Tyra in some ways, though completely different in others. Perks of being an individual, thinks the girl dressed as a clone to her other Blissgirl models.

Mary, while oblivious to the flirtation, can tell she's being teased. Sam may look and dress like the stereotypical dumb blonde, but that's probably just a work thing. She can tell Sam is smart, funny too, if a little mean. Mary has never complained about girls being mean to her, the first time she masturbated was getting home after her high school bully Cindy used her as a footstool in the park... her family was there and didn't seem to notice her, but the embarassment made her weak in the knees. So yes, maybe Mary can take Sam's teasing on the sub just fine.

Wanting a quick change to the subject regardless, she decides to answer the model's other question. "Oh I was just listening to a mix Sophia threw together for me, she promised it would keep me going through the day, you know Sophia right? She's..."

"She's replacing Helena!" Sam perks up a little, having completely forgotten about that happening. Her joy comes to a swift end as she is also reminded of her episode in the shower, the recreation that played in her mind until she got herself too worked up to shower in peace.

"Was that the other woman's name? I never met her."

"Lucky you, but woman is a bit much, she's my age. You're her elder, Mary. What are you, 25?"

"...26, actually..."

"Man, you're ancient." Sam nudges her elbow, smiling, the glossy pink lipstick making for such a pretty sight in Mary's opinion.

"W-well, do you want to listen? We still have a few minutes left."

Sam takes the offered earbud and places it in her right ear, while Mary listens through the left.

Helena's eyes flutter open and she winces at the time on the clock, curling back up in Sam's bed and pulling the sheets over herself. Hugging one of the pillows as her head rests on the other, she slowly drifts back to sleep, finding something oddly nostalgic as she buries her nose into the soft pillowcase. Only ten minutes later, Aubrey enters the bedroom and towers over the sleeping Blissgirl with a smug expression, her fingertip dancing over Helena's inner thigh. A moment later, she pulls the sheets away from Helena and snaps her fingers a few times. "Wakey, wakey, rise and shine! Get your butt out of bed already, I took you for a morning person guess I was wrong... that can always be changed, I guess!"

Once again, Helena attempts to delay her inevitable waking, but this time finds herself pulled up into a sitting position by her wrists, Aubrey moving her like it was nothing. As her eyes meet Aubrey's, the resistance inside of her seems to die out like a flickering flame and her sharp eyes soften. The girl sighs out all of Helena's hang ups and bad habits, leaving a Blissgirl eager to serve and obey her new stacked mistress. "Good morning, Mistress Aubrey! I'm sorry, have I slept in too long? My chip has a power save mode that lets you keep me properly programmed in your presence even in sleep, if you'd like a reminder on h--mmppphhhh!"

Aubrey shuts Helena up with her lips, hooking her arms under the brainwashed slut's to carry her into the living room as the two make out. Blissgirls are such good kissers, she remarks, either that or Helena has more experience than she lets on. Maybe the chips have some training on? No, they're just glorified triggers with strong reinforcement, so maybe Lady Bliss and other handlers have to train them? The idea is certainly hot to imagine, cubicles of naked, blissed out girls, being taught how to perfectly please their future owners with their mouths, bodies and words. She pulls back to give Helena a chance to catch her breath, planting wet kisses against her Blissgirl's neck and enjoying the soft mewls of delight. This 'power save' function sounds lame, Aubrey thinks, watching Helena shift from her normal self into her Blissful self is so much more satisfying.

"Let's not get carried away..." Aubrey pushes Helena back against the wall, pinning her against it by her shoulder. "We're going to the gym, so go grab a shower and find something to wear. Sam has some gym outfits, even if she barely ever comes, might not fit you too well but I'm sure we can stretch them out a bit, could look sexy. Sound good, Helena?"

Aubrey is already considered a goddess by some of the boy's dorm, on account of her divine curves, award worthy chest and unusual height, though this height is what tends to turn most guys away. More for the fairer sex, so be it. Even so, from Helena's perspective, Aubrey is walking sex. A true goddess, through and through, quite literally the object of her desire. As Lady Bliss had told her, the more you resist the harder you fall... and Helena has taken to her conditioning with points for extra credit. She batts her eyelids and nods submissively, heading to the bathroom with a skip in her step.

As she steps in the shower, the Blissgirl begins to run the water and get herself ready to go to the gym with her mistress, lazily tracing a spiral pattern against the steamed up glass with her finger. A few seconds later, her finger stops and she brings it up to her face... she ran it over something slimy... the girl rubs her thumb over it and then pulls her finger away, a small string forming between the two digits. Must be shower gel.

A moment later, Rachel feels a hand on the back of her head pushing her face even closer to the damp panty mound, before another hand pulls the underwear to the side so that Rachel's face can be smothered by a face-full of hungry cunt, rubbing her against it for a while before the girl is finally pushed away. Moving back until the leash becomes taut once again, Rachel recedes from within the dress and looks up defiantly at the woman playing with her. Her eyes quickly shift down to her tinted thighs when she remembers the warmth of the woman's lips against her face, then her eyes close when a bead of the woman's arousal rolls down her face and over her lips.

"You look thirsty, Rachel. Would you like a drink?"

"Y-yeah, please..." She mutters under her breath, feeling the shifting of weight once again as the woman stands up and walks across the room. Just as she thinks she's alone, Rachel feels a bar being fitted in place between her ankles, that cool sensation around her limbs once again making her shudder. An equally cool chain runs up to the back of her collar, being pulled up to run up her ass crack and across her bare back in it's ascent.

"Back in a second, don't go anywhere."

"Fffuck you..." Rachel tries to push her legs apart, to move her arms back down, failing in both. She stays there in her demeaning position, starting to feel her pride and shame change form in real time. By the time Helena's mother returns, she realises she was too distracted to try and find some way of escaping, she actually feels relieved at the woman's return as she waits for some hydration.

The older woman sits down on the chair and holds up a plastic cup to Rachel's lips, slowly tilting it back to let the girl drink from it. No Blissfuel, just crisp, icy water. It's good, Rachel thinks, must be from a filter... the water in this city never tastes clear.

"Thank... you."

"Of course, I'm here to train you, not dehydrate you. Trust me, you'll need a lot more H2O as we continue, I appreciate this can be tiring work. Gosh, you are stunning though, if you don't mind me saying."

Rachel wonders why the woman is suddenly being so nice, the shift feeling sort of jarring, though she won't question something that's in her favour. Might as well enjoy the good cop treatment while it's on the table, right? Having no idea what she just gave up in the thought, Rachel shakes her head. "Uh, no... it's not like I have a choice."

"Don't you? Nobody made you stare at my legs the whole time you were down there. Nobody forced you to sneak a taste of my cunt while I had you up against it. Nobody stopped you from trying to break out of here when I left the room."

"What? That's not... I never..." She didn't, those things aren't true. Rachel knows that those sentences are false, manipulative garbage... but strangely, a part of her starts to doubt. Did she taste her? She might have, by accident... it could have happened, maybe she just lost herself? No, what is she thinking? And... the woman's legs? When did she ever...

The woman's leg bounces on the other knee, her waxed skin glinting in the warm light of the room. Rachel licks her lips instinctively, tasting something on her bottom lip that isn't water. She shudders once again, her fingers hitting the metal heart covering her crotch as she whines pathetically. What is she even doing? She's stronger than this, more sensible than this.

"I couldn't break out, obviously... look at me."

"Oh, I am looking at you, pet. I can't stop looking at you, though I'm seeing that's mutual. Go ahead and worship my legs if you'd like, they're not just on display."

"I'm not going to do that."

"In time, honey, in time. Anyway, you were saying? Oh, that you couldn't possibly have broken out? Do you really believe that, though?"

"I... yes! How could I?"

"Want me to tell you?"

"Uh... yes."

"Then lean closer~"

Rachel rolls her eyes and bites the corner of her lip, reluctantly tilting her body forwards. The woman also leans closer and slides her tongue up Rachel's glistening skin, she drags it indulgently up Rachel's side, over her exposed underarm and up to her elbow. She then strokes a hand up Rachel's chest, palming her until the girl's nipple stiffens against it... only to leave it and move up over her collarbone and around her neck. Grabbing a handful of Rachel's hair, she pulls the girl's head back and then moves even closer to pepper her face with a flurry of kisses. Rachel squirms, her heart beating faster and faster as she is assaulted with affection until she feels that every pore on her face must have been marked by the woman's plush lips.

"Do you still want to know?"

"Doahh... Do... I what? What?" Rachel is so flustered and overwhelmed, one second the woman is doing one thing and the next, something else entirely.

"How to break out, silly. I swear, girls your age only think about one thing. So? Should I tell you?"

After catching her breath and her thoughts, Rachel nods.

"Sex!"

"Whaat?"

The woman releases Rachel's hair and runs her fingers over the girl's jaw, her thumb stroking over Rachel's bottom lip.

"That's all girls your age think about, you asked me to tell you. So I'm telling you."

"N-no, I thought you meant... how to break out."

"That's what you think you want, but I already told you what you want, what you're really thinking about."

"...huh?" Rachel feels uncomfortably hot in this woman's presence, her body starting to feel tired from holding the pose so long, arms sagging and letting the cuffs hold their weight... which tugs at her neck just enough to make her feel the collar against her throat. She hates how good it feels.

"Sex, honey~"

Well, as much as she hates to admit it, Rachel knows she is getting more and more distracted by these acts and games... is she being seduced?

"I'm not sure, but I like her voice... and the backing vocals."

"Oh, there are backing vocals? ...huh, you're right, that's neat. Super chill vibes, are they all this good?"

"Well, some are slower, some faster, the tempo of the tracks seems to fluctuate."

"Damn, Sophia some kinda playlist auteur or something? I usually just slap together a bunch of tracks by my favourite artist at the time, or just whatever I've been listening to... usually just drum and bass, or breakcore, I know Tyra had a vaporwave phase. Uh, not sure what genre this would be but I'm a fan."

Mary smiles, grateful to have a friend to listen with, another extrovert who seems to pull her out of her own anti social bubble. Just like goddess Sophia.

The girls continue to listen as the next track starts playing. Sam continues to get into the music, tapping along and trying to nudge Mary into joining her. "So how the heck were you drifting off to jams like these, anyway? It's pretty upbeat."

"Well, I dunno... I'm just tired, maybe? I do find it weirdly relaxing if you listen long enough, the layers are all different and like... depending on which one you focus on, the songs can sound really different."

"Wha? Seriously? I tried to make a song back when dubstep was huge, it was way too fucking complicated and I ended up quitting to play some MMO I was obsessed with at the time. But you're telling me that the song I'm listening to and the one you're listening could be totally different?"

"Er, kind of? Just try listening to the beat, or the different vocal layers. It's just super neat, I need to ask Sophia where she found it."

"Yeah, deffo, I'm all for new music. I still have an original iPod, I was an even bigger hipster before my Walkman broke too... it was my mom's."

"I just listen to music on my phone." Mary grins, enjoying the conversation almost as much as the music.

As the conversation starts to die down, the two begin to just lose themselves in Sophia's mix, the next song rolling in as neither girl seem to notice when they pass their platform and continue down the tunnel. When the subway car reaches the platform after that, both girls are slumped in their seats, with Mary's head resting on Sam's head and Sam leaning into Mary. Still tapping her feet, a relaxed Sam keeps enjoying how the music seems to reach inside of her and unravel her mind, letting her see it's spiral shape painted over the floor in front of them. She smiles, everything seeming to spin in place wherever her eyes move. Her eyes feel heavy, she tries to ask Mary if she feels the same but feels too relaxed to move her mouth. Instead, she simply tilts her gaze down to see that Mary is fast asleep against her, still listening to the music as it pulls her deeper still. Sam loses track of time for just a second and jerks awake many stops later, her eyes darting around the subway car in a frantic panic. The place is crowded now, with two girls stood in front of her, one of which having nudged her awake. She notices that the earbud is no longer in her ear and Mary's seat is empty, then she looks up to an unexpected sight.

"Did you get out of work early, or something?" Aubrey, towering as always, stands over Sam with an arm around a beaming Helena. Both girls are dressed in workout clothes, Helena's being from Sam's wardrobe... the top is too small for her bigger chest and longer torso, but the shorts are loose enough.

"...or something." Sam answers, sounding utterly defeated. She feels refreshed, though, reminding herself that she should go and see Sophia to ask her about that music. She needs to see Sophia. With more of a smile returned to her face, Sam squeaks as she suddenly finds her hand sandwiched between Mary's empty seat and Helena's ass. "H-hey, watch it." She mumbles, pulling her hand back as Helena turns to face her. The girl looks way too happy, in a much cuter way than Helena's evil smile that she's come to know.

"You're a Blissgirl, too, aren't you?"

"A... oh, right. Well, yeah, duh." Sam gestures to her attire, then points at a Blissfuel ad on the opposite side of the subway car. "Wait, too? What do you mean?"

"Helena's just messing with you, Sam, she's been telling me all about how she used to mess with you and Tyra."

"Mostly just Ty and she was just a plain ol bitch, messing is way too cute."

"Right, so, Helena said she wanted to apologise and make it up to you. She feels really bad, don't you Helly?"

Helena pushes up to Sam in the crowded car, looking exhausted from the gym session but a smouldering expression on her face as she leans closer and closer. "So bad." She whispers, making Sam squint in confusion.

"So, how will you make it up to her, Helena?" Aubrey stands over the two of them, holding onto the overhead rail. Sam feels surrounded by their... presence. "I know we were going to wait until we got home, but why not here?"

The obedient Blissgirl nods and pulls herself into Sam's lap, fingers wrapping around the shocked tomboy's neck and pulling Sam into her stifling bust. Aubrey takes the freshly vacated seat and watches as Helena overwhelms Sam easily, the smothered girl's fingers tensing up and hovering in the air for a moment before Helena's fingers lace into Sam's squeezing her hands to reassure her, causing the girl to ease off her tension until she just... enjoys the rest of her subway ride. Consequences be damned, conscience be damned, rational Sam can deal with that once she gets off...

...the subway.

"Now then, back to the training~ Don't worry too hard, silly mutt, this is just a baseline test. Right, well, a good pet should be seen and not heard, just like children. So I expect you to be able to hold your tongue and control your volume levels, when fully trained that is. For now, let's see how long you can hold out.

The woman opens a case on the bed and pulls out two small wires connected to clips. Before Rachel can even get a word out, she finds her nipples being clipped and gasps with each one, stiffening instantly as her breath hitches.

That... wasn't so bad, actually. Rachel feels a swell of pride, even though she knows she shouldn't. Even so, she managed to stay quiet, that'll show that s-

"Nmnnhaaahh! Ahh... hhhahh..." Rachel's back arches and she leans back in her kneeling position, as the vibrations against her sensitive nipples elicit lewd moans she no longer has the concentration or strength to hold back.

Helena's mother slips a hand into her panties and finally digs into that moist slit, looks like Rachel's training could take all week. Two if she takes her time to savour it.

No reason to rush, right?

"God, that announcer sounds like a fucking nutter. I swear, everytime we visit this side of the country we get weird venues like these, just take a look at the crowd, real peanut gallery."

Tyra giggles, finishing her colleague's hair as Star opens with her veteran assistants. Tyra doesn't mind, she gets to watch her stunning boss do her opening act from the dressing room each night, so it's a win really.

"So, you going home for the new year?" The slightly older assistant asks, having been with the group for a year longer than Tyra.

"Yeah, I've not told anyone, so it should be a nice surprise, hopefully!"

"Oh yeah? Cute bundle of excitement like you, I'm sure your friends been missing the shit out of ya, enjoy yourself. I'll be at the club, counting in the new year with style. Have a good one, okay?"

"For sure, you too. Oh hey, that's us."

"Yeah, see the rest of you girls after the show, wish us luck~"

"See you later, everybody!" Tyra waves.