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Fluffy Goes Hunting
Aggie & Rails stood together in front of the mirror.
Aggie was taking inventory. "Calves look great, the skirt was a brilliant idea."
Lori smiled. "Thanks, it's a 'Labonte' skirt, the shoes are Wingos."
Aggie scowled. "I've never heard of them."
Lori continued her perusal in the mirror. "They're off-brand knockoffs at Schlmiel's."
"Schlmeil's?"
Lori finally laughed. "Kidding, I dunno what they are, I'm just practicing my bullshit but these sandals .. wow, the lift is just right huh?"
Agnes Brooks, the noose around her neck, standing on the trapdoor.
Aggie moved behind Lori & their eyes engaged in the mirror once again. "Speaking of which, I'll just fluff up your breasts a bit."
Lori froze. "Fluff up my breasts?"
Aggie was beginning to feel the heretofore unnoticed noose. "Yeah, just push them up a little, get a little extra cleavage."
"Extra cleavage?" Lori's voice had a slightly metallic tinge.
Aggie began to feel it tighten, the rope. She was hoping the trapdoor would open soon.
"A little icing on the cake for the achingly lean and mean Commander?" Take me now, lord, pull the fucking rope.
"So we are into lean and mean now?" She looked at her breasts. "They're starting to sag, right? I need to lose weight to be lean and mean? Crap, I should blow Wally O'Brien and Jack Redstone and get them to slow the rotation of the Hub."
Aggie crossed safely back behind the line of least resistance, resentment. "Good idea, slow the Wheel, save your boobs and your ass."
"My ass!" Lori spun around quickly, checking out what suddenly seemed to be great mounds of flab just below her waist. "Crap!"
Aggie shook her head slowly, no smile to be seen. "Your ass is a multipurpose platform, crap all you want, be my guest."
"What *is* your problem, Brooks?"
"You're the most beautiful woman in space." She looked at Lori's reflected image again. "That's my problem. I love you, I stepped on your hypersensitivity flippers and I'm sorry."
"Space is huge though ..." Lori was almost back to smiling.
"Rails?"
"I should shut up?"
"Soon."
Lori slipped her hands up under her breasts. "So ... like this?"
Aggie felt a bit faint. "Uhm ... yah ... that's good."
Lori got it together. "I'm taking that file folder."
"For what?"
"For looking efficient and having an excuse to bend over if needed."
Aggie grinned. "Guys at your High School .."
Lori beamed. "No chance whatsoever." She turned and kissed Aggie very deeply, eating lips, tongue at work. "You're the love of my life, Agz."
Aggie smiled. "Go get the suits."
Aggie was taking inventory. "Calves look great, the skirt was a brilliant idea."
Lori smiled. "Thanks, it's a 'Labonte' skirt, the shoes are Wingos."
Aggie scowled. "I've never heard of them."
Lori continued her perusal in the mirror. "They're off-brand knockoffs at Schlmiel's."
"Schlmeil's?"
Lori finally laughed. "Kidding, I dunno what they are, I'm just practicing my bullshit but these sandals .. wow, the lift is just right huh?"
Agnes Brooks, the noose around her neck, standing on the trapdoor.
Aggie moved behind Lori & their eyes engaged in the mirror once again. "Speaking of which, I'll just fluff up your breasts a bit."
Lori froze. "Fluff up my breasts?"
Aggie was beginning to feel the heretofore unnoticed noose. "Yeah, just push them up a little, get a little extra cleavage."
"Extra cleavage?" Lori's voice had a slightly metallic tinge.
Aggie began to feel it tighten, the rope. She was hoping the trapdoor would open soon.
"A little icing on the cake for the achingly lean and mean Commander?" Take me now, lord, pull the fucking rope.
"So we are into lean and mean now?" She looked at her breasts. "They're starting to sag, right? I need to lose weight to be lean and mean? Crap, I should blow Wally O'Brien and Jack Redstone and get them to slow the rotation of the Hub."
Aggie crossed safely back behind the line of least resistance, resentment. "Good idea, slow the Wheel, save your boobs and your ass."
"My ass!" Lori spun around quickly, checking out what suddenly seemed to be great mounds of flab just below her waist. "Crap!"
Aggie shook her head slowly, no smile to be seen. "Your ass is a multipurpose platform, crap all you want, be my guest."
"What *is* your problem, Brooks?"
"You're the most beautiful woman in space." She looked at Lori's reflected image again. "That's my problem. I love you, I stepped on your hypersensitivity flippers and I'm sorry."
"Space is huge though ..." Lori was almost back to smiling.
"Rails?"
"I should shut up?"
"Soon."
Lori slipped her hands up under her breasts. "So ... like this?"
Aggie felt a bit faint. "Uhm ... yah ... that's good."
Lori got it together. "I'm taking that file folder."
"For what?"
"For looking efficient and having an excuse to bend over if needed."
Aggie grinned. "Guys at your High School .."
Lori beamed. "No chance whatsoever." She turned and kissed Aggie very deeply, eating lips, tongue at work. "You're the love of my life, Agz."
Aggie smiled. "Go get the suits."