Continue of A Little Rogue Goes a Long Way.
Kitty glanced through the fashion magazine that Jean had given her as she headed toward her room. As she rounded the corner, she noticed Tiffany coming toward her. The younger girl looked a lot different with her new blonde hair. The blue streaks made her look even less like a killing machine. Kiss our ass, Hydra! Kitty thought.
“Hi, Kitty,” Tiffany said. The greeting would have been a remarkable occurence even a few days ago.
Kitty returned it, complimenting her on the hair again, and continued on down the hall. Then she got a “what’s wrong with this picture” type of feeling, and looked back as Tiffany rounded the corner. The brief side view heightened her sense of not-quite-right and she hurried back the way she had come. “Tiffany, stop!!”
When Tiffany turned around, her worst fears were realized. The girl had a full hardon, clearly visible in the lightweight dress she was wearing. She wasn’t trying to hide it or anything. “Tiffany, what in the hell are you doing?”
“Huh? I was going to make a sandwich.”
“No, no, I mean what are you doing with that in plain sight?” She pointed to clarify what “that” was.
“Oh, that. I was going to ask you about that. I don’t know where it came from. But I was hungry and wanted the sandwich first.”
“Forget the fucking sandwich!” Kitty said. “C’mon, we have to get you out of sight.” She placed the magazine over the offending bulge. “Now hold that there. We’re going to my room, quick.”
Kitty hoped they wouldn’t meet anybody on the way, but of course they ran into Tabitha.
“Hey, guys, have you seen Amara?”
“No, I don’t know where she is,” Kitty said nervously.
“Thanks anyway. I’ll find her. Tiffany, you look great. Now I’m all pissed off that I’m not the only blonde around here.” Read the rest of this entry »
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