This S.O.B. System

Zora woke up slowly. She had slept like a rock. Either the tears or the alcohol had let something loose in her. She could not remember sleeping so soundly before. In the early May weather the sun shone in from the window behind her. Birds chirped, she took a deep breath and a scent of bubblegum came to her nose. 

 

Looking down a feminine hand was on her chest. Her eyes widening she turned to see Tiffany latched onto her. The pink and blue haired girl had puffy cheeks and smooth skin. Her breasts were a little bigger than Zora’s, but not by much. Studying her, Zora thought she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Her chipper attitude and lack of fear awoke something in Zora she thought was squashed. 

 

Eventually Tiff woke up. She locked eyes with her and smiled. “Hey gorgeous,” Tiffany said, then kissed her on the lips. 

 

Zora was more than a little shocked by the kiss. Her eyes widened in fear. But then when she was about to reciprocate Tiffany pulled back. “Get dressed. We have a big day today.”

 

Zora laid there shocked for a time. It wasn’t till Tiff was dressed and out of the room that she moved. She had to take a shower. A leak had sprung down below. 

 

After she was showered and dressed she went to the kitchen. Tiffany had made breakfast. Pointing at a plate for her she sat. “Hey dad,” Tiffany said in a raspy voice into her phone. “I’m not feeling so hot. I’m not gonna be able to make it.” She paused and spoke back angrily, “no I’m not spending the day with Ash. I’m very upset at him. Good. That’s right. I’ll see you Sunday. Bye.”

 

Zora ate quietly. Uncomfortable, she let her new friend take charge. Tiff dialed a new number. “How long have you known tomorrow was prom? Yeah. Uh Huh. Still no excuse. You are going to school today and you’re getting 3 tickets. And we are all going tomorrow. I don’t care. Wear the suit you bought. No, I don't care if you’re outside the door. Then drop the doughnuts off and walk away. We don’t want to see or hear from you till tomorrow. If you try anymore, Zora and I will go to prom without you. Yes I’m serious. Bye love you.” She said hanging up. Then she walked to the door and magically there was a box of doughnuts on the doormat. 

 

Tiff brought them back and tore into one. “He needs to suffer,” Tiffany announced to the room. Zora smiled as she took her own doughnut. “We need dresses,” Tiff then added.

 

Within the hour they were out the door. Not before Tiffany had pulled a stack of cash out of nowhere. Pulling a band off she passed half the stack to Zora. “I can’t take this,” Zora said, amazed. There was $5,000 in her hand. 

 

“It’s Asher’s money anyway. You know how you made the last money? We do that too now and then.”

 

“Ohhh it is? Is it real?”

 

“My dad says it’s not counterfeit. So don’t worry about using it.”

 

They headed out the door. Tiff took her hand and Zora didn’t fight it. First they went to the mall. They took their time at each store. By the end Zora spent almost the whole stack of money. But Tiff pulled more out. It was a fun day. She did what she wanted. Bought a whole new wardrobe. A dress too. A sparkling silver dress that was tight against her body,

 

Tiff had talked her into it. In the dressing room she was very handsy as Tiff made sure it fit correctly. Zora wondered if this was what it was like to have a sister. 

 

“Time for massages,” Tiffany said when they were done. They put the clothes in the trunk and headed to a 5-star spa. Apparently Tiff knew people because they were let right in. Tiff made sure to tip everyone. They rolled out the red carpet. First manicures and pedicures for each. That turned into a massage. Zora had never felt so relaxed. Pampered and preened for 2 hours straight was an experience she never expected. 

 

When they were done with the massage they were led to a large mud bath. Tiffany disrobed without hesitation like it was the most natural reaction. Zora couldn’t help but eye her smooth skin and natural curves. A part of her wondered if Tiffany’s breasts were larger than earlier. 

 

Tiffany sat down on the opposite side of the pool and closed her eyes. Zora was finally able to disrobe when the other girl stopped staring. Lockers near their door, she stored their items in one. When she turned back she noticed Tiff watching, biting her lip.

 

Zora blushed and walked briskly over to the pool. It was warmer than she thought. The brown mud clung to her as she descended. “Oh no. You’re here,” Tiff said, pointing next to herself. Zora reluctantly nodded and moved to be beside her. Sitting down Zora felt weirded out by the mud. She wasn’t exactly sure if she liked it. 

 

“Have you had a good day?” Tiffany asked. Her eyes closed. 

 

“Very,” Zora said, nodding. They hadn’t talked about Asher once. 

 

They sat there for some time. The mud clung to their skin. Zora was brought out of her relaxed state with a question. “I always wondered. When they made you do porn. Did they make you sleep with any women?”

 

Tiffany already knew all of her other secrets. She didn’t see why this would be a problem to answer. “No.”

 

“Did you ever think about it?” 

 

Zora answered, “no. My community and church was very. That’s evil. No girl or boy should do that stuff.”

 

Tiffany was quiet for a minute. Zora opened her eyes to make sure she was there. Tiffany was a few inches from her face. Her breath hot. Zora yelped, but did not move. She simply stared at the white face that was coated in brown mud from the neck down. 

 

“Do you want to?” Tiffany asked. Then slowly she began to descend her lips to Zora. 

 

Zora had been abused by men for years. It had crossed her mind too many times to count. She didn’t feel safe around men until she met Asher. But in the back of her mind she heard her parents saying that was disgusting. And love was to make babies. As she slowly watched the woman’s large lips part and draw closer she forgot completely about Ash and closed the distance. 

 

Soon they were kissing deeply. First their mouths pressed against one another. She enjoyed the soft feel of the cherry colored lips. They were large and had a softer texture compared to a man’s. Then their tongues met by accident. Just the tips. And it was like electricity as Zora felt the tongue start sliding into her mouth. 

 

It felt like it never stopped sliding in. It actually went in and wrapped around her small tongue like a snake. Zora couldn’t remember the last time she was so wet. It gushed out of her thinking about the tongue inside her. 

 

Sadly Tiffany drew back. Her long tongue had been all the way in Zora’s mouth. Her thighs rubbed together needing something between them. Preferably a face. 

 

Zora opened her eyes to see the long tongue as it was slowly drawn back into the sweet mouth. Tiffany’s dimples dipped in a wide smile. “Would you like to continue?” 

 

Zora didn’t think she was nervous, but she shook as she nodded. She felt so safe with this woman. “I don’t know what to do,” Zora admitted. 

 

“Explore,” Tiffany whispered as her fingers moved to Zora’s nipple. The electricity was back with the touch. Wherever Tiffany touched jolts ran through her body. A moan escaped unbidden. 

 

Zora lost herself then. Her hands roamed all over Tiffany’s body. Hands clasped on breasts she squeezed and groped as they kissed. Tiffany’s tongue was in her mouth. Over her neck. It added to the stimulation Zora didn’t know was possible. Their mud covered bodies pushed up against one another. Her nipples felt jolts of pleasure as she touched Tiffany’s skin. 

 

Then her experienced hand started to go lower. “Relax,” Tiffany whispered as her hand went between Zora’s thighs. Her fingers found the way to Zora’s shaven pussy. More electricity shot through her. Hips convulsed. But she kept back her orgasm. Her parents' disappointment at the front of her mind.  

 

Then Tiffany’s one finger touched her clit and Zora lost the battle. She convulsed violently. Her body acting on instinct squirted under the mud. Something she hadn’t done since Asher. She about blacked out from the pleasure. It had been a long time for Zora. She was a little backed up. Her eyes opening slowly as if she had just woken up she asked, “what about Asher?”

 

“Who cares. I didn’t think I’d want to share him with anyone. But I can see myself sharing him with you. What do you say, Zora? Want to be my girlfriend?” Tiffany asked with a big smile. 

 

Zora didn’t have a chance to answer. Her eyes were drawn to the door opening. First scared that they were caught in such a compromising position, then terrified as she recognized the man. “Aleksi!” She hissed. Her heart clenched in fear. 

 

—

 

Asher didn’t sleep. After Tiffany’s text he tossed and turned. His mother tried to talk to him but he wasn’t in the mood. He just chided himself for his inability to disappoint someone he loved. Ash knew that’s how he felt about both of them. So long with Tiff he recognized the feeling. That need to be with the other one. That desire to see them every day. He felt that way for Zora and Tiffany.  

 

Despite their distance and time away, Zora still awoke that yearning to be with her. His short Slovenian goddess bred just as much passion in him as the last time he saw her. And as the dawn came he still didn’t have an answer with what to do. 

 

Once dressed he stepped outside his room to see his mom at the kitchen table. She was sipping coffee. His dad had always slept too much. He was the laziest guy Asher knew. 

 

“Coffee?” His mom asked. She already had a cup for him and slid it over. He sat and sipped it slowly. “Love is hard,” his mom commented out of the blue. Her eyes focused on her cup; it was like she was talking to herself. “Your dad talks about it in his sermons. But, hell we are still figuring it out. No one really understands it. You can’t touch it. Or test it with science. It just is. As sure as this coffee is good. Love is there. And it’s great,” she said with a smile. He looked to her surprised. Usually his dad gave the advice. The more he thought about it the more he put together that he usually came to her for the important stuff. 

 

“You don’t have any answers for me then?” He asked. 

 

She shrugged, repeating. “Love is hard. But it’s also as hard as you make it. Relax your mind. Think about something else. Keep busy for a few hours. Then when you go back to the question and you don’t have an answer, distract yourself again till you do. The bigger the distraction the better.” They sat in silence for some time. “Cake usually helps too.” With that she headed back to her room. 

 

Looking at the clock he knew he had enough time. He left the house in a rush. So early in the morning he stopped for doughnuts. When he arrived outside of Tiffany’s apartment he waited. He had faced death on multiple occasions. But he still couldn’t face the women he loved.

 

He jumped in fear when the phone rang. Tiffany let him have it over the phone, he barely got a word in. After Tiffany’s tongue lashing he dropped the doughnuts and ran. He still wasn’t ready to see them. 

 

Asher went to school. Lost in a daze, he tried to distract himself. Classes went on. He didn’t react. He just thought and thought and thought. Different scenarios played through his mind, and none were good. He didn’t want to lose either of them. 

 

It wasn’t till lunch that he remembered Tiffany’s order. Cursing, he then started asking people for spare tickets to prom. There were none, but as luck would have it his main friends were the nerds. The tickets had originally cost $100. Suit rental was another $100. So he had to pay $500 a ticket before he secured all 3. 

 

Happy with the accomplishment he pictured the girls in dresses as his heart clenched in fear. Sweat broke out on his forehead. His sword almost appeared in hand at the feeling of dread. It felt as if danger was all around him. 

 

Heart pounding, he looked around. There was nothing. People stared at plates or munched on food while talking to friends. He didn’t know how he was the only one feeling this foreboding. This sense of unease. Then it hit him. The girls, he thought. He ran. As fast as possible he pushed back the guard that was at the exit and bolted.

 

Phone in hand he turned on Tiffany’s tracker. They had agreed to let both have access one day when they started dating. He couldn’t be happier as he saw her icon on the map. But the terror was still there. 

 

He was in his truck speeding through the midday traffic as he raced across town to Tiffany. Once at the 5-star spa he ran in. A woman at the desk, he pulled out his phone showing a picture of Tiffany. “Was this girl here?” He demanded. The woman’s face drained of blood at the picture. This was not a normal innocent reaction. His hand shot out grabbing her collar. “Where are they?” 

 

“I don’t know what-“ she stammered but Asher pulled her over the counter. 

 

“Tell me now!” He raged. She looked scared for a moment. Then a confident smile came to her face like he was nothing to fear. This caused a deep seething rage to seep out of him. He raised his hand to hit her but she flinched. It made him stop. He couldn’t hit a woman, not yet anyway. But he could…he raised his Pheromones to 100. 

 

Pulling her to a wall he pushed her against it. His hands held her arms against the drywall. His feet stepped on hers. At the 60 second mark she began to breathe heavily. Her legs tried to pull together. Her arms tried to fight him. Her breasts pushed up against him and he leaned back so she couldn’t touch him. 

 

At the 2 minute mark he asked nicely in her ear. “Where were they last?”

 

She huffed. “End of the hall on your right.” 

 

He then let her legs go. They began to rub together furiously.  He could smell the juices leaving her. Taking her hand he dragged her to the room. Inside there was a pool filled with mud. Ash didn’t see any signs of a struggle. Lockers lined up the wall. He demanded, “Keys for the lockers and you can have your other hand,” he said. She stopped masturbating to give him the keys. She picked a small key. His pheromones too strong for a normal person, she soon plopped to the ground fingering herself. 

 

Asher began opening lockers. By the 5th he found their stuff. Clothes inside, he soon found their phones and belongings. “Fuck,” he said looking to the woman on the floor. He would have to see how long it would take her to crack. She had cum 2 times already. Did she have any more lust in her? 

 

It took another 5 minutes of denial to break. She really had feared the Russians more than she had him. But by the end she was in tears begging to be let go so she could continue to relieve herself. Anger boiling out of him he walked back to his car. Some security guards had tried to stop him but a bitch slap was enough for both. 

 

He dialed the number from Tiffany’s phone. “Wayne, it's Ash. Tiffany’s been kidnapped. No. I have an address. It’s the same Russians in the videos I gave Amanda. Zora showed up in town. I’m guessing she used her passport and they were notified. No. No. I’m going fucking right now. No waiting. I’ll kill every one of them. This was just a courtesy call.” His rage boiled from him. A plan forming, he pulled out his gear from the ring.

 

Once his Guts’ Gear was on he made sure he was wearing the Bloodless necklace. Then he called who he really needed right now. 

 

“Batman. It’s me, Ash. I need a favor.”

 

It was at this point that the quest showed up.