Bi Week
Sienna Walstead sighed. It was only for a week, she told herself as she looked up at the imposing structure in front of her. It was only for a week.
She tightened her grip on her bag and she started up the walkway. She hadn’t thought she’d had a lot before but after the fire had destroyed the apartment complex where she’d lived, that bag represented every single thing she now owned and that bag felt very, very light in her hand.
In the wake of the fire, various community organizations had stepped forward to take in the displaced persons. She should consider herself lucky, Sienna told herself. The fire hadn’t claimed any lives but the news reports said there were still three people in the hospital. At least she wasn’t one of those.
And then there was the stranger. Late thirties maybe, or maybe early forties, but well put together. Stylish, and dressed like a businesswoman. She’d approached Sienna while Sienna was still in the shelter. She had an offer for her, the stranger had said, and if Sienna was willing to take it she’d be paid well for what she did.
“Was it dangerous?” Sienna had asked.
No, it wasn’t dangerous.
“Was it illegal?”
No, it wasn’t illegal.
Then why her, Sienna wanted to know.
Because not just anyone could do the job. Because it would take someone smart. It would take some cunning.
“Maybe,” Sienna had told the stranger, “but you don’t even know me.”
The stranger had smiled but it wasn’t really a smile. It wasn’t the kind of smile where the stranger showed her teeth. It was just a smile. “Oh, I think we know you well enough,” she’d told Sienna.
What was that supposed to mean?
“Just take the job. We’ll make it worth your while.”
She certainly could use the money, Sienna thought, but there was something about the woman, something Sienna didn’t trust. She shook her head. “I’m afraid I’ll have to turn it down.”
“Pity,” the stranger had said. “It would have been nice if you could have helped us.”
“Helped you to do what?”
The stranger shook her head. “To know that, you’d have had to say yes.” She gave Sienna a card. The name said “Mary” and gave a phone number but if there was one thing Sienna was certain of, it was that the woman in front of her was not named Mary. “If you change your mind, the woman had said, you can reach me there.”
Sienna nodded, but she knew she wouldn’t be calling.
Still, that left her without a home. Her on again, off again boyfriend was more off than on, so Sienna was going to have to find a place to stay.
So Sienna knocked on the door.
Nothing happened and she was beginning to wonder if maybe she should knock again when the door finally opened to reveal a positively perky, young woman.
Young woman, Sienna thought. Ha. The blond girl was only a couple of years younger than her. “Can I help you?” the young woman asked.
“I’m Sienna Walstead,” Sienna said.
“Ms. Walstead,” the girl said. “We’ve been expecting you. Won’t you come in?”
Why did that sound so ominous, Sienna wondered and yet what choice did she have? She followed the girl inside the sorority and into a large room.
There were eight women in the room. Some of them had apparently been watching television when Sienna and her escort arrived.
“I’m Lindsay George,” said Sienna’s escort, “and I’m a vice president here in the sorority. Our president is Gail Peterson. She wanted to be here when you arrived but she’s in class right now.”
Sienna nodded.
“We’re really casual here but this is a sorority. Girls come and go but at the end of the day, this is a place where women live. You can do almost anything you want around here except for one thing. No boys. You understand that. I believe it was spelled out to you before you were offered a place to stay here.”
Sienna nodded.
“And I believe you said you could live by that one rule.”
Again, Sienna nodded. “I can live with it.”
“All right then. Welcome to Sigma House.”
Sienna nodded. She couldn’t believe she was really here. Sigma House. It had a bit of a reputation. It was said that the girls here were all lesbians. It was said that they didn’t take a girl who wasn’t into girls. It was said that their initiation ceremonies were lesbian orgies.
And yet here she was, but it was only for a week, wasn’t it? She could handle that.
The other girls came up and gathered round her and then one of the other girls pulled her away from the others. “I’m Bella Johnston,” the earnest looking brunette said. “I’ll show you to your room.”
“All right.” Sienna let the girl lead her to the second floor. “What year are you in school?” Sienna asked.
“I’m a Junior.”
“A Junior?”
Bella laughed. “I look younger, don’t I?”
Sienna nodded.
“It’s either a curse or a blessing,” the girl said with a laugh. “I think I’ll be carded at bars long after I’ve turned 21, but sometimes I wonder if people will take me seriously because of how young I look.”
Sienna nodded. She could see that.
“This is your room,” Bella said.
Sienna couldn’t help but notice that there were two beds in the room. “Is someone else sleeping here?”
Bella shook her head. “Nope. We cleared it out just for you. It’s all yours.”
“I hope I didn’t put anyone out of place,” she said.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Here at Sigma House, we’re used to pulling together if need be, so the room’s all yours for as long as you need it.”
For as long as she needed it, Sienna thought. It wasn’t that she didn’t like these girls. Bella, in particular, had been nice, but Sienna hoped she wouldn’t be here that long.
“How’s she doing?”
“How’s who doing?”
“Don’t play dumb with me. You know who I’m talking about.”
“See for yourself,” the one woman said with a flick of her hand towards a closed circuit television monitor. “She’s asleep right now.”
The second woman looked at the screen. “I think we should turn up the heat on her.”
“I agree.”
“You’ll see to it then.”
“Actually, it’s already underway.”
The second woman smiled. “I’m glad to see we’re both on the same page.”
It was a thud that woke Sienna up. It wasn’t even a loud noise but there was something about it that roused her from her sleep.
Sienna listened in the darkness, waiting to see if the sound would return.
It didn’t, but there was the sound of something else. It was a grating sound that Sienna belatedly identified as the sound of a window being opened.
Her hand reached for the lamp and suddenly she found herself staring at a frozen pony-tailed brunette.
“Who are you?” she demanded in a harsh whisper.
“Zoie Carmichael,” the girl said. “You’re not going to tell, are you?”
“Tell what?”
“That I was out after curfew. You’re not going to tell, are you?”
Sienna was finally starting to get it. “What were you doing?” she asked.
“I was out with my boyfriend,” the girl whispered. “You’re not going to tell, are you?”
“You mean you guys actually have boyfriends?”
Zoie laughed. “Sure we do. You can’t believe everything you hear, you know.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Of course, it’s not like we have boyfriends all the time.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Well, you are kind of cute.”
“Are you coming on to me?”
Zoie grinned. “Well like I said. You are kind of cute. So what about it? You want someone to help tuck you into bed?”
“No.”
“You sure, ‘cause I know I could make you all nice and comfy.”
“No.”
“Oh, I get it. You’re shy.”
“I’m not shy. Now get out.”
If Zoie was offended, she didn’t seem to show it. She just shrugged her shoulders and headed for the door. “Let me know if you change your mind then.”
Back in the other room, the girl watching the closed circuit television nodded to herself and she made a notation in her book. That was interesting, she told herself, and with that, she returned her attention to the homework on which she’d been working.
“How is it?”
“How’s what?”
“How’s your stay at Lesbo House.”
Sienna scowled at her boyfriend. “Don’t call it that.”
“Don’t call it what?”
“Don’t call it Lesbo House. It’s Sigma House.”
Dirk grinned. “My, my, my. It looks like someone’s kind of touchy. I got to wonder why. Are some of the girls coming on to you?”
“No.”
“Maybe that’s the problem then.”
“What is?”
“None of the girls came on to you and you’re wondering why.”
“Dirk! Come on. How can you say that?”
The man just laughed. “I was just having fun with you, that’s all. You know that. I know you’d never go after a girl or let a girl come after you. It was just fun, you know.”
“Yeah well, it had better be,” Sienna grumped.
“Come on. Why don’t you come over here and you can show me what you like best about a man.”
Things had changed at the sorority house.
It almost seemed as if the day before, everyone had been on their best behavior, but now that Sienna was here, it seemed as if she’d already become a part of the house and because of that, the girls seemed ready to let their guard down.
In the common room for instance, while some of the girls seemed to be the same as they had been the day before, there were a couple of girls who were necking in the corner, and there was another girl who’d stripped down to her bra and panties and seemed to think nothing of it, and while a couple of girls seemed to at least be paying some attention to the show on the television, they seemed to be paying almost as much attention to one another.
Disgusting, Sienna thought. Really disgusting.
“How’s it going at Lesbo House?”
Sienna couldn’t help but bristle at her boyfriend’s words and she wasn’t even sure why. “I told you not to call it that.”
“Why? It’s not like you’re actually a part of the sorority.”
“Yeah, but I’m living there and what you say ... it’s like you’re saying that’s what I am.”
Her boyfriend stroked Sienna’s hair. “Oh my,” he said in mock shock, “my, we’re so sensitive now. That’s not like you, my dear.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s the matter. Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on by all those lesbos.”
“No.”
“Oh my God. You are.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yeah? Then prove it.”
“You want proof. I’ll give you proof,” and with that, Sienna let her hand slide down over the front of her boyfriend’s pants.
“Hmm,” the man said. “I think maybe I see what you mean, but I’m going to have to get a closer look at this proof of yours.”
“You want a closer look, I’ll give you a closer look.”
“Good morning, Ms. Walstead.”
Sienna looked up to find the stylish looking stranger who’d approached her earlier. “What do you want?” she asked.
“We had a deal.”
“Did we?”
“You called us. Remember.”
She did remember. It wasn’t something she was proud of and she definitely didn’t want to be reminded of it but she had called the woman back.
“Do you have anything to report?”
“Anything to report? No. I’ve got nothing to report.”
“We appreciate your help,” the woman told her, “but we are not patient. We want results. We want to know what is going on inside that house.”
“I know.”
“I know that you know, but I just wanted to remind you that we do have a deal.”
“I know that.”
“And you don’t get what you want until we get what we want.”
“I know that, too.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure you did and I wanted to make sure you knew that we are not patient. We want results and we want them soon.”
“You’ll get them.”
“We better.”
“She should be feeling it really good now.”
“You think so,” asked the other girl.
“I know so. Just look at her. Her panties have to be so wet now.”
“I don’t know,” said the other.
“I do. Just look at her.”
“Well if you think she’s that ready, you should do something about it.”
The girl looked up from the textbook in which she’d been studying. “I’m already working on it. Take a look.”
“Whatcha doin?”
“Reading,” Sienna replied.
“Why what?”
“Why are you reading? You’re not in school like the rest of us. You don’t have to read.”
It was a good question, Sienna realized. It wasn’t like she didn’t read. It was just that she didn’t do it that often, so why was she doing it now?
“Why are you reading?” Bella asked again. “Wouldn’t you like to have some fun?”
“I am having fun.”
“No, you’re not. You’re reading. You know what I like to do for fun?”
“What?”
“I like to play with myself.”
“What?”
“I like to play with myself. You want to see me do it?”
She should have turned away, Sienna told herself. She should have been disgusted. Maybe she even should have told the girl so but she wasn’t disgusted and she didn’t tell the girl no. “All right,” she said.
“Oh goody,” the girl said as she stripped off her shorts and her panties and then flopped down on the couch facing Sienna. “I love it when I have an audience.”
Sienna couldn’t help but wonder just how often it was that the girl had an audience.
“The first thing I like to do is to play with my pussy,” and as if to add impact to her words, the girl let her fingers slide between her legs.
“I like to tease myself,” the girl said. “I don’t want to let myself cum too fast. I like to make myself wait because when it finally comes, I’m so fucking ready. Do you like to make yourself wait?”
“Huh?”
“Do you like to make yourself wait?”
“I ... I guess. Why?”
“I like to make myself wait because when I finally get it, it feels even better.”
Sienna couldn’t believe this was actually happening.
“You know why else I like to wait?”
Sienna shook her head.
“I like to rub my little clitty and then I’ll back myself off and then I’ll rub it again but the more I do that, the more sensitive I become. It almost gets like all I have to do is touch it to make me cum, and then you know what I do?”
Sienna shook her head.
“I touch it, of course. I touch it so good and it feels so good when I make myself cum.”
Sienna was watching the girl do exactly what she said she did and the longer she watched, the hotter she got. She couldn’t believe how hot this was making her.
“You know what else I like?”
Again, Sienna shook her head.
“I like it when I can make other girls cum just by making myself cum.”
Sienna couldn’t help but moan.
“Are you going to cum?” the girl asked.
No, Sienna wanted to say, but this was making her so hot. No. This couldn’t be happening to her.
“Does it make you hot to watch me play with my pussy?”
Sienna said nothing.
“I know it does.”
“Oh geez.”
“I know it does. I want to see it happen.”
Sienna hardly even realized she was doing it but she was grinding her hips as she watched the other woman play with her clitty.
“I want to see it happen,” the girl panted. “I want to see you cum.”
“Oh yeah,” Sienna moaned.
“Look at me. I’m rubbing my pussy harder. I’m rubbing it faster.”
“Oh yeah.”
“I’m going to cum,” the girl said. “I’m going to cum and you’re going to cum when I do, aren’t you.”
“Oh yeah.”
“You’re going to cum when I do.”
“Yeah.”
“Oh geez. I’m going to cum.”
Sienna could feel it. She was right there with the girl. She hadn’t even touched her pussy and yet she knew she was going to cum.
“I’m going to cum,” the other girl half-moaned and half-screamed. “Oh geez. I’m going to cum.”
That was exactly what Sienna was telling herself. She knew she was going to cum.
“Oh geez. I’m cumming,” the girl cried out.
“Oh fuck,” Sienna moaned and there wasn’t any doubt about it. Sienna was cumming, too.
“We’re having a pool party.”
That’s what one of the girls had told her. Sienna wasn’t even sure what the girl’s name was. Britney, she thought. Hell, it would make sense if Little Miss Perky had a name like that.
“Are you going to come?” the girl had asked.
“I don’t think so.”
“Oh come on. It’s not going to be any fun if we don’t have everyone there.”
“I don’t think so,” Sienna said again.
“There will be guys there.”
“Really?!”
“Oh yeah, sure. Come on. We want you to come. It won’t be any fun if you’re not there.”
“You’re sure there are going to be guys there?”
“Yeah sure.”
Well maybe, Sienna thought. It would serve Dirk right if she picked up some guy. Yeah, maybe. “I’ll think about it,” she told the girl.
“What do you need to think about? It’s a pool party. All you got to do is come.”
“Okay,” Sienna said.
“Okay what?”
Sienna couldn’t help but laugh. The girl sure could be persistent when she wanted to be. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll come.”
Sienna was wearing a bikini. Remarkably, after all the things she’d lost in the fire, this had survived. She’d always thought the bikini to be quite revealing but compared to what she saw by the pool, her bikini hardly looked all that revealing.
There were girls as far as the eye could see. Many of them were from the sorority but some of them weren’t but as far as she could tell, there wasn’t a boy anywhere around.
No, um, no it looked worse than that. In fact, Sienna thought about going back into the house but it seemed as if she just couldn’t.
No, what made it bad, unpalatable really, was that while this definitely was a pool party, it had all the makings of an orgy as well. Some of the girls were wearing bikinis like her. That wasn’t so bad. Some of the girls weren’t wearing their tops. That wasn’t so good, and some of the girls weren’t even wearing their bottoms. That was even worse.
Sienna caught sight of someone making her way through the crowd. “Hey,” she called out. “Hey, Britney.”
The girl swerved and she sidled up to the other woman. “Something wrong?”
“I thought you said there were going to be guys here,” Sienna said.
“What do you mean? There are guys here.”
“Where? I don’t see any.”
“The two guys tending bar, those guys are guys, and the guy doing the DJ-ing, he’s a guy so that’s three.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
“Listen. I’d like to talk about this more, but I’ve got some things I need to take care of right now. Could we talk about this later?”
Sienna couldn’t help but sigh. “Sure, fine,” she told the girl. “We’ll talk about it later,” and yet, even as she was saying it, she knew that talking about it later would be way too late.
Sienna watched the girl race away. Okay, so there were guys here. Maybe it really was her fault for not being more specific in what she wanted.
“Would you like some lotion?”
Sienna turned to find a young Black woman standing there in front of her. The woman was carrying a tray and on the tray was a bottle but what most caught Sienna’s attention was that this woman had some of the biggest tits that she’d ever seen.
“What?” she asked.
“I was asking if you’d like some lotion.”
\“Oh, um, okay, I guess.”
The woman took the bottle from the tray and then she set the tray on a chair. “Turn around,” she said.
“Um, why?”
“So I can help you apply it,” the Black girl said in a tone that seemed to imply that that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Oh. Okay.” Sienna turned around and she waited for the other woman to apply the lotion.
She could hear the squirt of the lotion as the woman squeezed the lotion from the bottle and she could hear the squish of the lotion as the other woman rubbed it together on her hands, but then that was when she felt her top being untied.
“Hey, wait a minute.”
“I have to be thorough,” the other woman said and in that moment, Sienna felt her top being swept aside and she felt the other woman’s hands on her back.
It did feel good. Sienna couldn’t help but admit that. The other woman’s hands weren’t just applying the lotion but they were massaging it into her back.
Hey, wait a minute. The other woman’s hands weren’t just massaging her back. They were reaching around and they were fondling her tits. “Wh-what are you doing?” Sienna moaned.
“What does it look like I’m doing,” the other woman purred. “I’m applying the lotion.”
Sienna couldn’t help but moan as those hands continued to knead her breasts. Oh geez, she told herself. Oh geez. She wasn’t just applying lotion. She was ... oh geez, what was she doing?
The girl’s hands were still in front of her Sienna realized. One hand was still on her breasts while the other one had slipped between her legs, but there was still something wet and oily pressing against her back.
Oh my God, Sienna realized. It wasn’t the girl’s hands that was applying the lotion to her back. It was the girl’s tits and now that she knew what it was, now it was so obvious what she was feeling.
She should stop this, Sienna told herself. Now that she knew what it was, she should stop this, only ... only she couldn’t. She could feel the hand pushed down in her bikini bottoms. She could feel the fingers, wet and oily, pressing against her pussy, and most of all, she could feel her body moving in time with what was being done to her.
It was the hand between her legs that had all her attention. Those fingers kept stroking her pussy, kept stroking her and teasing her, making her hotter and wetter with every stroke they made.
It was only after it had happened that Sienna realized what had been done to her. Somewhere along the way, her bikini bottoms had been removed and she’d hardly even noticed.
There were others watching her. Sienna knew that but somehow, the fact that she was being watched just didn’t seem to matter anymore.
The fingers were being pulled from between her legs. “Come on,” her new friend said.
She might have asked where they were going if that thought had even occurred to her but the fact was it hadn’t occurred to her. She just let herself be led forward and she realized somewhere around her, others were doing the same.
But that wasn’t important right now. What was important was that she was being pushed down into a chair. What was important was that her newest friend was there. She could look down over her body and she could see the other girl between her legs as she looked up at her and then she wasn’t looking up at her. Her tongue was sliding between her thighs, and ...
And oh yeah. That was it. Sienna’s eyes closed and she just moaned as she felt that tongue do its work. Oh yeah, that was good.
“She did very well at the pool party.”
“Yes, she did.”
“I knew she would.”
“I know that. You told me she was ready.”
“And I was right.”
“Yes, I know.”
“I want to hear you say it. I was right.”
“You were right,” the other one said. “There. Are you satisfied?”
“Yes.”
“What’s our next step?”
The first person looked into one of the surveillance monitors. “It’s already under way even as we speak.”
It was the sound of a window being opened that got Sienna’s attention. Moonlight shone through the window leaving the outline of a figure framed over its sill.
Sienna’s first thought was to scream but she’d wait just a moment longer. Let whoever it was get out of the window before alerting the house to the intruder’s presence.
It was only then that she realized the intruder was a woman. She wasn’t sure how she knew it. Sure, there was moonlight, but her clothes didn’t give anything away and neither did her hair and yet Sienna was sure the intruder was a woman.
Sienna let the intruder climb down off the sill and then she flipped on the light.
“Zoey Carmichael. Out seeing your boyfriend again, are we?”
The girl blinked in the suddenly well lit room. “You’re not going to tell, are you?”
“I don’t know. I suppose that’s all up to you.”
“Up to me?”
“Did you know I got my pussy licked today?”
Zoey nodded. “I was there.”
“You were, were you? How come you didn’t take a turn?”
Zoey shrugged. “I don’t know. I just didn’t see a place where I could jump in.”
Well, Sienna thought, there was something to that. Cheryl, the Block girl with the big tits, she’d only been the first of many girls to stick their tongues between her legs. It seemed as if any time she wanted to get up, there was always someone there to keep her down again. She’d cum so many times that day. By all rights, she should have been fast asleep, but she wasn’t. “You should have jumped in,” Sienna said.
“Maybe next time.”
Sienna shook her head. “I don’t think that’s going to do.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You know what they didn’t let me do today?”
Zoey shook her head.
“All those tongues on my pussy and never once did I get to return the favor. I’m so hot. I need to lick someone’s pussy. I need to know what it feels like.”
Zoey Carmichael squirmed in front of the other woman. “So?”
“So here I am feeling all hot and horny and here you are, with a pussy that’s just ready to be eaten.”
“You got me all wrong.”
“Do I? Perhaps I should just scream for help. After all, this is my room.”
“No. Don’t do that.”
“Then I think we have an understanding.”
“What do you want?”
“For starters, how about you take your clothes off.”
“But—”
“I can still scream, you know.”
“No. Don’t do that.”
“Then take off your clothes.”
“Come on. You don’t want me to do that.”
“Yes, I do. Now take them off or I’ll scream.”
The girl stood there looking at Sienna as if trying to gauge if the woman was really serious in what she meant. In the end, she decided she was so Zoey took her jacket off.
“We don’t have all day,” Sienna said, “or even all night.”
“You can’t really be serious.”
“I am serious. Now take off that top.”
“But I thought you didn’t like girls,” Zoey said even as she pulled her top over her head.
She’d thought so too, Sienna realized, but now the thought of sliding her tongue between the other girl’s thighs was just so hot. “You let me worry about what I like,” Sienna said. “Right now, you’ve got a bra to get out of.”
Zoey undid her bra and she dropped it on the floor. “We can still stop,” she tried one last time.
“Do I look like I want to stop? Now the jeans. Get out of them.”
Zoey wasn’t stopping. Not anymore. She kicked off her shoes and then she popped open the buttons on her jeans and she wriggled her hips as she pushed those jeans down.
Sienna couldn’t believe just how hot this was making her. “Now the panties,” she said.
Zoey didn’t anything. She just took her panties down.
Sienna had only worn an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties to bed that night but now, she wasn’t wearing even those. “Come here,” she said.
For a moment, it looked as if the girl was going to resist her but then Zoey just shrugged and she approached the bed.
Sienna couldn’t help but moan as the other girl snuggled up next to her. She’d never felt another girl’s tits before. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. There were times when she and Sally Jennings had been growing up, but that was more about learning. This was different.
She kissed Zoey and she couldn’t help but revel in the feel as Zoey kissed her back. Her lips just felt so nice and soft and not at all like anything a guy had ever done for her.
Zoey was watching her. Sienna knew that, but somehow, that just made it hotter. She wanted the other girl to watch her. She wanted to show the other girl what she could do.
She let her mouth slide down and then she was kissing the other girl’s breasts. Oh my God, she thought. Oh my God. She couldn’t believe she was doing this but more than that, she couldn’t believe just how much this was turning her on.
Zoey’s breasts weren’t real big. Certainly, they weren’t like Cheryl’s by the pool, but one thing was immediately obvious. Zoey’s nipples were incredibly sensitive. Every time Sienna’s tongue touched the other girl’s nipples, she’d elicit yet another moan from the girl and because of that, Sienna’s tongue kept coming back to those nipples over and over again.
She was back again, kissing Zoey’s lips even as Zoey kissed her back. “I want to lick your pussy,” Sienna said.
She wasn’t waiting for permission. Already, Sienna was sliding back down over the other woman’s body. Once more, her kisses elicited fresh moans from Zoey as she passed over her nipples and then she was sliding lower still.
“Oh my God, yes,” the girl as Sienna’s tongue slipped between her legs.
Sienna couldn’t help but smile to herself. Ever since this had been done to her out by the pool, she’d been dying to do it herself. She’d even begged the others to let her do it but they’d refused and instead it seemed, they’d just licked her harder.
But no one was refusing now and Zoey was just such a willing and enthusiastic partner that Sienna knew it had all been worth the wait.
“Oh fuck,” the girl moaned as her fingers played with her tits. “Oh fuck yeah. Lick me there. Come on. Lick me there.”
She was moaning like crazy now, her body thrashing back and forth on the bed, and there was little doubt what was going to happen next.
“Lick me,” she begged. “Lick my little fucking pussy.”
Sienna’s tongue savaged the girl’s clit and Zoey’s eyes suddenly went wide.
“Oh my God, yes,” the girl screamed. “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God. Lick my pussy. Lick my pussy. Oh my God. Lick it like that. Oh my God.”
“How’s she doing?”
“I told you,” said the girl in the surveillance room. “It wasn’t going to be a problem.”
“I know what you told me, but that’s not what I asked you. How’s it going?”
“Let’s just say I think Zoey’s going to be staying in now a whole lot more than she had been before.”
“She’s found a new friend then.”
“She has indeed.”
Sienna was walking towards her job when the woman approached her. “Your week’s up,” the woman said.
“Yeah, so.”
“So we want to know what you know.”
“About what?”
“Don’t play dumb with us. We want to know what you know about that house.”
“About Sigma House.”
“That’s right. About Sigma House.”
“You wanted me to be your spy.”
“Of course. We’ve got a new place for you to stay all lined up for you. All you have to do is tell us what you know.”
“I refuse.”
“That’s the way you want it then.”
“That’s the way I want it.”
“Fine. You can forget about any temporary housing then, from us or anyone else. As far as we’re concerned, you can rot your ass away in your stupid Sigma House.”
Sienna couldn’t help but grin as she watched the other woman stomp away. She certainly wasn’t rotting her ass or any other part of her away inside that house but one thing was definitely certain. It looked like her bi week would be going a little longer than expected.