[WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE THING'S THAT ARE NOT FOR KIDS]
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CARTS, KISSES AND A BIG MESS
The dinner was a disaster. Sofia was passed out near the seafood and Fay was slumped over the tequila. Kei looked at them and sighed. She was a CEO, but right now, she was just a tired woman with two crazy drunk woman.
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Kei knew she couldn't call the hotel staff. If people saw this, it would be on the news in minutes. She had to move them herself. She went to the closet and grabbed two big luggage carts.
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Kei pushed the carts side by side. She picked up Sofia first. It was hard work. Sofia's expensive shoes were falling off and her head was wobbling.
"Ahhhh.....my back" kei said,
Then she picked up Fay and put her in the other cart.
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Kei pushed both carts at the same time down the hallway.
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She looked like a bellhop, not a billionaire. Side by side, the two "rivals" rolled toward the rooms. Occasionally, they would mumble at each other in their sleep.
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"biohazards.....hmm..." Sofia whisper.
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"plastic rings.....hmm....."fay mumble.
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"Ha.... biohazard"
"Plastic Rings"
"Bio.....hizeerd..."
"Pwastic wings"
"Bio.....hmm"
"Sing....."
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Kei muttered,
her arms hurting as she steered them through the door.
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Kei put Sofia in the guest room first. She just dropped her on the bed and covered her with a blanket.
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One down.
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Then she took Fay to the big master bed. Kei got a bowl of warm water and a towel. She sat on the bed and started to wipe Fay's face. She wanted to make her feel better.
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Suddenly, Fay's eyes opened. She was very drunk, but she looked at Kei with a seductive, hungry look.
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Before Kei could move, Fay reached up and grabbed the back of Kei's neck.
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Fay pulled Kei down and kissed her hard. It was a messy, beer-flavored kiss. Fay pulled back a little and whispered,
"I'm the original... I'm your wife..."
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Then, Fay's face turned green.
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"Wait, Fay...."
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"EWW!"
Kei shouted. Fay vomited all over the front of Kei's shirt.
"Oh, no! This shirt was new!"
Kei jumped up and pulled the gross shirt off. Fay just groaned and fell back asleep, looking very proud of herself.
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Kei cleaned up the mess and changed into a fresh black shirt. She sat back down to finish cleaning Fay's face. But as soon as the towel touched her, Fay's hand shot out again.
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Fay grabbed the back of Kei's neck and pulled her down for another kiss. This time, there was no vomit. It was a deep, hot and 18+ moment.
"Don't go," Fay whispered.
"Stay here with me."
The last of Kei's resolve crumbled. She climbed onto the mattress, her hands sliding beneath Fay's clothes as the atmosphere turned thick and electric. In the heat of the moment, Fay nipped sharply at Kei's lip.
"Ouch... Fay..." Kei breathed, her voice dropping to a low, husky register.
Fay offered no apology, only a daring stare. Slowly, Kei began to mark Fay's neck with feverish kisses, her hands working to undress her until Fay was left in nothing but delicate black lace. Kei froze, the sight of Fay in the dim light stealing her breath.
"Are you just going to look?" Fay challenged.
Kei swallowed hard. Fay moved closer, guided Kei's hand, and pressed it firmly against her chest. Through the soft fabric of the black bra, Kei could feel the frantic, heavy thrum of Fay's heart. Fay then guided Kei's hand downward, over the curve of her stomach. "It's warm and soft," Kei thought.
"Ha... ha... ha..."
Kei's breath came in ragged hitches.
With a seductive look that brooked no argument, Fay guided Kei's hand further, into the "black cave" of the lace. Kei's thumb found its mark, rolling against her in a slow, torturous rhythm that drew sharp gasps from Fay's throat.
When Kei finally withdrew her hand, Fay didn't let the distance last. She climbed into Kei's lap, straddling her so they were eye-to-eye.
"With this... you can see it clearly," Fay murmured in a low, calming voice.
Kei's gaze fell to the lace once more. (What does this taste like?) she wondered. She leaned forward, her lips brushing the fabric before she began to lick the dark lace with a slow, deliberate stroke.
Slurp.
Slurp.
"Ahhh... Kei..."
The fabric grew damp under Kei's touch. Reaching around, Kei deftly unclipped the fastening at Fay's back. With a soft thwish, the bra fell away, revealing the ivory peaks beneath. Kei didn't hesitate, lowering her head to taste her skin.
"Is it good?"
Fay whispered as they moved together onto the pillows.
"Of all the dishes I've had,"
Kei replied, her voice thick with desire,
"this is my favorite."
Fay's hand traveled down, guiding Kei toward the final horizon.
"So, how about this dish?"
"Wait... let me taste..."
Kei moved down the bed, her kisses trailing over Fay's stomach until she reached the edge of the remaining silk. She stared for a moment, marveling at the sight before her, before she began to lick the fabric wet. Once it was moved aside, she finally saw the truth of her wife.
"Who knew... a hole could be as pinkish as this... it's beautiful," Kei thought.
"Kei, how long are you going to stare?" Fay rasped, her face flushed crimson.
Kei leaned in to finish what they had started. The silence of the room was replaced by the sounds of a long-overdue reunion the gasps, the desperate cries and the frantic rhythm of two souls colliding.
"Ahhh… Ahhhh… wait… slow down…"
"Fay… ha… ha… ha…"
"Am I sexy, Kei?.... ha… ha… ha…"
"Yeah… sexy and beautiful."
The night lasted an eternity, a fever dream of heat and secrets. In the dark, the "Marriage Booth" girls were no longer a memory or a headline, they were real, they were tangled together and they were finally home, breaking the silence of the last fifteen years.