Deen pressed her lips together, denying my tongue entry. She tried to turn away, but I kept her head facing me. She could resist more but didn’t try. Whether that was because she was scared of making noise or maybe part of her wanted something to happen, I didn’t know. Taking advantage of Deen’s indecisiveness, I dug the heels of my palm into her cheeks and parted her teeth. I managed to insert my tongue into her mouth.

  She immediately changed tact, sucking my tongue greedily as she hugged me. It was like we were in the privacy of my room. My turn to get worried she’d do something stupid to expose us. She even started to moan. Such a simple-minded creature, my best friend was, when I pushed the right buttons.

  Familiar sounds of makeup kits opening filtered in from the outside. If I could hear that, they could hear us. They might assume someone was taking a very intense dump here or they could think frisky business was taking place. But they seemed to be preoccupied with chatting to notice any sounds.

  “I don’t know why Neil thought a date at a museum is a good idea,” said Lady One. That explained why they wanted to retouch their makeup. “Such a lame place, and I can’t stand his explanation about this or that stupid extinct animal.”

  “Tell me about it,” replied Lady Two, who I’d now call Bitch Two. “Boring central is what it is.”

  They were bitches because they didn’t like animals. And they should be more appreciative of guys wanting a museum date. I had someone take me to the museum before.

  While listening to those two, I continued to wrap my tongue around Deen’s tongue. The familiar taste of her saliva made my heart beat faster. I was getting turned on, no getting around that. Deen was too. She grabbed my butt and made my body grind against her. The sewn design of my bra rubbed against the print of her shirt and made audible noises.

  That made Deen freeze like a deer in the headlights. I must be imagining it, but it felt like her heart paused beating for a few seconds. The Bitches outside must’ve heard the noise.

  “This is Vegas, for fuck’s sake,” said Bitch One. “Why couldn’t Neil take me literally anywhere else other than a museum? Even just the most generic café—”

  “Shush, Katie,” said Bitch Two. “There’s someone here with us.”

  Deen broke away from our kiss and stared at me pale-faced. Her arms holding me trembled. Was she having a panic attack? Her reputation was a bigger deal to her than I thought. But any trouble was just her imagination. The bitches outside wouldn’t snoop in our cubicle.

  Relax, I mouthed to Deen as I rubbed her sides. She was shivering in fear. This was the first time I’d seen her this afraid despite having faced monsters in the 2Ms’ underground arena. Don’t be scared, I next mouthed. She should’ve understood what I was telling her but wasn’t breaking out of her frozen state.

  “Don’t badmouth our dates,” continued Bitch Two, changing her earlier stance after knowing people might judge them for being bitches. “Yeah, a museum is lame but they mean well.”

  “I guess so…” Bitch One replied, followed by some hushed words.

  I felt Deen’s heart beat so hard it could’ve burst through her boobs. Deen must be thinking the women outside were gossiping about us, or just her. And they were, no doubt. But they wouldn’t guess there were two of us or suspect what was going on inside this cubicle. I felt a bit guilty for what I was going to do next, maybe some pity too—such bizarre feelings—but I had to do this. I had to mess with Deen.

  As I rubbed Deen’s sides, I slowly lowered my hands and snaked them into the bottom of her shirt. That shattered her paralysis. She pinched my back almost to the point of removing my flesh. Still, I continued to raise her shirt until I exposed her bra. Her pinch turned into a full-on grab of my back; her nails were starting to pierce my skin.

  “Just relax…” I told her. I wanted to smack her for scratching me, but bullying her was so much better. “Nothing’s bad going to happen.”

  Deen looked like she was about to cry. This was the most pathetic I had seen her, and it just excited me to continue. She wordlessly pleaded with me to stop. I didn’t. She couldn’t throw me off of her and risk causing a riot. Soon her bra-covered breasts jutted out at me.

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  “Hey, Katie,” said Bitch Two. “I got an idea. Let’s spend like ten more minutes in this dump of a museum, then you say you want to try a restaurant here or something. Like an easy exit for us.”

  “What restaurant?” her friend asked.

  “Dunno. Let me search on my phone.”

  I could tell from Deen’s face that she was praying the two bitches would search for a restaurant outside of the restroom. But they probably didn’t want their dates to know they were planning to change the itinerary. I, on the other hand, was thankful for the time to bully Deen more.

  I freed Deen’s right breast from her blue bra. It jiggled as I pulled down the cup. Deen had a horrified expression as I flicked my tongue over her hard as a bullet nipple. Her milky skin flushed pink. Then I wrapped my lips over her puffy nipple and sucked on it.

  Quakes wracked her body. The toilet seat slightly creaked. Her trembles weren’t from fear, this time. She probably came just a tiny bit. Weakly, Deen tried to move my head away.

  I sucked even harder and combined it with tongue-flicking. She gave up and tried to keep down her moans.

  Outside, the two were discussing which restaurant to go to. In the end, they decided they didn’t want to eat anything because it’d ruin their diet and settled with just enduring the museum date. The sounds of makeup getting packed followed.

  I wasn’t done messing with Deen yet and they were leaving? Desperate times called for desperate measures.

  As much as I didn’t want to look up at Deen while sucking her boob because it felt like I was a baby, I had to get her confirmation on this one. I didn’t want to get choked in my sleep as revenge. I gazed up at Deen and met her eye. She fervently shook her head—her Guardian Angel must’ve warned her I was up to no good.

  I stared at her without blinking. I’m doing this.

  “Please, no,” she squeaked.

  Bitches One and Two were done with their rituals and walked past our cubicle. Perfect timing. I opened my mouth wide. Deen held my head and tried to stop me, realizing what I was about to do. I pulled her towards me. My teeth chomped on her marshmallow of a breast.

  She trembled again as she tried hard not to cry out. Though she didn’t let a sound out of her mouth, she wildly shook her legs.

  “Freaky…” I heard Bitch One say.

  “Must be taking the shit of a lifetime,” her friend chimed in. “Let’s get out of here.”

  The restroom door swung shut. Everything was silent again except for Deen squirming under me. I released her breast from my mouth with a pop. I didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood but my teeth left a mark.

  “They’re gone…” Deen super exhaled as if to expel all the contents of her lungs. “I thought that we were going to get found out.”

  “That wasn’t going to happen, you over-panicky weirdo.” I gently hit her forehead with my knuckle. I could finally let my legs fall.

  “Yo-you idiot,” Deen breathlessly said.

  “Calling me an idiot now? I can’t recall the last time you did that. You must be really angry, huh?”

  “Why did you do that?” She tried to muster a furious face, but she couldn’t get rid of the fear she wore. “If something had happened—”

  “Nothing would’ve happened, and you knew that.” I gave her a quick kiss. “I was messing with you because you look so cute when you’re scared.” That made me pause. Why did I tell her the truth? I should just follow that up. “I-I mean… I couldn’t resist it… Is this the same way you feel when you’re protective of me?”

  “What do you mean?” Deen tilted her head. “Like I want to mess with you if you look vulnerable… yeah.” She sheepishly smiled. “I still hate you for doing that to me. I’ll have my revenge later.”

  “Oooh… I’m so scared.” I stuck a tongue out at her. I started to fix her bra. “Let’s fix you up and—” I stopped, noticing something odd. “The bite marks on your breast… They’re still there.”

  “Wha-what?” She bowed her head. I cupped her heavy breast and pushed it up. “It’s not healing? Did you use your Adumbrae powers?”

  “That’s a regular super-powered bite on super-powered flesh. Besides that, it’s just a bite. I’ve hurt you a few times before—okay, that makes me look bad. What I mean to say is that you’ve always healed. Not like my bite has Adumbrae rabies or something.”

  “Shush, don’t say that word!”

  “It’s just the two of us here,” I said, rolling my eyes. “Anyway, back to the mystery here…” I ran my fingers over the bite marks. The indentations into her skin were red surrounded by slightly pink inflammation. “Does it hurt?”

  Deen nodded. “It stings a bit.”

  “Just a theory here. I think this is like when we cut our hair or nails and it doesn’t grow back, compared to when, like, I was on burned and my hair did grow back.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I’m saying that you like to have this bitemark on you.”