He rushed it and his beautiful single layer of suit vest, under a jersey and pants were yanked down to tiny pale legs and dangly bits before she had her shirt off and he was out the room, suited up.
Kate gasped as he rushed out the changing rooms. Because, in the moment when the door was open, she was exposed to the outside world. There were people waiting outside, one of them being Tiffany with that same duffel bag. The exposure expanded into infinity as Tiff held the door open and, eventually waltzed in.
The bag unzipped and her work shirt was launched over her head.
Ripples of shock and awe fell over Kate. Tiff had the body of a brilliant boxer, with the training bra to match. Her abs to her pelvis parallel mountain ranges, a golden sheen to her skin, running down to a solid V that Kate would NOT look at!
The staring stopped because Kate had just jumped.
Tiff had put two hands on Kate's love handles and squeezed.
"What are you doing?" Kate squealed.
"Getting it out the way. Touch me."
"I think you have the wrong idea."
"Nope, I don't. Now push."
The forcefulness of it left no doubt in Kate's mind as to what she'd be doing next.
"You haven't even bought me dinner." Kate tried cutting the ice.
"But you did. Remember, and I took you out, even took your family out. Now feel me up properly. Your fingers aren't that soft."
Again, the insistence. How absolute, how defiant. There'd be no alternative, so she pushed. Tiff giggled, retreating a step, then her hand held Kate's and forced Kate's fingers up and down.
"Feel that? That's an internal stitch from a wound I got from doing a jump, right into a tree. A bit of the branch is still there. Can only remove it next week, but there's a game. So told them to either push it or I live with it."
Kate could feel it, deep behind the plush but firm skin was the toughness that made her worry if it would devour her fingertips. It kinda reminded her of playing with a balloon. Tiff leaned in deeper and Kate was breathing her in.
"This is good, right?"
They looked each other in the eye. The moment, I mean, Kate had to, right? She leaned up and Tiff spoke.
"This is something. I want you to be part of our study programs because we're missing-"
Tiff talked right into Kate's lips, it wasn't a kiss, there wasn't even a wetness of penetration. They bounced back like they'd just been punched silly. Kate would only need a feather, Tiff a wrecking ball.
Tiff's words, which had hung unattended, were finally processed. Kate's whole soul screamed, folded into the foetal position and screamed again.
What the hell? What? What? What? What?
Tiff touched her lips, shocked.
"Oh," she whispered.
"I-I-I-I- I'm really sorry!" Kate panicked and Tiff's marble form caught the panic contagion.
"No, don' be! I-" Tiff thought a moment, "I understan' where what I did could 'ave created this issue."
She licked her lips and smiled.
"This is naawt my tech'knee'que."
"You have a technique?" She said, her mind still on automatic, still screaming.
Tiff winked.
"Point is, I wan' ye, te join our sports program. Yor bro's jus too young, so I think we could have fun. I'd meant the plutonic kind…"
She sounded regretful, not that Kate could empathize, she was still screaming.
Tiff blinked and sighed, upon realizing that nothing was coming from Kate.
That was when she grabbed Kate's cheeks, lifting Kate on her tippy toes and kissed her.