"Tiffany, where are you? You working or your family her?" Kate asked.
"Yes, and yes." She said with a knowing laugh.
"We playing guess?" Griff asked.
"Yes and no."
"Her family is here, but she has a shift to work." Griff said.
"Yes, and yes."
"So, you're busy?" Kate said.
"Yes and no."
"Busy but not too busy for us?" Kate asked.
"Umm.." Tiff said, not able to commit.
"Busy, but you'll be free soon?" Kate tried.
"Ooh." She sighed.
Kate was close, but blushed.
"You aren't."
"Yes, and yeah."
Kate giggled unwilling to focus her eyes. They should have moved to the city sooner.
"I'm missing stuff, aren't I?" Griff asked, eyeing Kate.
They arrived at the front of the stand and, low behold, there Tiff was in just the thinnest black jersey that outlined her like stencil, her dreads tied tight behind her. She was sporting a fairly thick lip ring with a pearl, it matched the emerald brow ring and single earring combo.
"Would you look at that, found ya." Tiffany said, sounding sugary sweet.
"What can I say. Missed ya." Griff said, with a smug asshole shrug
Fulfilling her duty as sister, she wrapped him up in a standing dragon clutch wrestling hold. It was moments away from being a body slam, but Tiff's whistle shut it down.
Griff stomped her toe and she grunted.
"Anyway. Yir mod?" she said with just too sincere a smile.
"We want the works. You got the finger wiggler, the knee and spine hugger."
"Yes and no."
"Yes, you have it, no we can't afford it?" Kate ventured.
Tiff just smirked, shaking her head. She patted Griff on the head and specifically walked around the table to pat Kate on the head and cup her cheeks, she winked, poking Kate's love handles. Kate died a little inside, spaghetti viking appearing in her mind. Tiff slid out two bags that looked like they held suits that had been vacuum sealed to the molecular level and rushed them along.
Another girl, pale, blue eyed, with purple lipstick, filled Tiff's spot and the Simmon's family was led to the back.
"Guess what those are." Tiff said.
"Changing rooms?"
"Yup," Tiff said, waving the door open and stepping in behind Kate.
Kate was handed the sleeve. Then waited. The silence hanging like a blood stain.
"Open it up." Tiff said.
It was a stunning pale silvery suede body suit that simply looked like a series of strings. Kate had butterflies in her stomach and a need to sing because those were high end body suits. And before she could Tiff produced another rolled up bag.
"'Coz you git co'ohld quick." Tiff said.
"That's what I think it is?"
Tiff's grin was borderline sinister. Kate hesitated but took it.
"If I feel like you have plans." Kate said.
Oh god, was she right? Was Tiff about to take her somewhere… Again? In the same day? But also, why hadn't Tiffany left?
"Thanks, I'll try it on." Kate said.
Silence.
"Tiff?"
"Yes?"
"This is amazing, you have no idea how I needed this, but."
"Yeah?"
"Is there something else?"
"Nope, that's all."
Kate got a wink.
Politeness wasn't working.
"I'm going to get changed now."
Silence.
"Oh of course.!"
Tiffany ran out and Kate rubbed her chest unsure of what the next move would have been. She was alone, too alone.
"Griff! Get in!" She yelled, unbuttoning her frilly shirt.
She looked like a goth doll, suffering from an impossible supply of buttons and layers buttoned together. In reality her 'one-piece' tea cozy had ten pieces of white, black and purple, even the sleeves were buttoned in, and apparently it was worth a thousand dollars.
Huh.
Griff came rushing in.
"Hey momma's brat, we're going on another adventure. Get changed."
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.