I'm so nervous about this interview. I really want this job. Oh, I better stop tapping my foot, the receptionist keeps looking at me. Let me go over it all again. Why I want the job: I'm interested in getting into film and video production and I'd like to learn from the ground up, producer's assistant would be perfect. Why they should hire me: I'm organized, responsible, learn fast, and...what was the fourth, oh, right, responsive, I'm responsible and responsive to my employer. Previous experience, two years as personal assistant to an executive director. Why I left that job: tricky, but stick to the standard answer, no more room for growth. I just hope Gillian wrote me a good reference, like she promised. Typing speed, 80 words per minute...I certainly did Gillian enough favors, a good letter is the least she could do for me in return.... Oh, I'm tapping again, I have to stop that. Should I go fix my hair? No, better stay here. Do I have copies of my resume? What time is it? Early still. Ten more minutes to go. THE BOSS As soon as I saw her file, I knew she'd be perfect. With its royal blue letters leaping off a mauve page, her resume was eye-catching in a vulgar way that suggested initiative coupled to inexperience. She was under-qualified for the position I'd advertised, and I'd be sure to let her know that, so she'd be even more grateful to be hired and even more eager to please. Furthermore, some suggestive phrases in her former employer's reference interested me. Trixie was "a model assistant who never hesitated to provide any service asked, even if that meant helping in ways that some might construe as more personal than professional." She was "devoted and solicitous," and I detected a note of positive regret in the letter's conclusion that Trixie "took her employer's interests to heart in a dedicated manner that made her a relaxing and pleasant presence as well as an efficient and reliable one." Trixie must have worked pretty hard, I thought, and I leaned back and imagined using that wonderfully ridiculous name in a variety of situations. Trixie, come in here, I'd say over the intercom...Trixie, sit down and take a letter.... This is my assistant Trixie, I'd tell people...Trixie, get me a drink...Trixie, lie down...Trixie, take off your clothes...now mine...very good, Trixie. I sighed and let the chair come forward again. Too many years of reading scripts had fostered a bad habit of associating names to types and spinning off into little fantasies. Sure, I saw Trixie as a ripe peach, with big round eyes and nipples to match, traipsing her luscious ass around the office in a tight skirt, eager to please. But Trixie would probably be more concerned with her paycheck than with me. Or she'd be all too interested in her effect on me, if the past week's interviews were any indication. The applicants had been very good-looking, and perfectly competent for the job, but they were all actresses eager to break into the business and it was obvious that they had only their interests in mind and not mine. I had certainly been offered a variety of services.... I didn't enjoy remembering what had frankly been a tiring and unpleasant series of encounters. Jill had stared at me oddly until she finally got up the courage to make her move, which was opening her blouse so that she could fondle her very beautiful breasts while maintaining intense eye contact. "Do you like my titties?" she asked, and I said, "Yes, I like them, Jill, but I don't like you. Thanks for coming in today." Then there was Pamela, a redhead in spandex. She was quicker than Jill. After two questions about her secretarial skills she walked around my desk to stand directly in front of me, then lifted up her skirt and started to play with herself through some very transparent underwear. "I could really show you a good time," she whispered as she started to probe her pussy through the silk. "Not now, Pamela," I'd said, "and not ever." Lenore had a more sophisticated appearance but an even less subtle approach; as soon as the door was closed she came up to me, got down on her knees, and started tugging at my pants zipper. "Tell me what you like," she said, and though I enjoyed imagining what her tongue might do to me, I wasn't interested, and I quoted "All About Eve" to let her know why: "I'll tell you what I like, Lenore. I like to go after what I want. I don't want it coming after me." Maybe Trixie would be better behaved. THE INTERVIEW (Trixie) Oh, no, the receptionist is telling me to go in, and I just slipped my shoe off, come on, foot, get in there, this is embarrassing, okay, got it, here I go, now she's calling me back, oh, great, I left my bag on the chair, good work Trixie, all right, review the four points, learn fast, organized, responsive and responsible. No, responsible and responsive. "Oh, what a nice office," I hear myself saying. Stupid, stupid, not a good way to begin. "Yes, I like it very much," she says. "Have a seat. No, no, on the chair, not the couch. I save that for more informal occasions. Well, Ms. Davis--or can I call you Trixie? Yes? Good. Trixie. Why don't you tell me what you like about the office. Why do you find it nice?" This is a funny way to start an interview, but she's the boss. "Well, it's very comfortable." She's staring at me. Maybe she's checking out my analytical skills. "The colors are warm and there's a mix of office furniture, like your desk and all those filing cabinets, and then furniture that's more, um, cozy, like the couch and the bar and the mirrors." She's smiling, that's good. What's she asking now? Oh, okay, normal questions, typing speed, my qualifications, why I want the job, why I left my last job. I think we're getting along well. She's very attractive--40s, sharp suit, pants, very short hair. "You know you're not really qualified for this position, don't you, Trixie?" I blush, but remember to hold my ground. "I may not be right now, but I'll work hard and...." "But I'm going to hire you anyway," she interrupts. "Because I can tell that you'll be amenable to training, and that you have the makings of a truly gifted assistant. You had a very special relationship with your previous employer, didn't you? Gillian Jackson?" Now I'm blushing even more, because the way she mentions Gillian makes me nervous. "We got along very well and I really enjoyed working with her." "And she enjoyed you. She speaks highly of you and mentions qualities that I've been seeking as well: your ability to help her relax, to devote yourself personally to her needs, never to fuss at unusual requests. If you can provide me with the same attentions and if you don't object to some supplementary training now and then, you'll have no problem with this position." Why do I feel that she's saying more than she's saying? "Can you start tomorrow morning? Good. 10:00, we're not early birds in this line of business. Any questions?" "I was just wondering what your specialty is here. The notice just said Top Productions, film and video." "That's a very good question, Trixie, and in fact we do have a specialized focus, but why don't you and I discuss that in the morning. And Trixie, please call me Jane." THE JOB (Jane) Trixie's first day turned out to be a busy one: in the morning, a casting call, and in the afternoon, a wrap. With any luck, the day would reveal some significant gaps in Trixie's knowledge and skills that would require the kind of extra training session to which she had so readily assented during the interview....ah, but I was letting myself get carried away again. I can't help but experience the world in cinematic terms, and from my first view of her, her voluptuous body straining as she frantically tried to put her shoe on, Trixie struck me as a complete ingenue in whom sweet awkwardness and powerful sensuality existed side by side. In another era she'd have been the script girl in glasses who saves the show by shedding her spectacles and becoming a beauty just in time to replace the ailing star. Perhaps she could replace one of my stars today.... Dreams, idle dreams. She arrived promptly, wearing a red woolen suit. "Trixie," I said sharply, "You mustn't wear red to the office. It's very becoming on you, and I'm sure someone has told you it's a power color, but it's too loud and doesn't at all give the right impression." "I'm sorry." She looked hurt and anxious. I tingled. "Try black or gray or brown. Not blue, though--too corporate. Now look. You should keep track of these things on a list. You have paper? Write down, 'I must not wear red to the office.' That's right. And that goes for your nail polish too. Stick to clear. Now, I know we were going to spend the morning getting an overview, but the day is packed and you're going to have to jump right in. This morning we have a casting call. You'll sort the files and run through the audition scene with the actresses. Okay? Tryouts start in fifteen minutes, so go through those folders. The scene is in that binder over there." I watched Trixie bustle, gathering her materials, somewhat ill at ease because I'd criticized her outfit. I sat behind my desk and scanned budget sheets, looking up occasionally to enjoy her growing discomfiture as she began to understand just what it was we were doing. She looked so sweet when flustered. Perhaps she was the assistant of my dreams..... THE JOB (Trixie) I was glad to be involved right away in the details of a casting call, but nervous about running through scenes. Oh well, I thought, the actresses will probably be more nervous than I am. I opened up the first file, Rochelle King, and looked at her head shot--stern, unsmiling. I flipped to the next shot and nearly yelped, because there was Rochelle in a black leather corset and thigh-high boots and nothing else except for studded bracelets all over her arms and a whip in her hand. Her breasts spilled over her corset and her legs were planted wide apart. Was she trying to show off her body to get the job? I wondered if I should warn Jane. I looked up but she seemed busy. I went through Rochelle's resume next. She'd done a lot of movies, but according to her resume they were all "pornographic feature films, with an emphasis on bondage and discipline with female casts." I wasn't sure that "Taming Lola," " Slut Punishment" and" Put It All in My Pussy, Now!" were the proper qualifications for this role. Maybe some of the other actresses had more appropriate experience. I opened up the next file, and the next, and the next, and they were all the same, scary women in leather wearing all kinds of whips and chains. Some of them even had their noses pierced. Three of them stood out, though: Rochelle King, Vampi Calda, and a woman called Mike. Maybe the scene is some kind of comic sidebar, I thought, with a bit part for a dominatrix. I turned to the scene to check it out before the run- through. But when I started to read it, I couldn't believe it. This was no sidebar, and we weren't casting a bit part. And there was no way, NO WAY I was going to be able to run through this scene. "Trixie? I'm ready to call in the first actress." THE RUN-THROUGH (Jane) "Trixie," I repeated, "let's get the show on the road. What's the matter?" "Um, Jane," she stumbled, "Could I talk to you before we begin?" "Sorry, we really don't have time. Later. Report on the files. Who looks good to you?" "I'm not sure, but I pulled these three." I looked at the files. For an innocent, she had quite an eye for experience. "Very good, Trixie. Two of these actresses are my top choices for the part, and in fact we're beginning with Mike. If she reads well, we'll just hire her." Trixie looked even more troubled. "Is that okay? What about the other auditions we have scheduled?" "Trixie," I said sternly, "we don't have time for questions like that. I've been in this business for ages. If I say we can do something, we can do it. Where's that list of yours? Go get it. Write down, I will not waste time contradicting Jane. Great. Terrific. Now tell Mike to come in." THE RUN THROUGH (Trixie) How was I going to run through this scene? I'd be embarrassed. I'd stutter. I'd spit. I trudged to the waiting room and got Mike, who looked tall in a leather trenchcoat and high boots. "Mike, hello," said Jane, shaking her hand, "how've you been? Working hard or hardly working?" "Working hard, Jane, working hard." "What do you think of our script?" "It's nice," Mike said. "I like it." Nice, I thought, about as nice as being caught in a shark tank. I bustled around while they chatted and ignored me. "Are you ready to run through the scene with Trixie, Mike?" "Sure," she said, and took off her coat. I'd expected her to be wearing a leather, but she had on a white T-shirt and black jeans. Metal chains dangled from her pockets. "Trixie," Jane said. Something in her voice reduced my resistance. So I'll look like a fool, I thought. At least the pay's good. I sat down opposite Mike. "Okay," said Jane. "Let's review the plot up to this point. Mike's character, Big Red, works as a jail warden in a female prison. We've seen her on the job, restraining and disciplining various prisoners, helping the doctor administer exams, humiliating her favorites by making them do their exercises naked and pee in public. In the scene right before this, we watched her break up a gang bang. The problem is, she got all turned on by the woman she was saving and couldn't do anything about it. So now she's getting a drink at her local bar, which moves into a fantasy sequence about the prisoner she rescued. "Okay, let's start reading. Trixie, you're the prisoner, obviously, and Mike's the warden. I'll read the bartender's lines." I crossed my legs and opened my script. My lines were highlighted in yellow. "Hey, Big Red, what can I get you tonight?" read Jane. "Double bourbon on the rocks." "Coming right up." "Okay," Jane said, "so now we do some business to indicate fantasy mode, and when the fog clears, Big Red sees the luscious piece who only hours ago was being viciously humped by five bad girls. She walks over to her." "Hey," Mike said, looking straight at me, "I thought I told you to stay in your cell." "I didn't feel like it," I said, using my finger to hold my place in the script. "I wanted some air." "Who cares what you feel like?" Mike's voice was as sculpted as her arms. "You do what you're told. You especially do what you're told when I tell it to you." "What if I don't want to? It's a free country, even in jail." "Hah! You've been spending too much time in the library. You're in my jail, and you'll do what I say. Or I'll let everyone else do what they want with you, and believe me, it won't be pleasant. You didn't like those women putting their hands all over you, did you?" "It wasn't so bad," I read stiffly. The directions said I should be pouting, but the way I saw it, they were lucky I was doing this at all. "At least they're prisoners, like me, not some nasty pig guard." Whack! Jane made a smacking noise by clapping her hands together, hard. "Okay, so in the scene, Big Red slaps the prisoner and then we move into the action. Why don't you two play it out in front of the mirror so I can see more of the angles?" I stayed glued to my chair. "I thought this was a reading." Jane smiled. "It's a run-through. I have to see how actresses use their bodies. Don't worry, Trixie. Mike knows what she's doing, and you just have to stand there. After all, she's the one who's auditioning, not you. Unless you'd like a part!" "No!" I said. "Um, Jane, could I talk to you for a minute?" "I don't like to break the flow of a scene," she said. "Only a second?" I wheedled. "Okay," she sighed. "What is it?" I looked at Mike. She was smiling pleasantly. I wanted to ask her to leave the room but didn't feel I could. "Is there any way, do you think, that I could just read the lines sitting down?" "Trixie," Jane snapped, "where's that list we were keeping?" "On your desk," I said nervously. "Get it." I did. "What does it say?" "I will not wear red..." "No, not that. The next thing." "I will not waste time contradicting Jane." "Right. Now underline that. Twice. Now write down, I will not make Jane repeat herself. Okay. Now get up and do the scene, for God's sake." I felt totally humiliated. Mike held her cool smile. I heard Jane say, behind me, in a kinder tone, "I know you haven't done this before, and that it may be embarrassing. But it's just a scene, and we're all professionals here. Okay?" "Okay," I said. So we continued the run-through. There actually wasn't much for me to do; I guess this movie was a star vehicle, and Mike was the star. After she supposedly slapped me, she pulled my arms behind my back and pushed me up against a wall, telling my character what an ungrateful cunt she was. "I think you'd better show me some gratitude," she said, "I don't think I'm even going to give you a choice about it." Then Mike got to show off how quickly she could get me gagged and bound in a bunch of devices. Still holding my arms behind me, she snapped cuffs around my wrists, tied my arms together near the elbow with some ropes, gagged me with a scarf, and put a chain around my waist that she connected to the cuffs at my wrists. I kept telling myself we were all professionals while Mike read her lines and ran through simulated sex movements. At least I still had clothes on. "Who's the pig now?" she asked, while she stood a couple of inches in front of me and pretended to grind her hips into me. She looked really convincing, her body strong, her movements lustful, her voice charged and powerful. I even felt myself getting caught up in the scene, wondering how I looked. "Are you my little heifer?" she grunted, and kept up her air-grinding, "are you my little sow?" She whirled me around and pushed my hands onto the sofa. Now I could see myself in the mirror. I looked like a cross between a prisoner and a trussed-up farm animal. A twinge between my legs took me by surprise, but before I could focus on it a stronger sensation took over. Mike had taken some kind of whip out of her bag and was whacking the seat of my pants. It stung like hell. Luckily Jane intervened. "Whoa, Mike, hey, it's just a rehearsal." Mike stopped. Thank God. "Sorry, Jane," she said. "Got a little too into the scene." Sorry, Jane, I thought. I'm the one getting my ass whacked. "Why don't we just skip ahead to page 45," said Jane. "Where I take the gag off and force her to go down on me?" Mike asked. "Right," said Jane. If you'd asked me twenty minutes before whether I'd even read that scene, never mind act it out, I would have said no. But I'd crossed a line. Maybe it happened when I saw myself in the mirror; I was excited now. "Have you learnt your lesson, you little bitch?" Mike barked. "You ready to show a little gratitude?" "Yes," I said. "Let me show you. I'll do whatever you say." According to the script, Mike was supposed to bring me to my knees, force me to open her pants with my mouth, lick her clit, and then, as the script put it, "etc." But Mike was doing something different. She was pushing up her t-shirt on one side, exposing a breast, and pushing my mouth towards her nipple. "Go ahead," she said, "show me what you can do. Suck on that." Something about the authority of her voice and the authority of that brown, pointed nipple made me forget myself. I leaned down and took it into my mouth. I'd barely closed my lips around it when Mike yelled "Hey!" and shoved me halfway across the room. "What's the deal, Jane?" she yelled, pulling her shirt down. I was confused. (JANE) "I'm sorry," I laughed. "Trixie's new. She just got a little carried away. She didn't know that it's impolite to touch an actress during a run- through. Did you, Trixie?" Trixie looked mortified and stared at the ground. "Say you're sorry, Trixie," I said, more sternly. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, still looking down. "Not like that. Like you mean it." "I'm sorry," she said, only a little more clearly. Mike stood with her arms crossed. "Trixie, you've offended one of my best actresses. I think you're going to have to show how sorry you are a little better than this." She looked up, flushed. "What do you want to do? Whip me? Throw me on the floor and teach me a thing or two? Or maybe I should kiss her feet?" "Those are all fine ideas," I said coolly. "You pick." She was mad now. "Or maybe I should read my little list while Mike holds me down and you spank me, since I've been such a bad girl." Mike spoke up. "Hey Jane, I'm out of here. I'll call you later about the contract." Out the door she went. Trixie and I were alone. (TRIXIE) I don't know what made me say all those things, but I meant them. I was quiet with Mike gone, silently daring Jane to make it all a joke now that we were alone. She sat down behind her desk and said, "Well, Trixie, what will it be?" I was quiet. "I think we're both agreed that you're in need of some correction. You've made several mistakes this morning and it's best not to defer our discipline and training session too long. Since you don't seem able to decide on what your punishment should be, I will." I felt nervous, excited, unreal. The boss and I were about to go over. "Take your list, Trixie, and put it on the desk." I did. "Now pull up your skirt and hold it up." I did. My body blushed, my pussy contracted and the blood rushed to my clit. "Look down at the list and read it out loud, over and over again. Don't stop, and don't look up." I did. I read, "I will not wear red to the office. I must not waste time contradicting Jane. I will not make Jane repeat herself." While I read and held my skirt up, I heard Jane rustle around in her drawer. What was she doing? She got up and came around behind me. Her arm snaked around me and removed the list. "I think you have it memorized by now, Trixie. Keep reciting, but put your hands on the table and your ass in the air." I tried to do it right, but she had to push on my pelvis and spread my legs apart to get me in the position she wanted. Then she grabbed my pantyhose and ripped them apart from the waist down. They floated free of my legs and settled around my ankles. "Keep reciting," Jane said. "Your punishment will only get worse if you stop. But if you absolutely can't take it anymore, start saying, I will not type letters to my friends on the job. Got that?" "Yes," I said, and hastily resumed, "I will not waste time contradicting Jane. I will not wear red to the office." Whack! Her hand landed where my butt cheeks met, and my skin heated up. Whack again! She spanked one cheek, then the other, hard. I almost collapsed onto the table and I lost track of my place in the list. "What's the matter, Trixie? Did you forget your orders? Maybe this will help you remember." A barrage of slaps on my ass, even harder than before, vindictive but controlled. My skin felt crisp and burned. I imagined the marks of her fingers on my butt and my pussy got electric. I felt completely out of control even though I knew I could make her stop. I liked the feeling. She was the boss and I was a bad, bad girl. "I'm going to spank you ten more times, Trixie. Keep count now. If you mess up we'll have to start all over again." Whack! "One," I gasped. She made me wait, then dealt me another enormous slap. "Two," I said, wondering if I could make it through eight more. But after teasing me by making me wait a long time for a couple more vicious wallops, she dealt the rest of my punishment out rapidly, then undid my skirt and pulled it down around my ankles. "Turn around, Trixie," she said. I did, but I felt embarrassed to look at her. "That's right, Trixie, don't look up. I'm the boss. I'll look at you." She put her hand under my chin and raised my face. I made sure to keep my eyes averted. "I'm going to undo your blouse now, Trixie. I want to see what you're hiding from me." Her hands were warm, her fingers deft, and as she exposed my breasts, I worried about my pussy. It was getting so wet I thought it might drip down my thighs and onto the floor. Her hands cupped my breasts and her fingers teased my nipples. "Nice," she said, "very nice." Her voice had gotten sweeter but it still commanded. She moved over to the couch and lay down. "Come here, Trixie." I went to her, my movements hampered by the skirt around my ankles. "Get up on the couch, between my legs." I did what she said. "Open my pants." I started to, but got alarmed when I felt something big and hard in her pants. "Take it out," she said, and I did--a long, thick and very lifelike dildo. She reached under the couch and brought up a condom. "Put it on," she said, "with your mouth." I was clumsy, but I did it. The condom was lubricated so when she told me to start fucking my tits with her dick, the dildo slid right between them. She groaned as if she could really feel every inch of it. "Suck it," she said. "Get it in your mouth." I moved my chest up and down on it, feeling the friction on my breasts and enjoying it when my fingers occasionally rubbed my nipples. I lowered my mouth onto the head. I sucked and licked it enthusiastically. I moaned and sighed. I felt crazy and for a second, panicked, when I realized that anyone could walk into the office and see me there, naked except for the torn hose and disheveled skirt that held my feet together. "Oh, that's good," Jane said. "That's it, really put your head into it. Show me how sorry you are that you did your job so badly. Show me what a good slut you can be." She fucked my breasts and mouth some more, then pulled away from me, She got up and rearranged me so that my skirt was completely off and I was kneeling on the couch and looking straight into the mirror. She got behind me. "I want you to see what you look like when you get fucked," she murmured in my ear. "That way you'll learn your lesson even better." She explored the entrance to my pussy with her dick. "Spread your legs, you bad thing." I moved them. "That's right," she said, "show me your pussy." She edged the dildo in more. "The boss is going to fuck you now," she warned me, and pushed it in hard and deep. My pussy swallowed it up and I started moving against it. She moved with me, working it in and out, watching my face in the mirror. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up and back. "Watch yourself get fucked," she hissed. I saw her, still perfectly dressed in her executive clothes, knowing that her dick was lodged inside me. I saw my face, tense with arousal, my flushed neck and my heavy breasts. I felt something change and realized that Jane had put her fingers between the dildo and her skin and was stroking her clit. "You're going to make me come," she told me. "Do you want to come too?" I nodded. In the mirror, I saw her stare at me. "Please," I said. "The boss comes," she smiled, "the assistant doesn't." "Please," I begged. I pushed my pussy onto her dick even harder but I needed my clit touched. "Why should I?" she asked, stroking herself more and more. "I'll be good," I promised, "so good. I'll make you come all the time. I'll fuck you whenever you want, and your clients too. I'll give you blow jobs at lunch and a hand job with your morning coffee. Just please, please let me come now." "Alright," she said. "Touch yourself." And I did, digging my fingers into my clit, hard, thrusting myself onto her dick. In seconds I was coming so much that I didn't even realize until after that she was coming at the same time. I collapsed on the couch and she collapsed on me. When our breathing and heartbeats got back to normal I realized how awkward the situation was. She was mostly dressed, but I felt ashamed of my partial nudity and my exposed, reddened ass. If I can't see her, I thought, maybe she can't see me, and so I stayed face down even when I felt her get up. "Trixie," I heard. I turned my head. "Trixie! Sit up!" I sat up. Jane looked perfectly composed and her pants were closed up. "Button your blouse. Put on your skirt. What kind of a spectacle are you making of yourself?" She smiled as she spoke. "I don't know what we're going to do with you." She took her wallet out of her pants. "Here's some money," she said, and as I struggled into my skirt, I saw she was giving me $200. "Get yourself some new stockings. And keep the change. Consider it a disability payment--I'm assuming you might have some trouble sitting down for the next two days." I took the money and smiled back. My first day at work was certainly turning out nicely. "I hope I see you again after lunch," Jane said. "I think we could work very well together." "I'd like to come back," I said. "And I'm sure you'll do everything you can to see that I do." Jane looked puzzled at first, then cleared her throat. "Hmm, well, yes, certainly, of course. It's clear that we should be paying you far more than the initial salary we settled on. You're so much more qualified than your resume suggested. I'll have the new contract drawn up and you can sign it when you get back. How does that sound?" "Beautiful," I said. And then I took a very, very long lunch. Marla took the reclining makeup chair for the final time. It was closing night of her first starring role in a college play and she was relishing in the attention she was getting. The other girls in the theater department were typical for the profession: flirtatious and competitive. Even among them Marla had a reputation as a tease, a bitch and a cutthroat who'd do anything for a role. She loved wearing revealing clothing and made no secret of the fact that she thought her natural, flaxen blonde hair, lush strong legs, creamy white skin and full bust made her better than the other girls. She knew directors cast her for her looks and it amused her to see more talented actresses lose out. As for the girls who tried to compete on her level, she was an expert at doing battle verbally or physically for what she wanted, parts or men. Only a few had faced her down more than once...and those were her favorites. Marla loved to fight; she thought it was better than fucking. She knew some girls liked to humiliate a rival, strip her bare in front of a crowd, but to Marla the satisfaction came in private domination, secret contests where only the competitors knew who'd come out on top. Getting this role had been easier than usual; she'd only had to fight a couple of girls to keep them out of call-backs. Now she was lording it over the rest of the cast, the undisputed queen. She even got her own private dresser. Karen seemed a little older, but Marla had to admit she was cute; in charge of costumes and makeup, she was a stylish dresser, partial to skirts that showed off her strong legs in dark tights. She had beautiful skin, maybe a little smoother even than the blonde's, and sparkling blue eyes and round features like Marla's. But she was quiet and went about her work fussing and primping over Marla without much fanfare, her drab brown hair and unspectacular figure never attracting much attention from the boys. In fact, Marla didn't know what to make of Karen's figure; even though she spent an hour every day leaning over Marla she always seemed to wear bulky blouses, jackets or sweatshirts that never gave the blonde an idea of what kind of bustline she had. That only convinced Marla that Karen was flat-chested, and she loved sitting back in the chair in her off-the shoulder, cleavage-emphasizing costumes, making little jokes about how hard it must be for shy little flat girls. Karen never responded, maybe just a flash of her striking eyes now and then, but no challenge. It was almost disappointing but Marla was getting too much attention from everyone else to notice. Now, finally, she was in her last night of the show, and letting herself be extra bitchy to the dresser. They were alone in Marla's private dressing room, and Marla stretched coyly, arching her back a little to bring her creamy cleavage closer to Karen's face as the other girl touched up her makeup. She noticed Karen's eyes drop to rest on her half-bared breasts and smiled. "I always like watching other girls check out what they don't have," she purred smugly. It was a brazen remark and she exulted in the color that hit karen's face as their blue eyes met. Karen's glance dipped once more to take in the blonde girl's chest. Marla half expected her to stomp out of the room; it was a risky move, since her makeup wasn't quite finished, but she was feeling daring. But Karen only placed the makeup kit on the dressing room counter coolly. "I can see we need to get a little better acquainted," Karen said, placing her foot on either side of the makeup chair and stepping forward. Marla stiffened; Karen was practically straddling her, standing over her in a position of brazen dominance. Silently she removed the bulky school jacket she'd been wearing, letting it drop to the floor. The two women's eyes remained locked as Karen efficiently unbuttoned her blouse and revealed a lush, black-braziered bosom. Marla was stunned; the brunette had disguised her chest expertly. She would never have suspected it, but Karen's breasts were as big, round and full as Marla's were, and her lustrous skin made them mouth-wateringly smooth and sexy-looking. "Now do you see anything you have that I don't have, baby?" the dresser growled. Marla was more excited than intimidated. She hadn't had a woman stand up to her like this in a long time. "Hard to tell with that big padded bra on," she goaded. "Shut your mouth, whore," Karen said, hunkering down over Marla face to face, her arms locked onto the arms of the makeup chair. "You better be a good girl if you don't want to look like a clown on that stage tonight." Marla submitted, angry at the threat, but knowing the dresser had the upper hand. She had to look her best for this final performance. Karen continued the makeup session in total control, manhandling her charge at every opportunity, tugging sharply at Marla's hair as she set it and letting her long black nails dig into the blonde's shoulders and arms as she adjusted her dress. She finally hauled the leading lady out of the makeup chair until they were standing face to face. She had finished the makeup job with her open blouse thrusting her heavy chest into Marla's face; now the girls stood close, almost breast to breast in the empty makeup room. "I've got some advice for you, blonde meat," Karen rasped, her sweet breath kissing Marla's lipglossed mouth. "Don't flash those tits around unless you know you've got something to show." "The only thing you just proved is that you've got a pair, bitch!" Marla shot back, her voice level. "Not that you've got the better pair." Karen leaned into Marla just like she wanted her to, the silk cups of her bra sliding erotically across the sheer gauzy top of Marla's cocktail dress. "I've listened to you shoot your mouth off for two weeks, honey, and I've had enough of it. You can just suck my tits...hard." Marla was up against her in an even harder grins, her lips brushing Karen's as she whispered, "You ought to know better than to say something like that to a girl who just might do it, Karen. The only difference is I'd rather bite than suck." "Of course you would; you're all mouth. If I ever beat your fat tits I won't need my teeth to do it." "What are you gonna do, baby---milk me with those long black nails of yours?" Marla demanded hotly. She'd almost forgotten the play---she was ready for a fight. "You blonde cunt!" Karen hissed. "You know less about woman fighting than you do about acting. I'm not stupid enough to teach you a lesson before this show. Let's just see how tough your tits are...afterwards." "I doubt you'll be around afterwards, sweetie. You look like a prissy little pussy to me, but I'll sure come looking for you." "You do that, whore," Karen said. The girls stood in opposition, eyes boring into each other for a few more seconds before Karen whirled and marched out of the room. Marla got through the show, somehow. She'd run the lines enough that she could do them in her sleep, or in the erotic trance she was in now. All she could see was Karen, that straining black bra, her soft belly, the valley of her cleavage; all she could smell was the other girl's perfume, all she could hear was that sexy growl that was Karen's voice. She had to take her down, had to show her who was the real woman between them. She knew somehow it would not be easy, and that only made her want the coming duel all the harder... Before she knew it the show was over and she swept into the dressing room like a tigress, fully expecting the other girl to be waiting. Her heart sank when she found the room empty---then her eye caught something. A bundle of nylon and a note. She picked it up: Marla: This is your last chance to dress for me, woman. Put this on. Wait until the others leave. Come down to the halls below the stage where it's dark. Be quiet, slut; there will still be people cleaning and you don't want them to find us. Come and be ready to fight with me, just your body against mine. I know you think your tits are hot, but mine are hotter and harder and I will prove it to you if it takes all night. If you don't come to me we will both know who the pussy is. BITCH. Karen Marla picked up the tangle of nylon. It was a sheer black catsuit; no shoes, no bra or panties, just nearly transparent dark netting. Her crotch burned at the feel of it. She slipped into it, amazed at first that it fit her, until she realized how closely she and Karen must be matched. She eyed herself in the full length mirror, from her straight, neck-length pageboy hairdo to the swelling, creamy boobs that stretched the catsuit fabric across her chest so tightly, to the muscular belly and powerful hips, the wispy cornsilk bush that was barely visible in the crotch of the suit, and her strong legs, thickly muscled from high school cheerleading. Marla had never let another girl beat this body, and she couldn't imagine that quiet little tramp doing it to her now. She felt girlish fury building at how Karen was controlling this encounter. This was HER show, and Karen was HER little bitch of a dresser. There was only one way this fight could end. She pulled clothes over the catsuit and staked out the girl's room until the rest of the cast and crew had left. Then she found a stairwell and stepped down into the darkness. It was warm and damp in the lower basements of the theater, silent except for the occasional noises of furnaces and machinery. She had already stowed her tennis shoes in her bag, and now she stopped, crouching in the darkness to strip back down to the catsuit and put away her clothes. The nylon felt delicious on her naked body, and she paused a moment to drag her red nails across her breasts, down her stomach and between her thighs. Her nipples were already engorging, poking out of the front of the catsuit like tentpoles. She had to find Karen... *** Suddenly she heard a whispering noise; the sound of nylon-clad feet sliding across the tiles of the hallway floor. She struggled to make out shapes in the darkness; there were still pools of light from the upper floors reaching down here. She crept down the hallway, following the faint sounds, wondering if Karen was as blind down here as she was. Or if the other girl was waiting for her, waiting to strike... She saw a shadow, moved to where moonlight fell from a basement window, and saw the silhouette of her enemy there standing, waiting. "I see you, bitch," Karen whispered. She stepped forward, her fingers outstretched, sharp nails in evidence, threatening. Marla moved forward in the same stance, crouching, showing Karen her claws. Somehow she hadn't expected the first move to be like this, with all Karen's talk of body fighting. Marla knew girls who argued over tits liked to tit fight, and their tit-to-tit face off upstairs had hinted at that. But if Karen wanted to claw, Marla could claw. They circled to within arms length, and without warning Karen moved in sharply, hands slicing' nails flashed across Marla's cheek and belly simultaneously and she slashed out instinctively in response, purposely raking across Karen's breasts and face. The girls gasped at the sharp impacts, backpedaled, monitoring their reactions, neither wanting to sound an alarm to anyone upstairs. "Fight me!" Marla snarled, closing again. The fighters exchanged ripping, slashing blows, keeping their fingers open; suddenly Karen grabbed a handful of Marla's hair and used her free hand to rake down the blonde's voluptuous body repeatedly, drawing long, ragged runs in Marla's catsuit. "I'm going to strip your tits bare, baby!" Karen growled, chopping and tearing at the sheer material viciously. Marla tried unsuccessfully to block the attack, then went on offense, dragging both hands down the brunette's front. For a second she had Karen's big breasts in her hands and she squeezed roughly, digging her sharp red nails into the soft flesh, then pulling down with streamers of nylon webbing dragging off the chipped edges of her talons. After a flurry of ripping attacks the girls broke off, breath coming raggedly; Marla could see her rival's body well now in the dim light, proud breasts still held well in place by the remaining sections of catsuit material, belly and thighs peeking out from the dark webbing in places, the dark nylon fading to night black between her legs. The girls closed in two more slashing encounters, nails cracking as they caught in catskin fabric. Marla felt Karen's claws sink into her hard globes several times, just deep enough to leave raw red marks on her cherished breast flesh. She knew either girl could do real damage, clawing at eyes or attacking breasts or crotches with real violence, but the skirmishing had a breathless, flighty air, emphasizing the destruction of their clothing more than inflicting real damage. Neither girl wanted to goad the other into real brutality, at least not yet. They fought with the hesitancy of schoolgirls who were afraid to find out what a really violent encounter would entail. Marla finally lunged forward and caught Karen in a hairpulling clinch, crushing her breasts against the brunette's. Their bosoms were still held in place by torn cups of nylon; neither girl ahd yet bared the other's nipples and despite the heat the feel of their sheer catsuits was slippery and cool, their boobs sliding across one another as they struggled to arrange themselves in the cramped arena bounded by their chests and arms. Karen pressed her cheek against Marla's, grunting, and mashed her bosom hard against the blonde's boobs, hardening their jiggling tits into taut, near-bursting hemispheres. Marla snarled and rammed back as she dug her fingers into Karen's curly hair; the brunette yanked on Marla's silky locks, using the grip to drag the blonde's boldly lipsticked mouth within reach of her own. Her teeth fastened on Marla's lower lip and closed, clamping down on the tender sweet skin hard. Marla tried to return the bite, twisting to reach Karen's upper lip, but the brunette held her fast---the girl was strong! She maintained the bite, not bearing down enough to break the skin, but just enough to control her enemy. Marla struggled, first burying her nails in the other girl's hard tits, digging with her thumbs for the nipples, but they were buried too deep between their colliding tit flesh. She twisted, slipping one well-muscled thigh between Karen's legs and jamming upward into her crotch, but that only produced an answering slam against her own blonde bush from Karen's left leg. She pivoted, pulling her hips away from the other girl's, and sent her cracked nails plunging into Karen's dark crotch once, twice, three times before the other girl hissed in pain and broke off the bite. The girls separated, surveying the damage they'd done. Their catsuits were shredded, but the look that passed between the fighters sent a clear message that there was more work to be done. Karen seemed infuriated by Marla's jabs at her pussy and Marla had been driven equally wild by the punishing bite of her adversary. The brunette lashed out and slapped Marla's face. "Keep your hands off my pussy, you little bitch!" Marla immediately returned the slap and the girls began an enraged slapping match, cracking their open palms across faces and any bare skin within reach. Marla viciously drove her rival backward with multiple blows, reaching down as Karen tried to block the slaps and tearing away the last tatters of material away from the brunette's chest. Even in the dim light she could see the shocking brown hardness of the other girl's nipples, long and arrogantly erect, pointing accusingly at their counterparts on Marla's chest. She raised her open hand to smack at karen's tits and opened herself up for a final slash-attack from the brunette that ripped Marla's chest bare. Gasping at the feel of moist air on her naked breasts, she arched her back challengingly, proudly showing off the pink stilettos of her own big-nippled round tits. "Come on, bitch---COME ON!" she whispered fiercely. "you're the one who said you didn't need your hands to beat my tits!" "You big slut!" Karen hissed. Enraged, she slapped at Marla again, and the two girls exchanged a flurry of smacks and punches at faces and bellies, yet somehow breasts were off limits now. They separated once again, circling each other, and Karen thrust her own chest out, adding a shake to her torso that let her creamy jugs jiggle enticingly. But Marla could see a hesitancy in the other girl's eyes as she eyed the blonde's bare bust, still not daring to bring their chests into naked contact. She wondered suddenly whether Karen had ever really fought another girl like this before; despite the audaciousness of her planning and the bold front she'd put up, was this the first time she'd ever stripped down to tussle with another woman? She feinted suddenly with her chest and Karen dodged backward, avoiding her ramming tits. A second attempt produced the same results, and the girls moved farther back into the darkness of the hallway. Suddenly Marla heard a noise upstairs, the sound of steps. Both girls stiffened, their eyes meeting, and Karen turned to flee into the darkness. "No!" Marla hissed, determined that the confrontation wouldn't end here. She caught the small of the other woman's back with her nails and held onto the catsuit fabric, pulling the remaining shreds off of karen's shoulders and belly and finally tearing most of her firm, round ass cheeks bare. Karen clawed at her, twisting, and suddenly reversed their positions, throwing Marla tits-first against a wall. She felt the other girl's talons ripping at the seat of her catsuit, baring her buns with lightning speed before the blonde could throw her off. They spun to face each other again, this time only their crotches, arms and legs covered by webs of catsuit material. The footsteps were dangerously close now. Panicking, Karen fled down the hallway and disappeared down a stairwell to the lowest levels of the building. Marla dashed after her, as much to escape the oncoming footsteps as to pursue her escaping opponent. In the rush and the deafening sound of footsteps she lost track of the brunette, found herself breathing shallowly in total blackness. She waited moments while the footsteps on the level above clattered and echoed. It was hotter down here, and she was sweaty and winded from the early stages of the duel. Her clothes were two floors overhead. She felt at the tatters of her catsuit: the leggings and arms weren't protecting anything; if anything the soles of her stockings were too slippery on the smooth linoleum of the floor. She stripped off the stockings below her knee and tore away everything else above her waist, leaving her in a kind of ragged pair of sheer biker shorts in the dark. She could hear whoever it was above them moving around, perhaps ten feet over her head. She didn't dare make a sound. Standing absolutely still, she sensed the heat of another body near her in the dark, someone else's warm breath on the back of her neck. Two fleshy points suddenly touched her back, pressed down, dragging trails across the slick sweat of her shoulderblades. Every instinct told her to whirl and attack karen as the other girl pressed nipples into her back, but the person overhead was too close. Karen pressed into her, flattening her tits against Marla's back muscles; her arms wrapped around Marla's front, cupping a hot, moist tit with one hand while the other's nails dug into Marla's blonde, nylon-covered crotch in sweet revenge. Karen pressed her lips close to Marla's ear and whispered, "I've got the drop on you, cunt." She slowly, deliberately clawed the remnants of material away from Marla's crotch and raked her hand across the full tit she held in her other hand, silently torturing the blonde. Marla wriggled slowly against the other girl, pulling her clutching hands away from her body. Twisting, the girls engaged in a slow motion test of strength, wrist against wrist as Marla struggled to turn the tables on her tormentor without alerting the person above them. Karen kept the pressure on Marla's breast, tugging a fistful of her blonde pubic curls for good measure. "I ought to milk these fat tits of yours." "You cheating bitch," Marla breathed hotly. "You're just like every other little pussy who thinks her tits are tough but won't fight with anything but her nails when things get dirty. Why don't you put those hard titties against mine and we'll see who's toughest!" Her sweaty hand slipped out of Karen's grip for a moment, long enough for her to grab the crotch of the brunette's catsuit and tear her cunt naked. "You want a tit fight, I'll give you one, whore," Karen hissed, pushing Marla away from her roughly. She could barely make out the other girl in the blackness; the girls circled, tracking each other by the sound of their breaths. They were so close Marla could feel the heat of Karen's sweat-drenched tits inches from her. She could smell the other girl, tangy with sweat and sexual heat. Suddenly Marla gasped as she felt Karen's long nipples plunging into her breasts just under her own pink probes; she pivoted, leading with her right tit as she sank her own hard nipples into the yielding flesh of the brunette's boobs, first one, then the other. The girls grunted quietly as they tit-wrestled, feeling out each other's bosoms for weakness. Each still bore faint scars from their earlier scratch fight, and the abrasions added to the tingling, raw meaty feel as their tits massaged one another, sticking and sliding with sweat. Despite the size of both girls' tits they could press in tight enough to feel the other girl's hard belly. Marla groaned as she felt the tingling caress of Karen's bush brushing against her own fur. Her tits were throbbing from the feel of Karen's soft globes kissing, poking and mashing them, but she maintained her confrontational stance, back arched, breasts thrust out deep into her rival's chest. She could feel Karen trembling at the touch of her tits, too, but the other girl was just as determined to dominate their breast duel. Above them the sounds of an intruder had faded down the hallway, and the girls allowed themselves rougher contact; their grunts and groans of pain and pleasure increased in volume as they traded tit thrusts. "You wanted to get milked, baby---this is how I'm gonna do it!" Marla snarled, smacking her tits into Karen's. "Fuck you!" Karen growled back, jamming her own sweaty pair into the blonde's. "You're the one who's getting milked tonight!" The combatants began to trade harder and harder tit smacks, slapping their heavy boobs together, slashing nipples across each other's jiggling boobs; the wet smack of sweat-drenched tit against tit echoed in the darkness of the stairwell again and again; for ten minutes the girls slammed hot breasts together in near silence, and Marla's fury grew along with her body temperature. "I hope you liked straddling me in that makeup chair tonight, bitch, because that's the last chance you'll ever have to look down on this body!" "You're wrong, girl," Karen breathed coolly. "I'm gonna be coming on top of your hot snatch in about five minutes." "You'll be coming, all right, but it'll be with your bare ass pressed against this floor, and you're gonna be looking up at me begging me to finish you off." Karen suddenly lunged into her; their arms locked and the girls' slippery bodies strained against each other. There was a loud smack as Marla's bare back hit a wall behind them, and Karen forced her body against the blonde's with brutal intensity. She felt Karen's thighs bracing against hers, locking around them knee to knee and forcing her well-muscled legs apart. Marla had always wondered what those tight, sexy legs could do, and now they were doing it to her. "That's how you want to fight, whore?" Karen sank her teeth into Marla's neck, filling her mouth with sweaty skin and muscle. "You little bitch, I dare you to fuck fight with me, I DARE you!" Marla growled. She'd had all she could take from this bitch. She met the brunette leg to leg and brought their crotches into full contact. Both girls squealed as Karen immediately met the challenge, pressing the full length of her cunt against her blonde rival's. Even here she was amazed by the strength in the other girl's hips; she felt her bare ass smacked roughly against the cool plaster of the wall she was pinned to. She twisted out of Karen's bite and for a few frantic seconds the girls' mouths danced around each other looking for an opening until Marla clamped her teeth down on the soft line of Karen's jaw. The brunette's cunt was like a branding iron against her own hot bush, her rough dark pubes lashing like steel wool against Marla's silky blonde fur. Marla slashed the last remnants of Karen's catsuit away from her muscular ass and dug her battered nails into the girl's naked buns. She squeezed and launched an all out grind on Karen's pussy, digging deep through the brunette's thick bush for her vulva. She could feel a stiff, hot clit already forcing its way out through the jungle of pubic hair. She was almost surprised to notice her own clit had swollen enough to meet it length to length in the stifling heat of their joined pussies. Both girls squealed at the touch of clit against clit, and in the single electric moment of contact Marla was able to throw Karen of of her. The girls grappled away from the wall, stumbling against the hard marble of the stairs as they wrestled for dominance. Marla felt her elbow strike hard against a bannister as she went down, but the pain barely registered now in her desperation to finish this duel. Still, Karen's strength prevailed as the hot wetness of her body smacked down on Marla's; she forced the blonde down with both hands in her hair, and as the blonde moaned in pain she forced her open mouth down on Marla's and plunged her tongue deep into the blonde's mouth. Marla jammed her own tongue back against the invader, drank in the sweet taste of Karen's mouth as she took her own two handfuls of brunette hair. The girls still wrestled, burning tits still forced together, but this time it was Marla whose cheerleader's thigh prevailed in a test of strength, prying Karen's thick legs apart. She knew her grip on Karen's curly dark hair was stronger than the brunette's was on her straight, silky locks, and sure enough the other girl slipped and Marla wrestled her naked body back against the stairs and pressed herself down on the other girl hungrily. She pussy punched Karen, ramming her crotch down hard until she felt the other girl's ass meet the stair step under her. Karen's strong thighs snaked around her lower body, locking them together, and Marla felt the other girl's hands leave their grip on her hair, nails raking down her back until they stopped to dig into her creamy, muscled buns. "Come on and wrestle my big clit, you cunt!" Karen snarled, jabbing her tits up into Marla's roughly. Marla obligingly pressed down with all the strength of her hips, probing for the brunette's hard sex horn. Once again she slid her slippery clit along the length of her rival's, and Karen expertly caught it, knotting the two fleshy clitorises together. "I'm going to fuck your pussy off, bitch!" Marla hissed; she started a rhythmic, circular gyration of her hips, trying to wind her clit around Karen's before the other girl could tangle her up. Her nipples were searing as they cut across the glistening skin of Karen's breasts; she paused to maul her enemy's sensuous mouth while Karen smacked and clawed at her ass for her trouble. The brunette was groaning, tears in her eyes as she squirmed under Marla, grinding every inch of her body that she could against the blonde's. Marla continued to pump cunt, muscled leaping in her back as she forced Karen's head back from their sex bite; she dipped her head and began to bite, purposely and savagely at the brunette's soft, sweaty tits, chewing at her hard dark nipples as she raked her cunt across her dark-haired opponent's, sliding long clit across clit. Karen's body finally began to be wracked with the jerkings of orgasm, her powerful hips thrashing until even Marla slipped from her sweat-soaked body---both girls tumbled to the floor, almost too exhausted even to rise to their knees. With a wet smack Marla pinned Karen to the cold floor, mounting her cunt to cunt, chest to chest, and furiously thrust her pussy into the girl until she pumped the final cum cries from her. She raised her upper body in victory, burning crotch still pressing down on the sex of the other girl, and drove two smacking punches into Karen's soaked tits to punctuate her victory, smacking the other girl's tear-stained face for good measure. "You better think twice before you challenge my body again, baby," Marla whispered raggedly, panting over her defeated rival. "Now get up. We're going back to the dressing room, Dresser!" "I'd really go for this one if I were you, Rei," said Asuka, holding the nearly transparent swimsuit up through the curtain. Ayanami looked at it uncertainly as she pulled her shirt off. Asuka Langley Sohryu, Rei Ayanami and Hikari Horaki had gone shopping in preparation for the school trip to Okinawa. "You would look absolutely fantastic in it. You'd make every girl green with envy." The three girls stood in separate curtained-off changing rooms trying on swimsuits. Making other people feel things was something that was relatively new to Rei, but something she was getting the hang of very quickly. She was uncertain about making girls envious, however. She was also uncomfortable about what a see-through swimsuit would make boys feel. "Why don't you buy it?" "Doesn't suit me," said Asuka. "Besides, I've got my eye on this little red and white number." She held another rack and swimsuit up, the curtain parting slightly to reveal a brief glance of naked redhead. "What do you think, Hikari?" "I'd go with something a bit more...modest," the freckled brunette said. She pulled her swimsuit's shoulder straps up, covering her dark-nippled boobs. "What, afraid of a little attention?" Asuka teased, knowing full well that Hikari's slim build and developed breasts already drew attention in the schoolyard. "I'm class rep after all, I have to set an example!" Being class rep she didn't allow herself to respond to the attention, which disappointed a lot of the guys. A minute later the three girls stepped out of the change rooms to model their bathing suits for each other. Asuka wore a red and white two-piece that housed her breasts in something resembling a sports bra, held together by a zipper in the front. Rei was clad in a more revealing black bikini, its large triangles covering her breasts modestly but the contrast between the dark bikini and her pale skin made it look like she was exposing more than she really was. The way the bottom slipped in between her ass cheeks helped too. Hikari, ever the prude, was in a white one-piece that was completely un-daring. Asuka played with her zipper, pulling it up and down as she experimented in revealing different amounts of cleavage. Catching sight of Hikari she sighed in disappointment. "Hikari, Hikari, Hikari. You have in your possession a great body and yet you refuse to use it! Did you know that there are girls who would maim, kill, or even DIET for your figure?" On the way out they were greeted by a cashier. She was a polite woman who smiled a lot for store policy. "I see you've selected a few items. How will you be paying for them?" The first child stepped forward. She remembered how this had worked when she was shopping with Misato. "I will pay," the blue haired girl said. Asuka and Hikari had no idea what Ayanami was going to do until it was too late. Rei pulled her bikini top up, revealing her breasts to the woman. It would be fair to say that Ayanami still had a lot of things to learn about commerce. And normal human behavior. Hikari nearly fainted. Asuka buried her face in her hands. The cashier stared at Ayanami's perfect tits for a moment, all words failing her. Finally she spoke. "You're extremely lucky," she said, "that I happen to be a lesbian." ************************************************************** Somewhere else, Kensuke Aida and Touji Suzahara were also preparing for the trip. Their preparations were a little different. "Okay. Video camera." "Check." "Ten spare discs." "Check." "Ten spare batteries." "Check." "Ten spare lenses." "Check." "Ten doses of sleeping formula 9." "Check." "Twenty-pack of condoms." "Check." "Twenty pack of condoms, ribbed." "Check." "Twenty pack of condoms, double-ribbed." "Check." "Twenty pack of condoms, strawberry flavored." "Check." ************************************************************** "WE CAN'T GO?" "Nope," answered Misato, sitting naked on the couch and crossing her legs. She absently cracked a beer. "Why NOT?" demanded Asuka, stamping her foot and jiggling furiously, her face reddening with anger. Rei didn't take sides, but instead fell onto the carpet in front of the TV, her bare breasts pushing forwards into an delicious cleavage. The three babes were naked, and had been for the past three weeks. This had been Misato's idea. When she had realized that Asuka and Rei would always have to deal with nudity during combat, she decided there was no point in stopping their desensitization training. Much of the routine that had been set up during their preparation to fight the 7th angel was still in place. Clothes came off when the girls got inside the door, and they stayed off. Cooking, cleaning, meal times, homework times, sleeping, watching the TV, all activities inside the apartment were done without clothes. It was Misato's brand of common sense. Rei was beginning to suspect that Misato might be a latent lesbian. Asuka was beginning to suspect that the universe was being run by a giant leering pervert. Bedroom doors stayed open, since the angels seemed intent on destroying privacy and dignity, and the shower door was never allowed to close, nor was the toilet door. Misato was holding to her promise to go through the ordeal with them. Subsequently if the girls had to go naked, the captain had to go naked as well! The result was that Misato Katsuragi's apartment had become, in Asuka's own words, a nudist colony. They were saving a lot in laundry bills. There were downsides. First off, it was a nightmare to answer the door quickly. One night they had ordered dinner delivered and Rei had gone to open the door without thinking. The delivery man never got paid and didn't really care. Asuka thought the free meal was a great thing, as long as SHE never had to be the own "paying up" to "perverts" at the door. Today's "accident" at the shopping mall had simply been Rei applying her own special brand of logic. Misato knew that soon, VERY soon, she was going to sit down with Rei and tell her about the things she should and should NOT do. Asuka herself had a little accident regarding forgetfulness too. A certain redhead had gone downstairs to the lobby to ask for a spare keycard, and hadn't remembered she was naked until she rang the bell at the desk. At which point it was up to luck to get her back upstairs without being seen by every man and his camera. Another side effect was that Pen Pen had become the girls' personal cooling pillow. His soft down chilled nicely, which was a discovery that Rei had made in her attempts to ease the heat of Tokyo3's sweltering humid weather. The penguin would often find himself picked up out of his fridge and held against a set of pale breasts, or in extreme situations between Rei's legs as she lay on her side in front of the TV. Asuka had called it disgusting, but after she had tried it herself Pen Pen was more and more the cause of fights between Ayanami and Sohryu during the hotter afternoons. The fights were naked too. The penguin was finding this very inconvenient. Sadly, he was the only male around during this golden age in Misato's flat, but was biologically unsuited to appreciating being surrounded by the gorgeously naked Rei Ayanami, Asuka Langley Sohryu and Misato Katsuragi. "If there's an attack, we're screwed. Pardon the pun. We need you here," Misato answered, gulping at her beer. "Permanent standby. Permanent BUTT-NEKKID standby!" Asuka frowned angrily, trying to find something in that to attack. Finally she shot a glare at Rei. "You knew about this, didn't you wondergirl?" "Yes," answered Rei. "Then why didn't you tell me when we were shopping???" "You were having such a good time." "AARRRRRRGGGHHHH!!" growled Asuka, furious at being surrounded by people. "Now we have to stay here while the rest of the stupid class gets to go scuba diving at Okinawa! And worse, the only girl there to hold up our standard is Hikari, who is so goddamn DECENT and WELL BROUGHT UP she probably shuts her eyes in the shower so she doesn't see anything!!!" ************************************************************** "Hikari Horaki," whispered Kensuke covertly as the plane came in for landing. "What? She's so 'well brought up' she shuts her eyes in da shower so she don't see nuthin!" Touji exclaimed. "Why her? Why not some other girl?" "Several factors," explained Kensuke. "One, she's a hottie, even if she is a little bit on the stuffy side." "A bit?!" retorted Touji, but Kensuke continued. "Two, she's the class rep, meaning that she will fit well into my plan." "That's true," said Touji. "And three, she's a female authority figure who gets uncomfortable around anything sexual. And what could be cuter than that?!?" "Freckles." "Oh yeah, there's freckles." ************************************************************** "You're saying it's in a VOLCANO??" Ritsuko nodded. "Yes, a magma crevice near a hot spring resort in the mountains. Scans have suggested that the angel is in chrysalis form, something that precedes the adult stage we're familiar with." "We've prepared the d type equipment," Maya Ibuki explained, "Designed for combat under extreme environmental pressures. One of you will perform the operation, while the other remains here at Nerv in case of an attack closer to home." Asuka and Rei looked at each other, wondering who would go. This mission was not a death sentence, far from it. It was the hideous certainty that whoever went would be stripped, humiliated, and fucked through and through. Her torment would go on for hours, her slim, tender body penetrated by an enormous, throbbing cock that would violate the most private parts of her body! It was a moment of truth: which had fallen under the angels' spell? Which had come to enjoy the torment? Which had lost her chastity in the desperate hunger to cum for hours and hours on end? "I'll go!" Asuka and Rei yelled together. Misato sweatdropped. "Are they still synched together?" a voice in her head asked. "I'll go in my unit 2!" said Asuka. "You can count on me!" "I'll will go in unit 0," said Rei, suddenly quiet again. "I have the most experience." Misato sweatdropped, again. "Listen WONDERGIRL, if you think you're taking MY vacation into hot spring territory then you're damn well mistaken! That vacation is mine!" "Ah," thought Misato, "An ulterior motive." Ayanami's red eyes narrowed as she prepared a retort, but Katsuragi interrupted. "Okay, let's settle this." The captain rummaged through her jacket. "Toss a coin. Who wants to call?" "I will!" exclaimed Asuka. The coin was tossed. "Head!" Sohryu cried out. "That figures," said Rei. Asuka glared at her, but her angry response was interrupted by Misato catching the coin. "It's heads, Asuka wins, Asuka goes." The pilot of unit 2 did a brief dance. "Yes! Sorry Rei, you can't go to the hot springs!" When they left the briefing room a few minutes later, Asuka grabbed Rei's arm. "I didn't mean that, it was for THEIR benefit," she whispered, looking furtively at the Nerv personnel. Apart from Misato, none of them knew what really happened to the pilots during a battle. "I want it to be easier on you. Like you said, you've had more...experience. You've gone through worse, let someone else take it for a while." Rei looked at the redhead and eventually nodded. "Thank you. And Asuka?" "Yeah?" the second child asked. "Watch your six." "Thanks." "I think they've gotten to like you from that direction." "WHAT?" ************************************************************** The Okinawa scuba-diving resort had benefited from the second impact. Much of the city had sunk below sea level, becoming a massive tourist attraction with underwater ruins for divers to explore. Once the fish ate all the bodies, that is. Touji groaned, clutching at his stomach as he lay on his bunk bed. "Oooohhhhh," he quavered, "I don't feel so good..." Hikari looked concerned: the students were part of her responsibility. When she had heard that Suzahara was sick, she had come immediately to the cabin he shared with Aida. "What's the matter? Do you need someone to take a look at you?" "Oooohh, no, it's no bother," said Touji as Kensuke placed another pillow under the taller boy's head. "I'll be fine after a few hours. It was probably the airline food." "You always did like your food too much, Suzahara," said Hikari, who walked over to the boy's bedside and placed a hand on his forehead. "Mister Aida, are you coming for the dive?" "No," the boy answered, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "I'm staying here with Touji in case it turns out to be more than airline food. He's my friend you know." "But this is the big swim!" Hikari said. The class rep was wearing her one piece swimsuit and a towel around her waist, as if her prude outfit revealed too much _GASP_ leg. "We all get recyclers and five hours of diving time! You can't both miss it!" Touji groaned, clearly in pain. "I've got a grade three diving license from the courses my Dad took me on," said Kensuke. "Maybe later, if Touji gets better, we can go on our own." "The resort management will never allow that," fretted Hikari. "Even if you do have a license. You'd have to ask for permission. Special permission. Extra special permission. Even then, I'd have to go with you as class rep, and that would need very extra special permission. I don't know how to get that." Touji moaned, clutching at his guts theatrically. "We'll be fine," said Kensuke, clearly resolved to miss out on the best dive of the entire trip for the sake of friendship. Wipe a tear from your eye. "It doesn't matter either way, it's just a stupid swim." Touji groaned again. Hikari looked down at the boy in sympathy, her brown eyes trapped by his discomfort. Finally deciding, the brunette ducked down and kissed Touji on the forehead. "Poor Touji," she said, "I'll ask them myself. I'll make sure that you two get to swim when you get better." Smiling at Touji, Hikari straightened and left the room, mincing ever so slightly. Once she was gone, Touji stopped groaning and sat up. "She's so NICE. Disgustin'," he said, stopping his 'I am in horrible pain' performance. "Damn, I hope we haven't missed out on the dive for real." "We've gotten something way better than some lousy dive, Touji. I think it worked. I think she'll do it." "Didn't you hear her? She'd need extra heavy pepperoni with anchovies." "Touji, you like your food too much. 'Very extra special permission' is easy for a babe like Hikari to get. She responsible, she's competent, and no man on Earth could resist those freckles." ************************************************************** "This isn't a plugsuit, it's a sauna bath!" complained Asuka in the sweltering entry plug of unit 2. Encased in the D type armor, the red eva was descending through the lava, equipped with an electromagnetic cage to capture the 8th angel. "Depth is twenty two fifty," said Maya through the radio. "She's approaching the estimated target depth." "Great, we can finish this and go home," said Asuka. Somehow the oversized plug suit managed to be uncomfortably tight, sticky, wet, too warm and too clumsy, all at the same time. The enormous waistline it gave her was humiliating, giving no hint to the outside world that the girl contained inside the suit was slim and gorgeous. What was worse was that Kaji had seen her in it! "That was so embarrassing!" The handsomely stubbled man had said something about wanting to see her in action, 'like you and Ayanami were before'. "I wonder what he meant by that?" Asuka thought. "Unit 2 has reached the target depth." Asuka gasped suddenly as she saw a dark shape in the lava. "I can see it! I'm going to attempt capture on this pass!" ************************************************************** The manager of the resort had not been able to resist Hikari's freckles. Hikari Horaki, Touji Suzahara and Kensuke Aida swam through the dark waters of submerged Okinawa, breathing recycled air from their scuba kits. They were alone, since the rest of the class had gone earlier. Hikari had missed out on the first dive, busy trying to convince the resort co-ordinator to let Touji and Kensuke go diving once Suzahara had recovered. The man had relented on the condition that they all take transmitters in case of an emergency, and that Hikari went along as class rep to watch if they got into any mischief. Of course the plan was that when they DID get into mischief, and boy were they going to, Hikari wouldn't be awake to see it! The three surfaced in what appeared to be a pre impact corporate boardroom, long disused. "What is this place?" asked Touji, looking around the surprisingly dry and warm chamber. Light fed into the room through the windows, which were still intact despite the flooding. "My dad showed me this place. We've actually above sea level right now, all the air we need. This old skyscraper was mostly flooded during the second impact but a few levels are still above water." "Strange," said Hikari, looking at the worn polish on the big boardroom table, "I always wanted to get into a management job somewhere, working at a table like this one, responsible for the people under me...but is this place safe?" The girl hadn't felt comfortable wearing her modest one-piece swimsuit, and so had added a T shirt over the top that hung half way down her thighs. As she lifted the front of her shirt to wring out the wet cloth, she turned away from the boys to hide her 'panties'. "Fuck it but she's so DECENT," thought Touji. Meanwhile, Kensuke answered Hikari's question. "Rock solid. Dad and I have camped here before. It's absolutely perfect." "Perfect for what?" asked the brunette, a little suspicious. Kensuke stammered, almost giving the game away. "Uh, a break. We'll take a break, maybe a bit of a snooze if anyone's tired. Here, I brought some food." Aida unsealed a waterproof thermo-container, the smell of warm food wafting upwards. Hikari clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful Mister Aida," she exclaimed. "How considerate of you!" "Very," agreed Touji. It was the only way they were sure they could get the girl to take the formula 9 sleeping drug. ************************************************************** The capture operation had been successful, the magnetic cage locking around the angelic chrysalis. But that only lasted a moment before a terrible sound emerged from the cocoon. "It's going crazy!!" It was all Asuka managed to say before she realized that she wasn't in unit 2 anymore. "Oh crap, not again..." Her body rocked, her inflated plugsuit wobbling. Her new situation quickly dawned on her. Asuka Langley Sohryu was still wearing her depth-resistant plugsuit, which still did nothing for her figure. She was hanging by some sort of harness that was around her chest under the red suit, with cables and lines suspending her...the same cables that she knew were suspending unit 2. There wasn't any lava, instead she felt as if she were hanging in air. She also felt very uncomfortable in her private places: the harness had some strap of some sort under the plugsuit that was digging into her tenderness down in there in a VERY perverted way! Looking down Sohryu could see the angel, trapped in a death-grip between her long legs. The 8th angel was a vaguely human shape that struggled and thrashed. Asuka grabbed its tentacle-like arms, determined to keep the upper hand. "Oh no you don't!" she exclaimed, trying to keep a grip on the monster between her thighs, determined not to let it escape! The angel groaned horribly, its unformed hands reaching for her, its muscles morphing and twisting as it struggled. Asuka almost recoiled in horror, but kept her long legs wrapped around it anyway. "Stay captured you stupid angel, okay!?!" The monster's body began to thicken, its arms stretching, its vaguely human face twisting into something else entirely! ************************************************************** Hikari had succumbed to the sleeping formula surprisingly quickly. With eager, groping hands Touji and Kensuke stripped her to her swimsuit, lifting and lying her down on the disused boardroom table. "Strange," said Kensuke as he and Suzahara took turns fondling the sleeping girl's breasts and thighs, "She always wanted to get into management. And now she'll manage to get us into her. Instead of having people working under her, she'll be under people working her!" "Are you finished being perverted?" demanded Touji as he slipped his fingers under the crotch of Hikari's swimsuit, massaging the schoolgirl's moistening pussy lips. "No," said Kensuke, "But okay. Time we started documenting." "Not for the net," warned Touji. Kensuke grimaced. "What am I, an idiot? We'll be on the tape too, and that would be pretty dumb. If someone got a hold if it, we'd be fucked." Aida opened another watertight container and pulled out his camera. Checking the disc and the batteries, he pointed it at Hikari's slender body. "Ready." "One other thing, I want first go." "Huh?" "I just..." he glanced at the unconscious girl. "I want Hikari." "Relax, the dose will keep her out for three hours. We'll both get plenty of turns." Aida moved around the table where Hikari lay, zooming in and out of her body and face. "Start her up, buddy." Touji reached for Hikari's white-clad breasts, rubbing the mounds slightly. The fabric was wet from the swim, her nipples showing faintly through the cloth as two dark circles. "She's so pretty," he said, pushing at her tits. The class rep shifted, turning her head in her sleep! Touji froze, looking at Kensuke. "Don't worry, normal reaction," said the camera boy. "She'll get noisy too, but don't let it worry you. She'll be out for 3 hours, guaranteed." Touji laughed nervously. "Well, time for the ticket seller." He took the shoulder bands of Hikari's swimsuit and yanked them down to her waist, a sharp motion that left the girl's suddenly exposed breasts jiggling! "Oh wow," he said softly at the sight of her tits with their large brown nipples. They were bigger than he had expected, a bit larger and more developed than Asuka's or Rei's. They were nowhere near competing with Misato's delicious breasts, but they were enough for a man to bury his face in! Touji did so. "Mmmmmm," he said, taking one of Hikari's soft nipples into his mouth and got to work. His other hand pushed her suit down further, sliding down her stomach to touch her soft pubes. "Great stuff here, keep going," said Kensuke. "Try to push her tits around some more!" Suzahara spent a few minutes playing with Hikari's breasts, while the sleeping class rep shivered in her sleep, her lips trying to form words. Touji took both her boobs in his hands, the schoolgirl's now-stiff nipples pointing upwards as he bit and nibbled on them. Hikari's lips parted again. "Uhhh... bad... girl..." "Thank God this thing has audio," Kensuke whispered. ************************************************************** "Damn it, stop being a prick!" Asuka shouted. The angel had transformed into a large, muscular shape with a vast, multi-tongued mouth and tentacle arms that ended in cup-like suckers. Its body was far too large for Asuka's legs to hold on to, far too heavy for her to support. It was then that Asuka realized that the angel wasn't trying to get away. "Fuck, it wants ME!" she yelled. Two elongated arms lashed around her, grabbing at the plugsuit seals beneath her breasts! Yanking hard it caused her suit to deflate, which left Asuka draped in a mass of red fabric. "What the hell?!" Her plugsuit unsealed and split open across the shoulders, dragged down by its own weight. Grabbing the suit, she pulled it up to her breasts as she felt the monster slip out from between her legs. "Damn, it got away!" But the angel didn't have escape on its mind! It flew through the emptiness eerily, circling Asuka, waiting for a chance to attack. The girl hung helplessly in her harness, unable to turn to follow the monster's movements. When the creature struck, it struck her from behind! Asuka Langley Sohryu screamed as she felt the monster grip the ass of her plugsuit, bunching the sagging material and hauling backwards. Terrible pressure built up across her breasts for a second before the suit tore open from neck to crotch, the angel ripping it away from Asuka's body. In one horrible second, it stripped the pilot of unit 2 naked apart from her suspending harness! "Shame!" the monster bubbled. The redhead shrieked in embarrassment, her hands clutching at her boobs, her knees coming up to her chest as her ankles crossed. Her harness offered her no decency, leaving her breasts completely uncovered almost as if on purpose! The groin strap was even worse, a single centimeter-thick cord that crept up into the crack of her ass, and even worse into her pussy! "Shame!" Asuka sobbed as her skin crawled, her thighs rubbing together as she writhed from the humiliation! Tears sprang into her eyes, part of her trying to hide from the horrible shame, part of her already praying for the angel to move on to the next stage of her rape, and part of her dreading the helpless ecstasy that would come with that violation. The second child screamed as a fresh surge of humiliation poured into her, making her heart leap in her chest and her stomach turn over as images of her naked body blasted into her mind. "Shameshameshameshameshame..." ************************************************************** "Shame, shame, shame, on our responsible class rep," said Touji, pulling Hikari's swimsuit off her feet, removing the last of her modesty! "Carelessly letting'r pussy come into de view of two such disreputable boys. What a terrible thing to do. Shame, shame, shame." The sleeping girl was now naked on the table, her swimsuit tossed aside. Suzahara stepped back let Kensuke's camera record Hikari's bared body from every angle. Her cute little eyebrows were creased in a frown, as if disapproving her indecent condition. Her mouth opened slightly as Aida moved her body around, spreading her legs for the camera, touching her tits to demonstrate their supple softness, twisting her nipples to keep them erect. Touji licked his lips. "What punishment does dis horrible trans... transgretch... horrible crime deserve? I'd say... a good hour of fucking." Hikari gasped! Touji looked at Kensuke, suddenly worried. "Are you sure she's asleep?" "She's asleep, mostly." "Whaddayamean, MOSTLY???" "Enforced surface sleep. Light dreaming. Stuff like that. She'll react to some things, but she won't remember a thing. Trust me." Touji hesitated, then moved up to Hikari's face, leaning forward to whisper in her ear. "Class rep," he said, "You're going to cum today." The brunette shifted a little in her sleep, her lips opening in an O as she moaned. "Sugi... love you, but..." "What'd she say? Sugi?" "Forget it Touji," said Aida, "Keep going. The clock is ticking." Touji hesitated, nervous, but kissed Hikari on the lips. He was cautious despite Kensuke's reassurances. His tongue gently pushed into her mouth. She tasted of the rice from lunch, and faintly of salt and seawater. Suzahara ducked down, kissing the schoolgirl's breasts, his lips working gently down to her hips. He knelt between Hikari's legs, his excitement growing. He took hold of her soft thighs and placed them over his shoulders, bringing his face close to the girl's petals. He took another look at the class rep's face. "Hey Hikari, how's dis for liking my food too much?" he smiled, and kissed his lips to Hikari's pussy, pushing his tongue into her soft, tight opening! The sleeping girl gave a soft cry of pleasure, her body tensing for a fraction of a second before relaxing again. Touji continued to work on Hikari's pussy: the responsible class rep was getting exactly what she deserved. ************************************************************** "SHAME!" The angel latched onto Asuka's flailing body, a long tongue skillfully snaking out and hooking the groin-strap of the redhead's support harness! The sensation of its saliva lubricating her pussy was made doubly humiliating by the monster's AT field. The tongue pulled, snapping the strap and making most of the harness useless. Asuka nearly fell: her hands grabbed at what used to be the shoulders of the harness, saving her from falling down into infinity with only the angel for company. The problem was that with her hands supporting her, she couldn't do anything to fight against the angel! Its vast, toothless, multi-tongued mouth sealed around her vulnerable hindquarters. Her legs were forced up and apart, leaving her pussy and ass pointing down into the monster's mouth! Asuka looked down in horror and humiliation at the angel that seemed to be swallowing her up to the hips. "This is gross!" Asuka could feel its tongues at work, taking turns sliding from her ass to her clitoris! The muscular organs pushed into her slightly as they moved, lubricating her for the fucking she knew was going to follow. The girl could feel her pussy softening, moist under the touch of the angel's tongues. The lips of Asuka's sex parted slightly as each giant intruder slid over them. It was horribly humiliating. Asuka begged and sobbed, the creature's AT field charging her body with shame. "Stop doing that!" she cried, every touch against her petals making her quake in horror and disgust. "Stop it, please!!!" The monster responded by sending two tentacles up to clamp their suckers onto her tits! The german girl shrieked as the suction drew her boobs deep into the angel's grip, pulling her breasts out uncomfortably. It was horrible, and made even worse by the creature's AT field magnifying every shame and embarrassment a hundredfold! Asuka cringed as her most private parts were suddenly drenched in the monster's saliva, the angel filling its mouth with fluid. She could feel it, warm and wet, seeping into her openings! "OH THIS IS SO DISGUSTING!!!" she howled, her cry of nausea replaced by a yelp of pain as the angel tugged at her suction-sealed tits, one after the other. And the monster was still rubbing its tongues along her crack, pushing from asshole to clitoris. Its sickeningly intrusive movements began to speed up! Clear fluid seeped from where the creature's lips met her bare skin. It ran along her thighs, dribbling down her calves. The monster mashed her boobs, manipulating the already tortured mounds, pulling them away from her chest, crushing them back, squeezing them together, tugging at her soft titflesh until Asuka cried out in pain and humiliation! She knew that as long as she needed both arms to keep herself from falling she would be helpless to stop the angel's fun. Desperate, Asuka tried to hook the straps around her left hand even as she cried out in humiliation. If she could just free up one hand! The redhead's wails of shame were replaced by fresh screams of outrage as the tongues pushed simultaneously into her pussy and asshole! The soft but muscular organs slowly widened her tight openings, sliding into her well-lubricated passages. As if to remind her, the suction on her tits suddenly yanked hard on her nipples. The helpless pilot of unit 2 shrieked in disgust and discomfort, with only one thought running through her mind: Why doesn't the creature finish humiliating her and get to the AT field forced orgasms? Asuka Langley Sohryu voiced her thoughts in a different way. "WHEN THE FUCK IS THIS FUCKING THING JUST GOING TO FUCKING WELL FUCK ME?!?!?!??!?" ************************************************************** "I was wondering when you were going to fuck her," said Kensuke, zooming his camera on the double ribbed condom on Touji's cock. "Shuddup," answered the other boy, one of his hands at Hikari's pussy lips while the other guided his dick to her opening. Her tightness made his entry difficult. Touji gasped at the sensation of his dick caught in the velvet vice of Hikari's passage! The class rep moaned as the heavily ribbed cock slowly filled her passage. "I could get to like that sound," grinned Touji, rubbing at the sleeping girl's clitoris, drawing more soft cries from her. Kensuke's camera stayed on the class rep's face. "More of that Touji, that was pure gold!" Suzahara continued to caress the girl's most tender places, within a few minutes bringing the brunette to a whimpering orgasm that clenched her pussy and squeezed Touji's cock like a dream. "I don't think one little orgasm is enough for our class rep," said Suzahara, continuing to massage the girl's privates. She tightened around his dick, and he couldn't resist making a single quick thrust in and out of her. Kensuke zoomed in on choice parts of Hikari's body. "More of that, and harder." "I don't want ta hurt her," Touji said, moving gently, fucking the girl one careful thrust at a time. He paused to rub her slit again, his eyes drinking in the vision of the naked Hikari Horaki. "Da guy who Hikari gives herself to's the luckiest in the world," he said as he stroked her. Hikari was intoxicating. Her face was framed with her wet hair, her mouth was open as she moaned in distress. Her tits jiggled with each push into her. Touji grabbed her breasts hungrily, squeezing and fondling for a second before returning his hands to the class rep's neat thatch, to play with her clitoris even more, slowing his pumping down torturously. He almost drooled at the sight of Hikari's pussy, folds of tender pink flesh that he teased at will, her petals stretching to allow Suzahara's sheathed cock into her most secret of secrets! The feeling of being inside Hikari Horaki was incredible! The combination of her jiggling tits and her incredibly tight pussy finally overcame Suzahara. He stopped playing with her cunt and simply held her legs apart as he pumped faster, harder, plunging deeper into the drugged girl. Hikari moaned in her sleep, louder and more desperate. Touji pulled the girl's legs up over his shoulders as he did her in a 69, his free hands grabbing her tits and squeezing hard. Hikari suddenly yelped, cumming yet again in her sleep, her pussy choking Touji's cock even tighter than before! Suzahara gasped as Hikari's orgasm milked him painfully. He exploded in his condom, shuddering with the release and grimacing as Hikari cummed once more, her convulsing pussy dragging more semen out of him! "My God that's so good!" he groaned. Hikari moaned a few more times as Touji lowered her legs, having some difficulty pulling his aching dick clear of the girl's opening. "...Sugi," she managed, "I asked you not to..." Kensuke continued to film, zooming in on the class rep's face, then panning down her breasts as they rose and fell with her rapid breathing, then down to her soaked pussy. "Sugi," said Touji suddenly, staring at the girl's face. "Huh?" "Sugi was dat senior that Hikari went out wit a few months back, right?" "Oh yeah, I heard about that. I thought he dumped her for some chick in the orchestra." Touji gaped as he stared at the unconscious Hikari Horaki. "Holy shit, Kensuke, when I put it in her she wasn't a virgin! There was nothing in the way, or anything! Sugi must have done her! And after dey broke up he told everyone she was frigid!" "Wow!" said Kensuke, his camera returning to Hikari's sleeping face. "Our class representative is the little teenaged slut!" "Dat's a bit unfair, innit?" said Touji, trying to remove his swollen condom without splattering himself. "I'm including today." "Oh." Kensuke handed Touji the camera. "Follow the action my man. It's my turn show Miss Horaki the joy of managing to get into people into her." ************************************************************** Asuka bucked and bounced, the tongues in her pussy and ass alternating their thrusts into her. The angel still kept her body charged with AT field forced shame. The second child sobbed between yelps of discomfort, crying out in pain as once again her sucker-held tits were yanked around. "When is this stupid thing going to stop?!?!" the redhead wailed, her violated ass and pussy burning from the continuous pumping. The angel mashed her tits around again, doubling Asuka's humiliation with another jolt from its AT field! Up and down, back and forth, Asuka Langley Sohryu rode on the double penetration, wailing in shame and crying out in discomfort. She could feel the angel's tongues pushing ever deeper into her, thickening, sometimes soft and pliant, sometimes hard and muscular. The girl howled out as her pussy was stretched just a little wider, letting more of the monster into her. She howled again a second later as it pushed deeper into her ass. "Oh please, just make it stop, please!!!" she begged, praying that the monster could hear her and would have at least a little pity on the helplessly fucked girl. If the angel understood her it gave no signal, apart from slowly speeding up its demonic pumping of her too-small openings with its too-large tongues! "Oh fuck no, please fuck no!!!" Asuka managed before giving up on speech and falling back on pathetic yelps, sobs, and whimpers. A tiny part of her mind screamed in rage, building up strength for a final last stand. Drawing on this, Asuka concentrated on winding her left hand around in the straps, freeing up her right arm for her counterattack whenever she got the chance. She tried to ignore the sensation of double penetration, which was very impossible, but at least she could plan a little. "Make it cum," thought Asuka, bouncing and whimpering. "Where?" It mashed her tits together. "Where is it?" Saliva dribbled along her thighs. "It's got to have one!" The girl's blue eyes rolled around as she limply looked about her, trying to find... There it was! The angel's cock, an elongated tentacle thing, floating in the air as Asuka was raped. It was just over there, nearly in reach... Asuka screamed as the monster changed tactics, ramming both tongues deep into her body at the same time! What made the sensation so much more powerful was that the angel was finally using its AT field to make her cum! "AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!!" Asuka wailed in pleasure and relief. She stiffened, shrieking and gasping, then almost went limp as they both pulled completely out of her. "Finally," she gasped. With perverse delight the angel thrust both tongues into the pilot again, making the helpless girl shriek again! Asuka almost didn't want to fight back. The monster was finally making her orgasm, and it felt GREAT. The incredible pleasure she remembered from the other angels' attacks was in her body again, driving her mad with ecstasy. Maybe she could just wait for a while and enjoy it... "No!" she thought. "I have to win! It's cock is just over there...I'll only get one shot at it!" Bucking as she was fucked, Asuka watched the 8th angel's cock as it waved around, sometimes close, sometimes far away. She waited, helplessly pounded and occasionally yanked by her tits, hoping desperately for the thing to come close enough for her to make that one big grab. Before she realized it she had the angel's dick in the firm grip of her right hand! The monster growled, realizing it was vulnerable. The muscular cock tried to pull away from the girl but Asuka held it tightly, bringing her mouth up and over its surprisingly small head. Her lips clamped around it while her tongue polished its purple hardness. The 8th angel growled again, saliva gushing from its mouth as its lips peeled back. "CUM!" It smashed her with all the pleasure it could bring to bear. "MMMMMMMMPPPPHHHH!!!!" Asuka managed, desperately sucking on the angel's dick as every part of her body shook with ecstasy. The angel redoubled its efforts, tongues blurring into her with incredibly speed! Pleasure sparked through her body like electricity, every movement turning into an orgasm! But through it all Asuka sucked as hard as she could, her tongue frantically working on the creature's member. It became a race to see which would succumb first: the angel to her sucking, or Asuka to its fucking! ************************************************************** They had positioned Hikari on her hands and knees, her tits dangling as Kensuke positioned her mouth on his strawberry condom-sheathed dick. Her lips closed around it unconsciously, her tongue touching the sweet-flavored member! "That's it," Kensuke encouraged, "Good job class rep. You've earned your place on the boardroom table." Gripping her head, Aida bobbed Hikari up and down on his dick. He wondered briefly if she was dreaming of a strawberry lollypop or something weird, because the schoolgirl was definitely responding. Her lips closed on his penis, her tongue rubbing against its sweet sheath. "Mmmm mmm mmmm," she murmured around Kensuke's cock! "Holy cow this is some fucked up shit," said Touji, zooming in on the steadily sucking girl. He circled, recording the action from all sides. "Damn it I can't take it anymore." Suzahara set the camera down on one side of the table, positioned to catch Hikari in frame. With a fresh double-ribbed on, the boy grabbed Hikari by the hips and slowly pushed his penis into her tight pussy! "Mmmmm mmmmm mmmm MMMMM!" the class rep moaned, trying to say something around Aida's length. Kensuke gritted his teeth, coming close to ejaculating. He pushed the girl's head up, slipping his dick out of her mouth and stripping the condom off. "What are you doing?" asked Touji, grunting as he pushed deeper into Hikari and loved every second of it. "I'm going to do what someone should have done to Hikari a long time ago," Aida said. "Flip her over." Hikari moaned again as Touji withdrew his cock from her pussy in order to place her on her back. Aida straddled the class rep's chest, squeezing the girl's breasts together around his dick. Its shiny head pointed at her face. He pumped briefly in those jiggling tits, and at the last minute pulled back, spraying himself across the girl's boobs! "That was for wearing that stupid shirt over your swimsuit." "No, wait!" shouted Touji, louder than he had intended. Kensuke looked up, surprised. Suzahara hesitated, then spoke. "I think that's going a bit far, man. I mean, this is bad enough." "What's up with you? I thought you were in for this!" "I am, just...not all of this," Touji said, wiping off Hikari's chest with the girl's discarded shirt. "It doesn't feel right...none of this does." Touji looked up. "I think we should stop." "What?" "Stop. You know. Put her clothes back on and stop doing this to her." And then something happened that Kensuke would see as a miracle, and Touji see as fucking weird. Hikari shifted again, licking her lips and murmuring in her sleep. "Bad girl...Touji...more..." The two boys looked at each other. Then Touji hopped onto Hikari, spreading her legs and pushing his cock into her moistness. He pumped vigorously, feeling the schoolgirl's tits against his chest, and cummed explosively in his condom. "That's for wearing anything at all!" he said. ************************************************************** Asuka won! The 8th angel burst in her mouth, a vast spray that shot down her throat before she could pull away. She tore the cock out of her mouth, victorious and confused. She was victorious because the angel was defeated, while she was confused because its spurting had tasted like strawberries. And abruptly the second child was back in her Eva, the throbbing ecstasy of just a bare second before already fading. She could hear Misato's voice on the radio. "Asuka, are you alright!!?" Asuka had never thought she would be so glad to feel that sticky, wet, hot, uncomfortable and clumsy depth-resistant plugsuit around her body again. "Of course I'm all right Misato! All we have to fear is fear itself. THIS was easy." "By the way Asuka, that was only twenty minutes. Congratulations on the fastest solo battle yet." Asuka glowed with pride. She couldn't wait to rub it into Rei later! ************************************************************** Although Asuka's battle had ended, Hikari's ordeal had just begun! Kensuke groaned as his balls ached. He lay to one side of the unconscious schoolgirl, his hands absently playing with her tits. Touji was lying between Hikari's legs, his fingers playing with her opening. Both boys had taken turns savoring Hikari's tight pussy, using a condom in case of an accident. Their dicks ached from being choked in her narrow passage and their balls were drained. For now they were worn out, and mostly just played with the brunette's helpless body, bringing her orgasm after quiet orgasm. The unconscious girl, unlike the guys, seemed to have no problem with cumming again and again. In fact she was almost glowing. Hours passed with fondling and rubbing, working on her breasts and clitoris, bringing soft cries of pleasure from the sleeping girl. But boys will be boys, and Hikari was a beautiful naked girl. Her moans encouraged them, her unwilling climaxes revived their members as time passed. Once again they slipped themselves into her pussy, but didn't have the strength to really go for it. Instead they rubbed the girl some more, stroking her naked body, playing with her opening, bringing her to another climax and letting her tightening pussy milk them even more. By the time Kensuke finally said they should stop and wash the girl before she awoke, they had nearly finished their supply of double-ribbed condoms. But the last laugh would be not on Hikari Horaki. ************************************************************** "Meet you out front," said Kensuke, who left clutching the waterproof container which held the precious camera and disc. "Thanks for your hospitality, Mister Aida," Hikari called out after him. Aida almost stumbled in mid stride, but made it out without falling. When he was gone, the class rep smiled shyly at Touji as she dried her hair with her towel. "I'm sorry I fell asleep. I must have ruined your dive. You could have been swimming through all those amazing ruins if it weren't for me." "Oh, it was no prob," said Touji, trying not to look at the girl. Her honest eyes and cute freckles bothered him. "I'm a coward," he thought. "I'm a coward, you know," Hikari said. "What?" asked Touji, who nearly jumped. "I had wanted something to happen. I really did. But I guess nothing can happen really, unless you ask the other person." "Ask them what?" stammered Touji. Hikari Horaki stepped up to him, stood on tip-toe and kissed him on the mouth. "Nothing," she said. "Nothing wrong happened, not if I asked you to." "Asked... me?" Hikari's smile grew evil. "Run along now you little scamp. Kensuke has some bad news for you. While you're there, tell him that sleeping formula nine doesn't work very well if it's concentrated in one spot. It's visible and can be avoided. Try mixing it in a bit more next time." Touji gaped. "How did you...?" "For goodness sake Touji, I was in Kensuke's chemistry class when he learned how to make the horrible stuff." Hikari left, her completely un-daring swimsuit, shirt and towel concealing just what kind of a girl was underneath. Stunned, Suzahara walked out to find Kensuke sobbing, cradling his camera like a pet just hit by a car. "I don't know what happened!" he wailed. "It's gone! The disc is gone! We must have left it back in the boardroom, or it slipped out during the swim, or something... my God Touji, if someone gets a hold of that disc we're fucked!" Touji simply stared at the Hikari as she walked away. The class rep turned and winked at him. "You're right, Kensuke," said Touji. "We've been fucked." She couldn't be that twisted. No fucking way, Touji thought. ************************************************************** The girls met up at school during baseball practice. The coach was a tall, spindly man and a supporter of the Tokyo3 Strikers baseball team. They called him "Spiderman" behind his back because of his weird shape. "So Hikari," started Asuka, "I'm guessing that with that boring one-piece swimsuit you didn't see any action, huh?" Hikari blushed. "Of course I didn't. I wasn't there to look for 'action'. I had a very pleasant time, knowing that no boys were getting any ideas about me either." "Prude," grinned Asuka, who had no idea. Hikari shrugged a little. "Some clothes just send signals that say 'not interested', and that swimsuit did a good job of keeping me very decent, thank you." Asuka slumped slightly. "Really? Well, I envy you. A nice boring vacation. That would have been something. I wouldn't have minded switching places with you." Hikari nodded in her innocent schoolgirl manner. 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Gagas, gajoombas, gajungas, garbage bags, garbanzos, Garbos, gazingas, gazelles, gazongas, gazoombas, geegees, geminis, Geraldos, girls, girlie bumpers, girlthangs, glad bags, glands, glandular endowments, globelets, globes, glockenspiels, gnugens, gobstoppers, God's greatest creation, God's milk bottles, Godzillas, golden bozos, golden domes, golden globes, gongas, goobers, good bits, goodies, goodyears, goombas, goonas, grab-ems, grapefruits, gravity magnets, great galloping galoogies, great wobblin' wazoobies, grillwork, groodies, groupies, guavas, gubiczas, gumballs, gumdrops, gunboats, guns, guys. Hakuna mutatas, hallelujahs, hammers, hammocks for two, handfuls, handle bars, handholds, handsets, hand warmers, hangers, hanging cucumbers, happy bags, happy pillows, hat hangers, headbangers, headers, head lamps, headlights, headphones, headsets, healthy set of lungs, heavers, heavy duty honeydews, heavy hangers, hechmas (from South Park), hee-haws, hefties, heifers, helicopters, hematomas, hemispheres, hershey kisses, high beams, high pockets, high-rise weather balloons, hills, Himalayas (for large ones on Asian women), hindenburgs, hinderbinders, hippos, ho hos, hobey J's, hogans, home sweet home, honeydews, honeyholders, honkers, honorarium, hood ornaments, hoohas, hoosiers, hooters, hoots, hoovers, horns, horrorshow bolshy groodies, hot air balloons, hot commodities, hotcakes, hottentots, hounds, the, House of Lords, how's your father's, howitzers, howlers, hubba bubbas, hubcaps, huffies, hug bumps, huge maguffies, huggy bears, hugh jooters, human tetherballs, humdingers, humonganoids, humpin' hooters, hurricane lanterns, Hush Puppies, hypnotizers. ICBMs, ice caps, ice cubes, idahos, igloos, implants, inflatables, Ios, ipsedixits, Isaac Newtons, itty bits, itty bitty titties. Jackalopes, jackanapes, jacks, jaggers, jahoobies, jambalayas, jawbreakers, jelly bells, jemimas, jerry-bilts, jersey cities, jebs, jets, jibs, jigglies, jigglers, jiggly wigglies, jobbers, Jordans, jubblies, juggernauts, juggies, jugglies, jugs, jukes, jumblies, jumbo chickpeas, jumbos, junkers. Kabombas, kadooks, kagemushas, kajoobies, kalamazoos, kanchenjungas, kawangas, kayaks, kazongas, kazoos, keepers, kettle drums, kiwis, knicknacks, knobbers, knobs, knockers, kongas, kos, krunks, kumquats, kus kus. La breas, lactating lungs, lactation station, lactic lobes, lacto grenades, lactoids, ladies' boobies, lady bumps, lady lumps, lampoons, launch codes, lean-to's, lefty 'n' righty, lemons, lethal weapons, leverage, lewd muffins, lightbulbs, lindas, lip fodder, little duckies, little man in the boat, llamas, load stones, loaves, loaves of love, lobes, loblollies, lolas, lollies, lollipops, lollos, lolos, long range tanks, lookers, loomas, lost sheep, love balloons, love handles, love jugs, love kegs, love lumps, love melons, love muffins, love pillows, lovelies, low riders, lucky charms, lug 'ems, lulas, lung covers, lung hammers, lung humps, lung nuts, lungs, lungwarts, luscious lip-smackers. Macaroos, madonnas, magnificent pontoons of love, magookins, maguppies, maharanis, mahatmas, majestic mountains, major dongs, major guns, major league yaboes, major league mammaries, major motion picture material, male-madness inducers, mamacitas, mama's pillows, mambazos, mambajahambas, mammalian protuberances, mammarambas, mammaries, mammary glands, mammary lanes, mammies, mams, mamms, mammouth mounds o' fun, man magnets, man puppets, mangos, mappemonde (those old fashioned maps showing two hemispheres), maracas, marangos, maraschinos, marbles, margaritas, marimbas, marshmallows, massage pillows, matching headlights, mau maus, mausers, mazongas, McFloppities, McGees, meatbags, meatballs, meat loaves, meat pillows, meat puppets, melon patch, melons, mesmerizers, milk bags, milk bladders, milk bombs, milk bottles, milk cans, milk Duds, milk fountains, milk jugs, milk kegs, milk makers, milk melons, milk miracles, milk shakes, milk towers, milk wagons, milky sacks of calcium, milky moos, minarets, minesweepers, minnebagos, miras (from the Spanish mirar), missiles, Miss left/right, mobutus, mogambas, mojuba's, the, mommas, mondos, moneymakers, monroes, montezumas, moo moos, moogies, moon pies, moonlight sonatas, mosobs, mother lodes, mounds, mounds of Jello, mountain peaks, mountains, Mount Fujis, mouthwatering scoops of flesh, moveable feast, muchachas, muffins, mulligans, murphies, mushmelons. National Geographics, nature's airbags, nature's founts, nature's little thermometers, naughty bits, naughty pillows, nay-nays, nectarines, neeners, nefertitties, neh-neh, nenes, nevernevers, nibards, niblets, nibs, nice pair of thrupennies, nice set of hands, nice-uns, nichons, nin-nins, ninnies, ninny jugs, nipple-caddies, nipple sundaes, nodes, nodules, noochies, noogies, noonies, norkies, norks (Australian), northern neon-beamed headlights, nortons, nose cones, nuclear warheads, nuggs, nummy juggs, nukes, num-nums. Obelisks, oblations, oboes, omigods, ooh-wah-ah-ah-ah's, oompas, Oppenheimers, oracles, oran, orbs, orly owls, ostrich eggs, ottomans, overhang, overstuffed cushions, overstuffed pillows. Padding, paducahs, pagodas, pair, pair of problems, palms, palookas, Pamelas, pancakes, papayas, parabolas, pare-chocs (bumpers), parrots, part numbers, party bags, party hats, party passes, pastor baiters, pastries, paw patties, peaches, peacocks, peakers, peaks, pears, pebbles, pects, peepers, pencil erasers, pendulums, penis pillows, perkies, perkos, perpetual entertainment, personal flotation devices, pies, Pike's Peaks, pillows, pimples, ping pings, pink-nosed puppies, pinkies, pips, planetoids, pleasant eminences, pleasure mounds, pleasure peaks, plentifuls, plucktifuls, plums, plumpers, plumpies, pneumatic bliss, pods of lust, pokers, polygons, pompoms, ponderosas, pontoons, poppinjays, portable typewriters, potatoes, praise Gods, presidential pair, pretty-pretties, professors, proof that God exists, protuberances, PT boats, pumpkin patch, pumpkins, pumps, puppies, pushmatahas, pyramids. Quakers, quantities, quantum heaps, quasars, queen-missiles, quit-its, quonset huts. Rack, rackage, radar domes, radials, raisins, Ralph Waldo Emersons, rampolenes, Rangoons, rat bashers, Raquels, raspberry ripples, reasons to live, red carpets, resume, the, rib balloons, rib bumpers, rib cushions, rib flaps, rivets, roberts, rockets, Rockies, Romans, roploplos, rositas, rotors, rotundas grandes, roundabouts, roundies, roundtrippers, round mounds of get down, ruby reds, Rudolphs, running lights. Saggers, saggies, salamanders, sams, sandbags, Sapphos, satellites, schmeebs on those nortons, schooners, scones, scooby snacks, scoops, scud missiles, searchlights, set, shabba-dos, shakers, shebas, shelf, shermans, Sherman tanks, shimmies, shirt potatoes, shirt stuffers, shivarees, shlobes, shmozobs, shock absorbers, shoe buffers, show stoppers, Sierra Madres, silos, silver stars, sin pillows, sisters, skeeter bites, skeeter chews, ski slopes, ski slopes to Heaven, skin sacks, slappers, slutskers, smart set, smoothies, smuggling raisins, snack rack, snack trays, snoogans, snootchie bootchie nootchies, snorbs, snow cones, snow tires, snowy prominences, snuggle pups, sockdollagers, sopapillas, space aliens, spark plugs, specials, speed bags, speed bumps, spheres, spinaroonies, splazoingas, spongecakes, spontaneous combustibles, spooge buttons, spuds, squashers, squeaky toys, stacks, stash in the dash, stocking stuffers, strap tangers, stratus-spheres, stress busters, stripper's ATMs, stuff, stuffing, stun grenades, sturgeons, sucklebags, sugar cubes, sugar melons, sugar plums, super droopers, supernauts, sultanas, sweater bumpers, sweater cows, sweater kittens, sweater meat, sweater melons, sweater mittens, sweater puffs, sweater puppets, sweater puppies, sweater stuffers, sweat glands, sweetrolls. Ta-tas, Tahitis, talents, tallapoosas, tamales, tambourines, tankers, tassels, tastycakes, tater tots, tats, tatters, tatties, tattlers, teacups, teatolas, teats, tee pees, teetees, teeters, tentacles, terrible twos, terrible twosome, tetons, thangs, thank yous, they're in my face! (For short people), thingamajigs, thingamajugs, thingies, things, thoughtful orbs, thousand pities, thirty-eights, thrupennies (Cockney rhyming slang: "tits"), thrupenny bits (Cockney rhyming slang: "tits"), thwackers, ticket punchers, ticket sellers, tidbits, tig bitties, tig ol' bitties, time stoppers, time zones, tiots (tee-ots), tippers, tishomingos, titbits, tits, titskis, titter, titties, Titticacas, titty tats, TNT's, tobacco pouch, tomatoes, tom-toms, tongue depressors, tongue twisters, tonsils, toolbags, tooters, tootsie pops, Top bollocks, top bollox, top heavy, Tora Boras, torpedoes, tortillas, tortugas, totos, totties, towers, towering twin peaks, tracts of land (Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference), traffic stoppers, treasure (sunken chest), tribbles, triple D's, turaluras, twangers, tweakers, tweekers, tweeters, twin cities, twin mounds, twin peaks, twins, the, two puppies in a burlap bag, twofers, tympanis, type 2s. Uberalles, U-boats, udders (also 'Udds'), uhurus, umbrellas, umlauts, umpa lumpas, unidentified bouncing objects, upper karoos, upper ten, USDAs, utopia. Van Dorens, victrolas, volcanoes, volksvanins, volumes, volvos, voos. Wa-wa pedals, wabs, wahwahs, waldos, Wally Jumblatts, Wally wispoppers, Walters, wanna Bs, warheads, warts, water balloons, watermelons, weapons, weapons of mass distraction (WMD's), wedding tackle, whammers, whapoons, whatchacallems, whim whams, white rabbits, whoo-hoos, whoopies, whoppers, wibbly wobbly wonders, widebodies, wigglers, wigwams, wilsons, windbags, windjammers, windmills, windshield wipers, winnebagos, wipers, wobblers, wobbly-bobbly funbags, woman-pecs, womanhood, wonder twins, wonderments, wongas, wonkas, woodymakers, woofers, wookies, wopbopaloobops, workbench, World Trade Centers, wows, wreaths. Xenoliths, X-rateds, X-ray glasses, xylophones. Yabbos, yabos, yahoos, yahtzees, yam bags, yams, yanni, yayas, yazoos, yeast dough, ying yangs, yippies, yitties, yolandas, yomamas, yoo-hoos, yowsers, yubees, yum-yums, yummies, yugos. Z-bras, zeppelins, ziggurats, ziggys, zingers, zippys, zonkers, zoom zooms, zoombas, zoomers, zwiebacks, ZZ Tops. Ammayi bayili (Telugu); An Bord Bainne (Irish-language. Literally, "The Milk Board", the organisation which oversees the dairy industry in Ireland); avant-postes (outposts); avant-scenes (Apron - of stage);, Bakunyuu (enormous breasts in Japanese); boites-a-Lait (milk bottles); brustwarzen (German, lit. breast warts); avanteges; amortisseurs (shock absorbers); balcon; channulu (Telugu); chuchi (Hindi); deux oeufs sur la plat (French: two eggs on a plate); du monde au balcon (French; size-dependent: literally, "to have the world on one's balcony"); Fahrvergnügens (from the Volkswagen advertising campaign); flotteurs; genaustahagens; gomas (Spanish); grand jeans (French); grand tetons; il y a du beau monde (said of a generously endowed woman - literally "Here we have some nice people".); kyonyuu (huge breasts in Japanese); mamas (Portuguese word for normal size tits); maminhas (Portuguese word for small tits); mamões (Portuguese word for big tits; the fact it's the same word for papayas makes an opportunity for puns); matiti (Swahili); melones (Spanish); oppai (Japanese); orejitas (Spanish); pechos (Latin American Spanish); tatas (corruption of Tetas); tetas (Portuguese); tetas (Spanish); tette (Italian); Titti and Totti (German). 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