Episode 36: Absinthe Minded

9:15 AM! Two weeks ago! Charleston, South Carolina!

“What an exhausting drive from Raleigh. It may have only been under a five-hour trip but with no one to talk to it was so boring. Monet and I really should have flown up here from Atlanta and rented a car. Next time, I will not be so stupid. I simply wanted bonding time with my daughter before ... losing her.”

Mona Cherry-Belmont pouted as she came upon a roadblock on Highway I-95 South. With a long halt in traffic, she was stuck there for nearly twenty minutes before the procession moved along. “What in the world is going on here? Was there a traffic accident?”

Opting to turn on her radio and rifle through stations she came upon a news channel explaining the events unfolding over the last two days. Listening carefully, she heard a reporter mentioning shootings both here in Charleston and further south in a small town called Caretaker. The story involved the discovery of a body belonging to a long missing tribal elder in a local Santee reservation. Further information led to a shooting on the REZ by one of their own cameramen.

“Good lord! What is the world coming to?”

Story continuing the news personality revealed a small war outside of the FBI Headquarters there in Charleston resulting in the traffic jam to prevent bringing folks into harm’s way. What she learned was this particular clusterfuck was due to less the warfare and more in an extraction. The war actually took place two days prior with chilling reports of what appeared like a ninja battle with the FBI outside of their home base. Insanity escalated from there.

Having heard enough, Mona shut her radio off and prepared to call her baby sister Bree. Hands free of course! What stopped her was traffic moving quicker in the next lane over. A big blue pickup truck moved next to Mona in the slowed-up lanes. Looking over as the trailer was directly beside her, she spotted a large cage inside the truck bed. Expecting maybe dogs she spotted the blonde curls of a woman. Rolling her window down she heard the hydraulic sounds of a sex machine accompanying the woman’s deafening moans of pleasure.

“Oh, my God! That poor woman.”

As the truck was allowed ahead of Mona, she could actually see the woman’s face for the first time. A one Pamper Rose Ryder smiled as she blew sweaty curls from her face. Seeing Mona, she fluttered her fingers in a pleasant manner just before her eyes rolled white over incurring an orgasm. “I have seen it all.” Not even close!

Hindered by further delays, the truck moved ahead and up came a car pulling a flatbed trailer. A second wide-open cage had another woman, this one looking of Native American heritage. As with the blonde in the truck this female was naked and also enduring a sex machine. Rather, three machines. Pussy, ass and mouth. The woman remained proud and accepting the sun in her glossy skin. Special lotions prevented her from burning.

“That is so wrong. Those poor women made to look as if slaves.” Only the one on the flatbed. Managing to pull forward and meeting eyes with the passenger of the car Mona leaned out waving to attract attention. A woman her own age glanced over as Mona yelled out. “What is that all about?”

The passenger rolled her window down and sighed. “Don’t ask! Trust me I’m not happy about it myself. Even worse, I just found out that she’s my niece. Well, kind of. Long story! Drive safely. The city is under siege.” With that Matilda Cooper returned to her air conditioning and ignored Mona.

“Siege?” Now Mona was becoming tense. “How is it my life revolves around chaos. First Monet showing her true colors back in Raleigh, then the Round family seducing me. For God’s sake I should have really forced Monet to come back to Atlanta. I just know this whole seminary school thing is going to hell.” Most definitely! Live and learn Ms. Belmont! It only gets more complicated from here.

Across the city a morning ritual was unfolding.

Yoga each day before classes became a constant, therefore even days off exercise became a ritual. Nude yoga at that. Fucking exhibitionists! Of course, this was the weekend, so, no classes for Bree Cherry and her lover Shelby Wong led to hijinks before coffee. With her sister Mona on the way, Bree needed to get this act out of the way before her arrival.

“Here she comes.” Shelby warned Breanna as her blonde beauty stood on her hands with her feet propped along the frame of large glass panels to each side of their front door. Without looking for herself, Bree relied on Shelby across from her.

Walking up outside of their front door to deposit mail was their usual letter carrier Oakley Anderson, the hottest mail delivery gal in Charleston. The buxom brunette in her own right loved this particular block. At least once a week Oakley had the honor of seeing Bree’s perfected body in some form of position. Never once had they spoken, but Oakley certainly appreciated the show. Yes, Oakley was a lesbian.

“Is she drooling?” Bree giggled!

“I know I am. We really should actually say hi to her.”

“Testing the waters first. Like we agreed, Wong.”

“Right! Tasting the waters. I’d rather taste her.”

“I said test ... ok, taste, same thing.”

Enough was enough! Reaching their mailbox Oakley withheld depositing junk mail. Standing there she simply folded her arms and smiled, watching as Bree stretched. Removing her feet from the framing she lifted her legs straight up into the air. Vagina smirking, Bree then performed a lovely, divided splits in midair. Now her vagina was blowing Oakley a kiss. Moving to her left Oakley admired Shelby Wong’s Korean cuteness. Very nice!

“Ballet lessons paid off.” Bree snickered, still refusing to look up at Oakley.

“Marial arts got me where I am today.”

“Twat Fu? F.U is fuck you.”

“Something like that. She’s in no hurry to walk away.” Feet only in her field of vision. Outside, Oakley used her cellphone to take video of both beauties. She suspected this show was on purpose and for her, so why not have something to remember them by.

“I can’t hold my position any longer.”

Bree sighed! Lowering her legs she gently lost balance and her lower body fell in the direction of the glass. Without support her butt squashed into it as if a suction cup, her cunt leaving a lovely wet mark on the pane. Oakley busted up laughing as she recorded it. Deciding she needed to officially meet the dynamic duo she knocked on the glass. Bree then peered up through her legs and rolled into a tumble until lying on her yoga mat over the entry tile. Looking back at Oakley she feigned a blush then razzed her with her tongue.

Instead of razzing her back, Oakley wagged an index finger at Bree then dared to lick the exterior glass where her vagina had left a stain. Bree looked over at Shelby now, sitting at her side on the mat.

“I think Pony Express delivered us a playmate.”

“We better say hi before she has to go finish her deliveries.” In a hurry both women jumped to their feet and unlocked the front door. Bree, opening it met her carrier with a giggle.

“Hey! How’s the stamp licking business?”

“Only tramp stamp licking for me.” Oakley chuckled! “Well, tramps at least.”

“We finally meet.” Shelby fluttered her fingers. “After all these months.”

“Why take so long? I’m easy going.”

“Easy on the eyes too.” Bree flirted! “Harder on the thighs.”

“Wow! You two don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Only months of admiring you. I guess we just needed to size you up before making fools of ourselves.”

“Need a drink of water to wash down the taste of the glass? Sadly, we haven’t washed the exterior since moving in here.”

“Might need something harder than that. I’ll live. I’m Oakley!”

“Bree and Shelby.”

“I gathered that from your mail.” She offered Bree the stack of envelopes. “I wish I had more time. I have a full day ahead of me. Honestly, with the craziness going on in town I’m shocked the mail is being delivered. I guess that’s only rain, sleet, or snow, It doesn’t include assassination attempts. You two hear the news?”

“Not lately.” Bree narrowed her eyes. “I’m a law student. I really should keep up better. What’s going down?”

“FBI shootouts with bad guys. Ninja woman taking down gunmen in a parking garage. News crew taking aim at tribal elders down south of us. Some older nude chick they called Zera saved the elder. Bad ass! Then there was an assault on some Professor’s home where the FBI and Ninja Lou took out more gunmen.”

“What Professor?” Shelby bulged her eyes.

“I think the news said Thomas Sylver.”

“He passed away last fall. Oh, gosh! Was Lillian Bearpaw involved? She was his ... dare I say this, slave. They were into BDSM stuff.”

“Right! I recall going to a swinger’s club where we met them.” Bree acknowledged! “Lillian was so hot.”

“You two go to swinger’s clubs?” Oakley cocked a brow grinning. “My kind of gals.”

“Our home is your home, Fanny Oakley.” Bree sheepishly told the postal carrier with chin on her shoulder. “We have a pool and hot tub if you care to drop by sometime.”

“I’m free tonight.”

“Mona!” Shelby gnashed her teeth. “Bree’s sister is staying the night tonight. She’s ... not as openminded as we are.”

“Oh! Okay! Well, how about I jot my number down on this envelope and you two let me know when a good time might be had.”

“That works.” Shelby bubbled up. Pen from her pocket Oakley wrote her full name and number on a water bill. “Perfect! Here’s to good friends.”

“And better lovers.” Bree wagged her tongue at Oakley.

“Okay! I am NOT leaving without sealing a deal.”

Oakley dared to step across the threshold and lure Bree into a steamy kiss. Watching them Shelby pouted until Oakley eased away with an “Mm!” and turned to offer Shelby the same. It was Bree’s turn to stare at their seductive moment. Ignoring the world, Bree crouched and caressed Oakley’s bare legs beneath her courier shorts. Fingers running up under the pant leg and directly into bikini area. A G-string found Bree ran a single finger over her camel toe. Shivering, Oakley ended her kiss and peered down at Bree.

“You found my mailbox.”

“MAIL not MALE, right?”

“I dabble both sides of the tracks on occasion but mostly prefer girl fights.”

“Is there a girl at home waiting on you?” Shelby thought to ask.

“Not at the moment. I ended a relationship three months back after a year with her. Single mingle find the tingle.”