The Egyptian Wing was closed for renovation, but that didn’t stop Annie. “We don’t want to miss a single treasure,” she said to Bethany, and when the guard wasn’t looking, they slipped through the barricade.

“What if we’re caught,” Bethany worried.

“We won’t be,” Annie said. “The museum closed ten minutes ago. And if some guard or night watchman or whatever comes along, we’ll just freeze and pretend we’re statues.”

“Like they’ll believe we’re statues,” Bethany said.

“Mmm, I see what you mean. Statues wouldn’t wear clothing. We’d better prepare, just in case.”

“This is a crazy idea,” Bethany said, but eventually she let herself be coaxed into nakedness.

“It’s really hot looking at art naked,” Annie commented. “Don’t you feel that way?”

“I don’t know,” Bethany said.

“Well, I know enough for both of us. These cat statues are killers. ‘Bastet,’” Annie read from the plate attached to the pedestal. “I think she looks a little like you. What sleek skin she has.”

“You shouldn’t touch,” Bethany said.

“Because of fingerprints?”

“You just shouldn’t,” Bethany said. “I wonder what happened to this one.” She was looking at an empty pedestal.

“Probably stolen,” said Annie. “I wonder how heavy that Bastet one is. Between the two of us I bet we could carry it.”

“You’re crazy,” Bethany said.

“I’m only kidding,” Annie said. “And what do I need with a cat statue when I have you?”

“Yes, you have me,” Bethany agreed.

“But I would like to see what you look like up on that pedestal.”

“I’d fall and break my nose,” Bethany said.

“You wouldn’t,” Annie said. “I wouldn’t let you.”

“Anyway I couldn’t even get up there.”

“You could,” Annie said. “I’ll help you. Come on. Do it for me.”

“You won’t let me fall?”

With Annie’s help Bethany climbed onto the pedestal. “It feels kind of shaky,” she said, maintaining an uneasy crouch.

“Don’t worry,” Annie said, her hand still on Bethany’s bottom. “Mmm, your ass is so sleek.” Her hand moved closer to the crease.

“What are you doing?” Bethany asked.

“Supporting you,” Annie said. “Making sure you don’t fall.” Her fingers found the lips of Bethany’s sex. “So slippery,” Annie said. “Where does the wet come from?”

“Please,” Bethany mewled.

“Oh, here,” Annie said, her fingertip caressing the moist membranes of Annie’s opening. And then inside. “Oh, Bethie, it’s like a little lake in here. A hot little lake.”

“Please,” Bethany repeated. “You’re going to make me...”

Annie added a second finger. Her little finger grazed the bud of Bethany’s anus. Her thumb pressed the erect clit.

“I’m going to...” Bethany gasped.

“You are,” Annie confirmed, her fingers fucking the juicy fuck hole, her little finger edging into the anus, her thumb continuing to press the clitoris. “You are! You are! You are!”

With a groan Bethany came, her cunt clenching again and again on Annie’s fingers. Cum juice gushed into Annie’s palm.

“Good girl,” Annie said, her hand withdrawing after the orgasm ebbed. She licked her palm and then offered Bethany a taste. Like a naughty kitten, her eyes on Annie, Bethany extended her tongue and lapped.

Annie helped Bethany from the pedestal and embraced her. “What a treasure you are!” she said, between kisses.

“I can’t believe we did that,” Bethany said.

“Me neither,” Annie admitted. “And if the guard dogs come along, play dead.”