Chapter 5

Her pussy was trimmed, but not shaved, just as was Layla’s. When you were potentially exposed to your coworkers at any time, having a shaved sex felt too intimate. Which may be related to the reason very few men worked for the Franchise. Women could exist in the vicinity of other women’s exposed parts. Men, less so. And, as a man, your visible reaction to your coworkers’ visible parts could be embarrassing.

Layla pushed Carmen back to the bed, then further, so she sat on the mattress. Then she began to remove all of the plastic and metal clips.

“Hey, you’re messing up my hair!” griped Carmen.

“I like it au naturel,” Layla replied. “It’s cute. I mean…” She made herself sound disapproving again. “It’s uncouth, of course it is, but it has a certain childish charm. Did someone feed you after midnight?”

“Wait, is that supposed to be an insult? What’s weird about being weird?”

Layla laughed, then rested a finger under the other girl’s chin. “Kiss me, weirdo.”

There was none of the gentle teasing about this kiss, but neither was there the explosion of passion. Instead, passion was there in every slow connection of their lips and tongues, rising steadily until both girls were groaning. Carmen’s hands were behind Layla’s neck, while Layla’s explored her lover, fingertips on her sides and belly making Carmen squirm with arousal.

The soft sounds Carmen was making grew in volume as Layla’s fingers drifted over her breasts.

Layla pushed Carmen’s legs apart, then lowered herself to her knees between them, kissing down the side of Carmen’s face to her chest as she did so. Kneeling, she began to kiss Carmen’s breasts, paying special attention to each nipple until they were hard and sensitive, and then further, the body beneath her mouth and fingers quivering, making small needy groans.

Then she continued down, over Carmen’s navel, and down to her upper thighs, pushing the girl onto her back. She raised Carmen’s right leg, caressing it with her fingers as her lips explored the inside, moving higher, until she was planting kisses on the edge of her pussy. Then the right side, low to high.

Carmen’s soft fur was damp and glistening in places. Layla used the fingers of both hands to separate her lips as she extended her tongue to lick the sides of Carmen’s passage, exploring as deeply as she could press. Her lover moaned constantly now, sounding almost pained as she slipped further into need. Her legs draped over Layla’s shoulders, her fingers threading into her hair.

Layla eased two fingers into her, licking the girl’s inner lips as they closed against the penetrating digits. Carmen huffed out a series of breaths before returning to the slow moans.

When her fingers were buried deeply inside Carmen, Layla licked higher, until she was stroking the girl’s clit. At each touch, Carmen began to pant, calming when the tongue moved away.

She brought Carmen to the gasping edge of climax three times, each time frustrating her by slowing and relaxing. A fourth time, Carmen clearly expecting release, making an aggrieved cry when she was denied yet again.

Slowly taking the girl higher again, Layla began to pick up the pace. Not only did she fail to restrain her attentions this time, she lapped firmly at Carmen’s clit, her fingers pumping strongly.

Carmen writhed, her back arching, until Layla felt her fingers grasped hard by the muscles of Carmen’s sex. The girl whimpered as her body continued to tense, then cried out as her orgasm slammed home.

Layla let her float back to earth as the spasms of her climax slowed. Her partner began to relax, until Layla lapped hard and fast at her clit, her fingers again thrusting deep into her.

“OH, FUUUCK!” Carmen cried out as her body started to tense again. She shrieked as the second climax enveloped her, softer cries still laced with passion as Layla brought her into a soft landing.

“Making all those girls hook up today, that really turned me on,” said Carmen. It was several orgasms later, and Layla didn’t think her limbs had any mobility left. But that was okay, because they were tangled in her partner’s, and she showed no sign of moving, either.

“I know what you mean,” she replied. “When I do a het couple, I get that they’re excited, and there’s plenty of romance ahead for them, but it isn’t a kind that gives me anything beyond warm feelings. I seriously wanted to sneak after the schoolgirls to see what they got up to. I’m sure it was hot.”

“Perv,” replied Layla. “You already admitted to getting horny on their behalf.”

“Yeah, it’s true. Any one of the encounters I think I initiated could be fantasy material for a long time.”

“Huh. I thought I’d have taken center place in your fantasies by now,” said Layla.

“I admit, you didn’t fare too badly in comparison,” said Carmen. “But you need practice.”

“Mmm, it’s good that you see it,” said Carmen. “Why don’t you let me drive you to your place in the morning to pick up a few things. Stay here until V-day. I should be able to spare a few minutes to help.”

“Since you clearly need more education, I might be willing to do that for you,” Layla said.

Layla woke the following morning with Carmen’s lips on her nipple, leading to a predictable outcome. An hour later, still trying to catch her breath, her overused muscles still recovering, she turned on her phone.

“Oh, hey, I got paid for every shot.”

Carmen, staring at the ceiling, a sated expression on her face, took a moment to respond. “What?”

“I checked my bank,” said Layla. “Looks like I have the full reward for each. No penalties for same-sex romance.”

“Oh,” said Carmen, dreamily, likely still distracted by their waking activity. “That’s good. How do you suppose they do that? Deposit the payments, I mean? Do you suppose someone knows how to use a computer? Are the funds magicked into a direct deposit?”

“Jesus, I don’t know,” said Layla.

“You don’t suppose the receptionist carries a sack of cash to the bank overnight?”

“I’ve no idea. And your hair looks like you were dragged through a hedge backward. Though that’s probably not far from what we put it through.”

“I’ll have it looking fine again after I turn in my uniform. Maybe you’ll stick around long enough to see that I can tame it.”

“As if,” Layla said. “What could make me want to do that?”

Carmen shrugged, then rolled over, shifting her body onto Layla’s. “I have no idea,” she said.

Layla diversified her targets over the next few days, choosing other queer targets rather than exclusively selecting women, but she avoided straight pairings entirely. Other hunters would make those connections. She was righting a wrong.

Not everything was plain sailing. She was docked for three arrows for occasions when she eagerly took the first shot without setting up the second. The third time this happened, she almost picked a new person at random, then decided that she owed her targets a better pairing than that.

On another day, she got a librarian fired. The librarian and her client seemed very quiet ladies when she decided to grant the joy of desire to them, so she was shocked that the pair immediately found their way to a closet and proceeded to make each other shriek so loud that the library manager waited outside the closet to walk her employee out for being far too loud for the library. Layla’s only consolation was that neither of her victims seemed to care. Their main concern was which of their homes they could reach in the shortest time.

She was riding Carmen’s pussy that evening. Her partner had drawn up her legs behind Layla, who rested against them as she slowly slid herself back and forth, feeling Carmen’s swollen labia against her own.

“There’s a project I’d like help with on the fourteenth,” said Carmen.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Layla huffed out a breath. They were taking their activity slowly, but she’d been so aroused for so long that she was having trouble not letting go.

“There’s a woman in a bagel store. I… unhhhh… I saw her the first day. Just before I saw your crappy aim in the restaurant. Mmmmmm… I was going to shoot her, but there were no… no guys around. Before I knew that wasn’t a problem.”

Layla didn’t think she’d finished her story, but her eyes were glassy, and she thought she might have lost the thread. “And?”

“Oh… oh, yeah, if she’s there on the fourteenth I have a plan. After that you… oh fuck, don’t do that… you can go your own way. Do you want to… mmmm… meet for a final recap?”

Layla licked her finger, then lightly grazed it over Carmen’s clit a second time. “Recap?”

“So you can tell me one final time how much you… oh, FUCK!… you hate me, and I can tell you you’re a weasel I’ll be glad to see the back of… DON’T! Don’t… I can’t… Fuck!… the back… it will all be over on the fifteenth.”

“Where do you want to have this recap?”

“I booked us a table at Fiorenzo.”

“Wait, what?” Layla stopped rocking. “You booked us a table at a high end restaurant… on Valentine’s Day? How the fuck did you even do that?”

“He’s my uncle,” said Carmen. “He always tries to hold a place for family.” Carmen rolled her hips, but Layla was still too stunned to resume her motion.

“So you want to take me on a date?”

“Not a date,” Carmen said. “Just a full and frank exchange of views. But you should dress to suit.”

“Because everyone else there will be on dates?” Layla’s feelings were spiralling. Of course she wanted to go on a date with Carmen. She just didn’t want to fuck up the fun they had together. She was hoping to find some way they could keep seeing each other after the season ended.

“Right,” agreed Carmen, trying again to push herself against Layla’s sex.

Layla eased her legs behind her, and lay down, her lover’s legs between her own, their pussies pressed together. Her breasts quivered against Carmen’s, as she grabbed her arms, positioning her body for best effect. “I was looking forward to taking the evening off,” she growled. “Job well done. Now I’m going to have to buy a new dress. You can rest assured I won’t be giving you any eye candy. You suck.”

“I know,” was all Carmen could manage, before Layla’s lips clamped down on hers.

The morning of the fourteenth dawned in its usual fashion, Carmen’s limbs twined with Layla’s. They showered together, dressed in their Franchise-supplied job gear, and headed out. Layla’s part in Carmen’s plan would require her phone to be turned on, so she’d lowered the volume, then held her quiver close to her ear, so she’d hear it. Carmen took a shaft from Layla’s quiver and stalked away, leaving Layla standing by the door of the Franchise office.

Just after she left, a woman Layla didn’t recognize showed up in ghostly form. She nodded at Layla before entering the office by walking through the door without opening it.

Shit, shit, shit. Of course that was going to be happening today. This was the last day they’d be needed, so other hunters would be returning their uniforms. She hadn’t been expecting that to happen early; V-Day was the most productive, and the most lucrative, since any successes would almost certainly lead to bonuses, so she hadn’t expected returns to happen until later in the day.

There was no reason to panic yet. Carmen hadn’t called. She needed to get into position, and the bagel shop was close to the restaurant she’d first visited, which was several minutes’ walk. Layla hopped from one foot to the other.

Her phone pinged with a message. Carmen had completed her part. She had a little over a minute to wait. Reaching into the quiver, she felt carefully for her phone’s volume control and silenced it. But there was still no sign of the girl who was finishing her gig.

Except – wait. She would be out of her uniform by now. Layla was thinking she needed to wait for her to leave, but once she’d taken even a slipper off, she wouldn’t be able to see Layla.

Slipping through the wall, Layla took up her stance and shot the redheaded receptionist in the chest. The woman frowned and looked around, seeming puzzled.

The girl Layla had seen emerged from the changing area, wearing an overcoat, carrying her uniform.

“Ah, Miss Harris.” The receptionist checked her handwritten ledger, then looked up and smiled. It was a warm smile, and the woman in the overcoat seemed as surprised as Layla at the action. “Very good work out there,” said the receptionist. “You know, the results have been high overall, and it’s such a nice day, I think I’ll treat myself to a bagel.”

“Uh, okay,” said the nonplussed Miss Harris. “See you next year?”

“Of course,” the redhead beamed. “Be sure to check for your bonus tomorrow.”

“Yeah, right.” The girl in the heavy coat opened the door and left, while the receptionist had found a piece of paper, and was writing in cursive.

“You know where to leave your equipment. If you need me, call, or return this afternoon.”

She signed the letter, though Layla couldn’t read the signature to recall her name. Then she left, letting the door lock behind her.