ACADEMY OF THE UNDEAD; BOOK TWO Stand Together ... Or Fall Together
CHAPTER ELEVEN

Beauty and the Beast

An hour later, Aleisha trudged up and met them at the basement door.

Visibly disappointed, Vicky stared at her. Aleisha was dressed in the black, three-quarter length leather jacket that Apollonia had given her, and while it looked good on her, it wasn’t going to set any hearts racing. Frowning, Vicky said, “Aleisha, I realise that you aren’t fully invested in our quest, but I was kinda hoping that you might have dressed a little more, you know …”

“What?”

“Well, you know, sexier.”

Surly and grumpy, Aleisha undid the buttons of the jacket, peeled the jacket open, slipped her hands inside the jacket, then stood with her hands on her hips as she asked, “Sexier?”

They all stared at her. She was dressed in skimpy underwear, the bra little more than a few patches of pale pink, silken, see-through material. White lace designs were sewn in to cover the nipples, while the thong wouldn’t have been offended if somebody called it a fig leaf. The tiny thong was see-through as well, with two white, lacey lines sewn into the middle of the thong and spiralling in a vertical line to appease those of a more modest nature. And her nickname was indeed appropriate, because the thong, while there wasn’t much of it, assisted with the lifting and separating.

“Sexier?” Aleisha asked again.

“Ummm, ummm, that, that might work.” Vicky mumbled.

Piper’s fangs popped out, and she said, “Whoops, sorry, just ummm, ummm …”

Aleisha waited for her to mumble out a closure to her statement, then in no mood to pussy-foot around, she asked glibly, “Excited Piper?”

Piper nodded, “Hmmm, that pretty much sums it up.”

“Well I’m not! But anyway, the psycho, is she restrained?” Aleisha asked.

“Tied down to the table as you requested.”

“Clothes?”

“She’s naked as you requested.”

Seeing as how Aleisha looked super pissed off, Vicky didn’t think that an objection would be favourably received, all the same, she couldn’t help herself as she muttered, “Actually, I wasn’t entirely comfortable about tying her down naked to the table.”

Aleisha spun around to her face her, and she said snappily, “Well Victoria, I have a suggestion to make you feel more comfortable …”

Cowering, Vicky asked, “What?”

“You slip these microscopic items of underwear on, and then you go in and calm her down!”

Vicky blushed and mumbled, “Actually, no, this is your show.”

“Thank-you.” Aleisha said, then she asked bluntly, “Fangs?”

“Catcher’s helmet on, and the helmet is strapped and secure.”

“Okay, so here’s the deal,” Aleisha began, “By me being ungraciously disturbed and being forced to do something that I don’t want to do, I count this occasion as me receiving a Refusal Credit.”

“Refusal credit?” Piper asked.

“Yes, a Refusal Credit. If somebody asks me to do something that I don’t want to do in the future, I will simply say, No, I will not do that, because I have Refusal Credit already banked, so please, go away. As well, if in the future I ask somebody to do something for me, I would like my request attended to immediately.”

“Ummm, Aleisha …”

“What Rube?”

“Everybody does that anyway.”

“Yeah,” Isabelle agreed, “You talk, we obey.”

“Hmmm, the points you make have a solid foundation, so instead, as well as my Refusal Credit, I will stake claim to a Don’t-Annoy-Aleisha-If-She-Doesn’t-Want-To-Be-Disturbed Credit, and you must all obey this Credit with vigilance and diligence.”

“I, I will obey,” Isabelle began, “But I don’t know what those words mean.”

“I’m guessing it means, don’t fuck her around.” Piper advised.

“Yes, go with Piper’s interpretation.” Aleisha said agreeably.

“Okay, well good luck Aleisha.” Vicky mumbled.

Aleisha spun around and glared at Vicky, then said, “If she threatens me or abuses me or annoys me, I will leave immediately.”

“Yes, fair enough.” Vicky agreed.

“If she swears at me or criticizes me, I’m leaving.”

“Arhhh Camel, she swears all the time.” Piper offered timidly.

“Yeah, and she’s fucking good at it.” Isabelle agreed quietly.

“Listen to me, you motely collection of snivelling snot-rags,” Aleisha began, although she checked herself, gazed at Ruby, then said more civilly, “Ohhh, I’m calling them a motely collection of snivelling snot-rags, not you.”

“Thank-you Aleisha.” Ruby replied humbly.

“Yes, so snot-rags, if this idiot threatens me, swears at me or annoys me, I will simply leave.”

Piper could sense how un-invested Aleisha was in this quest, although she needed to make a point. Hesitantly, she said, “Camel, she swears all the time, and I’d be pretty certain that she’s gunna threaten you and abuse you and annoy you, so I mean you gotta be prepared for that, and it ain’t gunna be a quick fix, I mean you’ll have to invest a little bit of time into this.”

Aleisha glared at her, then she focussed on her own left wrist as she said in mock surprise, “Ohhh goodness, look at this.”

“Look at what?”

Aleisha held her left wrist up for everybody’s attention, then she said snappily, “I just checked my tolerance level, and wow, isn’t this strange, because my tolerance level has dipped to an all time low!” She glared at everybody, then said, “Now, I wonder if that’s got anything to do with me being forced to see the psycho who wanted to choppa the fuck out of me.”

Isabelle didn’t pick up on the sarcasm, and she muttered, “Yeah, it probably has.”

Aleisha looked at Isabelle and shook her head in sullied amusement, then she said, “So, as well as honouring my Refusal Credit and my Don’t-Annoy-Aleisha-If-She-Doesn’t-Want-To-Be-Disturbed Credit, all of you have also been banned from my bedroom for two weeks.”

“What?” Piper asked in disbelief.

Aleisha faced Piper and said, “I don’t cope well when I have to do things that I don’t want to do, and since you snot-rags have caused my tolerance levels to plunge to an all-time low, you are all banned from my bedroom for two weeks while I try to recuperate.”

Ruby knew that because her and Aleisha were partners, (and also because Aleisha didn’t regard her a snot-rag) she would be exempt, and excitingly it meant that she would have her lover all to herself for two whole weeks.

The Royal Bedroom commanded two spots on Piper’s roster, so she said uncertainly, “Wait up, you have your roster, so we’re still allowed to come in on our rostered nights, aren’t we?”

Aleisha held up her left wrist and said mockingly, “Tolerance levels? Already banked credits? The need to recuperate?” She pointed at the basement door then said, “If I walk through that door, that then means that everybody is banned from our room for two weeks.”

Ruby was pleasantly surprised that her lover had said, banned from OUR room, so she smiled and whispered to herself, “I’m voting for Walk through the door.”

“Fuck, maybe we should re-think this.” Isabelle mumbled.

“Yeah, maybe we can come up with another solution.” Piper muttered.

Vicky wanted this issue resolved, and while she appreciated that all of them would have to make significant sacrifices, she would much rather go without than feel the stain of more blood on her hands. She stood straight and said, “Yes, Aleisha, we agree to all of your conditions.”

“Hey, wait up!” Piper roared, and Isabelle cried out, “Fuck the psycho, Camel’s roster is more important!”

Vicky glared at them, then she turned to Aleisha and said, “Thank-you Aleisha, and EVERYBODY has agreed to your conditions.”

“Two weeks?” Piper mumbled, “Two freaking weeks?”

“I didn’t agree.” Isabelle muttered.

Vicky glared at Piper and Isabelle and said, “Aleisha is sacrificing her time to help us, so in order to replace a solution to our problem, we should all be prepared to make little sacrifices.”

“Missing out on my Camel nights is not a little sacrifice.” Piper mumbled.

“Camel’s roster is more important than the psycho.” Isabelle reinforced.

Ignoring them, Vicky faced Aleisha and said, “Thank-you for helping us Aleisha, and let us know how you go.”

Aleisha huffed, whipped around, opened the door, and then walked in.

Ruby was thrilled as she thought; Two weeks? Two whole weeks of just the two of us … wow!

After closing the door, Aleisha looked over at the table, and yes, all her conditions had been met, as the girl’s wrists and ankles were securely tied to the table. The helmet was on, and the strap of the helmet was done up securely, and the pitiful creature was naked. Aleisha needed her to be naked, because she surmised that to advance from Point A to Point Calm-Down-Idiot, clothes would be nothing but a hinderance. Because of their enhanced senses, vampires were always on heat, and even though this wild creature was a prisoner who was restrained and muzzled, she was still a vampire, and Aleisha was pretty certain that the creature would be tempted by the prospect of blowing one out. Aleisha wasn’t a negotiator or a motivator, she had only the single card to play, because she was simply a temptress, so she would lay the single card down and see where they came out.

She strode towards the helpless figure, pleased that her high heels produced a rhythmic click on the concrete floor of the basement.

The girl stirred, raised her head slightly, and surprisingly, she said mockingly, “Ohhh wow, the Barbie Doll-choppa, the Dumb Skank Blond has dropped in.”

Aleisha shook her head in annoyance, pulled a chair in close, sat down elegantly, then asked as pleasantly as she was able, “Hi, how are you are?”

Agitated and hostile, Giddy nodded, “Good, good …” and she kept her head raised as she said with a gradually increasing volume, “But I’ll be bubbling down when I choppa, RIP YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF!”

Pissed off already, Aleisha frowned as she said, “Okay, go on then.”

“Huh, what?”

“Go on, rip my head off.”

“Okay fucker, let me up yo, and I fucking well will.!”

“Hmmm, actually, you look good tied down.”

“Skank, hey Skank …”

“Stop calling me a Skank.”

“Yo is a fucking Skank!”

Aleisha glanced at her left wrist as she thought, Yeah, tolerance level rapidly plunging towards zero … although she didn’t like being called a skank. Almost immediately, she understood that nothing was going to be resolved on this night, because she was super-pissed off already, although she also knew that as soon as she stepped back out of the room, Vicky would ask, How did you go? Aleisha practised her answer in her mind; Victoria, I feel confident in saying that we hate each other more than ever! She wanted to leave, although if she did walk out now, all the snot-rags would declare, Hey, you weren’t even in there for two minutes! She gummed her lips together, frowning, and she knew instinctively that she would spend more time with the creature, although her time wouldn’t be spent trying to calm her down, her time would be spent trying to agitate her even further. In her own mind, Aleisha was the Queen of the Vampires, and if this lowly creature was going to verbally swing at her, she may as well send a few flying back the other way; Call me a skank, huh …

Sitting back in the chair, Aleisha gazed at her as she said, “Hmmm, I just thought of a nickname for you.”

“What?”

Aleisha smiled as she said, “Prisoner.”

“Hooo, fuck, me’s gunna chop the fucking choppa out of you!” Giddy snarled through gritted teeth, the fangs prominent behind the steel guard of the mask.

“Do you like your new nickname, I mean we could shorten it and call you Pris, although I prefer the nickname in all its glory, like as in Pris-O-Ner!”

Trembling with hostility, Giddy hissed out, “Hey Skank, Skanky-Girl …”

“What?”

“Soon, pruddy soon, I’ll get out of this, then me’s is coming after yo!”

Getting more pissed off, Aleisha wanted to produce her fangs and bite the psychotic idiot, although she took a moment to compose herself, then she said bluntly, “Hmmm, just as I suspected.”

“What?”

“Just like everybody else, your intention is to come after me because you want me, you’re lusting after me.”

“Uhh uhh Skank, I just wanta pluck ya fucking eyes out, then I put ’em on a necklace and wear it around yo neck.”

“Goodness me, you are a nasty little bit of work, aren’t you?”

“I the nastiest, baddest vamp in New Orleans!” Giddy declared.

“Possibly,” Aleisha nodded, “But you’re probably the only nasty, bad vamp in New Orleans who is tied onto a table, and you also happen to be a nasty, bad vamp who is wearing a cute little muzzle.”

“It’s a helmet, choppa-fucking idiot!”

“For the purpose of this exercise, I will refer to it as a muzzle.”

“Smart-ass Skank.” Giddy mumbled.

“Yes, I agree with you,” Aleisha replied, “But I’m the most gorgeous Smart-ass Skank in Louisiana.” Aleisha saw the creature shuffling uncomfortably, so she asked, “Would you agree?”

“Huh, what?”

“Would you agree that I’m the most gorgeous young woman in Louisiana, I mean have you ever seen anybody sexier than me?”

“Yo won’t look so sexy after I plucked ya eyes out and rip ya neck to pieces!” Giddy snorted.

“Hmmm, interesting,” Aleisha mused as she looked at her. The creature was quivering with hostility, so Aleisha asked, “So if you had the chance to do something to me, you would prefer to rip me to pieces, rather than say, kiss me, or your skim your trembling hands over my gorgeous body?”

Giddy coughed out a laugh, then said, “Hey Dumb Blond, Barbie, Skank, Choppa, anybody ever tell ya that yo is so far up yoself, they’d need an expedition team to pull ya back out again!”

Aleisha was well aware of her dipping tolerance level, although she couldn’t help chuckling at the poorly constructed yet clever comeback. Holding her head high, she said, “Well, it’s never been put as crudely as that, but in response to the general theme of your phrase, yes actually, I tend to get that quite a bit.”

“So hey, release me choppa, and I’ll lead the expedition team, and I’ll shove my arm up yo ass and drag yo stupid fucking head back out!”

Aleisha nodded, then said, “Hmmm, there is a certain flair and originality in your crudeness, and I think you’d get on well with my friend Isabelle.”

“Yo, I’m sure I would Skank, I’d rip her fucking head off and shove it up yo ass!”

“God,” Aleisha spluttered. She shook her hair back and said, “Can I ask you a question?”

“Just fuck off!”

“I’ll take that a yes,” Aleisha replied, then she asked, “Why are your nipples erect?”

Giddy gazed down, then she experienced a moment of indecision, until she snorted, “Just getting excited about chopping the fucking choppa out of yo!”

“Ohhh really? Or could it be that while you may be the nastiest and baddest vamp in New Orleans, you’re just like everybody else?”

“Say what?”

“Could it be, Foul-Mouthed Little Creature, that you are just like everybody else, and when you look at me, your mind heads in one direction only.”

“Yeah, yo right Skanky-Girl, maa mind thinking ’bout chopping the fucking choppa out of yo!”

Aleisha rested back in the chair and took a moment to ponder. Her tolerance level had all but expired, although curiously, her interest level was tiptoeing up the scale. Aleisha knew that she was in no danger, and even though the psycho did seem like a nasty, bad bitch, she was restrained, and by being restrained, that made her a captive audience. She could imagine the creature snarling, Fuck off, you’re annoying me! And she would smirk and reply, Yes, feel free to leave at any time! With a deliberate movement, Aleisha crossed her right leg over her left, fully aware that the movement would coax the right side of the jacket to fall away and reveal her thigh. Aleisha noted that the blazing eyes were now focussed on her thigh. Still annoyed, although fully aware that her interest level was still tip-toeing upwards, Aleisha said, “I had an interesting experience the other night, well, actually, it wasn’t interesting, it was mind blowing. I caught up with Apollonia, you know, Apollonia, the Queen of the Witches, who by the way, just happens to be one of my lovers.”

“Hah, not surprised, because Skanky-Girl is also Slut-Girl!” Giddy yelled.

“Yes, anyway, the gorgeous, statuesque, powerful Queen of the Witches is just like everybody else, and when she looks at me, her mind does travel in that one direction; so, a few days after we wiped out your pitiful clan, Apollonia invited me over to the witch’s lair, and do you want to know what happened?”

“I ain’t listening to any more of this shit.” Giddy spat out.

“Sure, so don’t listen while I continue.” Aleisha began ungraciously, “Apollonia the Queen of the Witches, cruised into a kiss, and we embraced as the kiss got serious, and just imagine yourself squeezed up close and tight to this gorgeous and intimidating witch, who also just happens to be the most powerful witch in New Orleans; and when we kiss and embrace, I can feel her power, and I can feel my own power as well, because whenever a kiss begins, I become the most powerful creature in the entire world.”

“Nit-nit, I did mention that yo is way up yoself Skanky-Slut, didn’t I?” Giddy cut in, then she asked mockingly, “Want me to orgamise the expedition team?”

“Ohhh, I thought you weren’t listening?”

“I ain’t!”

“Okay, well just relax, and keep not listening while I continue,” Aleisha said smugly. “So when anyone kisses me, their immediate desire is to progress, and the Queen of the Witches did progress, as she undressed me, and when she undresses me, it’s like a ceremony, and every article of clothing is shed reverently, every section of bare flesh is viewed, enjoyed and then caressed with delicacy. The Great Queen undressed me completely, then she moved back and drank me in, her eyes telling a story of uncontrollable desire, the desire so primitive that it made me shiver with anxiety, yet the pure animal intent of her desire extinguished my power, for I was no longer in control. I was yearning, wanting to be touched, wanting to be ravaged and explored. I was the Feast, and I longed to be feasted on, and my inner demon screamed, Ravage me, eat me, feast on me. And you, Muzzled Beast, being the same manner of creature as I, you would appreciate that with my enhanced senses, my groin was not stirring, it was bubbling, bubbling with anticipated ferocity. So, to the Great Queen, I begged, Now, now, you must release the volcanic urges in my groin right now; but the Great Queen, says she in response, Soon Gorgeous Child, soon, for we shall fly.” Aleisha gazed at her, and she saw the wide-open eyes staring at her, so she asked, “Would you like to know what happened next?”

Giddy frowned, then mumbled, “I’ma guessing you had a ’Gasm.”

“Hmmm, cute,” Aleisha smiled, “I like that, Gasm. So anyway, the Queen of the Witches took me outside, into the dark, clear night, and she produced a Jet Pack,” Aleisha looked at her and smirked as she said, “I’m guessing that you may remember the Jet Packs from the other week …”

Giddy remained silent.

“So the Great Queen shouldered the Jet Pack, then she harnessed me up in front of her, and I’m squeezed up against her, her naked body hard against the bare flesh of my back, and we took off, we flew, flew off into the dark night. I was naked and aroused, flamboyantly excited by the experience, and she handed the controls to me, which now meant that the Great Queens hands were free, and the hands caressed me, caressed every inch of my torso, my breasts, my hips, my thighs, and half-a-mile up in the air, screaming along at sixty miles an hour, yes, I did have a Gasm, a screaming, flying, mid-air Gasm, and this particular Gasm shattered all the boundaries of decency and respectability.” Aleisha skimmed her right hand delicately over her exposed thigh, and she noticed the eyes watching every stroke. “It was the most explosive Gasm that I’ve ever had, and I wanted to kneel reverently before the Great Queen, but as I gazed into her eyes, I saw it, the desire, the lust, the almost unbearable need to please me, yet she also needed to extinguish her own raging desires. A confusing moment hovered, because I couldn’t ascertain who was now in control. I did however, understand that I would never need to kneel before the Great Queen, because even though she is the most powerful witch in New Orleans, she was just like everybody else, and in the heat of a kiss or an embrace, she was my slave, she would do whatever I asked of her, and just like everybody else, she would offer me her whole world in exchange for another kiss.” Aleisha glanced at her and said smugly, “Your nipples are still erect.”

“H-h-how about yo just fuck off.” Giddy mumbled.

“Ohhh, you want me to go?”

“Wait up, no, I didn’t mean go, I meant just shut the fuck up!” Giddy spluttered.

Aleisha stood in front of her and began unbuttoning the jacket. “The Great Queen gave me this jacket, I mean I wore this jacket when I took her for a ride in the Jet Pack, and that night you may have heard a rumble in the sky, but it wasn’t thunder, it was me, Jet-Packing the Queen of the Witches into the biggest Gasm she has ever had.”

Aleisha let the jacket fall to the ground, and she saw the subdued creature gulp. In a relaxed pose, Aleisha placed her hands on her hips and cooed, “So this is me, or most of me, with the main visual points of interest modestly covered by see-through, silk underwear.”

Giddy’s neck was craning, and it seemed like her eyes were almost ready to pop out of her head, so Aleisha asked, “So seeing this, seeing me, let me ask you a question …”

Giddy fretted, because something was happening to her. She knew that she had called it correctly, and this skank was way up herself, or way up yoself; but as she stared at her, she also understood that the Skank had every right to be up yoself, because unfortunately, she was beauty in its purest form. Giddy remembered the first time she had seen the skank, and she remembered it because the first phrase that had sprung into her mind was Play-time! She remembered begging Cordeir, Please, please, Giddy wanta play with the pruddy skank. Cordeir had replied, My intention is take the girl alive, and Giddy had thought excitedly, Hooo yeah, me’s would look good on top of this fucker! Unfortunately, Giddy had never seen anybody who pinged her pangs so dramatically, and she gulped, looked at the skank, then mumbled, “Wh-what yo wanta aks me?”

Aleisha turned around and skimmed a hand over her bare buttocks, the back of the thong being little more than pieces of string. “Looking at me, gazing upon my natural beauty, do you still wish to pluck my eyes out and rip my neck to pieces?”

Giddy gulped again, then frowned. This Skank-Fucker made her gulp simply by looking at her, and she decided that she hated anybody who made her gulp, so she said quietly, “Y-yes please.”

“Ohhh, you are funny, aren’t you?” Aleisha laughed as she bent forward to look into her eyes. “The little creature tries to hide her desires, but Little Miss Tough and Aggressive, you can’t hide your desires, because your eyes are the window to your decadent desires, and Beastly One, those desires are blazing.”

“I, I desire to chop ya fucking head off!” Giddy yelled.

Aleisha smiled, then skimmed her hand over Giddy’s right breast. “Small breasts and pointy nipples.” Aleisha flicked and teased the nipple, then her hand slid down to the right thigh. “Slender legs and smooth thighs.”

“I, I, I’ma gunna …” Giddy panted.

“What?”

“Me, yo, is gunna fucking choppa kill yo for touching yo!”

Aleisha withdrew her hand and asked, “Do you want me to stop touching you, or translating it into terms that you might understand; do yo want yo to stop touching yo?”

“Just fuck off!” Giddy yelled.

Aleisha pondered, then she began walking away.

“Wait up!”

Aleisha cocked her head and asked, “What?”

“Don’t go, yo.”

“Don’t go?” Aleisha asked.

Giddy mumbled, “I’m’s wanta bite yo, but I canna bite yo if yo ain’t here.”

“Hmmm, I’m thinking that yo can’t bite yo because yo is muzzled, so maybe I should go.”

“No, don’t go, yo.”

“No, don’t go, yo?”

“Errr, stay here for a bit.”

The first exploratory caress had obviously aroused the creature, so Aleisha asked, “If I stay here, what do you want me to do?”

Giddy wanted the skank to keep on touching her, although she didn’t want her knowing that, so she mumbled, “Errr, just do some talking.”

“What would you like to talk about?”

Giddy frowned and said, “Yo talk, and yo will listen.”

“Me talk?”

“Yo.”

“If I talk, I tend to talk about myself.” Aleisha advised.

I kinda figured that out already, Giddy thought wryly, then she said, “Yo do some talking, and also, yeah, also keep up with, you know …”

“Keep up what?”

Giddy sucked her bottom lip, deep in thought. Yo skank was making her gulp and making her nipples erect, but she didn’t want the skank to know that she’d love to kiss her, or bite her, or kiss her and bite her at the same time. Timidly, she said, “I, I’s listens better when I’ma getting touched up.”

Aleisha closed her mouth to try and suppress the chuckle, then she said, “Ohhh, so you’ll pay attention to what I say if I touch your small breasts and slender legs?”

Giddy felt like an idiot, although she grumbled, “Yeah, pretty much.”

“What about if I decide to just touch you and not speak?”

“Hmmm, what yo says should be okay, because touching is better than listening.”

“Very good, so I’ll let my hands do the talking.” Aleisha said as she put both hands to work, her left hand engaging the right breast, while her right hand began skimming up her thighs, then cheekily yet deliberately, she cruised her hand in between her thighs. Knowing that this would be setting the creature alight, Aleisha asked, “What are you thinking about Muzzled Beast?”

Giddy shivered, not wanting to tell the Skank what she was really thinking about, and she mumbled, “Hurty-hurty, me hurty-hurty yo, choppa chop.”

“Ohhh, maybe I should go then, and let you sulk and sook all by yourself.” Aleisha said as she began walking away.

“Wait up!”

Aleisha stopped and cocked her head, and she noticed the creature staring at her buttocks. “What?”

Caught in a confusing moment, Giddy muttered, “Don’t go.”

“You want me to stay?”

“Yeah, well sure if youse untie me.”

“No, I won’t untie you, so I will go and leave you alone, and when sleeps replaces you at the next dawn, I’m pretty certain that I, me, I who doth possess such natural, breath-taking beauty, will be the main focus of your dreams.”

Unfortunately, Giddy knew that the Skank-Fucker was right, and she called out, “Wait up!”

“What?”

Aggressive, but enjoying looking at the vision before her, Giddy mumbled, “St-stay a little bit longer, for a bit.”

“Why?”

“Nit, nit, why?” Giddy asked aggressively, and with her mind in a spin, she desperately searched for a response, then when a disguised response thundered into her mind, she said timidly, “Yo made my tit itchy, and I need yo to scratch it.”

Aleisha laughed and walked back over, and she caressed the breast and asked, “This little booby with the pointy nipple; I made this little booby itchy?”

“Ummm, they’re both itchy.” Giddy replied gruffly.

Aleisha fondled both, enjoying the feel of the small, firm breasts.

With aggression fading, Giddy mumbled, “Ma legs too, you made them itchy.”

Aleisha caressed the thighs, the front, the inside of both, then asked, “All better?”

Confused, torn, not itchy, but with a different kind of aggression brewing, Giddy said with a docile mumble, “Nit-nit yo, other bits is itchy now.”

“Which bits?”

“Fuck,” Giddy snorted. “Just have a feel around, choppa!”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“What?”

“Tell me which bits, because remember, I’m just a Dumb Blond.”

“A fucking choppa-fucker Dumb Blond!”

“Hmmm, I wouldn’t call that being specific.”

“Fuck, just feel around!”

“Where?”

A little more demurely, Giddy muttered, “You know, everywhere.”

Smiling cheekily, Aleisha caressed Giddy’s right elbow as she inquired, “Here?”

Giddy wanted to bite her, or bite the helmet, or bite anything, and she snorted, “Fuck, what is it with yo?”

Aleisha skimmed her hand over the girl’s right ankle. “Here?”

“Fucking Skank fucker! Do I gotta draw yo a freaking map?” Giddy yelled, “Gasm me up for fucksakes!”

“Ohhh, is the Muzzled Beast requesting a Gasm?”

“Fuck off!”

“You want me to go?”

“No, wait up, I’m saying fuck off with yo calling yo a Muzzled Beast!”

“Get used to it, because it’s your new name.”

“Fuck off!”

“Ohhh, you do want me to go?”

So confused, so torn, so conflicted, and unfortunately, so bedazzled by the stuck-up Skank in the tiny undies, Giddy blurted, “No, don’t go, just, just fuck off!”

“Hmmm, now there’s a mixed message that this Dumb Blond doesn’t understand.”

“Fuck! I didn’t mean fuck off, I meant fuck up, and like stop fucking around and set maa Gasm free!”

Aleisha grinned, then said, “Well no, I won’t, because I’m replaceing your attitude towards me quite unpleasant.”

Enraged yet defeatedly aroused, Giddy yelled, “Shit-fuck, yo canna not touch up a person, and then stop touching when the person wants more touching!”

Aleisha laughed, then replied, “Actually, I canna do whatever I want.”

“No!” Giddy roared, “Yo just shut the fuck up and down, and tickle me up!”