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The Grande Futapest Hotel Ch. 02

MONDAY

Layla woke up. She was alone in bed, unless you counted her morning wood. Like most of her dreams, her bedside companion was gone once she awoke. Then again... she was still in Selena's house. It didn't seem likely that she had dreamed up her previous encounter with Selena Grande, yet still woke up in her house. That would push the limits of even the most dedicated sleepwalker.

Layla yawned, scratched her scalp and rolled to the edge of the bed. The side where Selena had slept was cold, though there was a wrinkled dimple in the bed where she had been. Layla pulled the robe from the floor and threw it on. She walked out the bedroom door and heard a grinding noise in the distance. The sound took her in the direction of the kitchen.

She found the source of the noise, and Selena sitting beside it. She was operating a blender filled with a swirling green tornado. Selena turned, those golden locks tumbling about her shoulders like a shampoo commercial. It was whatever-o'clock in the morning, and Selena looked absolutely fabulous. Long lashes, clear skin, beautiful blue eyes, dressed immaculately in a black-and-white dress that was fashionable yet casual. To tie it all together... there was that gentle bulge between her legs where the dress was just tight enough to show the base of her cock.

"Good morning." Selena waved, giving the mixture in the blender another spin.

Still processing the intense beauty of Selena, Layla ran back to the bedroom. She threw off her robe and entered the shower.

Selena had followed her, and spoke up just before Layla figured out how to turn on the water with the weird one-knob contraption this shower was equipped with. "What's up, Layla?" She called through the slightly open door.

"I'm just..." There was the sound of a bar of soap being scrubbed vigorously against skin. "I just want to shower."

"Layla, I looked just like you did when I rolled out of bed, OK?" Selena said, through the shower curtain. "No need to be self-conscious about it."

"How can I not be self-conscious when you look like you're ready for a photo shoot or something?"

"I've been up for an hour. You just woke up."

"That only took you an hour?"

"What can I say? I'm a busy woman. I know what works, and what's fast."

Selena stood there a little while longer, watching the white plume of steam emerge from above the doorway and spread across the ceiling. Selena entered the bathroom and put her hand behind the shower curtain. Layla cried out, but all the invading hand did was turn the water temperature down.

"You don't want to do hot showers." Selena said as her hand vanished back behind the curtain.

Layla was in Selena's shower, and her hand reached in... and she just pulled the Dad move of turning down the thermostat. Selena continued to defy her expectations. She was too surprised to even ask why.

Layla showered quickly, dried her hair and returned to the kitchen, considerably more presentable... but still in her bathrobe. Selena was drinking the green concoction she had blended.

"Is that seaweed?" Layla asked.

Selena pulled the glass away from her mouth. "Try it." She said, offering it to Layla.

She accepted it, but looked at it uneasily. "Avocado?"

"Just give it a try."

She took a sip. The smoothie moved slowly, like partially melted ice cream. Layla only got a little taste. The flavor was familiar, though she couldn't immediately identify it. "I don't know what that is."

"Everyone's eaten this." Selena hinted. "Maybe with some peanut butter."

The light bulb went on over Layla's head. "Celery!"

Selena snapped her finger at the correct answer, taking the glass back and drinking the rest of the cold mixture in two long sips, a big breath separating the two.

"Is that your breakfast?" Layla asked, looking at the now empty and lightly-streaked glass.

"Most days." Selena exhaled. "A cold smoothie might not be what others would want for breakfast in January, but that's me. If I'm really peckish, I'll have a bagel or wheat toast or an egg white omelet. But I'm low on egg whites."

"Why..." Layla stopped herself from asking what now appeared to be an obvious question. An article she read a long time ago popped back into her mind like a groundhog. "Wait." She pointed one finger upwards. "I think this is starting to make sense. Celery, no hot showers... by chance, do you drink pineapple juice?"

Selena pointed to the fridge. "Help yourself." Layla opened the stainless steel refrigerator covered in travel magnets and found about forty cans of pineapple juice in varying sizes, mostly one-serving cans. Selena continued, "I wish they made them in twenty-ounce bottles, because they only seem to come in ten ounces or forty ounces. Forty ounces would be an awful lot to drink all at once."

Layla accepted one of the many cans, taking one from the door. She opened it and took a sip. "So... we all know the urban legend that eating or drinking pineapple makes come taste better."

"Excuse me." Selena interrupted. "Bigfoot is an urban legend. The pineapple thing is absolutely, definitely, verifiably true."

"Well, OK. I hadn't done the research on that." Layla sat at the island near Selena. "So the pineapple is for flavor, but celery is mostly for increasing... volume."

"The volume is the main concern, obviously." Selena said. "Staying hydrated, zinc supplements, lecithin... it's all perfectly safe, and it increases how much I can come."

Layla finished her can, gesturing with it to ask where she should put the recycling. Selena pointed to a lower drawer that opened to reveal a plastic bin half-filled with cans. Layla released the can into the bin.

"Rinse it?" Selena said the moment before the can clattered against the others in the bin. "Ah, whatever. It goes out tomorrow anyway. In the summer, I have to rinse them all or I'll have fruit flies. Awful disgusting little things."

"So... are you saying I should start taking pills or whatever to come harder?" Layla asked.

"You shouldn't take ANYTHING without talking to a doctor first. Even vitamins can be harmful if you take them when your body doesn't need it."

"Well..." Layla trailed off.

"You don't have health insurance?"

"I might still be on my mom's plan."

A gentle pause. "If you don't have it, get it. Your body is how you make money. It is your musical instrument. Take good care of it."

"Is everything you do to make your cumshots as big as possible?"

"Everything I do, outside of some leisure activities, is to make sure I perform my job as best I can." Selena explained. "It's not that I'm obsessed, or that I can't miss a dose of my pills or I have to do everything a certain way. I try to adhere to my diet and routine as much as I can, considering my job takes me all over the place at random days."

"Are you going to feed me smoothies?"

"The volume of your ejaculate doesn't matter if you can't control it. We're going to focus on controlling that. It's like learning to play acoustic guitar before electric. So... once you've had breakfast, we'll head back to your place and get whatever you need to stay here for a while. And I'll see if I can teach you how to hold back."

"Sure." A small silence. "If there's no smoothie for me, then I'm just going to eat my leftover pizza."

"Go for it." She gestured to the fridge again. "That's a perfectly fine breakfast in my book."

Layla retrieved her leftovers and munched gently at one cold piece of pizza. She looked at the base of the blender as Selena loaded the blender jar into her dishwasher. The brand name jumped out at her.

"This is a BlendTec?" She asked, in a way that made her feel silly right afterwards. The name was right there.

"Yes, it is." Selena smiled broadly, evidently prouder of this purchase than her car. It really looked like she wanted to find a roof on this thing to slap. "I tried blending the crowbar like they didn't have the balls to do for real."

"You certainly have big balls." Layla said. Selena let the silence hang, knowing Layla would ask, "What happened?"

"I broke it. I'm actually lucky I wasn't hurt or killed." She ran her finger along a gouge in the marble countertop. "That's what this mark is from. Not sure what actually hit it, if it was the crowbar or some piece of metal off the blender when it... exploded. Anyway, when I bought the second one on the same day the first one was delivered, they asked me, 'was it defective?' and I said, 'no, I broke it trying to blend the crowbar.' And the woman on the phone very nicely said, 'If we send you another one, please don't do that again. We do say on the videos not to try it at home.' I guess they didn't want any deaths actually attributed to it."

"Did you at least film it?"

"Actually, no." Selena said. "Not even on my phone. I was just curious. I really should've, but I don't own a camera. I'm more of an in-front-of-the-camera kind of woman."

Layla nibbled a little more of her pizza. Selena put her hands on her hips. "Well, I'm ready to go when you are."

Layla started running back to the bedroom, pizza clenched between her teeth. "I'll get dressed." She said.

A few seconds later, she left the bedroom. "My clothes aren't in there. They're by the pool."

Later still, she returned to the kitchen, fully dressed, the pizza gone but for a few slightly greasy fingertips that she wiped on her sweatshirt. Her phone was in her less greasy hand. "I just watched the crowbar thing again. They didn't say 'don't try it at home' in the video."

"They don't?!"

Selena and Layla watched the whole video together, shoulder-to-shoulder, hovering over Layla's phone.

"They don't!" Selena cried.

"Did you know this video is ten years old?"

"Is it really?" Selena looked at the date it was posted. "It doesn't feel like Youtube's been around for ten years at all."

"Sometimes, it feels like you've been around forever, too." Layla said. "I feel like I've been watching for as long as I've... been watching that kind of video."

Selena wore a simple smile. They walked towards the garage. "It's still nice to have someone who will completely own up to masturbating to videos of me."

"I know for a fact that I jerked off to your videos on stream before."

"Now, THAT I want to see."

"Well, you can't see your video in MY video, since I record from my laptop's camera. And my streaming service doesn't save anything automatically. If the video still exists, it's on Xvideos or whatever because someone recorded their screen while I was broadcasting."

"You're lucky." Selena said. "You're making a product that cannot be replicated: the live interaction. Someone pirates one of my movies and I'm out of luck. But then again, the people releasing the DVDs or videos just have to make buying the porn as convenient as possible so they don't bother going through the hoops of pirating it." She opened her car door and Layla hustled around to the other side.

Layla looked away as she was buckling her seat belt. "As a reasonably tech-savvy futa pervert... I should confess that I have pirated a lot of your videos."

"That's fine." Selena waved her hand. "You don't owe me a thing." She backed out of her garage. "Unless I'm pregnant from last night. In which case... I totally expect you to pay child support."

The car was silent as she pulled out of her driveway. Selena glanced over Layla, who was blushing and fidgeting a bit. "Did THAT make you hard? You impregnating me somehow?"

"No." Layla denied. "Just... I honestly wasn't sure if I dreamed that or not. I'm still sort of starry-eyed about this whole thing."

"It's definitely not a dream." Selena assured her. "But if hanging out with me is your idea of a dream come true... I don't know if I've ever been so flattered in my whole life."

---

Since it was now half-past-ten, traffic on the highway was significantly less crowded than the last time they drove this particular stretch of road. This is one of the reasons Selena didn't mind driving back to Glendale after having just made the trek back to Tarzana. The drive was definitely faster and breezier.

"So, we've spend the better part of an entire day together." Selena said as they drove. "If you're starting to feel like you need a break, we can just put on some music rather than talk. But if you still have questions for me, you can feel free to ask."

"Well, I asked most of the polite ones on the long ride in yesterday." Layla confessed. "I've got more, but..."

"You can ask anything you want." Selena said. "I'd like to think I'm pretty transparent. But there is a difference between asking me about my porn life and my real life."

"I wouldn't never ask you about anything too personal, like how you lost your virginity or something." Layla said. "Or your real name. I honestly don't care about your real name at all. I'm perfectly happy to call you Selena."

"Well, as far as questions about my non-porno sex life... you pretty much know by now that I don't really have that much sex outside of work, so... no sense asking about that."

"So you're... single, then?" Layla asked.

"You ask me this after you come inside me?"

"I'm sorry! I was overwhelmed."

"Don't be sorry. It was lovely. I told you." Selena looked at her briefly. "So... yes. I'm currently unattached."

There was a brief silence. "And now my question for you is..." Selena asked. "Does my being single make me more attractive?"

"I don't know, since I can't really imagine you being any sexier." Layla chuckled. "And either way... if I'm being good like I'm supposed to, I can't... make a move or anything."

"Are you hard again?"

"Yeah. It's going to happen a lot." Layla smiled. "No sense in asking me that. If I'm sitting next to you, I'm either hard or half-hard."

"I've scarcely ever met anyone who's as... into me as you seem to be." Selena said. "Would you call yourself my biggest fan?"

"I'm sure there are bigger fans out there, but maybe I'm the biggest fan who isn't actually obsessed or crazy."

"You're the biggest fan who I'd actually want in my car."

"Sure."

There was a break in the conversation. Layla asked another question she didn't have the nerve to ask earlier. "Do you have breast implants?"

"No, I do not." Selena answered flatly. "I am a natural 36DD."

"Lucky you." Layla pouted softly.

"I have to be honest... most people aren't big fans of my breasts." Selena observed.

"You can't be serious."

"I am." Selena nodded ruefully. "Very few fans comment or email me about my body, and even fewer anything but compliments, and fewer still about anything but my penis.

"I know for a fact that my breasts are very perky and nice for how big they are. But in porn, people want breasts that are literal hemispheres, breasts that stand out like a shelf. It's just because most of the large breasts they see in porn ARE implants, and thus that's what people get used to seeing, what they associate with being aroused. I'm convinced that's why some men are aroused when a woman looks disinterested. Like the Blurred Lines music video, where the girls are actually topless and looking completely bored and neutral. I'm almost positive they had them do that because that's the reaction men get from women that they encounter in strip clubs."

"I... have never been in a strip club, but I can picture what you mean."

"Of course not. You're not old enough, since most of them serve beer."

"I am old enough to... look up this video on my phone."

"Do you like that song?"

"No, I'm keeping the sound off."

"Thank God." Selena said with obvious relief. "I have no idea why that song took off."

"Are you opposed to plastic surgery?" Layla asked.

"Not at all. But that decision is more practical than anything else. In order to make my breasts substantially bigger, I'd have to graduate to a G-cup or H-cup. But then my ass would look tiny... and it would even make my dick look smaller! I like my proportions just the way they are, and I never needed the orb-shaped boulder breasts to be popular, so... I never bothered."

A small silence. "Do people only like big cocks because they see lots of big cocks in porn?"

"No. That's completely natural." Selena reasoned. "But if those guys who inject silicone into their dicks became the mainstream... yeah, big, lumpy, stretched-out cannoli-looking dicks might become what people would want." She paused to use her indicator. "Have you ever seen those videos?"

"I've seen a few..."

A longer pause. "You ever masturbate to them?"

"Once or twice." Layla shrugged. "There was one where the guy's thing was all purple."

"That wasn't from silicone injections." Selena said. "In fact... if it's the guy I'm thinking of... he did that with cock pumps. He's almost certainly impotent now from doing it, and has to use cock rings and stuff like that to get hard at all. I think that guy's a complete idiot. He took what was probably a decent cock and made it horrible and useless. And I'm still bigger."

"Yeah. I couldn't bring myself to jack it to that guy."

The last word in that sentence brought a question to Selena's mind. "So... are you bisexual?"

"I've never liked that word." Layla almost winced at hearing it. "I feel like 'bisexual' could be a stupid way to describe a futa."

"It's the word we've got. And everyone knows what it means. I've never once, not even a single time have I met a futa who wasn't attracted to other futa. So that's never really in question. I guess in this context, what I'm asking is... are you attracted to men?"

Layla seemed to take a long time with that question.

Selena jumped back in. "You don't have to answer."

"No, I will." Layla said. "The truth is... I might be pansexual. I like men, and I like women, but they're both missing stuff that I like. So I can be attracted to anyone, but not half as much as other futa."

"Have you ever done a scene with a man?"

Layla looked across at her. "I've only done solo scenes."

"Oh!" Selena piped. "So Sunday was your first time doing a scene with a partner?"

"Yeah." Layla said. "That's why I screwed it up."

"I'm sure you did fine." Selena said. "I really want to see it."

"It won't be anything special." Layla shrugged. "So earlier, you said that you're hetero for the cheddar-o."

"I should trademark that. Six years later, I'm still really proud of that phrase."

"So... you're not attracted to men?"

"Other than the dicks? No, not really." Selena said. "Especially the ones I work with who want futadom, like futa domination... those guys are all insane."

"If it's insane to want you to fuck my ass, then lock me up."

"No, I mean... I did one scene, and he's like, 'I want more!'" Selena opened up with sudden passion, undoubtedly remembering a particular conversation. "What do you mean 'more?!' I've got the biggest dick in porn, one of the biggest in the world! What the hell do you mean 'more?!' I tell you what, I'd never say that to someone pounding my ass. I'd act like it was more than I could take, even if he's got half a Tic-Tac down there, because that's what you do!"

Selena caught her breath. "I'm sorry. That just really bothered me."

"Why would a guy with half a Tic-Tac be in porn?"

"Some guys with little dicks make a living in humiliation porn." Selena said. "They wanted me to star with some other futa and do some humiliation, but... they couldn't find a futa who was small enough to make it work."

"What about me?"

"Don't be silly, Layla."

Selena kept driving.

"You enjoying the video?"

"I can't believe this is on Youtube. It's not even age-restricted!"

Selena glanced to her side for a moment, seeing the beige room where the disinterested models danced without their shirts. On another day, this room might contain Justin Long hawking an overpriced computer, or an Internet comedian in a red tie yelling about a cartoon from the eighties.
"The video where three women walk around in thongs and shake their tits around... isn't age-restricted."

"I'm not logged in on my phone, so... it seems that way."

Selena shook her head softly. "Friggin' Youtube..."

---

When they pulled off the highway and into Glendale, they encountered that ever-bothersome obstacle that they were deprived of on the interstate: the stoplight. While they were stopped, Layla noticed Selena was clenching her teeth a bit, barely visible through her cheeks.

"Are you all right?" Layla asked.

"Yeah, I'm just doing kegels."

"Here? Now?"

"You can do them anywhere. If I'm just sitting around, like at a stoplight, I'll try to do a hundred before the light changes."

"What are the benefits?"

"They say it helps women achieve orgasms more easily, and it helps men have bigger, more intense erections and stops premature ejaculations." Selena explained, a gentle clipping in her voice betraying that she hadn't stopped, even as she kept driving. "My erections were always pretty big and intense, and my orgasms were pretty easy, so..."

"I guess I should start doing that, then." Layla said.

"Yes, but it'll take a long time before notice a difference." Selena said. "Like months. If it's the cure to your premature ejaculations, it'll be a while before you notice. And you have to stick with it, like any exercise regimen."

Layla typed her address into Selena's phone and the electronic voice directed them to Layla's apartment. She parked in the parking lot in Layla's assigned parking space, the first time Layla had ever used it. Some thoughtless jerks had parked in her spot before. If it was temporary, or just for a guest of someone else living there, she wouldn't mind. She didn't have much use of it. One car was parked there for days, as she had placed a piece of chalk under one of the tires, where it would have been crushed if it had ever been driven away. The building manager eventually had that guy towed. He didn't even live in the building; his girlfriend did.

Layla and Selena walked up the three flights of stairs to Layla's apartment. It was quite small, the living area-slash-kitchen leading into a single bedroom and a tiny bathroom. Layla didn't seem to own a lot of stuff. Her furniture all appeared to be second-hand. There was no carpet or rugs, with everything on the hardwood. The scuffs the coffee table might make on those floors would certainly eat up her security deposit.

"So what do you want to bring with you?" Selena asked. "Other than some new clothing, of course."

"Probably just my laptop and stuff." Layla went to her bedroom and started to strip off yesterday's clothing. Selena followed, but not noisily enough to not startle Layla as she turned around. She covered her breasts with her hands. Selena just laughed, putting her forehead in her hand momentarily.

Layla relaxed, stripping off the rest of yesterday's clothing, walking around in just her socks. Selena watched as Layla slowly got hard.

"Do you want me to wait out there?" Selena asked.

"No way." Layla said, still blushing a bit as she went through her clothing. She threw a few T-shirts into her backpack, and retrieved a few rolled pairs of yoga pants.

"Wait a second." Selena interjected. "I didn't say anything before, but... you probably shouldn't wear tight pants like those yoga pants."

Layla looked at her. "Why not?"

"You might restrict blood flow to your cock."

"They're not that tight." Layla defended. "I never feel restricted by them. And besides, they make my ass look great."

"Your great ass makes your ass look great." Selena said. "But yeah, they do."

In defiance of Selena, Layla stepped into a pair of gray yoga pants, pulling them up to her waist. The curves of Layla's slender ass were perfectly accented, and her boner was silhouetted at her side. "See? It's not that tight? It'll stretch a lot... You see why I wear sweatshirts around my waist..."

"But that also covers the ass..." Selena said. "Which is the whole point of yoga pants, right?"

Rather than answer, Layla looked around for something. Not a piece of clothing, but a pair of scissors. She pulled her waistband and lowered the scissors into them, a move that alarmed Selena. Layla poked one blade of the scissors through the fabric of the pants and proceeded to cut a small circle directly in the crotch of the pants.

"There we go!" Layla said, setting the scissors down on her dresser, proudly presenting her erection, the small gray circle of lycra resting on the head like a tablecloth thrown across the caldera of a volcano. "How did we not invent this years ago?"

"See, that's why I almost always wear skirts." Selena shook her hips back and forth, and her hanging cock swung from behind it, brushing it around like a dog wagging his tail while hiding beneath a tablecloth. "They have to be a certain length to keep everything hidden, but I don't tuck and I don't squish anything. No panties, either, ever. Not even on set. I actually got an auction shut down on Ebay where someone was claiming to sell an 'authentic screen-used' pair of my panties, and I asked the seller, 'where did you get them? Because I don't wear panties.' So yeah, skirts, robes and sometimes very loose pajama bottoms if I'm really feeling lazy."

"Someone should manufacture yoga pants with a skirt part in the front, so you could hang unencumbered and still have an ass shrink-wrapped like a music CD."

"As if you ever bought a music CD."

"I..." Layla hesitated. "No, you're right. I never did." Layla inspected Selena's rear, unflatteringly covered with a skirt. Skirts were nice for showing off long legs, but nothing was so pleasant as a rear packed into the delicate spandex-like material of the yoga pants.

"I want to see what your ass looks like in these." Layla pointed.

"I don't mind trying those on, if they already have the hole in them."

Layla slipped the altered pair off and passed them to Selena. With the unsnapping of a fastener, Selena's skirt fell off, as if it was held in place with a single thread. Her cock hung mightily between her legs. Comparisons to horses and elephant's trunks seemed insufficient.

Selena removed her shoes and stepped into the yoga pants, pulling them up her shapely legs like pantyhose. They seemed to fit OK, stretching more than they did when Layla wore them. She brought them up to her hips, slipping them past her cock and over her ass. Rather than constricting her ass, it spread over them like liquid, the gray material growing semi-translucent as the material stretched over Selena's larger rear.

"Oh, that's not so bad." Selena said, spinning in place, presenting the beautifully defined rear to Layla. "It's like wearing a sock over your butt or something. I wouldn't want to force my cock to live in here, but--"

She was cut off as Layla wrapped her arms around Selena's stomach. Layla rubbed her bare cock in between Selena's buttocks. Selena didn't back away, letting Layla grind against her ass as she stood firm. Layla's turgid cock rubbed against the soft fabric and firm yet yielding flesh of Selena's rear. Layla's hands slipped into Selena's shirt and grabbed her breasts, dense and heavy, but standing shapely without a bra.

"I really should be discouraging you from doing this..." Selena said, rolling her head a bit, feeling Layla's hot breath against her shoulder. Layla gently nibbled on Selena's left earlobe. Her cock slowly engorged. "But... this is really nice."

"God, how do you not wear a bra?" Layla huffed.

"You're not wearing a bra, either."

"I have small titties."

"No, you don't. I think they're perfect."

"No, they're not."

Selena spun around, pushing Layla into her bed. "Take off your shirt." Selena commanded gently.

Layla took off her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. Selena straddled her, sitting on Layla's stomach and resting her cock between Layla's tits.

"See?" Layla said. "I have to press them together just to give you a titjob." Layla demonstrated this by doing exactly what she said. Her tits didn't completely encircle Selena's dong, rather making her breasts into the bun for Selena's huge hot dog.

"Layla, everyone has to do that." Selena said. "It's just gravity." She pumped her cock a few times, feeling her soft titty flesh against her cock. She moaned. "This totally works."

"Don't stop." Layla cooed, rubbing her own cock. "Please spray your come all over me."

Selena inched forward, bringing the head of her cock up to Layla's mouth. Selena used one finger to hold Layla's head down against the pillow in case she would leap up and start sucking it. With the other hand, stating at the base, she pressed down on the underside of her cock and ran it up to the head, gathering a big drop of crystal clear precum, just big enough to fall from the tip under its own weight.

Layla ate the drop like it was ambrosia, swirling it around her mouth with her tongue, luxuriating in the subtle flavor. She stuck out her tongue for another morsel. Instead, Selena slid forward and let her weight settle on Layla's face. Selena smothered Layla with her crotch, and Layla grabbed Selena's buttocks. Layla rubbed her head back and forth, teasing Selena's pussy with her nose before probing it through the yoga pants with her tongue. Selena's balls came to rest on Layla's eyes.

The lyrca of the yoga pants grew wet, much quicker than Layla's tongue could be responsible for. Layla could feel the lips of her gash through the thin material, sucking and teasing it back and forth with her tongue.

Selena's body started to shake a bit, and she dismounted Layla's face. Once free, Layla pounced up and got Selena back down on the bed. They rolled around together, kissing passionately, but going no further, the thin moist wall of lycra still guarding Selena's pussy from Layla's teasing thrust. They slowed, Selena stroking the hair out of Layla's face with the back of her hand.

"You're quite bold, aren't you?" Selena purred from beneath Layla.

Layla started to giggle. "I swear I'm not normally like this. I just can't resist you."

"In theory, I'm trying to teach you to do just that. To hold back, to stay in control."

"It doesn't sound as fun as jumping on you."

"It's not."

Layla dipped in and took a few kisses from Selena's willing lips.

"So..." Selena hummed suggestively, walking her fingers up Layla's bare side. How often had Layla wished Selena had done just that? "What's good to eat for lunch around here?"

Layla just laughed. "Give me a minute to calm down."

"I'll get dressed, if that will help." Selena stepped out of the yoga pants and put her skirt back on. The front hem of the skirt was held aloft by her erection, giving it the appearance of a raised drawbridge under a curtain.

Somehow, that image was equally as alluring as the sight of her naked erection. Layla's heart fluttered, and she looked away.

"Try this." Selena suggested. "Breathe in on an eight count, and out on a ten count. Eventually, it'll subside."

Layla inhaled too fast to count to eight, but breathed out slower, and did so a few more times. She tried to clear her head of intrusive thoughts, pretending the paragon of human sexuality and the object of her deepest fantasies wasn't standing in her bedroom with a huge boner.

In a minute, Layla was mostly flaccid. She picked up the altered yoga pants, put them back on, and wore the sweater around her waist backwards, with the body of the shirt hanging over her crotch like a loincloth. The hole wasn't visible, and her rear wasn't covered by the sleeves.

"This seems like a good compromise."

"Wear the yoga pants if you want, even without the alteration. I'm just telling you how I do it." Selena said. "Do you own an outfit that's more professional? In case I have to take you someplace a little more formal?"

Layla found a gray button-up top and pencil mini-skirt among her clothing. She put them on top of the rest of her clothes, along with her assortment of lingerie and other nightwear. Layla found her laptop, put it in the bag, along with the charging cord, and one electronic device that Selena definitely recognized: a vibrator.

"You don't have to bring that." Selena said. "I've got sex toys."

Layla showed her the non-phallic end. Selena looked closer. On the back of the device, there was a micro-USB port. "That thing is powered by USB?" Selena asked.

"Powered AND controlled." Layla smiled. "I got the electronics from China, but I replaced the actual dildo part because there was a recall. Something about lead."

"Ew." Selena groaned. Layla put the dildo away in her laptop bag rather than with her clothing in her backpack. She threw the backpack around her back and the laptop bag across her shoulders, anf they left Layla's apartment.

"For lunch... do you have any dietary restrictions?" Layla said. "Are you allergic to anything? Was that a vegan pizza we had last night and you didn't tell me?"

"Nothing like that." Selena said. "I eat mostly fruits and vegetables if I'm by myself, but if I'm with someone, I'm perfectly fine eating whatever. Again, it's not about being perfectly rigid about diet or self-control. It's about keeping on track as much as is practical while running my business and living my life."

"OK." Layla said. "Fast food hamburgers it is."

"I think we could perhaps do a little better than that."

"We had frozen pizza last night."

"Really GOOD frozen pizza. Fast food hamburgers are lousy hamburgers." They reached the bottom of one flight of stairs. "If that's what you want, then I'll do it. But... there's no local flavor you partake in?"

"I usually order in from a Chinese place." Layla said as they descended another flight. "I know the phone number, but not the address. Actually, I don't know the phone number, but it's in my phone."

"Well, there must be something nearby." Selena looked out the window at the landing between two flights of stairs. "What's that place?"

Across the street was a restaurant decorated with colored faux-stones and lanterns. The sign said, "Wajba."

"Oh, that's a Moroccan restaurant." Layla said, continuing down the stairs. "Never been there."

"It's right there, and you've never been?" Selena took Layla's hand and they finished the last set of stairs much faster. "Let's get some lunch."

After crossing the street in a potentially dangerous maneuver, dragging Layla behind her by the hand, Selena was a little disappointed to learn that the restaurant was open for dinner only, and would begin its work day at 6PM. She still took a picture of the door to remind herself to try it the next time she was in Glendale.

They crossed the street again and returned to Selena's car, this time using the crosswalk at Layla's insistence.

Selena and Layla got lunch at a nearby place that apparently couldn't decide if it was a coffee shop or a diner. Selena got a cranberry scone and a chicken sandwich, the lettuce on this thing the closest thing to a salad they had. Layla got a corn muffin and a cup of surprisingly good strawberry yogurt. The muffin was way too sweet for her, another victim in the slow march of all muffins transforming inexorably into unfrosted cupcakes.

Layla noticed Selena glance towards the door every time she heard the bell at the top jingle as someone either entered or left. It seemed like she was waiting for someone to recognize her, and wasn't exactly eager for that to happen, either.

"How often do you get recognized in public?" Layla whispered to Selena.

"Not that often." Selena said. "Sometimes, people see me, but can't work up the nerve to talk to me. After all, they're in public, too. Basically, the brave are those who can bear to talk to me, assuming that nobody else in the vicinity knows who I am. If they just sit and look at me from afar... I usually just do this." She puckered her lips at Layla and smacked them gently, like blowing a kiss without using her hands.

Selena had only used it from a distance, but with Layla sitting in such close proximity... it was very powerful indeed. She blushed a bit and shifted in her seat.

"You hard again?" Selena grinned.

"I'm just going to eat my muffin..." Layla pinched a little crumb off what remained of the top. "Very... very slowly."

---

After lunch, they began the drive back to Selena's home, again avoiding the traffic that would undoubtedly turn the highway into a parking lot in the early evening. When conversations slowed, Selena tapped a few buttons on her phone, probably in violation of some law about using your phone while driving. Her phone broadcast to her car stereo through Bluetooth and began playing.

"Chapter 5." Said a slightly husky female voice. "My Littlest Friend."

The voice proceeded to narrate. "My meeting with Annie having concluded, I was finally free to engage myself in activities I much prefer. This meant a stop to the drive-through ice cream parlor to get a cup of cookie dough ice cream for me, myself and I."

"What is this?" Layla asked.

"It's an audiobook." Selena said quickly, inside the narrator's pause.

The narrator continued, "I've said it before, and I'll say it again. The best things in life... have calories. Except sex. Sex burns calories. Those are the yin and yang of my life. The two things I do for pleasure, sex and ice cream, in equal measures to balance each other other in perfect synchronicity."

"Is this supposed to be sexy?"

"These books always put filler in there somewhere." Selena was now talking over the narrator, knowing she wasn't going to say anything interesting just yet. "By the end of the chapter, she's usually having sex with someone."

"I could call up Jason, but he's starting to get a bit of a gut on him. He calls it his fuel tank for the love machine, but--"

"Is that the best she could come up with?" Layla sneered. "I've seen that written on greeting cards."

"I'm not actually sure if the author's a man or woman." Selena said. "Whoever it is, they're too old to be a futa. I know that." Selena paused the audiobook with a button on her steering wheel. "Did you know that once the first futa reached adulthood, there was a humongous explosion of interest in MILFs?"

"Why?"

"Because MILFs were too old to be futa. They were what they called... 'safe.' As in, a woman born before The Comet wouldn't surprise you with a dick."

"I've never heard that."

"I saw it mostly on the Internet, so maybe it was one of those ideas that can only survive there, like having a sexual fetish for bar stools or flat-earthers. But yeah, it was discouraging."

Selena unpaused the audiobook. "Lucky for me," Selena added. "The 'safe' thing seems to be a trend exclusively populated by men, so... no great loss for me."

The narrator in the audiobook continued, "A voice to my right said, 'don't you think you're neglecting me?' I turned to the passenger's seat. Perhaps this was my imagination, but there she was, holding my plastic takeout spoon, that little lump of flesh from which all pleasure comes: my clitoris."

Layla held her breath for just a moment before erupting into hard, incredulous laughter.

"OK, the rest of the book wasn't like this." Selena defended, actually feeling a little embarrassed. "The sex scenes were actually hot."

Layla eventually regained control of herself, wiping a tear away from her eye. "Oh, wow. I was afraid you were testing me to see if I could control myself while listening to some sexy woman describe all the fucking she's doing."

"That was the idea." Selena said. "But this one apparently gets very silly. Who does that? What sense does it make to combine silliness and erotica? Humor is... like, the antithesis of desire."

The car was now silent, but for the gentle purr of the engine.

"It's funny." Selena continued. "She's talking about neglecting her clitoris. Well... at least she doesn't have a big ball sack hanging in front of hers. Nobody ever pays any attention to mine at all."
"They say there's more nerve endings in the clit than in the cock head." Layla said, forgetting what website had told her that. "But I think you've probably got more nerves in your cock than some people have in their whole bodies."

"That might prove to be your biggest hurdle in learning to control it." Selena said. "If you had a smaller cock, maybe it would be easier to stay in control."

Layla blew a raspberry. "Hell no. I already wish I was in the double digits, at least. I'm not going backwards."

"Then I guess no more Mountain Dew for you."

"That's an urban legend, isn't it?"

"Maybe. In fact, quite probably. I just don't take chances with things like that."

---

Once they arrived at the mansion, Selena took a long phone call in her office, which left Layla free to mess around on her phone and accomplish nothing. For dinner, Selena made two egg white omelets flavored with a salsa that was, as Layla helpfully described, 'absolutely rocking.' Even when making an omelet, Selena moved with precision and confidence, having surely made hundreds of omelets before this one.

Selena asked if Layla wouldn't mind doing the dishes while she returned to her work. Layla agreed, and filled the sink with hot, sudsy water. She washed the plates, forks, and a few other dishes that had been there since the night before. This included the pizza cutter from yesterday, on which flecks of cheese and sauce had congealed. She blasted it with the hot water directly from the faucet until most of the crud was gone, as she had done with many a dirty coffee cup in her previous career. Layla wished she'd just done this last night.

She dried the plates and cups with a dish towel and put them back. Layla couldn't find the drawer from which the pizza slicer had originated. There seemed to be several drawers filled with kitchen implements, but none of them had an obvious space for the cutter. She left it on the towel to be shepherded to its proper home by Selena at a later date.

It was only then that Layla noticed another stainless steel appliance near the sink. Like the fridge, it was a shiny and featureless rectangle. Feeling her hand around the top led her to find the latch, and down slid the front door to a state-of-the-art dishwasher.

Having gone from a modest farm in Oregon to a crappy apartment in California, Layla had never used a dishwasher. Had Selena meant for her to just load the dishwasher?

Layla walked to Selena's bedroom, or rather the bedroom they'd shared the night before. She wasn't there. Layla explored the house, finding a few locked rooms of unknown use. Why would a woman who lives alone have locked rooms in her house? She could think of places where Selena wouldn't want guests to go, but Layla's mind went to one of two possibilities: sex dungeon... or regular dungeon.

As she kept exploring, Layla finally found a door with a light on inside it. She knocked gently.

"Come on in." Called Selena from the other side.

Layla entered and saw two things. Firstly, this was evidently Selena's office, or at least a mostly empty room with a computer desk. Second, Selena was looking at naked pictures and playing with herself at her computer.

"Oh, my God, I'm sorry." Layla backed out of the room.

"Layla?" Selena spun her chair to face the door. Layla reappeared in the doorway. "I said 'come on in.' I knew what I was doing. I'm not doing anything you haven't watched me do on the Internet."

"That's why I ran." Layla said, walking back into the room, the sweatshirt around her waist standing up from her erection. "Are you just... edging?"

"I'm actually reviewing a photo set to pick which ones I want to go out." She scrolled back up to the top of the folder containing about three hundred pictures. She opened the first one. "Like we're not going to use this one, because my eyes are half-open." She dragged it to a different folder. "And this one... it's not a flattering angle there. I look sort of fat."

"You don't Photoshop anything, do you?"

"No, nothing like that." Selena said. "Or at least, they're not supposed to. They make the colors more dynamic and make my skin pop out a bit, make my eyes that almost supernatural blue, but it's all just what's in the RAW image. It's not making something totally fake, like distorting the picture to make me look thinner or anything."

Selena took hold of herself again, this time clenching it with a soft microfiche towel.

"Is that a jizz rag?" Layla asked.

"It's just a soft towel." Selena said. "If I'm at my desk, I try to edge with this to reduce the friction on my cock. I'm already being pretty gentle, but this is very soft." She browsed through a few more pictures of herself.

"You edge to images of yourself?" Layla asked.

"I edge all the time. I've edged to Jeopardy, too, but that doesn't mean I'm filled with lust at Alex Trebek's sturdy biceps, or whatever it is straight people like about men other than the dicks." Selena set her towel down and turned the chair towards her. "Anyway, did you need something, or do you want to help me pick out some of these pictures?"

"Oh yeah." Layla hadn't needed a reason to enter a room to look at Selena play with her huge erection, but this time, she had one prepared. "The whole thing about me washing the dishes..."

"Yes?"

"You have a dishwasher."

"Yes."

"So... why did you ask me to wash the dishes?" Layla asked. "Was it some kind of test? To see if I would be patient enough to do something instead of finding a secluded room to masturbate in?"

"I think I was testing to see if you'd do it." Selena said. "If you did it, I can see that you're willing to do stuff you might not like just to get the job done. If you asked why we weren't using the dishwasher, I could assume you valued your time and wanted to do things efficiently."

"So... this was a test? Could I have failed it?"

"The only way you could have failed it is if you said, 'no, I'm not washing dishes, that's stupid.' There's many, many disaffected Californian youths who would just say no because washing dishes isn't on brand or some crap. But I already knew you weren't going to just shoot me down. Because you're cool like that."

Layla bit her lip, holding her hand to her heart. "Y-you think I'm cool?"

"You are cool." Selena said, looking down at the bulge appearing in the sweater around her waist. "And sexy, too."

Layla moved in and kissed Selena, nearly jumping into Selena's lap. They kissed until Layla bucked her head away at the new sensation of rubbing her cock against Selena's. She rolled her hips, rubbing her cock along Selena's.

"I never get to do this..." Selena said. "I don't get futa costars often enough."

"MmMMmm... it's so hot and big..."

"I think that should be 'big and hot.' But yes, it is. So is yours."

"Look how much shorter mine is."

"Who cares? You could make anyone squeal with that."

"Not you."

"I have to hold back. If you want to fill me up again, that's your choice, but... you need to ask yourself: do you want me because you want me, or is it because you can't control yourself?"

Layla whimpered, resting her head on Selena's shoulder. "Discipline sucks."

"You want to help me pick some pictures, or are you going to sit on my shoulder like a parrot?"

Layla turned around in place, staying in Selena's lap, and looked through some pictures of Selena's amazing cock... as she felt it rubbing against her back.

---

After the pictures were sorted, Layla decided she would stream tonight to make up for not streaming the night before. If she had told her chat what precisely she had been doing the night before that caused her to miss her stream... they would not have believed it. She could hardly believe it herself.

Layla opened her broadcasting software and went live. Not long after, the chat room began to fill. About four hundred eager porn fans arrived within a few minutes, and she took down her standby graphics and revealed herself.

The astute chatters noticed she wasn't in her bedroom, but in a bathroom. She'd never streamed from the bathroom before, they noted. The laptop was resting on the sink, facing the bathtub and shower.

"Hey, everyone." Layla said softly, leaning into the camera. She was dressed in a white bathrobe. "It's Layla. How is everyone?" She waited a few seconds for the chat to respond. The chat filled with salutations. "I'm starting a bit early tonight, because I'm... at a friend's house. But I had a long day, so I decided what better way to relax than with a nice shower?"

Layla dropped her bathrobe to the floor, nude and fully erect underneath. The chat commented on how fast she was going today. She usually wasn't already hard when she started, many fans enjoying watching it grow and stiffen as the chat worked her up. Layla was plenty worked up tonight.

"So... why don't we chat while I shower up?" She pressed a few buttons to magnify the chat window, so she could read it while standing in the shower. She turned on the water, making it just warm enough that it would be bearable without steaming up the room. Layla still shivered; the water was colder than she was. Her cock was so hard and hot right now, she wondered if the water would evaporate off it like a hot pan.

"I did a lot of moving around today," Layla began. "So this feels really good." She found Selena's loofah and body wash. She squirted a little into the loofah and stepped back from the water, so she could scrub herself and cover herself in sexy suds. "Ooh, the water is so nice."

Layla prided herself on being honest with her chat as much as she could without revealing information that could reveal her identity or where she lived. Saying this cold water was 'nice' was the closest she came. It was nice to get clean, but the water was unpleasantly cold. This wasn't a place where it was important to be honest. Talking about her libido and what gets her off... she could say any filthy thing her perverted little mind could think of and the chat gobbled it up.

She turned towards the camera, the white foam trickling down her body, parting past her cock like water divided by a mighty peninsula. She finally read the chat. "Oh. You can't hear me?" She said, leaning in. "The water's too loud?"

Chat confirmed this, by and large. She pointed a finger, signifying 'one minute, please.' She went back into the shower and quickly scrubbed the rest of her body with the soapy loofah. She rinsed herself, but her soapy hand fell to her cock and started to jack it off, straight out from her body. Her body wobbled as she did this, her other hand coming to support her against the front wall of the shower. She switched to her left hand so she wouldn't block her face from the camera.

Layla stopped herself from going too far, releasing her cock and rinsing herself off the rest of the way. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower.

"Sorry, everyone." She apologized. "I didn't think the water running would be so loud... now I'm cold..." She pinched her left nipple, rendered stiff with her pent-up desire. Maybe the cold water was responsible, but like many things, it was probably a combination of factors.

The gentle pinch sent waves of pleasure through her. Her other hand came in to tease the other. She moaned. "My nipples don't get enough attention..." She released them and gathered her breasts in her hands, holding them gently aloft to make them look bigger. Her cock wasn't even in shot, for once. "Everyone, I'm going to put a poll in chat... once I dry off my hands."

She wiped her hands quickly on a hand towel hung from a ring near the mirror. "OK, everyone, I want you to be honest." She typed out the poll. "Would you like it if I had a tattoo? While you answer that, I'm going to dry off, because it really is cold in here, standing here soaking wet."

Layla grabbed a towel and dried herself off. Her hair wasn't very wet, so there was no need to break out the hair dryer. If the shower was too loud for her to be heard, the hair dryer would definitely not do.

She did as much of the drying on camera, to avoid the dreaded 'dead air' most streamers feared. The poll ended automatically after one minute, and the results were in. Most didn't really care if she had a tattoo, while an equal number would be either repulsed or enthused to see her get one.

"OK, it seems most of you don't care." Layla said. "Don't worry. I'm not going to go all SuicideGirls on you. I was just thinking about it." She moved the laptop and took a seat on the floor, rather than on the toilet. If sitting on the toilet would be seen as erotic, it would not be attracting the clientele she wanted.

"So, here's a tougher one..." Layla sat with legs folded into a pretzel, laptop on her thighs, cock dead center on screen like Nat King Cole's microphone. "What if I got breast implants?" She added a few extra answers to this quiz and let it run the sixty seconds, gently stroking her cock to keep it hard.

The results came back: 35% said, "I like you with natural breasts." 29% said, "I thought you already had breast implants." 22% said, "I think you would look good with slightly larger breasts." and 14% said, "The bigger, the better!"

Layla looked over the results. "Well, I'm very flattered at you all who thought I already had breast implants, but it seems like that means more than half of you are perfectly satisfied with me the way I am."

Layla took hold of her cock again. "I don't think there's anyone out there who is so greedy that my cock isn't enough, huh?" She rubbed it up and down. "Nobody out there is going to say this isn't big, are they?"

A few honest hedonists wished that it was bigger. In general, the chat was filled with 'no's.'

One chat denizen posted a small animation of a burst of white stuff, spraying from left to right. Somehow, when Layla had become popular enough to allow her channel to add custom emote pictures, it became trendy to post this picture to signify the moment that viewer had reached their climax. The image was meant to be posted next to the emoticon image that was jizzing, but some posted it first so it appeared next to their chat name. Posting the picture several times was meant to magnify the intensity of the orgasm represented.

To make the image appear, the chatter would type the word 'splut' surrounded by colons, perhaps too tricky an act to pull off in the moment of climax. Apparently, this word came from the comic strip Garfield, where "Splut!" was the onomatopoeia of a pie or other moist food being thrown into someone's face... usually on a Monday. Layla had never once read a Garfield comic in her life, outside of that Dadaist website where an algorithm scrambles three panels from random Garfield strips to generate a new comic.

"Aw, someone already popped one." Layla cooed, sticking her tongue out to the camera. "Let me catch it." She lapped her tongue at the camera. Several other chatters posted the jizz emoticon image, maybe to show they'd blown it or maybe just to play along.

Layla pulled back her tongue and tasted the imaginary seed. "So good..." She whispered. "I just wish you could have held back, because my big cock is still so horny... I wish I could fuck myself with it. How sad. The only cock big enough to make me come, and I'm stuck with it." She moaned as she jerked it harder.

"Unless there's someone out there with a big one. Anyone out there got a bigger one than mine?" She purred, pressing her cock closer into the camera. With one or two exceptions, everyone in chat said no. "Ooh, saberforge1991, if you really are bigger than me, I wish you were here. I could use something big and hot." Layla slid the laptop to the floor and spread her legs apart. She hoisted her balls up with the underside of her thumb and probed two fingers into her pussy while her other hand kept gently jacking off. Her toes curled, unseen by the chat, and she bit her lower lip. That... the chat could easily see.

"Actually..." Layla stopped abruptly, neck craning about. "I wonder if my friend has any lotion..." Layla hopped out of view for a second. She searched the drawers near the sink and found a tin of light green salve. It smelled like coconut and something else vaguely fruity. Perhaps aloe? She brought the tin back to screen, sitting back down. She took a big fingerful of the cream and started to rub it on her stomach, spreading it across her whole body, giving her a beautiful wet sheen that captured the dim light of the bathroom.

She read the chat as she put more cream on, seeing a familiar name go by. "Someone thinks I'm bigger than Selena Grande?" She laughed. "No, sorry. She's still the queen. I'm smaller than her, and I'm still pretty big. She's got the full twelve inches. I don't."

Layla started to apply the salve to her member, spreading it evenly. "This is good stuff..." She said. "I need to ask her where she got it. Don't tell anyone I used it without asking first." Something else in chat caught her eye. "Excuse me, megadethfan666... am I reading this right? You wish I didn't have balls?" She stammered, trying to parse that. "Can you clarify that, please?"

A few seconds later, megadethfan666 wrote into chat: "i like my futa without balls," with no punctuation.

"You mean like... hentai and whatever? You'd rather the futas don't have balls?" Layla asked. "Well, that's fine. I've jacked it to hentai with ball-less futa before. It doesn't bother me. But in the real world, there's only one flavor of futa, and... we got balls. Maybe another comet will come and new futa will appear who won't have balls, or they'll have them on the inside or something."

megadethfan666 wrote again: "i like when you keep them out of shot"

Layla wiped her hands on the nearby towel. She grunted. "Hey, everyone, it's time for another poll." The poll was regarding a subject she never thought she'd have to write about: Do you like my balls?

The poll concluded with what election officials would call a landslide, 82% of watchers liked her balls, 18% did not.

"OK, megadethfan, you're not as alone in that opinion as I thought you might be." Layla said. "But this isn't like the breast implant thing. The balls are staying, whether you like them or not, so..." Layla got her feet under her. "Feel free to look away for a bit. Everyone else..."

Layla stood and squatted near her laptop, hanging her balls within a few inches of the camera. It was the only part of her visible. "Here you go." She shook her legs a bit, her balls jiggling a bit. "Give them a lick. Stick out your tongues." Layla moaned. "Feel how heavy they are on your tongue. They're so full of come..."

With one foot on the corner of screen and one foot on the body of the laptop, Layla pushed her laptop screen down until it was flat against the floor. The camera was now pointing straight up. She stood over it, her legs spread, her pussy visible behind her balls and hard cock.

Layla squatted, bringing her balls within a few inches of the camera, and rose again. "There we go." She dipped her balls repeatedly against the camera, obscuring the view as the orbs covered it completely. "Yeah, you like this? Yeah, suck on them real good."

Chat was filled with little splut emoticons. Megadethfan666 wasn't among them.

Layla sat back down with relief and brought the screen back to a right angle. "Oh, that was actually a decent leg workout, doing those squats. I know that people who play games say that tea-bagging is meant to be a sign of disrespect, but I never saw it that way." She sighed. "Well, let's get--"

She noticed the time, displayed in the bottom right corner of her laptop. "Oh, no! I'm sorry, everyone! I had something I have to do!" She picked up the laptop and put it back on the counter next to the sink. "Sorry to end this so suddenly, but I need to go. Maybe I'll pick this up later. OK, thanks for watching, and thanks for your donations! Love you!" She kissed her hand and blew it at the camera before disconnecting and closing the laptop.
Layla dashed out of the bathroom, almost slipping into the opposite wall. Maybe she shouldn't have put the cream on the soles of her feet, but every time she showed her feet on cam, a handful of the audience went nuts. Layla ran through the hall, trying to remember which one of the doorless entrances lead to the TV room. Nearby, Layla heard a single word chanted by a crowd.

"WHEEL!"

She ran towards the sound, seeing the room in the distance, a bit of light spilling into the hall. She found Selena sitting on the couch, watching TV.

"Did I miss anything?" Layla asked, panting.

Selena turned and saw Layla, standing in the doorway, evidently oblivious to her nudity and her pulsing erection, her body shiny with moisture, as if she'd jumped out of the shower to get here.

The television audience cried out "FORTUNE!"

Selena smiled widely, shamelessly checking Layla out. "No, it's just started."

"Awesome." Layla strode in and took a seat net to Selena, placing her head on Selena's shoulders just as she had last night. Selena put her arm around Layla and brought her closer.

"You smell like coconut." Selena said softly. "Did you use my cream?"

"Yeah." Layla said. "Is that OK?"

"Well, I only use that cream on my cock." Selena explained. "It's very expensive."

"I'm sorry. I used a lot of it."

"Don't worry about it." Selena pulled her tighter. "How is it? I've never used that much."

"I feel kind of greasy." Layla said. "This isn't one of those numbing creams, is it?"

Selena scoffed. "As if I need something like that. That stuff sees some use in mainstream porn from losers who can't keep in control. They put the cream on, get a blowjob, and then the actress mumbles all her lines like she's at the dentist!" Selena put on a deep voice. "Where's Dick Tracy?!" She started mumbling, shaking her face back and forth to enhance the lack of elocution.

Layla laughed. "I love that movie."

"It's not just a movie." Selena said. "But yeah. I do, too."

---

After Final Jeopardy, Selena wanted to take a swim. Layla didn't feel up to it, having already both showered and moisturized. Selena told Layla to go watch TV downstairs.

Layla's response, as she watched Selena walk off. "There's a downstairs?"

There WAS a downstairs. Layla hadn't even ever been upstairs, and suddenly, there's a new floor to explore. This must have been the theater room all these huge mansions had to have by law, like handicapped parking at supermarkets. Rather than traditional theater seats, there was one big leather couch with stowable arm rests, chilled drink holders and electronically adjustable footrests.

The couch was placed facing the biggest television yet. It was probably one hundred inches across diagonally, or however it was manufactures measured televisions. Why hadn't they watched Jeopardy on this one? You could see every bristle in Alex Trebek's mustache... if he still had it. Speakers were built unobtrusively into the floor and ceiling, with dim accent lights leading to the two exits of the room like in a dimly lit movie theater. Layla found the single remote control and hit the power button.

The TV was evidently tuned to CBS. Rather than Alex Trebek's knowing but nonthreatening smirk, Layla was presented with the giant face of Kat Dennings in immense high definition. 2 Broke Girls wasn't a sophisticated show, but Kat Denning's beauty and huge rack was very inspiring to Layla for several years. If things had worked out differently, perhaps it would be Kat Dennings' luxurious mansion that Layla would currently be masturbating in while watching 2 Broke Girls.

Layla was a connoisseur of porn, even bad porn and filthy porn. It all depended on her mood. But just like starting with Dad's Sports Illustrated, there was some enjoyment to whacking it to something so decidedly... PG. The new swimsuit issue would be out soon, Layla thought. She should get one and see if she can still get off to it. It's like originally playing through a game abusing all the cheat codes, and then finally deciding to play it legitimately.

But that was a fap for later. For now, Kat Dennings was making a silly double entendre about cupcakes or something while cocking her eyebrow knowingly. When Layla had still worked for that coffee shop, she had styled herself after Kat Denning's character almost entirely by accident, with the open collar and bright red lipstick. Layla almost chose the porn name "Max Cock" after Kat's character Max Black, but she decided against it for obvious reasons. What was Max short for anyway? Maxine?

In her mind's television studio, she pictured herself in the place of Max, turning to camera and flipping her red apron up, revealing a huge erection. Kat Dennings may have been 'safe,' but Layla Boyd definitely wasn't safe.

She wasn't even work-safe as she would jack off her mighty cock from behind the counter. Maybe the real Max watched from a booth while chewing the temple of her glasses. Max didn't wear glasses in the show, but Kat Dennings did in Thor 2, and it was super fucking hot, so now her headcanon Max Black wears them, too. Max Black as played by Layla Boyd certainly does, most likely from sitting too close to the television or watching too much porn. It turns out masturbating does make you blind!

With a deep grunt, Layla unleashed herself into several coffees, lined up on saucers in a row like the notes on a xylophone. The last one she filled higher than the others, making it a latte.

Of course, that one was for herself. Layla imagined slurping down the coffee, the bitter coffee more like melted coffee ice cream with this batch of sweet mix-ins. Layla could show those dopes at Starbucks a thing or two.

Without warning, the television turned off and started to sink into the floor like a tombstone resting on soft earth. Layla jumped. Was she not supposed to be masturbating? Did the somewhat family-friendly CBS object to this treatment of their intellectual property within her mind and had sent her television to Hell? They hadn't stopped her any other time she'd dropped a batch to 2 Broke Girls. Or NCIS, for that matter.

As it descended, what previously seemed to be a solid wall behind the television pulled back to reveal it was a curtain, splitting at the middle and disappearing into a hidden compartment behind the speakers. Behind the television was a fifteen foot glass window leading to... an aquarium? There didn't seem to be any fish.

The still water was broken up by Selena diving into the water, the sound of the splash muffled, but still audible. Her naked form slithered the length of the window like an eel, millions of bubbles scattering past her as she moved.

Layla looked at her seat, and under her couch cushion. Was there another remote control that had slipped somewhere and accidentally activated? She didn't see any switches or hidden buttons on the couch armrests or anywhere else. Normally, you'd have to pull a fake book in a bookcase or pull a torch to activate something like this.

There was the deeply resonant, yet dull sound of a hand rapping against glass, that thing they always told you not to do at the zoo because it bothered the animals or made the fish deaf, whichever excuse those particular parents were equipped with. Layla turned around. Selena was floating in the water, a few bubbles of air inching out of her nose and drifting up like the carbonation in soda. Her hair floated freely like a mermaid's, and her cock floated weightlessly between her legs.

Layla walked up to the window. Selena waved silently, and swam off to the part of the pool not visible from the viewing room. She swam past again, just as gracefully and shamelessly as she had last night. It was as if Selena didn't know the wall wasn't still opaque... or that she wanted Layla to watch.

Sorry, Kat Dennings. You might be the sexiest woman on CBS, but that's only until Selena gets her own sitcom. Layla could see it in the theater of her mind. Tune in Tuesdays for Cock of the Walk!

Layla sat on the couch and watched as Selena swam past repeatedly, occasionally turning her body to face the glass and watch Layla play with herself. It was sort of like watching television, a piece of glass still blocking Layla from the object of her desire. Then again, the responses from Selena made it feel more like watching a stream, except they could both see each other instead of communicating through chat.

Layla's other hand kneaded her balls delicately, stretching her sack a bit to give her balls some more room as they swelled with anxious semen waiting to be delivered. Maybe the swelling was her imagination, but she hadn't come once today, not even when streaming. She was pretty excited about finally unloading today.

Selena saw Layla giving her cock a good pounding, and she tapped on the glass to get Layla's attention. Layla stopped. Selena waved both hands, palms facing outwards, in what was the closest approximation to 'slow down' she could express while underwater.

Layla looked about uneasily until she saw Selena's erect cock. She had started slowly masturbating. Layla began again, matching Selena's pace. After all... holding one's breath can help one reach orgasm. They both continued to play with themselves, Selena's breasts wobbling weightlessly in the water, Layla's balls swaying back and forth as she jerked.

Layla stood, walking up to the glass. They were inches apart, staring not at their bodies, even though Selena's tits were pressed pleasingly against the glass. Instead, they were staring into each other's eyes, moving closer until they kissed through the glass.

The glass here was built to support the weight of thirty thousand gallons of water. It was over an inch thick. And yet, both Layla and Selena swore they could feel the heat of each other's lips through it.

When Layla opened her eyes, Selena was gone. Nothing of her remaining in the pool, not even a mark on the glass or a string of gracious and spontaneously released come.

Layla stood there for a moment, before there was a gentle buzzing alarm. She was standing on the portal where the television would emerge from the floor, and it could not rise back up with her atop it. She stepped off, and soon after, the TV was back in place, the curtain wall was closed and the ending credits to 2 Broke Girls was playing, squashed into a tiny corner of the screen to show a preview of whatever show they were limping to 9PM with.

And Selena came downstairs in a bathrobe. With the gentle glimmer of sweat on Layla's body... she looked just as wet as Selena. Selena didn't get a word in before Layla ran over to her and kissed her. Layla almost pulled Selena off the floor and towards the big couch, throwing them both down onto the leather with a slap, Selena's moist hair scattered about like thin strands of seaweed.

Selena eventually coaxed Layla off her and encouraged them to find a real bed. Selena brought her back upstairs and to a completely different bedroom, decorated similarly to the bedroom they'd shared the night before.

"Do you sleep in a different bed every night just to use all six bedrooms?" Layla asked. "Or do you rotate them the way some people wear shoes on alternate days to keep from wearing them out?"

"I sleep wherever." Selena answered. "Unless someone jizzed all over my bed last night."

Layla flushed deeply. "Sorry." She answered meekly.

"How many times I have to tell you how much I loved it?" They kissed before falling into the wonderfully silky bedsheets. Layla fought her way to the top and moved to mount Selena again.

"If you think you can do this without coming, then you're welcome to try." Selena warned her. "In fact, if you think you can't and you just want to bang me again, you're welcome to do that, too. But you've done very well today, and I think you can hang on for longer. You're just high on the emotion right now."

She looked down at Selena, hair scattered about, blue eyes filled with nothing but desire, breasts resting against her ribs, cock standing tall against her belly. This is what she wanted. This was everything she wanted. She was definitely high on emotions right now.

Layla limited herself to kisses, though she didn't limit how many kisses they could share. Once their lips were exhausted, Layla rolled off her. They were both harder than granite, and here they were, kissing like it was the only base they were familiar with.

"You should mount a mirror on the ceiling so we can see ourselves in bed." Layla suggested.

"I've thought about that." Selena said. "But not only do I not actually have that much sex in here... I'd be terrified of it dropping from the ceiling and killing me. No matter how much I trust the carpenters, I just wouldn't feel safe under the sword of Damocles."

"What else are we supposed to do?" Layla asked. "I'm too hard to sleep, and you've got TVs everywhere but in here."

"Just do what I do." Selena pawed at her balls, massaging them and gently pulling on the scrotal skin. It was a move Layla was familiar with, and joined along enthusiastically. There really was a lot of stimulation to be had palpating the balls; it was just frequently overshadowed by their sturdier and more obviously useful partner.

Soon after, without even having to ask, their hands crossed and started to grope each other's balls, fondling them and rubbing them like Chinese music balls... and with much the same effect. They both rolled a bit in bed, shifting and gently sighing with pleasure.

Just before the pair drifted peacefully into sleep, Selena whispered, "You made it the whole day. I'm proud of you."

Layla whispered back, "If you wake up and there's a puddle of come in the bed, I didn't do it on purpose."

In lieu of a response, Selena just kissed her.
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