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Girls Get It Done To Them
🕑 Added 2020-11-15 17:00:03 +0000 UTCMaeve wanted to surprise Annie, that was all. She knew filming that stupid movie would have her little girlfriend all strung out and hung up on her ‘performance’, like anyone even cared. If it were her, she’d want a drink, but Maeve knew what Annie needed was a visit from her girlfriend to cure her of her hang-ups. Once she had a nice gape between her cheeks, she’d stop worrying about her line readings.
In fact, Maeve had been drinking a lot less, now that she had a claim staked on Annie’s hole. It helped take care of her too. But, obviously, Annie needed it a lot more.
She went to Annie’s deluxe-sized trailer, peeking in the window to be sure there were no script assistants around to get in the way of Maeve taking Annie’s mind off all her little superhero movie problems. Instead, she saw Annie lounging under a sunlamp in panties and a bra.
Stormfront laid next to her, in her own salon chair, thankfully, but while wearing what had to be the planet’s smallest bikini. Annie’s eyes darted to Stormfront’s statuesque body like she was keenly aware of how perfectly formed it was.
“You’d better just be comparing her to me, Annie,” Maeve whispered. “And you’d better want me more.”
Of course Annie didn’t hear her. Maeve didn’t want her to. She wanted to see what Stormfront was up to and she especially wanted to see what Annie did about it. It took all the restraint in her body, but she promised herself that if Annie was a good girl, she would reward her for hours on end. But if Annie gave into this bitch… well, Maeve didn’t know what she’d do. She could appreciate that this naïve little girl didn’t get how Stormfront had her sights set on her, but if Annie actually acted like Maeve wasn’t satisfying her, fulfilling her…
“Nice of you to let me tan with you,” Stormfront sighed in her naturally husky voice. “Can’t believe the studio didn’t get me a sunlamp. Like they don’t want me to look tan. But you’ve been on the Seven longer, so of course you’ve got one…”
“I’m sure it was just a slip-up,” Annie replied. “They’d probably get one for you really soon if you asked.”
“I shouldn’t have to ask. But that’s the way it is. They want us pitted against each other. I can’t believe you’re actually too sweet to fall for that shit. I’d’ve thought the nice girl routine was just an act, but you really do want us to be teammates, don’t you?” Reaching over, Stormfront traced her fingers across Annie’s palm, where her hand laid next to Stormfront’s.
Cunt, Maeve thought. All that was holding her in check from punching Stormfront’s head off was the thought of Annie rejecting this whore.
“Yeah, yeah. You’re right about Vought and the Seven; there’s a lot wrong with—all of it. But the ideaof the Seven, I really love that. There’s no reason we can’t go back to it or fix it… I mean, at least the Deep isn’t around anymore. And now you’re here.”
Maeve felt some of her anger melt away, seeing Annie so enthused, lighting up with her noble little ideals. Getting to confide them in Stormfront and find a receptive ear instead of a cynic like Maeve. It made Maeve a little pissed off with herself, but she buried it in renewed anger at Stormfront. And this whore was going to use that to try and get into Annie’s tiny-ass pants…
Stormfront grinned at Annie, as if she’d eavesdropped on Maeve’s thoughts and was in absolute agreement with them. “We can make the Seven great again.”
A timer dinged. Stormfront flipped over, revealing how her thong bikini dipped between her pert buttocks. Maeve felt like growling, thinking of how Annie showed off enough of herself in her improved costume—Stormfront shouldn’t get to see the work that went into making sure she didn’t show off any tanlines when her ass hung out. Thankfully for her self-control, Annie didn’t turn over, but got up from the tanning chair instead.
“Be back in a minute. I’m going to make us some drinks.”
While Annie went off to the refrigerator, Stormfront turned over again. She pulled at her bikini top, loosening it to the point where it looked like her firm tits were about to burst out of it.
“Bitch,” Maeve hissed under her breath.
Annie came back with the drinks. She and Stormfront laid on their stomachs, sipping from the martini glasses Annie had filled. They kept talking about Vought and the Seven, Stormfront condescending to Annie about all her hopes and dreams of superhero reform. It was so obvious. Maeve didn’t know how Annie was falling for it, or thinking that Stormfront brushing Annie’s arm with her long red fingernails could possibly be a mistake.
“It’s so nice of you to put yourself out there for me like this, Annie,” Stormfront sighed. “It gets lonely in this line of work. I like my independence, but I really miss having someone there for me. A friend. A lover.”
Annie looked like she had accidentally swallowed the olive in her martini. She blushed some, swallowing hard. “I find that pretty hard to believe. You’re… you’re lovely. You must be able to make friends wherever you go.”
“Yeah, but how many of them are worth knowing?” Stormfront purred. “Even on the Seven, they’re not all like you. That doesn’t seem like too much to ask for, does it? Six other people with superpowers who aren’t total jackasses? Hell, I’d settle for just one person, so long as they can fuck good.”
Annie turned even redder. Maeve’s scowl deepened into a fright mask. Stormfront was definitely coming onto Annie and now she had the nerve to take off her bra and pitch it aside. Annie acted like some little cartoon animal being hypnotized by a big bad snake. She stared helplessly at Stormfront’s supple breasts.
“Mmm, that’s better.” Stormfront grinned. “I hope you don’t mind, Annie, but it is just us girls.”
“I don’t mind at all,” Annie almost yelped, and Stormfront’s smile widened. Between the way Annie was gaping and the sound of her voice, it sounded like ‘I don’t mind’ was putting it mildly.
That was it. Maeve didn’t care if Annie was going to resist Stormfront’s come-ons or not. She didn’t care if Annie was a cheater or not. Annie was hers and she was going to remind her of that fact so strongly that Annie wouldn’t go for Stormfront if the bitch was humping her leg!
Stalking to the door to the trailer, Maeve pounded on it with her fist, bending the metal inward. In a matter of moments, Annie was there to answer the door, pulling on a robe.
“Maeve? What the hell are you doing here? What if I was filming, I could’ve been gone for hours, you could’ve broken my door down—“
Maeve jabbed a finger at her. “We’re not having a conversation.”
She forced her way into the trailer, bulldozing Annie backward. Stormfront still lounged under the sunlamp, as if showing off how the golden light lit up her creamy skin. Her breasts heaved unselfconsciously.
“Oh. Queen Maeve. Are you friends with Starlight too?” Stormfront asked, her voice relentlessly friendly.
“Get the fuck out,” Maeve told her, only with an effort keeping her own voice from being the roar it wanted to be.
Stormfront raised an eyebrow. She ignored Maeve totally to fix her eyes on Annie. “I guess you two want to be alone. Alright then. Call me later. I’d love to pay you back for everything you shared with me.” She finished her martini before finally facing Maeve. “And Annie, you have to give me your recipe for these. They’re delicious.”
Maeve’s hand curled into a fist. “You really think you’re strong enough to take a punch from me without your skull caving in?”
“Maeve!” Annie cried, aghast. “Stormfront, I’m so sorry, she’s usually not at all like this—“
Maeve cut Stormfront off before she could respond. “Don’t talk, just get out. Now.”
Stormfront tossed her glass to Maeve, who made no move to catch it. It bounced off her chest and landed on the carpet. Stormfront shrugged and went to the door, picking up her bikini top on the way.
“You know,” she said, “the hottest place in Hell is reserved for women who don’t support other women.”
Maeve sucked in air, prepared to genuinely try to rip her head from her body if Stormfront stayed in her presence for one more second, but then Stormfront disappeared through the door. As soon as she was gone, Annie gave Maeve a shove.
“What the hell was that?” she demanded.
Maeve was resolute. “Yeah, Annie, what was that? Why the fuck was there a topless woman crawling into your lap, wanting to be ‘best friends’ with you?”
Annie sputtered. “Wha—you’re unbelievable. I can’t talk to another woman without you thinking I’m cheating on you? I’m bi, Maeve! Am I allowed to talk to men or aren’t you worried I’ll fuck them too?”
Maeve stabbed her finger after Stormfront’s exit. “She had her tits out, you silly little girl! What’d you think she was trying to do, ask for your opinion on getting nipple rings?”
Annie actually guffawed. “The things we’ve done in bed and you can’t stand her going topless? It wasn’t sexual, Maeve, God…”
“You’re really that stupid?” Maeve demanded. “You really think you can show yourself off in those thigh-high boots and that plunging neckline and that fucking… walking cameltoe costume and no one wants to fuck you?”
“Hey, I’m actually starting to like the costume! At least it’s showing me who my friends are and who just wants to be inside me.”
“I’m not taking this shit from you,” Maeve said angrily. “Bend over!”
Annie stared at her with a kind of stunned bewilderment in her eyes. “You cannot be serious.”
“You heard me,” Maeve said. “Bend the fuck over.”
