Early morning in Elgian Heights was weird. The grass lining the sidewalk was still damp with dew, there was no dead shrubs or plants at all. People jogged about, walking dogs or talking on their phones while they did their morning exercise.

A small community garden by a shopping plaza had a group of women doing yoga. The local coffee shop wasn’t a chain and smelled more of vanilla than anything else.

Indie was more a fan of energy drinks than coffee, she brought her own from home. Her black and red satchel hung against her lower back, it contained one of her laptops, a spare keyboard, a mouse, a box full of flash drives, CDs and an external hard-drive full of unspeakable evils as well as some work stuff. It also had her lunch and her drinks in it, plus her wallet and a spare battery pack for her phone. Everything she figured she’d need for this job.

It was kind of weird to be taking this stuff out, she had clutched it to her chest on the bus like a sack of gold, and when a strange man sat next to her she nearly had a panic attack. He had worn a business suit and idly stared at his phone. The bus from her house didn’t make it all the way to Elgian Heights, she had to transfer at a wealthier neighbourhood just so she could walk four blocks over. Kriem’s house was another five blocks from the plaza, she felt like she was dying by the time she finally saw that massive willow tree.

Indie buzzed in and made her way up the driveway, slowly walking around the willow tree so she could catch her breath. When she reached the front door it was open, the tall, statuesque blonde she was working for stood in the doorway. They were wearing grey yoga pants and a white athletic top, and a wide grin.

“You’re just in time for breakfast!”

Indie pulled her phone from her pocket to check the time, the trip had felt longer.

“H-hello, Kriem.”

Kriem turned away to lead her inside, gesturing for her to follow, “Come in, we’re having yoghurt, but I’m sure Natalie would be fine cooking you something.”

Indie shrank as she followed them into the kitchen.

Three new faces greeted her there, two women and a man. They all smiled as she entered behind Kriem, examining her as she took her bag to the dining table.

Kriem followed her, placing a hand on her shoulder to draw her attention. Indie looked up at Kriem, wanting to shy away from the new faces.

“Indie, come over here for a minute.”

Indie marched over with Kriem, dragged before the three strangers for inspection.

“Indie, this is Natalie, Eddie and Jaime.”

Natalie was a dark-skinned woman wearing a sweater and jeans, their lips bright acrylic red which curved into a smile as they greeted Indie.

“You’re so pretty!”

Eddie was a red-headed man in a tailored business suit-shirt, his wrists weighed down by silver. He seemed less impressed, he simply nodded to her in acknowledgement.

Jaime was the largest person in the room, wearing a tank-top and sweat pants, their thick arms exposed and wrapped across their chest. Indie could feel herself sweating as she watched the giant woman slowly unfurl her arms to extend a large hand.

“Nice to meet you.”

They had an unplaceable accent, European maybe.

“H-hi.”

Kriem’s hand grabbed her shoulder, “Indie here is my new coder.”

Natalie beamed, Kriem let her go and pulled out a stool for her to sit on. Indie tentatively sat herself down, her fingers grasping the edge of the counter tightly.

“Time for breakfast!” Natalie practically sang as they slipped gracefully away from the counter.

The others organised themselves around the table, Jaime coming around to sit beside her as Kriem sat on the opposite side. Eddie stood off to the side staying out of Natalie’s way as they rummaged through drawers.

“Indie!” Natalie buzzed about, “What do you want?”

“U-uh-“

“Show her what I’m having,” Kriem gestured to the fridge.

Natalie springed over to the fridge and pulled out a platter of glassware, a dozen tumblers full of yoghurt, blueberries and granola.

“Blueberry yoghurt mousse topped with granola,” Natalie slid the platter onto the counter before them, pulling a glass up to their eye to check if it was set.

Kriem looked at her, Indie nodded weakly. Natalie grinned wildly, handing out the glasses and grabbing spoon for each of them. Indie tasted it to be polite, she nearly inhaled it she shovelled it down so quickly. She resisted licking her lips, just to save herself more embarrassment.

“This is beautiful, Nat.”

Kriem agreed with Jaime, “Delicate and sweet, not too sour at all.”

Natalie giggled, “Yay!”

Eddie was the slowest to eat, seemingly unimpressed by this as well. Kriem offered her another, then Natalie, then Jaime. She politely declined.

“T-thanks, but I should get to work.”

Indie stood up and pushed her stool back into place under the counter. Kriem joined her, “I’ll just get Indie set up in the lounge-room.”

Indie grabbed her bag and followed Kriem through the hall towards the front door and right into a lounge. Kriem sat down with her as she set up her laptop on the coffee table. They wanted everything to be hooked up so they could control most of the house through a tablet or a phone. It wasn’t a hard job, just a lot of tinkering and bug-squashing. Though none of the devices in their house seemed to use the same app, and jury-rigging something together looked more and more necessary.

Indie was half-way through her second can of Pink Rabbit energy drink when Kriem came back from her meeting. They were wearing a white sweater-dress that was tight around their chest. She finished a few extra lines of code before she could feel the sweat dripping down her back, her face and chest were flush - the room had suddenly gotten hot.

“How’s work going?”

Indie buried her face in her computer screen, “F-fine.”

“Are you hungry? You didn’t join us for lunch.”

Indie had forgotten to… eat, or join them, “I uh… I brought my own, sorry.”

Kriem watched her for a little while longer before rising to their feet and announcing, “I think I’ll have you in my bedroom tomorrow.”

Indie planted her face in her keyboard spamming junk-lines into her clean code. Her whole body had hot-shivers.

***

Mornings in Elgian Heights were definitely more interesting with someone warm to share them with. Or maybe it was the memory of the night before still lingering in her mind.  

The soft skin beneath her fingers had a dreamlike quality, if she opened her eyes would they disappear? Everything that happened last night had seemed a dream.

“Really?”

Scarlett giggled, their fingers curling over her hand. Kriem blushed, the hard liquor mixing with the perfume of the beautiful bartender before her.

“I’m a collector,” she shrugged.

Scarlett’s fingers tightened, “Can I see it?”

“Let’s take it slow.”

Scarlett’s hand loosened, started to slip away before she stopped them with her own delicate touch.

“The lounge-chairs are comfortable.”

Scarlett needed nothing more, they stood up from the barstool, fingers grabbing hold of her wrist and gently pulling her to her feet. They led her to the nearest lounge-chair, single-seat black leather chairs with no arms.

Scarlett pushed her against the soft cushions, straddling her. Their lips found hers, soft, warm lips. The scent of vanilla vodka and floral perfume mixed with her fiery whiskey taste. Their lips didn’t part, their hands just ran up her neck and held her tightly.

She caressed their body, every soft, supple curve beneath her fingertips. She found their ass, the full round cheeks squeezed in her palm. Scarlett’s grip tightened, their mouth moving down to her neck, teeth bared against bare throat.

Scarlett’s hands found her breasts, pressing and kneading against them. Both pairs of hands lost pressed in soft flesh they couldn’t hold alone. They were skilled at this, slender bony fingers massaging deep into her huge breasts. She gasped as they pushed away, hands pressed harder against her chest.

Scarlett grinned, “I’m so fucking wet,” their words slightly slurred.

They stood, leaving her in the chair soaking into the leather. She watched them grab their small red purse from the bar counter, rummaging through its contents.

“What’s going on?”

Scarlett produced a pair of blue nitrile gloves, snapping them on and making their way back.

“Where’re mine?”

Scarlett smirked, stumbling slightly as they walked back. They burst out in giddy laughter as they straddled her.

“You won’t need them.”

Scarlett’s right hand slipped down between their legs, reaching under her white sundress. Kriem leaned in against them, the anticipation bubbling over as she felt them like feather-touches against her thighs. She spread her legs to help them in, the heat between them growing. Scarlett’s teeth found her neck again, biting down just hard enough to prick at her skin.

“Ahh,” she moaned when they found her, two slender fingers brushed against her slit.

“Oh, there you are.”

Scarlett pressed against her harder, their left hand curling around her shoulder-blade. They dragged themselves in as they dragged their fingers up long her pussy, not hard enough to part her but enough to feel the lace rub against her soft lips. She bit her lip, her body aching.

“Lace,” their fingers slipped amongst her folds, “good girl.”

Kriem sighed, her bottom lip trembling as Scarlett’s fingers caressed her folds, their index teasing her. Scarlett’s left hand came back around to press against her shoulder, the seductress leaned back.

“I wonder though, what kind of bra can hold those?”

Her hands chased the askew shoulder-straps of her dress, the entire top half falling away as she freed herself of it. A tight white bandeau revealed itself from beneath.

Scarlett leaned back in against her, chest to chest. Her own hands grabbed them by their large, heavy breasts before they were pinned down. They kissed her, left hand bracing the back of her head, gloved fingers entwined in her long blonde hair.

Scarlett pulled aside her panties and pushed their fingers inside her, two long slender digits at once. Her toes curled, fingers clutching at their chest. She moaned but their lips never parted, their fingers tightening in her hair. They pulled her head back and sank their teeth against her throat, their body pushing harder against her.

They started to thrust, from the tip of their long slender fingers right to the hilt. Slow, effortless probing deep inside her. She trembled, clutching tighter - her hands mindlessly wandering down around their firm ass cheeks.

They put their elbow into it, pumping a third finger deep inside her. Soft, gentle strokes brought her to the edge, not even the tightening of her body around them slowed the methodical, gentle strokes. She collapsed into them, lost in her climax as it flooded from her aching pussy.

Kriem could still feel that sweet, sticky climax trembling through her body. That slick glove a vivid memory as Scarlett presently cuddled up against her.

Her phone chimed, rousing her from the dreamy warmth and softness of her beautiful lover. She shifted about, grabbing her phone to check it.

“I’ve got a meeting to get to.”

Scarlett sighed, rolling up to sit on the edge of the bed.

“You can stay here, take your time.”

“Thanks, but I should get going before Indie shows up.”

She had forgotten about her new programmer, they were starting today. Kriem smiled, she had a good feeling about all three of them.

“Alright, but we should do this again.”

“Why would I want to?”

Kriem bit her lip as she pulled on some clothes and made her way downstairs for yoga with Natalie.