Knight in Shining Armor

Kiki Marshall swung her well-muscled leg over the seat of her 1969 Triumph Bonneville and stepped up onto the sidewalk, looking up at the number on the building once more. She tugged her helmet off and pulled the phone out of her back pocket, and double-checked the address. Yep, this was the place. 

She pulled her gloves off and stuffed them into her helmet before tucking it under her arm. She walked to the front door of the warehouse and pulled it open.

She let out a small, relieved breath when she entered and saw a photoshoot set in the far corner near an entire wall of opaque windows. She then saw her agent, Marty Caulfield, pacing around the cavernous interior, his shrill, loud voice echoing off the walls. As soon as he saw her, he hurried off the phone and shoved it into his breast pocket, and began making his way to her.

“Kiki! You found it! And you’re on time!” he said with his veneer-laden, toothy grin as he came up to her and hugged her.

“Marty, how are you?”

He stepped away a bit and studied her face, using his thumb and forefinger on her jaw to move her head slightly to the left and then to the right. “Nose looks good. They can cover the new scar with makeup.”

Kiki pulled out of his loose grip and gave him a playful shove. “I told you not to schedule this damn thing so close to the fight.”

He waved a dismissive hand at her. “Eh, I knew you’d be fine, champ.”

Ever since Kiki had fought herself into featherweight champion contender status, she’d been offered opportunities to promote herself outside of her scheduled fights. Kiki had gotten into the sport because she loved it. But once she realized she could make a good living from it if she took some of these out-of-the-cage opportunities, she hired an agent who could navigate her through this unfamiliar aspect of sports entertainment. It was no small feat either because Kiki ‘The Killer’ Marshall was an out and proud tall, sinewy fighter with a shaved head and a body covered in tattoos.

So far, he was doing a bang-up job, though. Especially in getting a photoshoot gig with up-and-coming actress Shawn Lake, who was also out to the public, for a popular LGBT magazine.

She shook her head at him and was about to say something when she heard a lazy staccato of stilettos against the concrete floor drawing closer. She turned her head to see who it was and unconsciously ran her tongue over her bottom lip. Her eyes started at the woman’s heels, continuing up strong, long legs to perfectly curved hips.

She knew she shouldn’t stare; it wasn’t polite, but the woman was just so beautiful. She let her eyes finish their journey to full, perky breasts, onto her slightly exposed, kissable collarbones, finally resting on bright, beautiful amber eyes that made no effort to hide their glint of indulgent amusement.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late. I had an interview.” Shawn gestured to her blouse and skirt as she looked from Marty and then back to her. “Kiki, how are you?” she asked as she reached out her hand.

Kiki smiled crookedly, mildly embarrassed at being caught staring, and reached out her own hand. Her large, calloused palm was gripped tight by the much smaller, smoother hand. “Shawn, it’s good to see you again.”

Marty gave a low whistle, and Kiki started slightly. She’d forgotten he was standing right next to her.

“Goddamn, I wish I could stick around for this shoot, but I gotta run. Have Claire send me the proofs the second she’s able to.” He took Shawn’s hand as well, but instead of shaking it, he brought it to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Kiki rolled her eyes at his antics as he winked at both of them and left out the door she’d just come in. She then turned to Shawn.

“So—”

“Well—”

Both women laughed lightly, and Kiki gestured for Shawn to go first. They were interrupted, though, before Shawn could speak.

“Ladies, since you are both here, are you ready to get into hair and make-up?” A slight, bespectacled woman called over to them from the set.

“I guess Claire’s ready for us,” Shawn said with a smile. Kiki nodded and waved Shawn ahead, belatedly realizing the move gave her a chance to watch her perfect, curvy ass move under her tight skirt. This is going to be a long photoshoot, Kiki thought with a sigh as she followed.

***

“I can fill in this scar here in your eyebrow, honey.” Shawn heard Felice, Kiki’s make-up woman, say. She turned her head a bit to look at Kiki’s reflection in the mirror next to hers.

“You should leave it. She came by those scars earnestly.” She immediately felt a blush creep up her neck when Kiki’s eyes met hers, and a small, seemingly self-conscious smile formed on her lips. “You got that one against Sarah Sanford, right? Your first pro fight? You won by decision if I remember correctly.”

Shawn felt a small wave of pleasure as both of Kiki’s eyebrows raised in obvious surprise. Then Kiki’s lips twitched into a cocky grin. “Yes, I did. Boy, was she mad, too. Wanted an immediate rematch.”

Shawn’s gaze stayed on Kiki, and she felt her heart thrum until Kathleen, her make-up artist, refocused her attention by asking her opinion on eyeshadow colors.

***

Kiki was well-versed in controlling her mind and body. She was used to fight camps where she worked out eight hours a day. She could get her body to cut a dozen pounds in just days to make weight. Then there was the fighting itself, where her mind was in constant communication with her body’s movements and reactions: when to move in, when to back out of reach, when to faint a takedown, when to throw a leg kick. But being this near to Shawn Lake, her body seemed to be willfully ignoring her brain.

“Shawn, can you get your chest closer to Kiki’s shoulder? Really press into her,” Claire, the photographer, said. “Remember, we’re selling sexy here!” The small crew chuckled at the familiar mantra. Kiki felt her body getting hotter by the second.

She just managed to hold back a sharp intake of breath as Shawn pressed her thinly covered breasts firmly against the back of her shoulder. It brought Shawn’s jaw right next to her temple, and she subtly breathed in her sweet lilac scent that had just a hint of sandalwood.

“How you doing, champ?” Came the mildly teasing yet concerned-sounding question.

Kiki prayed her voice would work on the first try when she replied with a not remotely true, “Good.”

“I’m assuming these things aren’t your cup of tea, but you’re doing great.” Shawn seemed to read right through Kiki’s reply as she placed her hand on Kiki’s other shoulder as instructed. She gave it a little reassuring squeeze, and Kiki relaxed a bit.

So far, they’d done a couple of fun, casual shots, playing with the butch and femme aesthetic. Claire had her dress in a tux with a loose bow tie hanging around her neck, and Shawn in a stunning red silk dress that clung to every delicious curve of her body.

Kiki’s body responded immediately when Shawn pressed up against her, all softness and curves to her hard, muscled body. When they’d taken a dancing pose and Kiki had wrapped her hand around Shawn’s, she’d pulled it to her and inspected it with interest. “I just love big, rough, strong hands.”

Kiki had shrugged, self-conscious of her large, ugly hands with scars and slightly misshapen knuckles from being broken multiple times. “If you say so.”

“I do say so.”

Now, they were shooting an old-fashioned ‘movie set’ scenario in which Kiki was playing a cameraperson and Shawn was playing the director. She was dressed in a sexy rendition of an old-time movie director with a white button-down shirt, jodhpurs, high black boots, and her chin-length, chestnut brown hair stuffed into a newsboy hat. Her shirt was only buttoned to just above her bra’s front clasp, though, and the cleavage on display made Kiki’s heart race. Kiki swore she could feel a stiff nipple pressing through the tweed vest, thin cotton shirt, and plain silk bra she was wearing as Shawn pretended to be looking over her shoulder through the viewfinder of her movie camera.

“Okay, Kiki, turn to Shawn, look at her like she’s your next meal,” Claire crooned happily as she continued to snap away.

That won’t be hard. Kiki narrowed her focus on Shawn’s profile. As she listened to the slow, sexy beat of the music pumping through the warehouse, she let her face show what her body was craving. She easily conjured up the images of what she’d like to be doing to Shawn as she stared at her perfectly straight, slightly upturned at the end, nose. She took in the smattering of freckles, barely visible under her make-up, her strong jawline that led her eye up to a delicate ear she could easily picture putting her tongue and lips against.

Her mind suddenly went to Shawn’s non-physical attributes she found attractive. She’d come out on the heels of her big breakthrough role, against the advice of her handlers, and had immersed herself in LGBTQ activism. She carefully selected her projects, only working on ones where at least half of the production staff were women.

She was glad Shawn’s attention was focused on the camera and not on her, because she was certain that everything she was thinking about doing to Shawn was written plainly on her face.

“Nice! Wow!” Claire cheered as she moved around them, getting several angles of their pose.

“All right. I think we got enough of that one. You ladies up for the final scene?” Claire asked as she pulled the camera from her face and let it hang around her neck.

It took a second for Kiki to snap back to her surroundings. She found herself looking into mirthful amber eyes. “Ready for me to be your corner woman?” Shawn asked with an immutably amused smile.

It somewhat disheartened Kiki at how casually Shawn regarded her. Her libido was running roughshod over her, and Shawn acted like a patient teacher, guiding her novice pupil through a new, unfamiliar lesson.

“Oh, right,” Kiki stammered as she remembered what the last scene was for their photoshoot. Before she and Shawn had cleared the set, the crew was already rolling out the prop camera and director’s chairs and moving in a prop black chain-link fence to resemble being inside an MMA ring.

“See you in a minute.” Shawn winked as she headed to her side of the makeshift changing room.

***

Shawn looked at the last outfit hanging up on the wardrobe cart. “Claire’s really going for it,” she muttered to herself with a twitch of her lips as she pulled the items off the hangers.

With only a heavy canvas curtain separating their dressing rooms, she heard Kiki pulling her outfit off of the clothing rack as well. She smiled, thinking about the tough-as-nails fighter so clearly out of her element. Not surprisingly, she learned quickly that Kiki did not like having attention focused on her physique and presence outside of fighting.

“I look like a beast next to you.” Kiki had frowned when they were standing off to the side, waiting for their first scene shoot. Kiki certainly did not fit the bill of a beautiful woman in the world-dominating male gaze, not even close. She was tall, muscular, all angles and sharpness. Her dark hair was shaved close to her scalp, her thick brows that framed her moss green eyes, both bisected by scars. She had an old wound thick with scar tissue under her left eye and a newly healed one on the bridge of her slightly crooked nose.

No, she wasn’t beautiful at all in the traditional sense, but to Shawn, she was perfect.

She pushed the exterior curtain to the side and walked out into the small make-up area, checking herself in the mirror. The tiny shorts and tight-fitting track jacket were absolutely scandalous. She grinned. There was no bra included with the outfit, so she just grabbed the one she’d brought with her to change into when they were done.

“Oh.” She heard Kiki exhale behind her, and she turned, oblivious to Kiki’s reaction to her skimpy outfit. She was too focused on what Kiki was wearing, which were very small compression shorts and a black sports bra.

Shawn took in the muscled quads under the highly detailed tree tattoos and then moved up to her perfectly sculpted eight-pack abs that were built for function, not appearance. Her eyes then traveled to Kiki’s arms and the intricate ink that started at both forearms and wound up to her shoulders. She looked like a gladiator goddess.

“Let’s get you shined up, Kiki,” Felice said as she gestured for Kiki to come sit at the make-up chair.

“Oh, we need real sweat. It captures better,” Claire said as she popped her head into the make-up area. “Can you do that for us, Kiki?”

Shawn watched Kiki rub the back of her neck and then look her way, eyes drawn together in confusion.

“She wants you to work up a sweat for the fight scene,” Shawn explained, putting the word fight in quotes. “Can you do some pushups or something?” Shawn looked at Claire for confirmation, and she nodded enthusiastically.

“Yes! That would be perfect!” Claire clapped her hands and disappeared again.

“Okay, well, knock yourself out, Kiki… but not really.” Felice giggled. “The make-up is smudge-proof and waterproof. Don’t worry.” She turned to Shawn, “Come here, I’ll touch you up while Kiki gets her workout on.”

Shawn’s eyes kept drifting to Kiki’s reflection in the mirror as she ripped off dozens of close-handed push-ups. She swallowed hard as she saw Kiki’s arms and back glisten and the veins in her neck and forearms pop. Her mouth watered just at the thought of having a sweaty, near-naked Kiki so close to her in a room full of onlookers.

“You okay, sweetie?” Felice asked as she brought her head around to look at Shawn, obstructing her view of Kiki. She shook her head to clear it.

“Oh yes, I’m fine,” she answered with a slight smile.

“Okay, you looked a little flushed there,” she said, and Shawn immediately looked up at her, eyes wide. Felice gave no indication she was being anything but sincere in her concern, though.

“This sweaty enough?” Kiki asked as she came up next to Shawn. The clean, woodsy smell of Kiki’s perspiration began to do things to her lower belly, and they weren’t even in provocative poses yet.

“Um…” Shawn stuttered as Kiki backed away, seemingly embarrassed.

Just then, Claire popped her head back in. “Okay, let’s roll, we’re losing the natural light through the windows!”

***

“Shawn, get in between Kiki’s legs more. Hold the ice pack on the back of her neck, and then you two get close, faces right in front of each other. Remember, heat!”

Kiki shifted on her stool and spread her legs wider to accommodate Shawn’s hips. Her chest expanded with a held-in breath as Shawn placed a hand on her upper thigh for balance. She nearly gasped as Shawn’s breasts pushed into her other thigh as she reached down for the small bag of ice.

“So why do they put ice on the back of fighters’ necks?” Shawn asked as she placed the bag gently against the back of Kiki’s neck. She hissed at the sensation on her overheated skin and nearly forgot the question as Shawn drew in close to her face and looked up into her eyes.

Kiki licked her lips. “It’s used to control blood flow and help with recovery. Fighters use their neck muscles extensively, and they heat up. The ice in between rounds helps cool them down.”

She swallowed hard when Shawn nodded and parted her lips. Their mouths were less than two inches apart, and she wished she could put that bag of ice somewhere lower as she felt Shawn’s hand, which was still on her sweat-slick thigh, tighten its grip imperceptibly.

“Oh my god, ladies, yes!” Claire beamed as she waved at a camera assistant to move one of the light reflectors. “How do you feel about getting into some fighting positions?” she asked as she came over to them, eyes alight with enthusiasm.

“You mean like on the ground?” Shawn asked as she looked back at Kiki, who was still slightly dazed at Shawn’s grip on her upper thigh.

“Yes, nothing too crazy. Kiki, this is your wheelhouse, give us some sexy fight poses.” Claire hopped away to her table of cameras, leaving Kiki and Shawn alone for a moment.

Sexy fight poses. Right.

“So, how do you want me?” Shawn asked her with a coy smile.

“Uh, how about I lie on my back and you straddle me. You reach down, pin my arms to the floor.”

Kiki didn’t find fighting another woman sexy in the least. But she certainly found Shawn on top of her, holding her down in a faux submission, the stuff of many a night-time fantasy. Now, if only she could pull it off without spontaneously combusting in front of half a dozen people.

Shawn smirked and stood, giving Kiki room to get up and then lie down on the floor. Once she was on her back, Shawn walked over and stepped one leg over her torso and then sank to her knees until she was hovering over Kiki’s belly.

“You can sit on me.”

She watched as Shawn’s smirk morphed into something much less amused and much more… focused. Her eyes widened as Shawn grabbed the zipper of her track jacket and pulled it down until it came apart, and then slipped it off her shoulders, revealing a red Lycra bralette.

“Looks funny with me wearing a jacket.” Shawn tossed it away before an eager assistant could come to take it for her.

Claire rejoined them. “Oh, perfect, yes, jacket off. Whenever you are ready, ladies!”

“So, I just…” Shawn’s words trailed off as she reached for each of Kiki’s outstretched hands and brought them over her head. The reach difference meant Shawn was nearly horizontal against Kiki as she leaned and pressed her arms to the floor.

Kiki couldn’t help but feel the intense heat on her bare belly where Shawn’s center rested. It caused an uncomfortable stickiness between her own legs, and suddenly she really, really wanted to not be in the middle of a photoshoot.

She dared a glance up into Shawn’s eyes and was surprised to see how hooded they were.

“I’m not too heavy, am I?” Shawn asked in a whisper, like she was having problems getting her voice to work.

“No, you’re perfect,” Kiki managed in the same scant whisper. Their eyes remained locked and the world went away for just a few seconds as they regarded each other, their brains trying to catch up to their bodies.

Finally, their bubble was broken by Claire. “Whew, you two have insane chemistry, let me tell you.”

Shawn gave Kiki a shy smile and ducked her head, but didn’t make a move to get up yet. Kiki was quite content to lie there under her until she saw something out of the corner of her eye. She turned slightly to see that it was one of the male assistants standing off by himself with his phone. Something told her he wasn't just texting his girlfriend. “Hey, mind if I get up?”

She tried to make it a playful request so as not to alarm Shawn or take away from their moment.

“Oh, right of course!” she said with an embarrassed laugh.

Kiki caught her arm and smiled at her reassuringly. “I just need to do something real quick.”

Once she was upright again, she made sure Shawn was occupied with putting her jacket back on and chatting with Claire before she made her way over to him. She didn’t know a lot about photoshoots, but she knew phones on set were forbidden.

He was so engrossed in what he was doing, he didn’t hear Kiki come up behind him and look over his shoulder. What she saw confirmed her suspicions and made her blood boil. She bent near his ear and whispered menacingly, “If that picture of her goes live and I see it on any social media, I’m going to find you and beat the living shit out of you. Better yet, go to your photostream and I’m going to watch you delete every fucking picture you took of her today.”

The man didn’t even turn around and argue. She just watched him swallow convulsively and do what she said. Her fists clenched and unclenched at every shot he took of Shawn’s cleavage, ass, even one where he caught her panties in one of the poses where Kiki had dipped her playfully during their little impromptu dance sequence.

“Is that it?” she growled, incensed.

The man nodded and put the phone back in his pocket and slinked away.

“Fucking creep,” she murmured as she made her way back behind the dressing area so she could use the restroom and collect herself. Before she left, she’d make sure he never worked at a photoshoot again.

***

Shawn smiled nervously as Kiki approached her and Claire as they took a look at some of the pictures she’d just taken.

“Everything okay?” Shawn asked as she noticed Kiki’s slight frown.

“Yep, just had to check on something.”

Shawn studied her for a minute and wanted to press further, but thought better of it. She felt Claire tap her arm, and it brought her back to what they’d been discussing.

“Um, Claire was wondering if you’d be down for a kind of… nude session?”

Kiki’s scarred eyebrows shot up, and her mouth fell open slightly, and Shawn instantly regretted even asking. Claire mercifully stepped in. “Your chemistry together is off the charts, and you two just make for a very stunning couple together with your… tattoos and Shawn’s… not tattoos,” Claire said, jutting her hand out to Kiki’s heavily inked body and then to her unmarked one. “It would be tasteful, nothing showing that you don’t want, and it’ll just be me and Felice.”

Shawn looked back at Kiki, relieved that her expression was just slightly wary rather than shocked now.

“No one else here but you and Felice? And we don’t have to show anything we aren’t comfortable with?”

Shawn watched as Kiki looked around at the crew, her lips forming a tight line before looking back at Claire.

Claire nodded. “Just some tasteful close-up shots of your bodies, in close proximity. As wonderful as all these shots are, I don’t feel like I have my cover shot yet.”

Kiki looked at Shawn with only one eyebrow elevated in question. Shawn shrugged. “I’m down if you are.”

Shawn smiled when Kiki nodded and shrugged as well.

“Excellent! You’ll find robes in your dressing rooms. Give us a few minutes so we can clear everyone out and get set up.”

Both women came out in their robes, and Shawn saw Kiki’s unsure expression as she stuffed her hands into the robe pockets and pulled them out again. “Hey, we don’t have to do this. We can just tell Claire to pick from what she has.”

Shawn watched as Kiki’s jaw tightened slightly and then relaxed as her eyes took on a calmer expression. “I wrestle with half-naked women for a living. I think I can do it.” Her lips quirked into a crooked grin and Shawn regarded her for a moment before offering her own crooked grin.

“Alright, killer, let’s see what you got.”

***

What the fuck was I thinking? Kiki shook her head as she pulled the canvas barrier back and stepped into her dressing area. They’d just finished shooting their nude poses, and her body was now pulsing with need as scenes of her pressing Shawn’s sweet, soft naked body against the fence ran through her mind.

“Kiki, put your arms up over the top of the fence, Shawn, wrap yours high up on Kiki’s back… that’s it, now look into each other’s eyes.”

Their lips were just an inch apart, and Kiki closed her eyes as she breathed Shawn in. Even through her own overheated skin, she could feel the heat of Shawn’s body against hers. It was so soft, begging for Kiki’s rough hands to touch every square inch.

“Is this okay?” Shawn asked, voice hoarse and unsteady. 

The fact that Shawn was showing just how affected she was, too, now amplified her arousal to an uncomfortable level. She could only nod in response as she saw the same want in Shawn’s eyes reflected back at her.

Kiki opened her robe and looked down at the tangible evidence of how turned on she was. Maybe I can just rub one out real quick in the bathroom before getting dressed. She pulled her robe tight and was mortified when she moaned aloud as the fabric brushed against her painfully erect nipples. She froze, robe falling open and she held her breath as she saw the corner of the canvas part and Shawn poke her head through.

They stood still, not breathing, just staring at each other. Then Shawn was pushing the canvas to let her whole body through to her side. She continued to stare at Shawn wide-eyed until her brain registered that Shawn was still in her robe too, and she was looking at her with a hunger that shot straight down to her core. She watched as Shawn’s eyes moved to her partially exposed breasts and then down to her clean-shaven, glistening pussy.

“Why don’t you sit down and let me take care of that for you,” Shawn said, and Kiki looked down at her own body, her inner thighs wet with her arousal.

She continued to stand still, dumbstruck at what was happening.

“Do you want me to?” Shawn asked as her hand paused at the belt on her own robe.

Kiki tried to swallow, but it seemed all of the moisture in her body had headed south a while ago. Her gaze was glued to Shawn’s hands as she slowly opened her robe and started to let it slide down her body. Oh my god.

When Kiki remained quiet for several long seconds, Shawn bit her lip and dipped her head, seemingly embarrassed at her forwardness. “Well, I’m not going to beg,” she said with a light chuckle and began to slide her robe back up. That spurred Kiki into action, and she felt behind her for the bench and clumsily sat down on it.

“Spread your legs, then,” Shawn commanded softly, and Kiki complied.

“Felice and Claire?” Kiki whispered as she watched Shawn slide her robe off all the way and kneel in front of her.

“They’re busy.”

Kiki swallowed hard and felt a new flood of wetness when Shawn brought her hands to her thighs and ran them over the inked skin. “So beautiful,” she murmured, and Kiki wasn’t sure she was talking about her or her ink.

“I love your body. So strong.” Shawn pushed the robe off Kiki’s legs, and it fell open all the way to her shoulders. She bit her bottom lip, hard, as Shawn’s soft but strong hands rubbed up her thighs, over her hips, and then over her taut stomach. One hand continued its path up her body to her left breast, where she ran her fingers over her painfully erect nipple. Kiki hissed and arched her back into the contact.

“Can you be quiet?”

Kiki groaned at Shawn’s words, and she felt absolutely powerless as her thighs spread open a bit more.  While one of Shawn’s hands stayed against her chest, the other went down to her smooth pubic mound, and her thumb stroked softly as her eyes turned serious. “May I go down on you, Kiki?”

Kiki’s head was swimming with such keen want and arousal, she knew there was no way she’d say no to this woman. But she did need something from her.

“Will you kiss me first?”

Shawn’s hooded eyes shone, and a brilliant smile crested over her lips as she leaned up and met Kiki halfway. Their lips parted instantly as their tongues sought a home in each other’s mouths. It was hot and wet, and something Kiki had wanted to do since she’d seen Shawn walking up to her in those heels.

She moaned loudly as she felt Shawn’s thumb graze her engorged clit and nearly bit down on Shawn’s tongue. “Fuck,” she mumbled into her open mouth.

Suddenly, her mouth was abandoned, but she didn’t have time to register the loss as Shawn’s lips trailed down her neck. She swirled her tongue around the hollow of Kiki’s throat and then kissed her sternum sloppily, pausing to lavish each turgid nipple for a few seconds.

She then continued her descent, laying wet kisses down her stomach, pausing to lick at her pubic bone, and then settling herself tightly between Kiki’s legs. Both knew they were running out of time. Shawn smiled wantonly as she dipped her tongue into Kiki’s wetness.

“Sweet Jesus,” Kiki groaned, her hand going to Shawn’s head. Her fingers threaded through her thick hair, and it took everything in her not to raise her ass off the bench and fuck herself against Shawn’s sweet, talented mouth.

Her head thumped against the wall as her other hand gripped the end of the bench. She wanted Shawn’s tongue inside her forever, but she knew this wasn’t the time or place for prolonged pussy eating. The way she had been keyed up all day, this wasn’t going to take long anyway.

“I’m real close,” she whispered. Her fingers gripped Shawn’s hair harder as she felt her tongue dip inside her to collect her juices. Kiki looked down at her as her tongue ran achingly slow up through her labia until it landed on her clit where she took it between her lips and sucked gently until Kiki’s hand that was gripping the bench went to her mouth to mute a half-grunt-half-shout as she shuddered and flooded Shawn’s face.

She sighed, sagging against the wall, watching Shawn lick and suck her clean. Her face held a sated, affectionate smile until she heard footsteps coming close to their dressing area.

“Ladies! We got the cover!”

Kiki looked down and cocked an eyebrow at Shawn, who still had a mouthful of her pussy.

“Excellent, Claire, we’ll be right out!” Kiki called through the partition.

“Take your time!” came the easy response as the footsteps were already moving away.

Kiki chuckled and reached down to cup Shawn’s face, pulling her up gently until she climbed up onto her lap. She used the sleeve of her own robe to wipe Shawn’s glistening lips and chin, and once she was done, she was graced with the biggest shit-eating grin.

“Not that I’m questioning or complaining about getting head in public, but what possessed you to--” Kiki’s question was cut off by a deep kiss.

When Shawn pulled back, her eyes were shiny and her expression was earnest.

“Thank you for being my knight in shining armor. Felice overhead you confronting that assistant.”

She nodded and gave Shawn a sheepish grin before leaning up to kiss her softly. 

“Nobody gets to have candid cleavage shots of my girlfriend on their phone but me.”

Shawn smiled and caressed Kiki’s chest. “Speaking of that, I suppose we should put together some sort of announcement to go with our little photoshoot?”

“Or we could keep ‘em guessing for a while.”

“You’re a wicked woman, Kiki Marshall.”

“You love it, Shawn Lake.”

“Indeed, I do.”

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