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Ann had never made a point of trying to pick up women in bars, but when a lounge singer with an hourglass figure struts over to your table and begins to hit on you, exceptions can be made. That was years ago, Ann and Kaori meeting for the first time in a hotel lounge...Ann was in Go City for a weekend surgical conference, Kaori singing in her hotel's lounge. Feigning some mysterious stomach bug, Ann missed most of the conference. Likewise, pretending to have a bout of laryngitis and unable to perform, Kaori spent the weekend in Ann's hotel room.

Now, a little closer to home, the two meet at their usual rendezvous on an almost weekly basis. Dr. Possible, having taken lunch from the hospital, slips off her lab coat and tosses it onto the bed. Kaori, hours away from her first set in the Middle Motor Lodge's lounge, kicks her heels off to one side or the other.

The two stare into one another's eyes as they undress, Ann giving the raven-haired woman a sultry smile, slowly unbuttoning her purple blouse to reveal a lacy white bra beneath it. Turning around, eyeing the redhead over her shoulder, Kaori bites the tip of her tongue, watching as Ann begins to undo her skirt.

Kaori: Unzip me.

Kaori raises an eyebrow, a knowing little smirk forming the in the corner of her mouth as the doctor slips her skirt down her hips and lets it fall to the floor. Ann unzips the singer's black, sequined dress, a hand slipping inside and around Kaori's waist as she does so. As the strapless dress drops, Ann quickly grabs a handful of perfectly proportioned double-D cup, fingertips pressing into the woman's soft, mocha-colored flesh. Kaori's fully erect fourteen inches, Ann's fingers firmly grasping its base, is the only thing keeping the garment from falling to the floor.

Pulling the woman towards her, lace-covered breasts pressing against Kaori's back, Ann nuzzles her nose behind the singer's ear.

Ann: I rescheduled all of my afternoon appointments...

The singer lets out a little purr, Ann nibbling at her earlobe.

Ann: ...so you can do me all weekend.

Turning around, the dress still suspended by her length, Ann lets out a little giggle at Kaori's expense. With a little grimace of embarrassment, the artist motions for Ann to turn around, flipping the offending garment off her as she does so. Bra unclasped and cast aside, Ann bends at the waist, purposely pressing her posterior against the underside of the singer's length while pushing her matching lace panties to her ankles.

Kaori: Leave the heels and stockings on.

Just as Ann attempts to raise herself, a hand lands squarely between her shoulder blades, pushing her downward. Obliging, the redhead grabs her ankles, rolling her hips to give the songstress easier access. Ann lets out an 'Ooo!' of surprise, Kaori's enormous head pressing hard against her sopping wet labia. A hand gripping either hipbone and Kaori is inside, rolling her hips upward...hitting Ann's 'spot' with every single stroke.

A short while later, tied to the headboard by her own stockings, Ann lets out a whimpering moan as Kaori pulls out. Just in time, a thick stream of pearlescent goo crisscrosses Ann's abs, splattering the underside of her breasts. The score is now two to one in the vocalist's favor, the first round coating the doctor's ass and running down the small of her back.  Not that it's a competition...they'll both lose count long before the weekend is over.

Kaori, panting for breath, collapses onto the guck-covered woman...Ann lets out an 'Ooof', grinning up at her captor as she feels the full weight of the woman. Just as Ann opens her mouth to say something, both women grow wide-eyed with surprise. The pair look at one another, sharing a knowing grin...the sound of a headboard repeatedly banging against the wall opposite theirs leaves little doubt as to what's going on in the room next door.

Female Voice: OHH GAWD, YESSSSS! FUCK ME! Do me just like that, Daddy!

Ann blinks repeatedly, followed by a smirk and a raised eyebrow. Kaori mirrors her expression, cocking her head to listen to their neighbor's wails of delight.

Ann: That voice sounds awfully familiar.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2

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Robert B.

Well this story is pretty self-explanatory except for how Ann knows Kiori, unless she met her at the strip club, or she's one of the clones KP wanted to create of her, because the last I know she was swooning over Shego.