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surreal, as if she watched herself from above,
a stranger inhabiting her body and doing and saying things that were so not
Britt-like.
    Michelle shook her head. “Mm-mm. Baby, you look good enough
to gobble down whole.” She had on a stark-white bikini that made her tattooed,
tanned complexion look even darker. Burnished hair pulled up in a high ponytail
emphasized the stunning beauty of her face. Britt couldn’t take her eyes off
those plump lips. She wondered how it would feel to kiss Michelle.
    To be tasted with that mouth. While Diego watched.
    “Thank you. You’re not bad yourself.”
    Michelle batted her eyes and feigned a swoon. “Music to my
ears. But I heard you’re new at this. Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”
    Britt grinned. Michelle had delighted her the first moment
she’d spoken. “And I heard you’re an excellent tutor.”
    Michelle took Britt by the wrist and stepped over the edge
of the ring and into the gelatin. She grazed her palm and fingers down until
she had Britt’s hand secured in hers. She tugged, urging Britt in with her.
“Very true. Now c’mon. Day’s a-wastin’. Let’s get jiggly.”
    Britt threw her head back and laughed. She slipped off her
flip-flops, stepped one foot in, then the other. The cool gelatin squished
between her toes. It had already started melting into a thick goo on the top
layers. She caught a whiff of orange, lime and cherry.
    The band stopped playing and she heard one of them murmur
over the sound system, “Son of a bitch, would you look at that? I’ve suddenly
got a hankering for some gelatin dessert.”
    Whistles and shouts of approval rang out. A crowd gathered
around, but they all seemed to know to leave a gap for Diego to see from the
picnic table. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him walk around and sit on
the tabletop, settling in for the show. He lit a cigarette, never taking his
gaze off her.
    Mindy and Candy slinked up and took a front-row stance.
    It’s just like doing a catalog shoot… It’s just like—
    Arms went around Britt and a leg swiped at hers, tripping
her. She found herself flat on her back in a split second, staring up at the
clear-blue sky. Cold gelatin bathed her spine, but Michelle warmed her front.
She straddled Britt’s hips and held her wrists down in the gooey pit. Her
breasts dangled above Britt’s chest.
    “Ha. Weren’t expecting that, were you, baby?” Michelle
grinned down at her, but her smile faded. Her hot, assessing gaze traveled over
Britt’s breasts, making the nipples tent against the thin polyester fabric.
“Honey, you make me forget that I also have the hots for cock. But I think I
could totally defect to the lesbian side with you.”
    Onlookers cheered and shouted their approval while the band
started playing some vaudeville-type, vavoom music that made her think of buxom
broads on stage shaking their breasts and revealing their net stockings. A crow
flew overhead and cawed, and motorcycles roared in the distance. She could
smell hamburgers and hot dogs barbecuing beyond the aromas of sweet gelatin
surrounding her and the faint scent of beer and whiskey.
    But most prominent was the sweet smell of Michelle, her legs
encasing Britt’s hips and her grip on Britt’s wrists while Diego’s gaze watched
her every move. Whoa, so arousing beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
    This is not just like doing a catalog shoot.
    Britt ignored Michelle’s self-declaration of her teetering
sexuality and reared up. She had Michelle in a cradle wrestling move and
twisted into a pretzel in two seconds flat. “And you weren’t expecting this,
were you, ‘baby’?”
    A biker dropped to his knees and peered at the
gelatin-coated mat beneath the curl of Michelle’s back. “Shoulders are almost
touching. Motherfucker, she’s gonna pin ’er right off the bat.”
    “What the hell are you doing?” Michelle’s voice strained
against the knee-to-neck hold Britt had her in.
    Britt giggled and pulled