Triangles – Love In Triplicate – CH18 ~*~ Janet Marie/JadedRogue~

Bette stepped into the huge hummer limo that was parked in her driveway, she looked around, seeing Tina, Alice, Shane, Dana, Lara, Marina, Jenny and Tim all sitting in various seats. At first, everything seemed normal. Until…

She turned and gazed at the far back of the limo, a dark figure with smoke rings puffing from her mouth, little ‘O’s, black cowboy hat, and spurs. A wide eyed look of wonder from Bette, as she wondered who that was, and then she looked at the front, in driver’s seat was an exotic dark beauty, the blonde next to her, the one with the laptop, called her Blu.

“Well bloody hell, I didn’t know you drove on the wrong side of the road!” Blu was muttering, as she wrestled the limo into the right lane. Having been driving into oncoming traffic on the wrong side of the road.

“We are in the USA!” The darker haired one said, and Laptop girl turned to her with a comical grin on her face.

“Katey, you are such the Domme, I swear!” She said, and Bette detected a faint accent, blinking and listening into the odd conversation.

“Jaded, I’ll… Well… I’ll…” Katey’s faces scrunched up and Jaded burst out laughing, and Katey finished. “I swear!” Blu laughed turning and looking over at the women, finding that Bette was staring intently at them. She jabbed a thumb towards the passengers.

“Um, Jade?” Jaded looked up, blue grey eyes grinning with mischief.

“Oui?” Blu then said.

“Make them do something!?!?” Jaded laughed, turning off the Sim’s 2 on her laptop and pulling up a blank page. She’d been getting funky with the Sim’s 2 for a week now, finding way too many comparisons to Wanking and the Sims to mention.

“Sorry, it’s almost the same game….”

Katey slapped her in the back of the head and Jaded got to work, rubbing the back of her head and groaning.

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“So exactly where are we going?” Bette asked and Tina shrugged, as did everyone else, she turned to Tim, who was sitting with his legs spread and Marina and Jenny both rubbing his chest through his shirt. He looked like a pimp, a woman on each side, his manhood throbbing against his pants.