“I feel like an idiot now,” a woman in her mid twenties with long, silk-like, black hair muttered to herself as she was standing in front of the apartment 9B’s door. “Her ex asked me out last night, and I’m here to talk to her about it!” she rubbed her purple eyes in annoyance. “Why did I think this was a good idea?”

Octavia had been asked out by the most talented musician of the orchestra of which she was a member, Frederick Horzowski. His sudden demand had shocked Octavia. She had never thought he could be interested in her, especially so soon after his breakup with Beatrice, whose apartment door the black haired cellist was standing in front of.

Their breakup, and Beatrice leaving the orchestra immediately afterward had been the main topic of gossip for more than a few weeks now. Octavia had taken the news with puzzlement. Beatrice and Frederick had been together for nearly five years, and had suddenly broken-up without giving any reasons.

Some naysayers supposed that Beatrice had an affair, and that’s what caused the breakup, and her leaving the orchestra. Octavia hadn’t bought that the slightest. She knew that Beatrice would never do that to Frederick, and she also knew that he had planned on proposing to her within the year to come. Their breakup was a mistake that made no sense at all, and Octavia had decided to correct that mistake.

Her eagerness to bring her two friends back together had lasted just enough for her to reach Beatrice’s front door. After that, doubts filled her mind. How was she going to even say that to Beatrice? Would Beatrice even listen to what she had to say? What if her other friends were right?

Octavia’s enterprise hadn’t met many followers in her circle of friends. Some of them had simply told her to stay away from Beatrice and Frederick’s business. That it was their life, and that it was up to them to do something about it. The other part of her friends, the ones convinced Beatrice had really cheated on Frederick, excitedly advised her to simply accept Frederick’s demand on a date. Something Octavia was firmly opposed to.

It was true that Frederick was a really good looking man, intelligent, a very good company, and had a really wealthy situation, as her violinist friend, Viola, had stressed very much. But he wasn’t the one for Octavia. There had always been one person for Octavia, and, even if it had been years since that person went out of her life, her feelings hadn't changed since then.

Focus, Octavia! She thought sternly, as she blinked to chase the small nostalgic tears that had found their way in her eyes. You’re here to help Beatrice and Frederick, not to cry on your past loss!

Octavia wiped her tears away and took a deep breath. She still had no idea how to bring the matter at hand into the conversation, but she’d just walk in and see how it’d all flow, and at worst she would enjoy a nice talk with Beatrice, who she hadn’t really spent time with since she quit the orchestra. The last few weeks had been rather full with all the shows the orchestra had organized.

Octavia pushed on the doorbell, frowning as she didn’t hear the buzz that was supposed to come from it. She pressed another time on it for a few seconds. Earning no sounds whatsoever, the cellist groaned in annoyance, right before her eyes fell on a paper that was hanging from the mailbox.

“I’m currently at home right now, but my doorbell is broken. Please, knock strongly if you wish to enter. Beatrice B.,” Octavia read out loud the clear, cursive handwriting on the note. “PS: Mrs. Newman, if it’s for complaining about the noise again, you can go and get pissed on by a hobo!” Octavia blinked. “How fancy,” she commented sarcastically before knocking loudly on the door three times.

After a couple of minutes of waiting, Octavia was certain to have heard the wind mocking her for standing there like an idiot, if she could speak wind that is.

“Maybe she’s in her practice room and didn’t hear me,” Octavia supposed before lifting the flowerpot on the small table near the door, revealing a small metallic key. Can’t believe she still keeps a key THERE! Octavia rolled her eyes. I swear, It’s like she wishes for a burglar to come in.

Octavia unlocked the door of her friend’s apartment with the flowerpot key, and invited herself in. After locking the door behind her, Octavia heard the nearly muffled sounds of someone playing the saxophone coming from within the apartment.

“Looks like I was right,” Octavia said with a small amount of pride.

After putting the key on the living room's coffee table, Octavia walked to where the music came from, the practice room. As she walked in the corridor that lead to where Beatrice must be, Octavia couldn’t stop herself from bobbing her head to the music.

It’s had been a while since she had last heard Beatrice playing anything. She was happy to hear that Beatrice still got some ‘funk’ inside her, to quote her friend Laura, despite not being in the orchestra anymore. Octavia, not wanting to interrupt her friend, decided to wait until she was done playing to let her presence known.

After a good minute or two, the saxophone stopped being played. Octavia was about to knock on the music room’s door.

“So, did you like it?” Beatrice’s voice, sounding a bit out of breath, asked eagerly, startling Octavia a bit.

Wondering how Beatrice had known she was listening, Octavia opened her mouth to answer when another voice, raspy, but feminine too, answered in her stead.

“To be completely honest with you, I was a bit skeptical at listening to your little jazz solo,” the voice admitted slowly. “Jazz isn’t really my style of music, but I can say that I enjoyed it a whole heap!” she added excitedly.

Octavia had heard that voice before, but she couldn’t exactly say where. Given the context, maybe it was some talent seeker from a label, and that Beatrice was having an audition for a new job.

“Thank you,” Beatrice replied in a happy tone. “Do you want me to play something else?”

Yes, she’s definitely having an audition! Octavia thought as she noticed the eagerness in Beatrice’s voice. She’s always that chipper when an audition goes without a hitch.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind one of your special solos,” the voice replied in a low purr. “You know?.... The ones without an instrument.”

That’s….That’s not the kind of thing you say to an audition! Octavia thought with wide, shocked eyes.

“Oh,” Beatrice giggled softly. “I thought you said my body was an instrument in that case,” she added sultrily.

WHAT THE F...F… FIDDLESTICKS!Octavia cursed mentally. What’s happening in there?

“That’s only when I get to play it, Sleeping Beauty,” the voice purred sensually. “Now, be a sweetheart, and get your perfectly shaped ass on the move,” she demanded in playful and sultry tone.

WHAT?!

“Sometimes I get the feeling you come here only because of that, you know?” Beatrice replied in a seductive voice before Octavia heard a sharp slap.

“Well, if your sexy ass hadn’t distracted me when I was visiting the pianist’s apartment, we sure wouldn’t here right now,” she commented with a chuckle.

“....” Octavia heard Beatrice gulp. “Could you please not mention that place?” she asked softly.

“Oh!” the voice had traded all its playful tone for a more concerned one. “It’s still too soon?” she asked softly. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you.” Octavia clearly heard the sound of a kiss.

“It’s okay, I know you didn’t,” Beatrice replied in a quiet, sad tone. “You’ve been nothing but wonderful to me since that burglary, it’s not fair for you to…”

The rest of the sentence was lost to Octavia, as she focused on one detail that caught her attention. Frederick’s apartment had been burglarized more than a month before Beatrice and Frederick actually broke up. The gossips were true. Beatrice had really cheated on Frederick.

Oh...THE...THE…WH...WHO... PERIPATETIC... ”....Woman!” Octavia growled unintentionally before covering her mouth with both her hands.

“What the?” the unknown voice muttered from the other side of the door. “Someone’s inside!”

“That’s not possible!” Beatrice replied while Octavia heard her voice coming closer. “I locked the door!”

“Sweetie, not to bother you or anything, but I’ve been coming here a lot in the past few weeks, and not once did I use your front door!” the unknown woman commented.

“Oh, right!” Beatrice replied sheepishly. “Is my security system that obsolete?”

“Nah, I’m just way too good at what I do!” the voice exclaimed boastfully.

Octavia had almost reached the outside of the corridor when she heard the practice room’s door being pushed open.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Beatrice yelled in fury as she recognized Octavia sneaking out of her corridor.

“Hum….” Octavia turned around to see a brunette with shoulder long, wavy hair, wearing a light blue summer dress staring furiously at her. “Huh… I came to visit?” Octavia said sheepishly, embarrassed to have been caught, momentarily forgetting why she was here, or what she had just heard.

“How did you get in?” Beatrice interrogated in a threatening tone, closing the music room’s door behind her.

“You left a key under the flowerpot,” Octavia deadpanned her in a cold tone, recovering from being found out. “I knocked at your door, but you were probably too busy doing a solo for your friend in there!” she growled, pointing an accusatory finger at the music room.

Beatrice paled with a horrified expression. “You..You heard…”

“Yes, I heard you!” Octavia spat in disgust. “I can’t believe you cheated on Frederick….”

“I NEVER CHEATED ON FREDERICK!” Beatrice yelled frantically.

“LIAR! I HEARD YOU TALKING ABOUT IT TO YOUR NEW GIRLFRIEND!” Octavia shouted angrily in response. “You and that girl have been together since that burglary! I heard you say it!”

“It’s not that!” Beatrice’s shout broke into a small cry. “You don’t know anything about what happened!” she whimpered with tears filling her purple eyes, before she fell on her knees.

“Don’t try to get sympathy from me with tears!” Octavia said firmly while internally hurting from seeing her friend so miserable. “You’re just path….”

“ENOUGH!” the unknown voice shouted angrily from the practice room, whose door was kicked open.

Octavia, though a bit startled by the loud shout and the door’s forced opening, wasn’t keen on being yelled at by the one who had broken her two friends’ relationship. She was about to let her anger flow on the newcomer as soon as she’d pass the threshold. Except that, like many things she had planned before coming here, things didn’t happen like she had thought they would.

When she saw the woman walk out of the room to kneel and hug a now sobbing Beatrice, Octavia froze with her mouth agape, her anger instantly replaced by shock. Those messy, yet harmonious cyan and deep blue spikes of hair, that lightly tanned skin that made her think of a delicious mix between caramel and milk chocolate, those beautiful red eyes that shined like rubies. Octavia had only known one person with those features.

“V..Vinyl?” she asked in a staggered, shaken whisper, thinking her mind was playing tricks.

The blue haired woman turned her head to who had called her name, her eyes widening in a shocked expression very similar to the one the woman with long, black hair in front of her was bearing.

“Tavi?”

“She’ll come out after she’s calmed down,” Vinyl stated after having brought Beatrice to her bedroom. “This should only take a few minutes,” she added to Octavia who was sitting on a barstool next to the kitchen countertop, right where Vinyl had ordered her to sit down before she took care of Beatrice.

“A..Alright,” Octavia stammered, her eyes fixed on the countertop.

“I’m not sure if you deserve the common hospitality after entering uninvited like you did.” Octavia winced at how true that remark was. “But, considering what I do for a living, that would a lot hypocritical of me to do so,” Vinyl remarked with a shrug. “Coffee?”

“If you don’t mind,” Octavia whispered quietly, not wanting to see the blue haired woman’s face.

“Ok,” Vinyl replied before pouring water in the coffee machine. “Large mug, drop of milk, and two sachets of cane sugar?”

“You have a good memory,” Octavia commented with a short nod.

“Well, I used to prepare that for you at least twice a day, every day, for a bit more than three years,” Vinyl replied casually, getting what she needed for Octavia’s coffee. “When I left boarding school, it took me a few months to break the habit of preparing that cup. Old habits sure die hard.”

“You have no idea,” Octavia let out for herself, thinking of something entirely different from a cup of coffee.

“So, why are you here?” Vinyl asked, not having heard Octavia’s remark.

“Well, if you want to know,” Octavia said hesitantly. “I came here hoping to bring Frederick and Beatrice together. I didn’t know it was a lost cause though,” she added with a sigh.

“You waited more than six weeks to try that?” Vinyl asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“I had been busy with rehearsals and concerts,” Octavia said in a defeated tone.

“Doesn’t really surprise me,” Vinyl replied matter-of-factly.

“Not that it would have been much use since she was already with you long before they broke up.” Octavia frowned and stared at Vinyl angrily.

“Jealous?” Vinyl asked with a chuckle.

“Why would you think that?” Octavia asked a bit too quickly to sound nonchalant about it.

“I don’t know.” Vinyl shrugged with a smirk. “Anyway, back to what we were saying. If you had come to see her directly after their break-up, you’d have a chance at getting them back together,” she said calmly. “From a love affair point of view, I came in after that.”

“You lie!” Octavia growled. “I heard her saying you’ve been good to her since the burglary! You’re the reason they broke up!”

“I’m not gonna deny that,” Vinyl admitted. “That burglary was what broke their relationship, and since I’m the one who did it, the blame’s on me.”

Octavia nodded before processing what Vinyl had just said.

“W..WHAT?!” she shouted in disbelief. “What do you mean you’re the one who did it?”

“Glad to see you’re still a bit dense sometimes, Tavi.” Vinyl chuckled. “I’m the burglar who stole from Horzowski three months ago.” she stated a casual smile.

“No, you’re joking!” Octavia laughed nervously. “You simply must be joking. It’s one of your silly jokes. Like the ones you did all the time in high school.” Vinyl simply tilted her head on right, still smiling. “Oh, my god! You’re not joking, are you?” Octavia asked with dread.

“No, I’m not!” Vinyl replied before turning her back to Octavia to prepare her cup of coffee.

“Why are you telling me that?”

“Because I don’t want you to blame anything on Beatrice,” Vinyl explained in a caring tone while giving Octavia her coffee. “She never cheated on that bastard of pianist.” she growled angrily.

“Frederick is a nice guy!” Octavia defended her friend.

“Yeah, because a nice guy destroys his ex’s career after breaking her heart?” Vinyl asked snappily.

“What do you mean by that?” Octavia asked in confusion. “Beatrice quit the orchestra on her own!”

“Oh my gosh! Are you that naive, Tavi?!” Vinyl pinched the skin right between her eyes in annoyance. “From what she told me, Bea was one of the best brass instrument players in the the most famous orchestra in New York! WHO in their right mind would quit that willingly at the age of twenty-six?”

“.... No one,” Octavia replied in whisper after a short silence.

“The conductor fired Beatrice because he didn’t want any problems between her and Horzowski!” Vinyl explained angrily. “Since he’s a good friend with that nice guy of pianist, he also slipped a few bad words about her to every other conductor and label in town, making sure she would never get a job again!”

“That’s preposterous!” Octavia shouted in disbelief. “Why would he do that?”

“Because someone asked him to!” Vinyl replied firmly.

Octavia remained silent for a few seconds, letting what Vinyl told her sink in her mind. It pained her to admit it, but what the blue haired woman had said made much more sense than Beatrice quitting the orchestra so suddenly after having worked so hard to get to her place: Beatrice used to be the first stand of the brass section.

“Why didn’t she tell me and the others?” Octavia asked softly. “We could have done something for her!”

“Maybe if you and your pals from the orchestra had been there for her, she might have told you,” Vinyl snapped furiously, making Octavia wince. “But, no! You let her on her own. You’ve abandoned her in the time of her life when she needed you the most!”

Vinyl’s accusation was met with a very deep silence. Octavia sniffed loudly, holding back her ashamed tears.

“You’re not only talking about Beatrice, are you?” she asked softly.

Vinyl clenched her teeth. “It’s not really the first time you’ve abandoned someone who thought you cared about her, and needed you, Octavia!”

Octavia couldn’t stop her tears at Vinyl’s remark. It felt like her heart was pierced by thousands of tiny shards. The accusation was bad enough for her, the fact she couldn’t really deny it only made it worse.

“I’m sorry, Scratchie,” Octavia whispered in a choked sob, using Vinyl’s old nickname. “I’m so sorry.”

“I only had you back then, Tavi,” Vinyl said with a deep sad tone. “When I was falsely accused of cheating for our graduation exams, I lost my scholarship and got kicked back to that lousy orphanage in the Bronx while you simply turned your back on me and forgot about me! I thought you loved me, but in the end you just abandoned me!” she snapped.

“You’re wrong!”

“What?” Vinyl asked, not certain of what she had just heard.

“You’re wrong!” Octavia repeated with eyes full of tears. She swallowed her spit uneasily. “I didn’t believe you cheated on your exams. Sure, you weren’t the calmest student in the school, but you were one of the brightest. I knew you had no need to cheat! My parents were visiting on the day I found out, remember?” Octavia asked.

“Yeah,” Vinyl said with a curt nod. “I didn’t like your parents that much,”

“That’s an understatement,” Octavia managed to chuckle. “They didn’t really like you either. That’s why I usually spent the day away from you whenever they visited.”

“That was the deal you and I made after their first visit,” Vinyl nodded.

“When I got back to the dorm that day,” Octavia told in a shaking tone. “I found all your side of the room empty, and a monitor who told me and my parents you had been kicked out for having cheated. I immediately wanted to call you, but my mother took my phone away,” she explained sadly. “She and Dad were rather excited about your dismissal, and eager to make sure I couldn’t contact you by changing my sim card and deleting your number before giving me my phone back.”

“Doesn’t surprise me that much,” Vinyl muttered.

“As soon as I could, I took a place of my own,” Octavia continued, as if uninterrupted. “When I was out of their ‘influence zone’, I tried to look for you, but the orphanage care taker said you left on your eighteenth birthday without saying where you went.” Octavia wiped her tears away and locked her eyes on Vinyl’s. “I didn’t forget you, Scratchie. I know it looked like it, but I didn’t!” she stood up and walked in front of Vinyl.

“How can I be sure of that?” Vinyl asked in a low tone, her ruby red eyes on the brink of tears.

“Hold on,” Octavia whispered before taking something from her inside pocket. “You forgot this in the dorm,” she softly said as she extend a thin, black glasses case.

Vinyl opened the case, revealing a pair of deep purple shades and a strip from a photo booth. She observed the three photos from the strip, seeing on each of them younger versions of herself and Octavia. On the first one, they were making faces at the camera. Well, Vinyl was while Octavia was laughing at the funny face on the blue haired. The second photo showed the two girls hugging each other, both smiling brightly. The last one showed the pair kissing, a growing blush on both their faces.

“You kept those for all these years?” Octavia nodded. “Why?” she asked in a trembling voice.

“Vinyl, you were my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first….You know?” she asked with a small blush. “I loved you so much……. and I never stopped,” she added before slowly leaning her head toward Vinyl’s.

Vinyl’s eyes focused on the lips of the black haired cellist coming closer to her own. At each millimeter they travelled, Vinyl felt her longing for them grow stronger. She was too shocked by Octavia’s revelations to move a muscle. She hadn’t wanted to believe her at first, but the cellist sounded sincere, and the fact she had kept her old pair of lucky shades spoke for itself.

Octavia’s lips stopped only a millimeter away from Vinyl’s. The pair both felt each other’s breath tickling their respective mouth. Octavia gazed into her first love’s eyes, shivering in pleasure as she saw the red fire of passion Vinyl used to have in them whenever they kissed in the past.

“Hum-hum!” Beatrice cleared her throat loudly.

UUURGHH! I was so close!!! Octavia thought angrily as she and Vinyl took a quick step away from each other.

OH BOY! She still lights me up hotter than a flamethrower does a sheet of paper! Vinyl thought lustfully. RAAA! I just spent the last eight years trying to completely forget you, and in five minutes you make me want to kiss you like there’s no tomorrow! STUPID, INCREDIBLY SEXY TAVI!

“What were you doing?” Beatrice asked angrily as she confronted Octavia. “You dare come in my home uninvited, accuse me of having cheated on Frederick, then you try to force MY girlfriend to cheat on ME?”

“I apologize for the first two, but for the third, I’m simply taking back what was supposed to be MINE since the very beginning!” Octavia shouted firmly,

Octavia didn’t back down in front of Beatrice. She had already lost Vinyl for eight years, God forbid she’d spend a single minute more apart from her one true love.

“You think I’m going to let you?” Beatrice asked angrily. “My life has never been better since she came into it! Yes, because of her I lost Frederick forever, but she largely overcompensates for him!”

“Awww!” Vinyl let out with an affectionate sigh, causing Beatrice to smirk and Octavia to frown. Me and my big mouth! Vinyl, you moron! she thought afterwards, mentally kicking herself.

“I know she does!” Octavia retorted. “Why do you think I always rejected the dates you and all the others arranged for me?”

“Because, you were just too much of a prude to get laid, maybe?” Beatrice asked back with a cold smirk.

“You wish,” Vinyl snorted a short laugh. “I still have some scars on my shoulder from her love bites,” she explained, earning a big smile and a wink from Octavia while Beatrice gasped at the detail about her cellist friend. Well, at least the statu quo is restored, now just shut up, Vinyl!

The argument between the brunette and the black haired kept going for a good ten minutes, each using more and more far-fetched reason as for who should have Vinyl and who should be left out, leaving the concerned party to her thoughts about the two bickering women.

Octavia had been Vinyl’s first love, and as much as she had tried it during the eight years of their separation she never really got over her. Much like Octavia, she had kept a memento of the black haired cellist: a small pink bow tie she had snatched in Octavia’s cupboard when she packed her stuff from her dorm. She didn’t carry it around only because she didn’t want to risk losing it in one of her jobs. She still loved Octavia very deeply, and she found her sexier than her memories, in which she appeared as the most sexy girl on the planet.

Time sure did a good job on her bust! Vinyl commented lustfully, her eyes having found their way to Octavia’s well endowed breasts, still clearly noticeable despite her formal, black suit. She was hot back when she had her A cup, now she’s a fucking volcano with those big Cs… Or are they Ds?

But Beatrice was the only one who had managed to make her forget Octavia, even if it never lasted a very long time. She was sweet, nice… Well, maybe not at the moment, but usually she was very nice. Vinyl had understood her pain of being left out by others, and that was what brought them together. Plus she had a little something that made Vinyl crazy.

Oh, god! Look at her ass! Vinyl refrained herself from biting her lip at the sight of the brunette’s rear, which was greatly put at its advantage with its owner’s tight dress. I’ll be damned if that’s not the most perfect butt on the planet.

Damn, why is it so hard to pick one?! I love them both too much to pick one and hurting the other, and I can’t even be a damn shallow jerk by picking the pretty one over the ugly one! There is NO ugly one! They’re both to die for! What does someone in my situation do to get out of there? Vinyl asked in her head. Wait a minute… Of course!

“That’s it!” Octavia shouted in annoyance. “This is getting us nowhere!” she turned her head to Vinyl. “You will end this affair. Vinyl, her or me, decide!” she ordered to the blue haired girl.

“That’s probably the only thing to do!” Beatrice agreed with Octavia for the first time this afternoon.

“Huh, you want me to choose between one of you two?” Vinyl asked. The two other women nodded. “Ok, I chose answer T!”

“Answer T?” Beatrice and Octavia both cocked an eyebrow.

“The answer of the Thief!” Vinyl explained with pride.

“Huh?” the other women let out in confusion.

“In short, I keep the two of you!” Vinyl clarified with a roll of her eyes.

“WHAT?” the two concerned parties both shouted in indignation.

“That’s not how things work, Vinyl!” Octavia shouted, small anger tears rolling out of her eyes.

“You can’t have the two of us!” Beatrice agreed.

“Oh, Bea, you did not just say that to me,” Vinyl replied sternly. “Tavi doesn’t know that much about that part of me, but you do. I’m a thief, a burglar, a housebreaker! I don’t listen to people telling me what I can or can’t have!”

Vinyl walked in front of the two women, an unusual fire in her eyes. Beatrice and Octavia’s breathing quickened when those ruby colored orbs fell on them. They had seen the lustful glint of Vinyl’s eyes in the past, but that was way more intense. They both saw a pure, primal wave of desire, and it made both their heartbeats go crazy.

“You two are too important for me!” Vinyl explained firmly. “I want both of you! And, being the good thief I am, I’m simply going to take what I want right now!”

**********

“Oh…. God...Yes, yes… More, Vinyl! Please, more!” Octavia begged lustfully, leaning on her hands over Beatrice’s bed while Vinyl was slowly caressing her soaked lower lips with her right hand.

“I don’t know, Tavi,” Vinyl purred in the cellist’s ear. “I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

“Co...Come..on, Vinyl,” Beatrice tried to call through heavy pants from the two feet that separated her from the cellist as she was in the same position as Octavia, only with Vinyl’s left hand caressing her crotch. “She waited for you for eight….OH GOD!” she yelled suddenly in pleasure when Vinyl’s forefinger swiftly went inside her.

“Do not interrupt me, Sleeping Beauty,” Vinyl chuckled sensually. “I know what I’m doing!” she added before doing the same to Octavia, earning a loud scream of pleasure from the cellist.

Octavia hadn’t resisted the pure desire that emanated from her first love’s voice earlier. She had grabbed Vinyl’s neck and pulled her in for the most passionate kiss she remembered having in her life. It had felt so good, so hot, and the fact Beatrice kept watching them in silence only excited her more.

As soon as Octavia had let go of Vinyl’s lips, Beatrice had leaned in to capture them with her own. The thief didn’t mind the sudden change of lips and simply returned the kiss with gusto while Octavia was biting her lips while eagerly waiting for her turn. A few minutes before, she would have been angry at the sight of her love kissing another woman, but at that moment, it was just really arousing.

After ending her kiss with the brunette, Vinyl lead the two women into Beatrice’s bedroom. Once they were inside, the two musicians silently agreed on taking turns between kissing their thief, and undressing the trio. Beatrice had been the quickest to undress as she was only wearing her dress over her underwear, as opposed to Octavia who had come after her rehearsal and was still wearing her full orchestra uniform.

Once her two lovers were naked in front of her, Vinyl asked them to bend over the bed, next to each other. The two of them happily complied before they started to moan softly under the synchronized caresses of the blue-haired woman, only to moan louder when she got to their respective crotch.

“So, how is that?” Vinyl asked teasingly a few minutes after having introduced a second finger into each of the two women she was taking care of.

“It...It’s fantastic,” Beatrice managed to say before her arms gave up and she landed head first on the mattress.

“Just like a dream come true,” Octavia moaned in pleasure as Vinyl quickened the pace of her to and fro movements. “Well, except for Beatrice’s presence,” She cast a smug smile at the brunette.

“F..Fuc..Fuck you, Oct...Octavia!” Beatrice tried to glare at the cellist, before she buried her head in the covers to muffle her pleased scream as she felt Vinyl tickling her clit with her little finger.

“V..Vinyl’s here for that,” Octavia commented with a short chuckle which transformed into a high-pitched shout of pleasure when Vinyl nibbled her earlobe. “OH GOD!”

“Good to see your ear is still as sensitive as before, Tavi,” Vinyl whispered with a horny grin.

Octavia turned her head to face Vinyl’s. “Just wait until I get to work on you,” she threatened sultrily before planting a soft kiss on Vinyl’s lips.

“What a good idea.” Vinyl gave back a short kiss to the cellist, before slowly extirpating her fingers from Octavia’s soaked nether regions, smiling at the cute moans she let out at that. “Besides, I think Sleeping Beauty needs a break,” she commented playfully as she freed her other hand from Beatrice’s dripping flower.

“Just gimme a second,” Beatrice grunted as she struggled to get up from the bed. “I really need to get back to my sousaphone. Playing it really replaces a session at the gym,” she added for herself.

“Who tastes better?” Octavia asked as she watched intensively Vinyl sensually licking her fingers clean from her and Beatrice’s juices.

“Why don’t you tell me yourself?” Vinyl asked with a sly smirk, extending her hands to the cellist.

Octavia licked her lips hungrily before nearly diving on the dripping appendages. She delicately brought Vinyl’s right middle finger to her mouth, and slowly and purposefully giving it a lick from bottom to top. Her purple eyes staring lustfully at Vinyl’s as she repeated the process until the finger was spotless.

Before she could swallow, her mouth was assaulted by Vinyl’s tongue. The cellist replied in kind by sharing what she had just tasted with the pink invader that was duelling with her own tongue.

After breaking the kiss, both Octavia and Vinyl swallowed the mix of spit and woman juice they had in their mouths. Octavia brought her love’s left hand to her mouth and did to its middle finger what she had done to the other while Beatrice, having finally stood up from the bed, went to keep Vinyl’s busy with a long, passionate make out session.

“So, what’s the verdict?” Vinyl asked Octavia who had just finished her tasting duty while Beatrice was softly kissing her neck and collarbone.

“I taste like grapefruit,” Octavia commented as she stood up. “She tastes like tangerine,” she added with a nod to the brunette before snuggling the unoccupied side of Vinyl’s neck.

“Remind me to buy some,” Vinyl replied with difficulty as her two lovers slowly licked the sensitive spots on her neck.

“Tangerines or grapefruits?” Beatrice asked before nibbling Vinyl’s collar bone.

“An..Answer T,” Vinyl managed a chuckle in between her pleasured moans.

“You plan on stealing fruits?” Octavia asked casually as she kissed a particular spot between her lover’s jaw and neck that made Vinyl jump.

“I meant it both! Besi..Besides, I-I burglar, I don’t shoplift!” Vinyl pointed out through heavy pants.

“Why?” Octavia asked, interrupting her kisses and Beatrice’s. “Why do you even do that?” she asked with worry.

“I’ve been wondering that myself,” Beatrice whispered in a caring tone.

“Do you want to talk about that NOW?” Vinyl asked in annoyance.

“Yes!” the two musicians replied in firm unison.

“Oh Damn..… Tomorrow! Tomorrow at breakfast, I’ll tell you two everything I can tell you, ok?”

“What’s wrong with now?” Beatrice suggested, Octavia simply nodded.

“I said tomorrow!” Vinyl growled in anger.

“And, we said nOOOOOOH GOD!” Octavia began before screaming of pleasure as Vinyl pressed her thumb on her clit.

“OH JESUS!” Beatrice pleaded, leaning her head on Vinyl’s shoulder as she was being subjected to the same punishment as Octavia.

“Both of you can call me Vinyl!” Vinyl said sternly. “Now shall we talk or shall we have hot, and very satisfying threeway sex?” she asked firmly, drawing a circle with her thumbs on each of her lovers’ sensitive spot. They mumbled their answers, but Vinyl didn’t hear them. “LOUDER!” she asked, pressing more intensively.

“SEX! DEFINITELY SEX!” Beatrice bellowed as loudly as she could.

“WHAT SHE SAID!” Octavia pleaded before clinging onto Vinyl’s neck. “NOW, PLEASE!”

“Good girls,” Vinyl whispered with triumphant smirk before pulling her thumbs away.

Octavia and Beatrice took a few seconds to gather themselves before they lunged at Vinyl in unison. The sudden onslaught made Vinyl fall on the ground. Before she could even blink, Beatrice had straddled her belly and started to rub her soaking flower on her abs before kissing her passionately.

Where.. Where is TaviAAAAAAH! FOUND HER! Vinyl managed to think during the mind blowing kiss the brunette was giving her and while Octavia had started to kiss passionately her other set of lips, which had been left unattended since they reached the bedroom.

Vinyl brought her right hand between Beatrice’s thighs and forced four fingers inside her wet slit. The brunette broke the kiss to gasp in shock at the sudden penetration.

“I’m not done yet!” Beatrice said with difficulties.

“Of course you aren’t,” Vinyl replied sultrily. “I haven’t started yet.”

Vinyl leaned forward to plant a small kiss right on top of Beatrice’s rock hard, left nipple, while cupping her right breast with her free hand. When Vinyl started to simultaneously lick her nipple, massage her breast and moving her hand up and down Beatrice’s pussy while slowly wiggling her fingers inside, Beatrice’s shouts of pleasure became so loud and long that one could have thought she was an opera singer instead of a musician.

In the meantime, Octavia was happily lapping the sweet nectar that came out of Vinyl’s lower lips. At some point, she pressed her mouth on her lover’s flower and shoved her tongue deep inside with a long, pleased ‘hmmm’ sound. A sound that Vinyl managed to hear despite Beatrice’s shouts.

“Do I taste that good, Tavi?” Vinyl asked after letting go of the brunette’s nipple she had been sucking on for a few seconds.

Octavia pulled her head back and licked her lips sensually before answering. “You remember how good I think strawberry ice cream taste like?”

“I remember you saying it was the most delicious thing in the world,” Vinyl replied.

“Your taste pushed it back to the hundredth place in the ranking, and took the ninety-nine upper slots,” Octavia said with a wink.

“Cool! Can I taste it?” Vinyl asked eagerly.

“No! I keep it all for myself!”

“You’re one greedy woman!” Vinyl chuckled playfully.

“Says the thief!” Octavia rolled her eyes before diving her head between Vinyl’s thighs.

Vinyl threw her head back with a loud gasp when Octavia started to suck on her clit, earning another, louder gasp when she slightly pressed her teeth on it. Sadly, that had caused Vinyl to stop her actions on Beatrice’s body.

“Vinyl… Please, don’t stop... I was nearly there!” Beatrice begged in a very labored breath.

“Sorry, Sleeping Beauty,” Vinyl said a bit out of breath. “I had forgotten that Tavi was a teeth-y person!” she explained before re-starting to move her right hand up and down. “Come here,” she added pulling Beatrice in a soft, purely affectionate kiss.

Vinyl felt Beatrice’s walls tightened around her fingers when they started to kiss, and she knew it was time to take care of Beatrice. With her thumb, she started to delicately massage her clit in slow circular moves. Beatrice moaned into Vinyl’s mouth, extremely pleased by what she was doing to her.

The blue-haired quickened the pace of her massage, feeling the brunette’s entire body shiver in excitement. Vinyl shoved her tongue inside Beatrice’s mouth, completely dominating it while the brunette’s moans were becoming longer and louder.

“I...I...I’m about to…” Beatrice whimpered loudly after breaking the kiss.

“Tavi...Take a step back,” Vinyl advised softly, gently, but very reluctantly pushing the cellist away from her crotch with her leg.

“Why?” Octavia whined in disappointment.

“Sleeping Beauty here squirts!” Vinyl stated matter-of-factly. “A LOT!”

Vinyl suddenly stopped her massage on Beatrice’s clit and thrusted her fingers deep inside the brunette’s vagina, crooking them when she couldn’t reach further. Beatrice let out a deafening scream of pleasure when Vinyl made her come like she never came before. Her orgasm flowed on Vinyl’s belly, and on her bedroom’s floor.

“Wow,” Octavia let out in amazement as Beatrice nearly collapsed on top of Vinyl. “You weren’t kidding when you said a lot,” she commented at the sight of the growing puddle on the floor.

“You enjoyed it, my Sleeping Beauty?” Vinyl asked softly before standing back up and carrying the exhausted brunette in her arms.

“You really need to stop asking questions you know the answer,” Beatrice chuckled a bit out of breath as Vinyl put her on her bed. “I’m gonna rest for a few minutes, ok?”

“That’s good! I’m gonna get a quick shower,” Vinyl said as she pointed at her abs glistening with Beatrice’s juices after kissing Beatrice’s forehead. “To get cleaned up a bit.”

“And what about me?” Octavia asked angrily.

“Well, my retort to you would be: ”Why aren’t you in the bathroom already?”” Vinyl asked with a cocked eyebrow, pointing at the bathroom’s door. “I don’t plan on showering alone!”

“Oh!” Octavia let out in surprise. “I’m gonna put the water to a decent temperature then!” she added sheepishly before darting to the bathroom.

“Was she that dense when you were young?” Beatrice asked with a yawn.

“You be nice, or I won’t play you for a long time!” Vinyl threatened playfully, as she took a small box from the nightstand.

“You’ll get bored before me!” Beatrice replied in a tired chuckle.

“Don’t be too certain of that!” Vinyl went to the bathroom’s door. “I have eight years of birthday, anniversary, holiday, and casual sex sessions to catch up with Tavi!” she added before passing the threshold.

“Damn, I forgot about that!” Beatrice whispered as Vinyl closed the door behind her.

**********

After a very quick shower to get her lover all cleaned up from Beatrice’s orgasm, Octavia had pinned Vinyl against the wall, and kissed her passionately under the jet of the rain shower.

“I missed you so much, Scratchie,” Octavia whispered amorously between two kisses.

“Missed you too, Tavi,” Vinyl replied in a similar tone. “Now, could you please let go of my hands, so that I can touch you?” she waved her hands while her wrists were pinned against the wall.

“I don’t think so.” Octavia smirked before nibbling Vinyl’s collar bone, right next to a small, circular scar. “Is that from …”

“Yeah, it’s the scar from our first time,” Vinyl whispered with nostalgia. “You couldn’t keep quiet, so I told you to bite on something to not let the monitor hear us when he passed in front of our dorm.” She chuckled softly. “Never thought you’d bite me!”

“Well, if you hadn’t tossed the covers, and our PJs away, I would have bitten on one of them,” Octavia said, blushing in embarrassment.

“Did you have to bite me so hard? You bit me to the bone, Tavi!” Vinyl remarked playfully.

“You’re exaggerating! You were just a skinny nerd at that time!” Octavia reminded with a smile. “You had nothing of all the muscles you’re showing right now!” she purred while glancing at her lover’s perfectly shaped body muscles.

“Thanks for reminding me of their presence!” Vinyl chuckled before pushing against Octavia’s grip, quickly turning the table around, and pinning the cellist on the bottom of the bathtub. “The nerd finally surpassed the athlete you were in high school, Tavi!” she added playfully when she straddled Octavia.

“What will you do with your newly acquired advantage, my dear formerly-nerdy lover?” Octavia asked.

“Make love to you, ex-captain of the track team,” Vinyl replied with affection.

“Why haven’t you started already?” Octavia asked with a longing sigh.

Vinyl answered her by pressing her lips on Octavia’s, bringing her hands on the cellist’s cheeks. Octavia parted her lips to lick Vinyl’s, which opened to let their tongues meet each other. Her hands made their way until they grope Vinyl’s buttcheeks, before stroking them softly.

Octavia sighed blissfully as her lover decided to kiss her way down her neck and collarbone. Vinyl sat up straight to gaze fondly at her cellist’s upper body. Seeing Octavia under the shower jet, her long hair sprayed on the bathtub’s bottom, and her endowed chest glistening because of the water was extremely exciting.

“You like them?” Octavia asked slowly as she noticed Vinyl staring at her breasts.

“As much as any other square inch of your body, Tavi,” Vinyl assured with a nod.

“Thank god, I was afraid you liked small chests.” Octavia sighed in relief. “HMMM!” she moaned when Vinyl cupped her left breast in her hand.

“What size are those?” Vinyl asked with curiosity, squeezing Octavia’s mound, thus making her moan louder. “Can’t hold it in my hand!”

“Blame your small hands!” Octavia managed to retort before Vinyl started to massage her other breast.

“My hands are standard sized, Tavi. Those things are just big!” Vinyl chuckled before pinching one of Octavia’s nipple. “Now, answer me please.”

“....N...Nine..Ninety-n-Nine… D!” Octavia answered in between pleasured groans. “Oh, my god! That’s so good!”

“I told you to call me Vinyl already, Tavi,” Vinyl said playfully.

“Yo..You’re no god, Scratchie!” Octavia assured. “I’m pretty sure that no god ever pleased a woman like you’re pleasing me right now,” she added with a mad blush.

“The greek ones probably wouldn’t agree with you, Tavi.” Vinyl smiled before kissing Octavia again.

She kissed back with gusto as her blue-haired more than god-like lover massaged her chest, drawing circles with her thumbs on her rock hard nipples. She nearly screamed when Vinyl took them between her forefingers and thumbs.

“..Suck on them!” Octavia demanded, loudly panting. “Suck on my nipples, Scratchie!”

“With great pleasure!” Vinyl nodded before doing as Octavia demanded.

Vinyl took the cellist’s left nipple in her mouth and started to suck on it firmly while tickling it with her tongue at the same time. Octavia went wild at her lover’s touch. She had craved for it during eight years, and it was clearly worth the wait. Vinyl internally smiled at the shouts of her own name that came from Octavia’s mouth, before she felt something entering in hers.

In surprise, she pulled her head back, much to Octavia’s disappointment, but the cellist had to catch her breath before even thinking about her protests. Vinyl blinked when she saw small drops of a yellowish white liquid coming from Octavia’s nipple.

“Tavi,” she called softly. “Is that milk?” she asked in a shocked tone.

“Huh?” Octavia looked at her breast, noticing what was coming out her nipple. “Yes, it is,” she replied simply.

“Doesn’t that mean you’re…”

“No, I’m not pregnant, Scratchie!” Octavia softly chuckled. “You’re the only person in the world that has ever touched me,” she explained with a small blush.

“Then, how come you’re milking?” Vinyl asked, her eyes locked on the liquid coming out of her lover’s breast with a great interest.

“Milking is what you do to cows, Vinyl!” Octavia specified in a slightly angry tone. “The term for me is that I’m lactating!”

“Sure, why not?” Vinyl muttered, a bit hypnotized by Octavia’s lactation. “Now, can you tell me why?”

“It happens when I get...well, really aroused,” Octavia explained sheepishly.

“So, when you’re horny, you produce milk?” Vinyl asked slowly. Octavia nodded. “Huh! Well, I’m not gonna complain!” she shrugged before taking the lactating nipple in her mouth.

Octavia sure didn’t complain as well. Vinyl was sucking on her nipple with a brand new fervor that made her arousal reached a new peak. She let go of her lover’s butt to bring her two hands to her aching vagina, and started to play with herself.

“Does it taste good?” She asked in a whimper after Vinyl had spent some time sucking her milk out of her.

Vinyl let go of Octavia’s nipple with a small pop. “A bit sour, but really tasty! Not the kind of milk I’d put in my morning cereals, but perfect for a cup of milk before bedtime!” she cast a meaningful glance at Octavia.

“I’m not going to breastfeed you before bed, Vinyl!” Octavia glared at her lover.

“Aww!” Vinyl let out with a disappointed sigh. “Even if we bottle it up?” Octavia’s glare intensified. “Fine! But, can I at least drink it when we’re having sex?”

“Well, obviously!” Octavia rolled her eyes at the stupidity of the question. “Now, get back to it!”

“WOHOOO!” Vinyl shouted in excitement before getting back to her drink.

While Vinyl was enjoying her drink, she slipped her hand down Octavia’s navel, slowly reaching between her thighs before chasing the cellist’s hands to pleasure her dripping sex herself. Octavia closed her eyes with a blissful smile, enjoying the touch of her Vinyl’s touch. They were so caught up with each other that they didn’t hear the shower curtains being pulled open.

“Well, for a couple who has eight years of sex to catch up, you guys are slow!” Beatrice commented with a chuckle as she glanced at the two women on her bathtub’s bottom.

“I thought you said you were going to rest!” Octavia growled while Vinyl was working her magic touch on her uninterrupted

“That was thirty minutes ago,” Beatrice replied with a shrug.

“Well, since you know we’re catching up,” Octavia pointed at the door. “Fuck off!” Vinyl suddenly bit on her nipple. “GYAAAH!” she shouted in ecstasy.

“Mind your language, Tavi,” Vinyl warned in a muffled voice as Octavia’s nipple was still in her mouth. “Or else, you’re gonna get it!”

“Bitch! Slut! Whore! Fuck! Asshole! Jerk!” Octavia shouted various other insanities. “Now, give it to me!”

“Clearly not my best threat,” Vinyl muttered before fervently biting Octavia’s nipple, making her holler in pleasure.

“Wow, I didn’t even know she knew that many curse words,” Beatrice commented in amazement before stepping inside the bathtub, sitting behind the entangled couple.

“Well, it’s time to take it to the next level!” Vinyl said as she let go of Octavia’s nipple, leaving the cellist to catch her breath with heavy pants. “Could you pass me what’s in the box?” she asked Beatrice who didn’t move. “Pretty please?”

“Because you said please.” Beatrice winked before giving Vinyl a short kiss on the lips and turned around to grab the box Vinyl had taken in her nightstand.

“W..What’s in that box?” Octavia asked with labored breaths, while Vinyl slowly stood up and helped her up as well.

“Well, you said earlier that I was here to fuck you,” Vinyl explained, planting a soft kiss on Octavia’s temple. “What’s in the box will allow me to do it in a more literal sense.”

Octavia’s eyes widened when she saw Beatrice pulling a long sextoy attached to a strapon out of the small box. She gazed at the ten inches of blue plastic that Vinyl was about to shove inside her, licking her lips in anticipation.

“I can’t wait!” Octavia purred sensually to Vinyl’s ear.

“Me neither,” Vinyl replied and locked lips with Octavia.

“....” Beatrice blinked with the blue strapon in her hand before cocking an eyebrow at the sight of Octavia passing her legs around Vinyl’s thighs, and rubbing her crotch against Vinyl’s. “Geez, can’t you at least wait for her to put it on?”

“Beatrice,” Octavia called in a passion filled tone as Vinyl was nibbling her earlobe. “I’ll take you kindly to keep that kind of remark for yourself,” she tried to glare at the brunette, but her flushed cheeks and her steamy eyes made it impossible. “Now, be a dear and put that thing on Vinyl!”

“Do I look like a squire to you?” Beatrice growled, cocking her eyebrow higher.

“...Please?” Octavia added in a begging tone as Vinyl started to suck on a particularly sensitive spot of her neck.

Beatrice sighed. “Fine,” she said with a roll of her eyes before kneeling down next to Vinyl’s legs. “Just refrain from humping for a few seconds,” she demanded slowly while putting the strapon in place.

“Thank you,” Octavia whispered before doing as Beatrice instructed.

“You’re welcome,”

“Aww, aren’t you two just precious?” Vinyl let out a mocking laugh, earning a sharp bite on her shoulder from Octavia, and Beatrice pulling the straps a bit too tight for her. “Point taken! No more mockery!” she pleaded in very aroused, but clearly painful wince.

Both the women released her from their respective punishment. Beatrice finished putting the strapon in place before signaling to Vinyl it was ready by a small slap on her buttcheek, earning a cocked eyerbow from the blue-haired woman.

“What? You do that to me all the time!” Beatrice frowned.

Vinyl shrugged before focusing her attention on Octavia. She grabbed the cellist’s buttocks and lifted her so that she can rest her back against the shower wall. Octavia would have winced at the cold tiles of the walls if her entire body wasn’t burning because of the woman in front of her. Her vagina was just above the tip of the blue sextoy, she couldn’t stop trembling from excitement.

“I love you, Vinyl,” Octavia whispered with affection, locking her purples eyes on her lover’s red ones.

“I love you too, Tavi,” Vinyl nuzzled her dark haired lover’s cheek. “Let me just show you how much,” she added before slowly making Octavia’s body going down on her artificial shaft.

“Awwww!” Beatrice moaned with a small tear in her eye. “You guys are just so cute!”

Octavia would have retorted something to Beatrice, if not for the tip of the plastic manhood imitation poking her soaked folds. Vinyl, smirking at the cute sounds that came from Octavia, teased her by slowly making the toy go up and down with soft movements of her pelvis.

“Vinyl, stop teasing her!” Beatrice reproached.

“It’s ok, Bea..” Octavia managed to say between her moans. “I..I liked it ...a lot when she teased… in the past!” she explained, grunting every two or three words. “A...Anyway, than...Thanks fo..for your co..con….concern!”

“And to think you were both ready to strangle each other not two hours ago,” Vinyl smiled brightly, turning her head to kiss Beatrice’s cheek before kissing Octavia’s. “She’s right though, Tavi. It’s not time to tease anymore!”

She brought Octavia downer, slowly filling her up with the toy. Octavia wrapped her legs and arms around Vinyl with a very high-pitched moan before biting her lover’s shoulder to muffle her screams. Vinyl, unfazed by Octavia’s reaction, slowly pulled the shaft out before firmly shoving back inside.

With the coordinated actions of her pelvis and her arms who lifted respectively the sextoy and Octavia up and down, Vinyl quickly found a good rhythm to pleasure the cellist, who kept moaning in Vinyl’s shoulder.

“Tavi, you don’t have to bite me,” Vinyl said softly, slightly panting at the efforts she was giving. “No one will bother us this time, so please, let me hear you sing,” she demanded with a soft kiss on Octavia’s cheek.

Octavia slowly let go of Vinyl’s shoulder, letting Vinyl and Beatrice, who was vigorously rubbing her own vagina at the sight of Vinyl thrusting the toy deep inside her cellist friend, hear her loud moans of pleasure. Vinyl smiled happily when she heard Octavia’s beautiful voice filling the whole bathroom, even covering the sounds of the water running on the three women.

She took a few steps away from the wall, and managed to turn Octavia around while still keeping her impaled on the plastic shaft. She pushed Octavia’s back softly so that the cellist would bend over, leaning her hands against the wall. She grabbed Octavia’s thighs and started to pump into her more violently, making her screams of pleasure crescendo.

Two small hands wrapped around her waist, before Vinyl felt Beatrice pressing her whole body against her. She looked back at the brunette who caught her lips in a very long kiss. Octavia looked back because Beatrice’s kiss had caused a small disturbance in Vinyl’s rhythm, feeling a hint of jealousy at the sight of Vinyl kissing Beatrice. She leaned her back against Vinyl’s chest, her right foot leaning on the bathtub’s edge before passing her arm under Vinyl’s chin to bring her face to her.

The sudden move had broken Vinyl’s rhythm completely, so Octavia started to go up and down herself before looking back at Vinyl to kiss her much like the blue-haired had done with the brunette not even a minute ago.

Beatrice pouted, but decided to give Octavia the right to kiss Vinyl while she was fucking her with a strapon. Had their roles been reversed, she’d have done the same as the cellist. She leaned on Vinyl’s neck to peck, and lick it sensually, feeling her shivering in pleasure. Beatrice traced her hands down Vinyl’s body to reach for the sides of the strapon’s panties.

Once there, she slipped her fingers under the fabric and started to caress Vinyl’s sex. The brunette’s gesture caused Vinyl to moan loudly in Octavia’s mouth. She broke the kiss with her eyes closed, greeting her teeth to hold back her moans. Octavia stopped what she was doing to look past Vinyl’s head, locking her eyes on the the other set of purple ones.

“What are you doing?” Octavia asked in a whisper, more by curiosity than anything else.

“Playing her,” Beatrice replied in a quiet chuckle.

“Oh, okay,” Octavia chuckled back before leaning on her foot to lift her body up to start her pounding again.

“Except, it’s not okay,” Vinyl muttered slowly.

“Huh?” Octavia let out in confusion.

“You don’t like it?” Beatrice asked softly.

“It’s not that,” Vinyl said softly, taking Beatrice’s hands away from her nether regions. “I love it!” she added with sincerity, pecking the brunette’s right hand.

“What’s the matter then?” Octavia asked with worry.

“The matter is that now is supposed to be about you!” Vinyl said firmly, letting go Beatrice’s hands to rest hers on Octavia’s thighs. “Bea, play me all you want, but not down there,” she demanded softly. “I have something to finish first!”

She suddenly pushed Octavia’s thighs down, burying all the toy’s length inside her, causing her to bellow much louder than before, startling Beatrice in the process. Octavia slightly fell forward, pressing her voluminous chest against the wall while gaping in shock.

“....again..” she moaned unintelligibly.

“What?” Vinyl grinned, as she pulled nearly the shaft out of Octavia.

“A-a-again! HARDER!” Octavia ordered, her voice trembling with lust and desire.

Vinyl complied and slammed her pelvis against Octavia’s butt, earning another shriek of pleasure from the cellist. Vinyl didn’t try to get back to her previous rhythm, she simply fucked Octavia as hardly as she could, only to hear the cellist begging for more. Beatrice didn’t do anything but staring at Octavia being taken hard by Vinyl’s fake manhood, slightly drooling at how violent the two were. Had Vinyl taken her like that, Beatrice would have come right after the second stroke. She couldn’t help but to admire Octavia’s resistance.

“I-...I’m gonna …” Octavia moaned after a few minutes, she tried to look back at Vinyl who hadn’t stopped her vigorous pounding. “I-I..I AAH ..I want to OOOOH... see you...OH MY GOD!...when I...!” she begged between her pleasured screams.

Vinyl silenced her by pulling her off the wall and pinched both her nipples, out of which a pretty constant and large quantity of milk was flowing. The effect was instantaneous. Octavia’s yell was so loud that Beatrice had to cover her ears, while wondering how Vinyl could stand having her head so close to the shouting without any problem. Beatrice saw a lot of liquids falling from Octavia’s inner thighs while the cellist leaned back on Vinyl, her legs extremely wobbly.

Vinyl slowly tried to undo the straps that kept the toy around her, meeting great amount of difficulty as the cellist was nearly passed out with the blue dildo still deep inside her. Beatrice decided to help the blue-haired woman, trying her best to not get drunk by the smell of Vinyl’s dripping, needy sex mixed with the one of Octavia’s orgasm when she had to undo the straps near the plastic shaft.

Vinyl slowly took a few steps back to sit on the edge of the bathtub, Octavia secured between her arms, and on her lap. While Beatrice turned the water faucet off, Vinyl slowly pulled the dildo out of Octavia’s vagina, earning small moans from her lover who slowly opened her eyes. Octavia searched for Vinyl’s face with her hand before turning around to face her.

“You love me that much, Scratchie?” she asked softly before giving a very chaste peck on Vinyl’s lips.

“I still haven’t really shown how much I love you, my Cellist Princess,” Vinyl replied with an affectionate nuzzle.

“I thought I’d never hear you calling me like that again,” Octavia beamed as she passed her arms around Vinyl’s neck. “To think I used to hate that nickname.”

“Awww, will you guys stop being so damn cute?” Beatrice demanded firmly, small tears in her eyes.

“Are you… crying because Vinyl and I look cute together?” Octavia asked in a surprised tone.

“NO!” Beatrice said firmly in a very unconvincing tone. “You two just tug at my heartstrings a lot, that’s all,” she explained in small pout.

“Aww, come here,” Vinyl said as she tapped her free lap. Beatrice slowly reached the snuggling couple before sitting on Vinyl’s available leg. “OW!” Vinyl winced a bit. “Note to myself, never take the two of you on my lap here!”

“Are you saying we’re FAT?” The two musicians growled in unison.

“No, just that the bathtub edge isn’t the best place to sit on, and it’s hurting my butt!” Vinyl replied with a wince. “Well, that’ll have to do for now.” she turned her head to give a chaste kiss on Beatrice’s lips.

The trio was about to have a serious discussion about their situation when loud banging noises startled them all.

“What’s that?” Octavia asked.

“I think someone is at my door,” Beatrice supposed slowly.

“BLUENOTE! I DON’T CARE THAT THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE DUMPED YOU FOR GOD KNOWS THE REASON, BUT I’LL NOT TOLERATE YOU DROWNING YOUR SORROW BY WATCHING ADULT MOVIES AT FULL VOLUME IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON!” an old woman’s voice shouted angrily.

“Mrs. Newman?” Octavia suggested with a mad, embarrassed blush.

“How did you guess?” Beatrice half heartedly chuckled, her cheeks also red as a fire truck. “Oh, gosh! This is so embarrassing! What am I going to say to her?” she asked pleadingly as Mrs. Newman was hammering her door.

“You? Nothing!” Vinyl assured before making a sign to the girls to stand up. “I’ll go talk to her!” she added before going out of the room.

Octavia tried to go after her, but her legs gave quickly up on her.

“Wowow! You okay?” Beatrice asked as she caught Octavia before she fell on the bathtub’s bottom.

“Fine, just that my legs are still a bit shaky from...Well, you know?” Octavia explained with a sheepish chuckle, her cheeks once again bright red.

“Still don’t know how you held out that long,” Beatrice said with an admirative tone. “I would have passed out long befor….” she interrupted herself as she realized something. “Vinyl just went to talk to my annoying neighbor, right?”

“Yes,” Octavia replied with a confused frown.

“She was still naked when she left the room, right?” Beatrice asked in a fearful tone.

“I think so,” Octavia replied, her tone slowly matching Beatrice’s.

“MY EYES!” Mrs. Newman shouted in a pained voice. “MY EYES!”

“Yeah, that’s what you get when you come bitchin’ at the door despite what’s written,” Vinyl replied with a loud chuckle. “Next time, I’ll ask the hobo to come do the job himself instead of giving me a sample for you to taste!” she added before they heard a door being slammed shut.

“Oh, dear!” the pair of musicians let out fearfully.

Beatrice dashed out of the bathtub with Octavia, before taking a bathrobe for herself and the cellist. Once they had put the robes on, they ran out of the bathroom to get to the front door as soon as possible, finding a naked Vinyl calmly drinking some orange juice from the bottle in the kitchen.

“Orange juice?” Vinyl asked, pointing at the bottle she had been drinking from.

“What did you do to my neighbor?” Beatrice asked in a panicked voice.

“I spilled a glass of hobo’s urine on her face to show that your note isn’t just to be rude,” Vinyl explained.

“YOU WHAT?” Beatrice shouted in disbelief.

“Fake urine right?” Octavia asked with disgust.

“No, real urine,” Vinyl rolled her eyes. “But, of course, fake urine! Where would I have found actual hobo’s urine in Beatrice’s kitchen?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow. “I mixed the end of the apple juice with some vinegar before tossing it at her when I opened the door!”

“What if she calls the police?” Beatrice asked frantically.

“I took the paper note away from the door, we’ll just have to deny it,” Vinyl replied with a shrug. “That’s not the most important,”

“Vinyl, what could possibly be more important?” Octavia asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“That fact that I made the two of you come like hell, and that you’re annoying me with the old bitchy neighbor while I’m standing naked in front of you,” Vinyl replied sharply.

Octavia and Beatrice blinked at what Vinyl had just said. They slowly turned their head to one and another before turning their gazes back to Vinyl. Two bathrobes flew across the room before the blue haired woman was tackled to the ground by the combined action of a naked cellist with really long, black hair, and an also naked sousaphonist with shoulder long brown hair.

“Just so you know, the two of you tackling me to the ground hurts!” Vinyl complained with a wince.

“JUST SHUT UP, AND LET US PLEASE YOU!” the two musicians shouted in a very sultry tone, before leaning their heads on Vinyl’s naked body.

Needless to say, Vinyl didn’t complain about being tackled on the ground at all after that.

**********

When Octavia woke up, she realized a few things. One, it was way much later than the time she usually woke up. Two, she had surely missed the orchestra rehearsal. Three, she wasn’t in her bedroom. Four, she was completely naked. Five, her breasts and her lady parts were sore from all that happened last night, but in a good way. Six, none of the five previous statements mattered to her. All that mattered was the empty spot on the bed between her and a still sleeping Beatrice: the spot where Vinyl had fallen asleep after a really long night of passionate love making a few hours before.

Octavia covered her bare chest with her side of the covers before glancing around. She found her, and Beatrice’s clothes where they had left them after stripping themselves the day before, but no traces of Vinyl’s. It reminded Octavia of the many dreams she had had over the years. Dreams in which she had found Vinyl again, only to wake up alone in her cold bed. She couldn’t stop her tears.

Her soft sobs slowly pulled a very messy Beatrice out of her slumber.

“Octavia?” Beatrice called, rubbing her eyes open. “Octavia, why are you crying?” she asked with worry when she noticed the tears on Octavia’s cheek.

“She..She left!” Octavia sobbed. “She left, and now I’m never gonna see her again!”

“Shhhh!” Beatrice pulled her distraught friend into a reassuring hug. “What are you talking about? Of course, you’ll see her again!”

“How can you know?” Octavia asked desperately.

“Look, it’s not the first time she’s done that,” Beatrice explained softly. “Every time she spent the night here, she was always gone without a note before I woke, but, she always came back!”

“Yeah, she came back for you!” Octavia shouted hysterically. “You didn’t hurt her like I did in the past! You didn’t abandon her when she needed you the most! It’s probably what she thought to punish me! Making me think she’d forgiven me before abandoning me like I deserv…” she was interrupted by a sharp slap on her face.

“Cut that crap out, Octavia!” Beatrice said firmly. “I saw how she was with you yesterday! She would never abandon you now that she found you back. She loves you! It’s so obvious that even a blind man could see it!”

“You..You really mean that?” Octavia asked pleadingly while slowly rubbing her sore cheek.

“Of course, I do!” Beatrice nodded with a soft smile. “Don’t worry so much, I’m sure she…” she noticed something under Vinyl’s pillow. “Hang on.”

Beatrice pulled a small white paper note, recognizing the one she had taped on her door yesterday. She flipped around and saw there was message on the back. She showed it to Octavia.

Good morning, my beauties

I tried to prepare breakfast after waking, but found nothing but healthy food! (Oatmeal, Beatrice, seriously?) I simply went out to get some real breakfast material. Be back as soon as possible.

Vinyl

PS: Love you both my Cellist Princess and Sleeping Beauty

“Aww!” Octavia cooed as she read the post scriptum.

“See, nothing to worry about,” Beatrice said with a smile.

“Sorry to have freaked out earlier,” Octavia said sheepishly. “I had bad dreams about similar situations in the past,” she explained slowly. “Well, they weren’t really bad dreams… it’s just that they were only dreams.” she sniffed softly.

“It’s okay, I understand.” Beatrice nodded.

“Could you not tell her that I cried because she wasn’t there when we woke up?” Octavia asked in a pleading tone.

“I wasn’t going to!” Beatrice assured.

“Huh...Do you have some clothes I can borrow?” Octavia asked sheepishly. “It’s not against you, but I don’t feel really comfortable being naked around you without Vinyl being present,” she explained with a short chuckle.

Beatrice blinked when she realized she was also naked, and that, contrary to Octavia, she wasn’t really covering herself. She quickly wrapped one of the bed sheets around her silhouette with a sheepish grin.

“I see what you mean. Just a second!” Beatrice chuckled before standing up to walk to her chest of drawers. “I can get you some of my PJs, is that ok?” she asked after having open the second drawer.

“It’s perfect!” Octavia nodded.

“Catch!” Beatrice tossed the two pieces of her light purple PJs to Octavia, before grabbing her light blue ones for herself. “Everything’s okay?” she asked after putting her trousers on under her sheet/toga.

“The blouse is a bit too tight, but it’s okay!” Octavia commented as she tried to button up the top of her blouse.

“Too tight? How Come?” Beatrice asked with a frown, turning around to face Octavia after having buttoned her own blouse up. “OH!” she let out when she saw what the problem was. “I get it now!”

“Is this one of your old PJs?” Octavia asked curiously. “That’s why it’s too tight?”

“Not really, it’s a fairly new one.” Beatrice shook her head. “It’s just that I, unlike you, don’t have massive tits to worry about when I pick the size of my wardrobe!” she commented with a chuckle.

“OH!” Octavia let out in realization before giving up on buttoning the top of her blouse.

“Just don’t take a deep breath, you’d break the other buttons open.” Beatrice joked before sitting back on the bed after Octavia had put her pants on.

“Jealous?” Octavia muttered with a small embarrassed blush.

“A little bit,” Beatrice admitted. “You kinda have great boobs. No wonders Vinyl played with them a lot more than mines last night.” she added in a slight sad tone.

“Thanks,” Octavia said. “If it makes you feel better, she did massage your backside at lot more than mine,” Octavia pointed out.

“Thanks.”

A very deep, and pregnant silence settled in between the two women.

“What we just said totally weird you out as well, didn’t it?” Octavia asked softly.

“Absolutely!” Beatrice nodded firmly with a wince.

“Let’s never speak of it again!” Octavia suggested.

“Good idea!”

“Say, Beatrice?” Octavia called softly.

“Yeah?”

“Why did Frederick and you actually break up?” Octavia asked softly. “Vinyl mentioned it was her fault, but she also said she entered in your life after you and Frederick officially broke up. I don’t get it,” she explained softly.

Beatrice awkwardly rubbed her arm with a small wince. “I don’t really want to talk about it, Octavia,” she said in a sad tone.

“Beatrice, I’m your friend,” Octavia said softly. “Probably not the best one, considering how I didn’t come to see you before yesterday.”

“Octavia, I don’t blame you or the others for not coming after me,” Beatrice shook her head. “I was kicked out of the Orchestra just before the most busy period of the year. I knew you’d be all occupied with the rehearsals and that you’d all just go straight home after that to get some rest.”

“It’s still no excuse!” Octavia said firmly. “You can tell me, Beatrice. I just want to help you!”

Beatrice sighed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell someone about it,” she said before taking a deep breath. “Vinyl told you yesterday she was the one who burglarized Frederick’s apartment three months ago, right?” Octavia nodded. “Well, during that burglary, something happened between her and me.”

“I thought you two didn’t know each other at that time!”

“Let me finish,” Beatrice demanded softly. “You have to know that Frederick has his morning routine. Every day, his sound system wakes him up at six o’clock with a compilation of Chopin’s best melodies. When he wakes up, he pushes the covers and blankets at the end of the bed, opens his window to change the air of the room, and walks out of the room to take a shower. He does that every morning, regular as clockwork, no matter the day, no matter the weather,” Beatrice licked her lips with a frown. “No matter me sleeping over, and no matter if we had sex the night before and that we went to bed stark naked!” she growled angrily.

“Huh?” Octavia tilted her head in confusion.

“On the day of the burglary, three months ago, it was still Winter,” Beatrice continued. “At six o’clock there was Chopin’s music, followed by him throwing the covers at the end of the bed, then he opened the window and went for his shower. As for me, I usually don’t wake up at six o’clock on a Sunday. I don’t usually manage to put clothes on after sex, and it takes more than Chopin’s music to wake me up, especially after going to bed really late the night before.”

“You don’t mean that he left you sleeping without blankets and with the window open in the middle of Winter while you were still naked, do you?!” Octavia asked with shock.

“Yes, I do!” Beatrice replied before Octavia cursed at Frederick’s behavior. “I woke up a bit after he left the room because of the cold winds. Then I heard Frederick walking around the bed, closing the window, and gently pulling the blankets back on me. I was still very sleepy, so I had kept my eyes closed all the time. I grabbed Frederick’s neck and pulled him in a deep ‘thank you’ kiss before going back to sleep,” she explained before half heartedly chuckle. “Imagine my surprise when Frederick found his vault open with the key he had left on his nightstand before taking his shower.”

“So, you never kissed Frederick that morning,” Octavia said slowly.

“No, I had made out with the one who robbed my boyfriend,” Beatrice explained grimly.

“Did you tell Frederick?” Octavia asked. “That was hardly your fault!”

“I did tell him,” Beatrice explained with small tears. “He shouted that I should have realized it wasn’t him, that I should have stopped the thief instead of offering myself to him!” she sniffed loudly.

“What?” Octavia asked in shock. “He did not say that, did he?” Beatrice nodded that he did, before Octavia pulled her sobbing friend in a comforting hug. “The jerk!”

“Yeah, he had been pretty mean that day,” Beatrice agreed softly. “He apologized after that, but I never really forgot what he said to me. Things between us got… cold, I guess.” she shrugged. “He didn’t make me feel desired like before the burglary. The fact that the burglar had kissed me way better than he used to didn’t help at all in that.” she softly chuckled. “After a month and something, he just got tired of me, and broke up with me, and Vinyl explained you the whole Orchestra thing yesterday!”

“What about Vinyl?” Octavia asked. “Why did she contact you after that?”

“Turned out Vinyl was still inside Frederick’s apartment when we had our fight. She hadn’t anticipated that Frederick took very short showers,” Beatrice explained with a small laugh, quickly joined by Octavia. “She managed to sneak out after my big fight with Frederick,” she went back to her tale. “When he went downstairs to call the cops, I had stayed in the bedroom to cry. I heard someone knocking at the window, and when I looked at it I found a small note taped to it that said: “I’m sorry!” with a sad smiley.”

“When Frederick and I broke up,” Beatrice continued her tale. “Don’t know how, but Vinyl found out where I lived and went to apologize in person this time. I remember shouting at her! Telling her that she had ruined my life, that because of her mischief I had lost everything that mattered for me, and she simply took it on her,” she whispered in a slightly admirative tone. “She didn’t blink. She didn’t argue. She just stayed there stoically until I calmed down.”

“That’s much like Vinyl to do that!” Octavia whispered with a small, nostalgic smile. “She did that a lot to calm me down whenever I got freaked out about our exams or something like that.”

“After I calmed down, I looked into her eyes that day. I only saw understanding and compassion. She didn’t judge me like Frederick did. She was just there for me,” Beatrice explained. “Plus, there was that thing about her eyes…. Gosh, those magnificent ruby-like eyes!” she moaned while biting her lip.

“Yeah,” Octavia sighed blissfully. “To think she used to hide them when we were in high school.”

“Huh? Why?”

“People thought her eyes were scary and ugly,” Octavia replied with a dark frown.

“WHAT?” Beatrice shouted in anger. “Her eyes are beautiful!”

“I know!” Octavia said firmly. “It took me two months to convince her of that!”

“Yeah, and it took me about four to break you out of your anti-social bubble, Tavi,” Vinyl remarked playfully as she was sitting casually on the frame of the now open window.

“WAHAAA!” Octavia and Beatrice shrieked in surprise before both falling off the bed.

“How the heck did you open that window?” Octavia asked in shock as she pushed Beatrice off of her.

“I’ve been wondering that since her first visit!” Beatrice muttered before climbing back onto her bed.

“I brought breakfast!” Vinyl shouted happily, ignoring Octavia’s question and showing a large, squared delivery box with a large, red, asian character on the side.

“Chinese delivery for breakfast?” Beatrice asked with a cocked eyebrow.

“Japanese actually!” Vinyl said before stepping inside the room and closing the window behind her. “And since it’s actually around two in the afternoon, it’s more a lunch than breakfast!”

“Why didn’t you use the front door?” Octavia asked in bewilderment.

“Stop trying, Octavia,” Beatrice replied with annoyance. “She won’t tell you because a good thief is like a good wizard, he never reveals his secrets!” she explained in a very good imitation of Vinyl’s voice.

“Got that right!” Vinyl replied as she put her delivery box on top of the chest drawers.

“Okay, but didn’t you say we would talk about that thief situation at breakfast?” Octavia asked sternly.

“I think you’re right, Octavia. She did say that!” Beatrice replied in the same sternness as her cellist friend.

“No need to take that tone with me, girls,” Vinyl replied softly. “You both did me really good last night, but not to the point where I’d forget my promise to you!” she explained, making her two lovers blush at her praise. “Now, why don’t we enjoy our breakfast/lunch while we talk about that?” she opened the delivery box, letting the aromas of the food spread freely in the room.

The smell of food suddenly reminded the two women in PJs of how hungry they were. They walked to the furniture on top of which Vinyl had put the food, before their common lover passed them a large steaming bowl with chopsticks for each.

“Noodles soup?” Beatrice asked with curiosity at the content of her bowl.

“Miso soup with noodles, vegetables, and chopped, fried pork in it,” Vinyl explained. “Much healthier than your oatmeal, Beatrice,” she added with a playful chuckle.

“Healthier, I’m not sure,” Octavia commented as she brought a piece of pork to her mouth. “But, it’s clearly tastier than my morning oatmeal,” she added with a sigh.

“You eat that too?” Vinyl asked, shocked at Octavia’s breakfast habit.

“What’s wrong with oatmeal?” Beatrice asked with a pout.

“Nothing at all, Beatrice,” Octavia assured. “It’s just that Vinyl’s idea of a healthy breakfast always included nothing but waffles, pancakes and donuts!”

“Those are good!” Vinyl argued, before slurping a great length of noodles out of her bowl.

“Enough with the food talk,” Beatrice said with a shake of her head. “Octavia wants to know why you do that job of yours, and I wouldn’t mind knowing that as well!”

“Scratchie, what happened to you after we fell apart?” Octavia asked in a soft, but sad tone. “Why didn’t you try to become a famous DJ, like you used to say you’d become in high school?”

Vinyl sighed. “I wanted to try, Tavi,” she admitted slowly. “But, using the school computers to play with sounds tracks in between classes isn’t really a proper qualification to start in the business. I needed a formation, equipment, and money to pay for the first two. Something that I didn’t really have, and with me being kicked out of high school for cheating didn’t go in my favor for scholarship appliance,” she explained sadly.

“So that’s why you had to start stealing?” Beatrice asked softly, while Octavia had put her bowl down to hug Vinyl tightly. “To get money to pay for your studies?”

“Nothing that fancy, Bea,” Vinyl chuckled grimly. “I had to steal to simply eat something that I didn’t have to search through garbage for!” she said sternly, causing her two lovers to gasp in shock. “I had to leave my orphanage when I turned eighteen, and when I did, I didn’t have much more than a few clothes and the pink bow tie I had to remember you, Tavi.” Octavia simply kissed her head with tearful eyes in response. “I lived on the street for a few months, pickpocketing, shoplifting, sometimes fighting with other hobos for food or a place to sleep….”

Vinyl felt Beatrice’s arms wrapping around her when the brunette joined Octavia’s reassuring embrace on the blue haired woman, murmuring words of reassurance with small kisses just like the cellist was doing. Vinyl put her bowl down before passing her arms around each of her lovers who simply held her tight in response, small tears appearing in her ruby colored eyes.

“What happened then?” Octavia asked in a caring tone as she and Beatrice were gently wiping Vinyl’s tears away.

“I kept doing that for a few months until I made the biggest mistake of my life,” Vinyl said slowly. “Stealing someone that I shouldn’t have even approached.” she swallowed her spit. “One day, I saw a rich couple walk out of a fancy car… The same kinda car your parents had, Tavi… The woman had a necklace with a jewel the size of my fist… I didn’t think. I ran to them, bumped into the woman, snatched the necklace and ran away as fast as I could. I looked back to see a dozen of men in black suits going out of the nearby cars before running after me,” she explained.

Octavia and Beatrice tightened their embrace when they felt Vinyl starting to shake nervously, but didn’t interrupt her.

“I tried to escape but they cornered me into a dead end,” Vinyl told with a shaking voice. “They started to beat me up. To teach me some respect they said. One pulled a large a knife out of his jacket.”

Octavia and Beatrice’s held their breaths.

“He said that in ancient times, they cut the hands of thieves so that they would learn how to keep them in their own pockets. He wanted to see if it’ll work on me.” Vinyl snorted a dark laugh. “Poor bastard was so focused on my hand he didn’t see my foot coming on his balls. I grabbed the knife and put the blade on his throat and told the others to back away or I’d cut him open,” she said with disgust.

“You wouldn’t have done it, right?” Beatrice asked in a soft whisper. “You were just bluffing, weren’t you?”

“To be completely honest, I still don’t know if I would have gone for it so far or not,” Vinyl replied with a sigh, before going back to her tale. “They all froze at how serious I had sounded until someone started to clap his hands slowly. The rich guy whose wife I had stolen was slowly applauding me for what I was doing,” Vinyl said quietly.

“He complimented me, said that I had a lot of guts…. He told his men to back away so that he could have a chat with me,” Vinyl licked her lips, feeling her throat incredibly dry. “I had kept the knife with me in case. He made an offer. I could keep the necklace to get out of the streets, but in exchange I’d have to do a few jobs for him…. Well, not really a few, when you think about it.”

“How many?” Beatrice asked softly.

“Three hundreds,” Vinyl replied, not paying attention to her loves’ widened eyes. “I accepted his deal, and he walked away after telling me he’d contact me when I’d get situated. With the money from the necklace sale, I got myself a small studio, a bed, a fridge full of food and a fucking shower stall! True to his words, the man contacted me when I was settled in, and that’s how it all started,” she ended her tale.

“I’m so sorry, Scratchie,” Octavia said with soft sobs. “If I had searched for you better than I did, you wouldn’t have been through all that!”

“Shhhhh,” Vinyl whispered softly while pecking Octavia’s cheek. “I’m the only responsible for what happened to me, Tavi. I’m not particularly proud of what I did during those eight years, but it’s thanks to that I met Beatrice, and that I got you back… For that, I’m glad things turned out that way,” she added before softly kissing Octavia.

“How many of those jobs do you have left?” Beatrice asked softly, snuggling Vinyl’s neck with tenderness.

“Just two more,” Vinyl replied softly. “Then, I can turn my back on that and forget it all.”

“Really?” Octavia asked softly.

“I have a deal with the man’s daughter,” Vinyl explained. “She’s the one who took over the whole thing here after he went back to their country. After my last job, she promised to leave me alone!”

“And, you trust her word?” Beatrice asked slowly.

“She and her father are no saints, but they value their word more than their life,” Vinyl assured.

“Then, in a short time you’d be free of all that?” Beatrice asked hopefully. Vinyl nodded. “We’d have to celebrate that,”

“Really now?” Vinyl replied with piqued interest. “How?”

“Me and Octavia taking you on a date!” Beatrice suggested happily. “Anywhere you want!”

“I’d like that,” Vinyl smiled fondly, kissing the brunette with affection. “But, wouldn’t the two of you having a date with me be bad for your respective career?”

“I don’t really have a career anymore,” Beatrice remarked uneasily. “But, I guess that could be bad for Octavia.”

“Well, that might be weird going in a restaurant just the three of us, but people have seen famous musicians doing worse than that!” Octavia replied with a shrug. “Besides, Beatrice and I aren’t really famous.”

“If the restaurant is a problem, we could go in a nightclub,” Vinyl suggested. “I know a few good ones.”

“I guess that could work,” Octavia supposed. “But, not one of your co-workers’ possession. I love you, but I don’t want to go in someplace run by some swindlers and thieves!”

“I kinda agree with her,” Beatrice admitted with a wince.

Vinyl cocked an eyebrow at the pair. “You do realize that the only place in the world that meets that condition would the North Pole? And, you two’d probably not want to go there as well, since Santa Claus enslaves Elves!”

Octavia and Beatrice stared at Vinyl’s mocking grin before slowly stepping away from her to get back to their bowls of noodles.

“You’re lucky you’re really good in bed, Vinyl,” Octavia said matter-of-factly as she took her chopsticks.

“Indeed,” Beatrice agreed with a nod.

“Speaking of which,” Vinyl purred sensually before getting closer to her two lovers, and groping one of their buttcheeks in each hand. “How about we have another go after lunch?” she asked, slowly massaging her lovers’ rears.

Octavia shivered so much she let her chopsticks fall on the ground while Beatrice slowly pushed her bowl away from her, biting her lip to prevent her moans.

“I’m ..done!” Octavia moaned before putting her nearly full bowl of soup on the furniture.

“Me too!” Beatrice let out in a longing sigh.

“Well, I’m not!” Vinyl let go of her lovers’ butts to grab her bowl and chopsticks.

“WHAT?!” the turned on musicians bellowed in frustration. “You can’t do that!”

“I can, and I will!” Vinyl smirked before taking the bowl to her lips. “You’ll just have to wait until I’m finished! Why not using that time to take some strengths.” she took a swig of her soup while Octavia and Beatrice growled before reluctantly taking back their respective bowl.

**********

Six weeks and a half later

“Beatrice, stop tapping the handle of the door!” Octavia snapped at her roommate’s nervous tic. “It’s distracting me!” she growled as she almost passed at the red light.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it!” Beatrice stammered nervously. “You and I both getting a phone call from the orchestra's administration to ask us to come to the concert hall because of an important meeting despite the fact I'm not in the orchestra anymore, and that you've been suspended kinda makes me nervous!"

"I wasn't suspended!" Octavia shouted angrily. "I'm on vacations!"

"Tavi, the conductor suspended you for two months because you skipped three days of rehearsal to catch up with Vinyl in my bed!" Beatrice remarked with a knowing smirk.

"Three perfect days of my life," Octavia commented with a bright smile. "I still think that two months was a tad excessive, and don't make it sound like you didn't get any fun time!” she added to her brunette friend. “She took care of you just as much as she took care of me!"

"Fine, Fine!" Beatrice admitted with a small chuckle. "I don't think one of us left the bedroom during those three days," she said with a nostalgic sigh.

"Remember we had to eat," Octavia reminded, patiently waiting for the light to turn green.

"It was Vinyl who answered to the delivery boys every time, you and I never set a foot out of the bedroom," Beatrice remarked before sighing heavily. "I miss her!" she added in a sad tone.

"Me too," Octavia replied sadly. "You think she's okay?" She asked in a shaken tone.

"She told us not to worry, Tavi," Beatrice said in a comforting tone.

"I know she did, but it has been more than a week already,” Octavia said, tears slowly filling her amethyst eyes.

It had been nine days since Vinyl had left Beatrice and Octavia to accomplish her three-hundredth theft. She had told her two lovers that she wouldn’t be contactable for a few days. Her boss wanted something big for her grand finale Vinyl had said. After a rather long and emotional goodbye with the women she loved, Vinyl went out for her last mischief.

The first days had been fine for Octavia and Beatrice, but when they still hadn’t gotten any news from their blue haired thief after four days, they couldn’t stop themselves from worrying about her safety. It had been even worse for Octavia, who started to have nightmares on the fifth night after Vinyl’s departure.

She had dreamed of Vinyl being injured, sent to prison, or worse. Her panicked screams only stopped when Beatrice had stormed inside her guest room, which had become Octavia’s room after the cellist moved in with her, to reassure Octavia. Ever since her first nightmare, Beatrice had insisted on them sharing a bed, so that she could watch over her until Vinyl came back. If not for Beatrice’s support, Octavia would have probably broken down after the first nightmare.

The relationship between the two musicians was rather peculiar. Octavia and Beatrice never felt any attraction towards each other. Sure, during their fun times with Vinyl, they had made out, and felt each other’s intimate parts, always after Vinyl had asked them so nicely, but other than that they had no desire toward one another.

Whenever Vinyl wasn’t with them, they both would get very embarrassed by seeing each other’s naked body, while they wouldn’t even notice when Vinyl was with them. Without their common lover’s presence, Octavia and Beatrice realized that their relationship was more close to one between best friends than one between sex friends.

When they explained that detail to Vinyl, the thief had joked that she must have been some sort of human shaped disinhibitor for female musicians with purple eyes, features that Beatrice and Octavia shared. The two musicians had joined their lover’s laughter, while silently agreeing on making sure no other purple-eyed, female musician would ever come too close to their Vinyl. Just in case.

“Octavia,” Beatrice called. “She will come home soon! She promised us she would,” she said in a convincing tone, internally hoping she wasn’t wrong in her claim. “Trust her!”

“Alright,” Octavia whispered with a nod, wiping her tears away before turning her car into the parking lot of the concert hall. “We’re here,” she added in a slightly shaken tone, still moody from thinking about Vinyl’s absence.

The pair of musicians, both wearing the orchestra’s black uniform, exited the car before heading to the stage door. Octavia simply walked inside, but Beatrice froze in front of the threshold. She hadn’t said it to Octavia, but the real reason she was nervous about coming here was that she’d have to face Frederick.

“Bea, it’s going to be fine,” Octavia assured before taking the brunette’s hand to give a small squeeze. “You’re not alone!”

Beatrice let out a relaxed sigh. “Thanks, Tavi,” she said before following the cellist inside.

After a short walk, the two musicians arrived backstage where they meet up with the rest of the orchestra’s members, all wearing their uniforms. Beatrice and Octavia’s arrival went unnoticed until a white-haired lyrist’s gaze fell on the cellist during her conversation with another musician.

“Octavia!” the lyrist shouted excitedly before dashing to the startled cellist. “Oh my gosh! It’s been so long!” she gave Octavia a bone crushing hug.

“Good to see you too, Laura,” Octavia replied in a slightly choked voice.

“Oh, sorry!” Laura said sheepishly as she let go of Octavia. “Why are you here? I thought you were on forced vacations!”

“Well, she’s still a member of the orchestra, she has the right to be here,” a female violinist with long, curly brown hair stated matter-of-factly. “The real thing we’ve got to ask is why is she here?” she added venomously, pointing her finger at Beatrice.

“Nice to see you too, Viola,” Beatrice said in a cold tone.

“Oh, Beatrice! I haven’t seen you! You’re finally coming back in the orchestra?” Laura asked hopefully.

“Well, I don’t really know,” Beatrice said sheepishly. “I just got a phone call this morning telling me to come here.”

“That’s surprising,” a man’s voice commented casually.

Beatrice froze when she heard that voice. She knew who it belonged to. She and the other three women turned their heads to where it came from. A tall man with short, pale blond hair, stood with a natural pride in front of the four women, his bright green eyes locked on Beatrice. Laura cast a worried glance at Beatrice, while Viola and Octavia respectively smiled and frowned at him.

“Frederick,” Beatrice said, trying her best to sound as casual as possible.

“Beatrice, it’s been a while,” Frederick said in a neutral tone. “How are things?”

“Pretty good since Octavia moved in,” Beatrice replied slowly. “I can save some money now, and she’s really decent cook,” she explained briefly. “You?”

“Pretty good too,” he said calmly. “Does you wearing the uniform mean you finally want to revoke your decision of leaving the orchestra?”

“If they want me back, yes,” Beatrice replied softly.

“That’s good,” Frederick said with a nod. “I hope they do, the poor girl replacing you doesn’t really match your skill.”

“Thank you,” Beatrice said in a quiet whisper.

“Anyway, I’m going to see with the conductor what this meeting is about,” Frederick said as he was about to leave the four women.

“Can all the musicians gather around on stage, please?” the voice of the conductor shouted from his chair.

“I guess we’ll find out now,” Frederick said with a shrug before heading on stage with the rest of the musicians.

The four other women followed him on stage, Beatrice receiving many surprised stares when people finally noticed her presence, as well as a few angry glares. Apparently, some were still convinced that she had cheated on the star pianist. Beatrice simply ignored them, but nevertheless scooted closer to Octavia who gave a glare of her own to anyone who was looking at her roommate the wrong way.

When the whole members of the orchestra, plus Beatrice, were on stage, the conductor waved his leading wand to get the quiet. As soon as the conversations died down, he cleared his voice.

“You’re all probably wondering why you’re gathered here today.” The entire orchestra nodded in silence. “Well, it’s because something rather important happened,” the conductor explained. “Our concert hall had just been sold to a new owner.” his declaration was met with an explosion of conversations.

“What?” Frederick and many other musicians shouted in shock.

“Wowow! How did something like that even happen without us knowing?” Laura asked in disbelief.

“I don’t know,” Viola replied dumbfounded.

“Please, silence!” the conductor demanded firmly, bringing instantly the calm back. “You’re gathered here to meet the new owner of our concert hall, Miss Kiku Sanagi!” he pointed at the tier in front of the stage.

The entire orchestra looked at the tribunes, finally noticing a small group of people who were sitting in first row. A japanese woman, wearing a deep black tailor suit, and having her long, dark green hair tied up in a loose bun which was held in place by a pair of silver needles, stood up and walked to take the conductor’s chair.

“Thank you, Maestro,” Sanagi said to the conductor with a polite bow, before turning to the whole orchestra to give them a speech about what motivated her buying of the concert hall.

The musicians listened to the Japanese’s speech with attention. She said how important music was for her and her culture, and that, in her opinion, classical music was losing its magic due to incompetent managers who kept stuck in the old ways of music, when it is supposed to as alive as the people actually playing it. Her speech was welcomed by many approving nods.

“...This is why a few changes are going to happen here,” Sanagi said softly. “The first one being the replacement of our actual conductor and pianist!”

“WHAT?!” Frederick and the conductor shouted in disbelief, along with many other musicians.

“When I bought this orchestra, I checked all of this year’s paperwork with a very good adviser of mine,” Sanagi explained. “Miss Scratch, could you please show me those papers again?” she demanded, looking back at her group of associates before a woman stood up to join her.

At the mention of the name Scratch, Octavia and Beatrice looked at the coming woman with much greater interest. They couldn’t stop themselves from smiling happily when they saw their Vinyl handing a small brown folder to the Japanese woman, safe and sound.

Well, it wasn’t much their Vinyl, as the one in front of everyone was wearing a very dashing, black suit with a white blouse and a thin black tie. Her two-toned blue hair had been straightened before being pulled in a small ponytail. Octavia and Beatrice bit their lips at the sight of that classier version of their lover.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinking?” Beatrice whispered to Octavia, so quietly that only the cellist could hear her.

“She’s gonna keep her tie on when she gets in the bedroom tonight?” Octavia asked in a faint whisper, licking her lip for a split of a second.

“Exactly!” Beatrice nodded excitedly.

“Ha! There they are!” Sanagi said after searching through the folder Vinyl had brought her. “Let’s see…. Beatrice Bluenote… You broke up with her in last February, right?” Sanagi asked, piercing the blond man with her deep green stare.

“Huh.. Yes,” Frederick replied in confusion.

“On the sixteenth?” Sanagi asked with curiosity.

“Why are you asking me that?” Frederick asked back with a puzzled frown.

“Well, because her record says that she got kicked out of the orchestra on the seventeenth,” Vinyl commented casually. “What a coincidence!”

“She wasn’t kicked out!” Viola interjected loudly. “She left on her own because she couldn’t stand being around Frederick!”

“In that case, where is her resignation letter?” Sanagi asked the violinist calmly. “Where did her period of notices go?” Viola didn’t answer. “The only reason for her to leave the orchestra so suddenly and without those two elements would have been a major fault on her part, something that her record doesn’t mention at all. How’s that possible, Maestro?” she asked the conductor who was shaking under her inquisitory green eyes.

“You’ve been a friend of Horsowski’s family for a long time, haven’t you?” Vinyl asked the conductor in a very professional tone. “Maybe, you’ve done your famous pianist some favors… Like getting rid of the people he didn’t want to see anymore. Hum?”

“That’s a scandalous accusation!” Frederick bellowed in anger while the conductor was at loss of words.

“Well, it would be, if we couldn’t find any other similar situations!” Vinyl commented before flipping through her folder. “For example, Miss Philharmonica’s suspension. From what we gathered, you unsuccessfully attempted to court her right before her suspension started. Another coincidence, surely.”

“Wasn’t Octavia suspended because she missed a few rehearsals?” a musician asked with curiosity.

“Except that your orchestra’s charter stipulates that any absence to rehearsals can only be sentenced with a suspension after a hearing of the faulty musician’s explanation,” Sanagi explained. “Something Miss Philharmonica apparently didn’t get right to, or at least it hasn’t been written in her record, which would still be a great fault on this orchestra’s management’s part in any case!” she commented patiently. “Miss Philharmonica?”

“Huh, yes?” Octavia replied, a bit surprised to have been called by her new boss.

“Did you go to such hearing?” the Japanese asked softly.

“No, Madam,” Octavia replied with a shake of her head. “I didn’t even know I had right to one until today.”

“Why am I not surprised of that?” Sanagi turned her gaze to the conductor. “Anything to add, Maestro?” the conductor simply shook his head. “Then, I’ll ask you kindly to get the hell out of my concert hall, NOW!” she ordered firmly, startling everyone in the room.

“O-Of course, miss,” the conductor said fearfully before heading off the stage.

“That goes for you as well, mister Horzowski!” Sanagi growled in anger. “I only want professionals in my orchestra, and a bratty man who doesn’t know where the limit between private life and the orchestra’s stands isn’t in my definition of professionalism!”

“You can’t do that!” Frederick shouted in indignation. “I’m the best musician in this whole orchestra!”

“You could be Mozart himself, I wouldn't care. Now, GET OUT!” Sanagi yelled furiously, starling everyone again. “Or I’ll ask someone to do it for you!”

Frederick didn’t listen, and angrily turned to Beatrice. “You’re happy now? That’s what you wanted? You cheated on me and now you destroy my career?” he snapped at the brunette who took a fearful step back.

“Don’t blame it on her, Frederick!” Octavia bellowed in fury, standing protectively in front of her roommate. “You did this to yourself!”

“You, SHUT UP!” he yelled angrily, lifting his hand high.

He was about to slap Octavia when Vinyl, who had left Sanagi’s sides, suddenly grabbed his wrist and twisted it strongly, before making him twirl around. He knocked his back against a very massive, and muscular Japanese man.

“That certainly didn’t help your case, Mr. Horzowski,” Sanagi said in a low growl. “Hiro, take him out of my sight!” she ordered to the muscular man.

While Frederick was escorted out of the hall under the shocked and angry glares of the rest of the orchestra by Hiro, Sanagi sighed in annoyance.

“Not exactly the kind of reactions I expected of him. That’s a shame a talent like his to be ruined like that,” Sanagi muttered for herself. “You all can go. I’m sorry you had to see this,” she said to the musicians who slowly started to empty the concert hall, chatting about what just happened.

Soon enough the only ones left on stage were Beatrice, Octavia and Vinyl. When they were sure no one from the orchestra could see them, the two musicians nearly tackled Vinyl in a strong hug.

“Hello, my beauties,” Vinyl whispered with the utmost affection, nuzzling her two lovers’ cheek. “Missed me?”

“You have no idea,” Octavia said in a shaking tone, pecking the blue haired woman’s right cheek.

“What took you so long?” Beatrice asked softly, pecking Vinyl’s other cheek.

“Stealing an entire orchestra and its concert hall took me a bit more time than planned, sorry,” Vinyl explained in an apologetic tone.

“What?” the musicians let out in shock.

“Vinyl,” Sanagi called before joining the trio on stage. Octavia and Beatrice quickly forced themselves away from Vinyl’s embrace. “Good job on that one! To be completely honest, I didn’t think you could pull that off when you explained your idea to me. I’m glad you proved me wrong!” she said happily.

“Thanks,” Vinyl said with a small smile. “It wasn’t easy, but Patterson and his supermodel’s little secret was worth digging.”

Huh? Beatrice and Octavia thought in confusion at the mention of the former owner of their orchestra’s concert hall.

“Well, what are you still doing here?” Sanagi asked with a cocked eyebrow. “You’re no longer needed! Your job is done,” she added with an imperceptible wink.

Vinyl slowly rested her left palm on her right fist before solemnly bow to the Japanese. “Dōmo arigatōgozaimashita, soshite sayōnara, Sanagi-Hime!” [Thank you so much, and goodbye, Princess Chrysalis] she said in a very reverential tone.

Sanagi softly chuckled. “Just go take care of your own princesses! Sayōnara, Sharuman Dorobō!” she added with a light bow before Vinyl took Octavia and Beatrice’s hands and went for the exit.

“You can speak Japanese?” Octavia asked in disbelief when they were out of the tiers.

“When you’ve worked with Yakuzas for eight years, you tend to learn a few words,” Vinyl explained with a shrug. “Now,” she passed her arms around her two lovers’ shoulders. “Didn’t we agree on celebrating my freedom?” she asked in a cheerful tone.

“We did agree on that,” Beatrice smiled amorously while Octavia nodded with a big smile. “What do you want to do?”

“Simply go home, and spend some quality time with the two women I love,” Vinyl said with a long sigh. “It has been a really long week.”

“Too long, love,” Octavia whispered before she and Beatrice pecked Vinyl’s cheeks.

The trio walked out of the building, Vinyl reluctantly released her hold on the two musicians in case they were still other orchestra members in the parking lot, much the three lovers’ disappointment. As a matter of fact, one was still present, even if he wasn’t really part of the orchestra anymore.

“Sanagi-Sama asked you to stay out of her concert hall,” Hiro said calmly to a pissed off Frederick. “Please, leave.”

“Believe me, I will, but I need my car keys to do so!” Frederick explained frantically. “They must have fallen out of my pockets when that blue haired bitch tossed me around, so move out of the way so that I can get them!”

“Not my problem,” Hiro replied matter-of-factly. “You’ll stay out.”

“Listen here, you big monkey…”

“Well, Freddy’s never gonna get his keys now,” Vinyl commented before heading to Octavia’s car, with the cellist and Beatrice in tow. “Hiro doesn’t really like being insulted.”

“Is he going to hurt him?” Beatrice asked, a hint of worry present in her tone.

“Don’t you worry your pretty face, Sleeping Beauty,” Vinyl said in a comforting voice. “Sanagi asked him to keep Freddy out of her building, and that’s all Hiro’s going to do. He just won’t be really polite in his retorts anymore.”

“Vinyl, something that Sanagi said is bothering me,” Octavia said as she opened her car. “She sounded like the buying of the concert hall was your idea.”

“Because it was,” Vinyl said simply, resting her elbows on the car’s roof. “She said that for my last job, I could choose anything as long as she could get enough in return. I did some research during the first five days I was gone, until I found out something interesting about the former owner. On the sixth day, I managed to get all what I needed from his place. Then, I discussed the buying with him in Sanagi’s name. Bought the whole place for next to nothing, with a legal contract and everything. It was as if theft had been legalized!” she added with a chuckle.

“But why our orchestra?” Beatrice asked.

“Because I couldn’t stand there while Frederick’s stupid hurt ego was ruining your life and Tavi’s,” Vinyl replied softly. “I heard you both playing, you’re too good to be kept away from an orchestra, even temporarily,” she added while glancing at Octavia who brought her hands to her mouth, her eyes shining with happy tears.

“You mean to tell us that you convince a yakuza gang leader…” Octavia began in a shaken tone.

“...to let you steal our orchestra and its concert hall just for our sake?” Beatrice ended Octavia’s question with a soft smile.

“Well, yeah.” Vinyl sheepishly scratched the tip of her nose.

Next thing Vinyl knew, Beatrice had pulled her in for a very passionate kiss while Octavia walked around the car. As soon as she could, Octavia pushed her face between Vinyl and Beatrice’s. Vinyl’s eyes snapped wide opened when she felt another tongue joining her and Beatrice’s. Octavia and Beatrice's tongues twirled around Vinyl's, mixing their spits all together under their simultaneous moaning.

Vinyl would have never thought that her lovers would agree on a public three way kiss. A private one being one of the few things Vinyl had a hard time to convince them to do. Not that she ever failed at getting it, it was just harder than the rest.

All too quickly, Beatrice and Octavia pulled their tongues away with rosy cheeks before giggling like schoolgirls at Vinyl mouthing a silent wow.

“If it weren’t for the theft part you could be Prince Charming, Vinyl,” Beatrice beamed.

“Too bad you’re a thief,” Octavia giggled playfully.

“Sanagi would agree with you two,” Vinyl let out absentmindedly, passing one of her finger on her lips.

“Why?” her lovers asked in confusion, slightly growling in anger.

"When I explained her why I chose your orchestra, she kinda mocked me with a nickname," Vinyl explained quickly. "Sharuman Dorobō."

"What does it mean?"

"Well... It means Thief Charming," Vinyl translated.

Octavia and Beatrice smiled fondly at the now reformed thief with blue hair, before both leaned in to peck a half of Vinyl's lips each.

"It suits you," Beatrice and Octavia whispered affectionately after pulling their lips away from Vinyl's. "You are Our Thief Charming!"

Vinyl smiled brightly before softly nodding at the car. Octavia gave Vinyl her car key before taking her spot on the passenger seat while Beatrice sat on the back seat.

The blue haired woman walked around the car to get to the driver door. After opening the door, she glanced back at the building, her red eyes focussing on a dumbfounded Frederick who was staring at her his mouth agape.

The small smile on Hiro's face added to Frederick staring at her was more than enough for Vinyl to know that her little moment with her girlfriends had not gone completely unnoticed. Smirking, Vinyl pulled a set of car keys from her trousers. She waved them for Frederick to see, his eyes going wider than they already were.

I hope you’ve got change for a bus ticket, Frederick! Vinyl chuckled mentally before tossing the pianist's keys in a nearby sewer drain, hearing a faint splash of water afterwards. Well, you would have some if your wallet wasn’t in my pocket right now. Hehehe!

"Vinyl, what are you doing?" Beatrice asked.

"Just enjoying my final mischief to its fullest, Sleeping Beauty," Vinyl said with a chuckle as she sat behind the steering wheel.

"What final mischief?" Octavia asked with worry.

"Nothing worth mentioning, sweetie," Vinyl replied while starting the engine.

Vinyl calmly drove out of the parking lot, glancing briefly at a blonde pianist becoming smaller in her rearview mirror while standing agape like a idiot. Vinyl turned in another street after having resisted the urge to laugh when Hiro poked Frederick to see if he was alright, only to have the pianist collapse on the sidewalk.

"You want to stop somewhere on the way home to get something to eat?" Beatrice asked Vinyl curiously five minutes after they left the parking lot.

"Or we can cook you a little something?" Octavia suggested.

"How about we just go home so that you can play a little duet for me?" Vinyl asked softly. “I kinda missed that during the last ten days.”

"We can do that!" Beatrice nodded excitedly. "Cello and saxophone, Tavi?"

"That should be good. I can still play my violin if she wants to," Octavia offered in suggestion.

"I was thinking of another instrument," Vinyl specified. "One you two can play very well."

"What are you talking about?" Beatrice asked in confusion. "We don't play the same type of instrument at all."

"Yes, you do! You both can play me. Perfectly I might add!" Vinyl replied in a low, sensual purr.

Both the musicians' cheeks became bright red at Vinyl's proposal.

"Drive home, Vinyl!" Octavia ordered firmly in a sultry tone.

"And drive fast!" Beatrice added in a commanding tone, licking her lips hungrily.

"I can't," Vinyl said slowly pointing at a road sign. "The speed limit is at 35 miles per hour," she added, chuckling at the irony of her remark.

"Oh, no! You're not doing the soup bowl trick again!" Beatrice shouted angrily.

"Vinyl, you've been gone for ten days!" Octavia reminded in a growl. "Don't play with us, or Bea and I will take you right here, right now!" Beatrice nodded sternly.

"Is that so?" Vinyl slowly asked with piqued interest.

Startling her two lovers, Vinyl took a sudden, sharp turn into a dark alley, then in another two before stopping the car in an isolated dead end between two tall apartment buildings. She unhooked her seat belt before setting the driver seat in its lying position. She quickly took her suit jacket, and her blouse off, showing she wasn't wearing a bra. Vinyl undid her ponytail, letting her hair slightly taking back the shape of her usual spikes.

"Now, my Sleeping Beauty and Cellist Princess," Vinyl purred in a very hungry tone, licking her lips with her thin black tie hanging loosely between her breasts. "You said you’d take me right here, right now! I’m waiting," she invited them firmly, signaling them to come with her forefinger.

It took less than a hundredth of second for Octavia and Beatrice to get free of their seat belts before lunging at their half naked lover with aroused growls, making the car tilt so suddenly that its right tires left the ground for a second.

“You know,... you two pouncing on me like a pair of hungry lionesses on a defenseless antelope still hurts!”

“Don’t worry, Scratchie,” Octavia whispered sultrily between the kisses she was giving to Vinyl’s neck while the right hand of her lover was expertly unbuttoning her blouse. “Unlike them to the antelope, we’re not going to eat you.”

“At least, not all of you,” Beatrice chuckled seductively as she was pulling the zipper of Vinyl’s pants down, while their owner had her hand inside the brunette’s ones. “That part is too tasty for us to ignore it.” she pushed her hand under the fabric of Vinyl’s red panties before slowly massaging her lower lips, quickly joined by Octavia’s hand.

Vinyl threw her head back at her lovers simultaneously caressing her, moaning blissfully. Octavia and Beatrice winked at each other before the both leaned in towards their thief’s breast, each taking a milk-chocolate colored nipple in their mouth. Vinyl lost it when the two musicians started to suck on her nipples and caressing her sex in perfect synchronization.

The two musicians all too quickly stopped sucking on the thief’s nipples. Vinyl was about to protest when two tongues started to lick her lips fervently. She immediately added her own tongue to the kiss. The trio kissed passionately while the two musicians kept their synchronized rubbing of Vinyl’s nethers.

“You like our duet, Scratchie?” Octavia asked sultrily after she and Beatrice had pulled themselves away from the kiss, not interrupting their actions in Vinyl’s panties.

“I love it!” Vinyl shouted in pleasure. “Oh FUCK!” she bellowed when they each introduced two fingers inside her before going back and forth. “Faster!” she added in a small whisper.

“Did you hear her, Tavi?” Beatrice asked in a playful tone, slowing her movement’s speed.

“No, I don’t think I did,” Octavia replied casually, doing the same as her brunette roommate.

“PLEASE, FASTER!” Vinyl yelled in excitement.

“Now, I heard it,” Octavia chuckled before quickening her pace instantly while Beatrice quickened hers.

“Oh, yes!” Vinyl shouted in an ecstatic tone.

“You’re about to come, honey?” Beatrice asked softly.

“N..Not yet!” Vinyl replied hesitantly.

Octavia and Beatrice nodded slowly, and pulled their fingers out from inside Vinyl, much to the concerned party’s disappointment, before pulling her pants and red panties down. They each grabbed one of their lover’s leg and sprayed them as widely as possible. The both leaned in to gently lick her soaked lips.

If Vinyl had screamed her pleasure before, right now she was hollering it, incapable to keep her eyes open. The two tongues danced over her labia, building up so much tension inside her. Quickly enough, she felt a tongue going for her clit while the other tried to go deep inside her vagina. Her clit was assaulted by quick, but firm strokes from the tip of a tongue, making her body go on fire.

“...Girls..I’m gonn..gonna coooooOOOH!” Vinyl bellowed when her clit was firmly bitten, making her orgasm like she never had before, her vagina nearly hosing her juices out.

Vinyl let her head fall against the car’s door, panting heavily with her eyes still closed to recover from her mind blowing orgasm. She slightly heard two women saying her name in a sing song voice, mentioning a show she couldn’t miss. Tiredly, Vinyl stopped leaning against the door, opening her eyes slowly, before snapping them open in excitement.

Slightly at her right, sitting on the back seat, Octavia and Beatrice, who had both gotten undressed during her momentarily black out, had their naked bodies pressed against one another’s, and their faces covered in Vinyl’s juice. When they saw Vinyl was paying attention, they winked at their lover before starting to lick each other’s face clean.

“Wow!” Vinyl let out quietly at the show Octavia and Beatrice were giving her.

“Does that excite you?” Beatrice asked as Octavia and her stopped their licking, leaving them with a large quantity of Vinyl’s juices on their faces.

“A lot!” Vinyl replied in a hungry growl.

“Perfect!” Octavia beamed before sitting a bit apart from Beatrice. “Now, you can do me!”

“No, she can do me!” Beatrice protested loudly.

“No, me first!” Octavia argued.

“Why you and not me?”

“Because my breasts are sexier than yours!” Octavia growled.

“My ass is better than yours!” Beatrice growled back.

“Vinyl!” The pair shouted in unison. “Her or me, decide!”

Vinyl licked her lip before smirking. “Answer of the Thief, my princesses,” she replied sultrily. “I’ll just get what I want!”

“Which is?”

“Making the two of you COME. AT. THE. SAME. TIME!” Vinyl explained hungrily with primal desire shining in her eyes.

Octavia and Beatrice beamed at the enticing glint in their lover’s eyes and the certitude in her voice. “We’d hoped you’d say that!”

Author's Note

Huge Thank you to G3k0771 for his editing work.

Here's my first attempt at clop.

I hope you liked it.

Mariacheat-Brony

PS: Despite being inspired by it, this one shot has no connexion with My other story: Scratchin' thieves