With her figure hugging blue jeans Natasha wore thigh high boots and an orange tank top; the colour dangerously close to clashing with her hair. Natur...lly Agent Romanoff made it work. Over this the redhead wore a tan leather jacket, still tight, but more than spacious enough to conceal a weapon.Stepping uncomfortably close to the blonde, Natasha looked her up and down, squaring off with the uppity rookie. At her current level Carter was near the bottom of the ladder and she knew it; a low level. "God, you look better than ever. And this coat. Things must be going well." I can tell you don't keep up with the bodybuilding world, Laura," Brandi grinned. "I made Miss Olympia again, for the third time in a row." Oh god, how shitty of me not to know," Laura said, ashamed. "Congratulations."She drew Brandi into her arms and this time kissed her long, thoroughly, probingly, ardently."I like you not knowing anything about it," Brandi murmured against her cheek. "You're not a part of that world.. For the rest of the day Jill Trimble did a lot of thinking, though, and not all of it was very rational.Then, on Thursday, Bobby Dalton walked into the diner.“I have your stuff all repaired,” he said, smiling at her.“I can’t leave now,” she said. “Have a seat and I’ll get you a cinnamon roll and a cup of coffee.”“Sounds great,” said Bobby.She got the order and brought it to him. She placed it on the table, bending, just like she always did. Her uniform showed a lot of cleavage. She got better. I felt Bump's hand on my back and butt again, feeling my workingmuscles. I glanced at her. Her other hand was between her legs, cupping hervulva. Her middle finger appeared to be up her hole and her hips moved inrhythm with mine. Our eyes met, expressionless; she was in a daze, too.Under me, Letty arched and threw her head back. Her body tensed. Her thighssqueezed me tightly. A small cry escaped her throat, but she choked it backto a desperate whimper. I was making her come. I knew,.