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Emily might be on to another woman crush by next week, who knows? Jane brushed a strand of hair from Lucy's face, which never failed to make Lucy blushed. They smiled at each other again. "Sorry we're late!" Emily burst out into the room. Heather had a load of books in her arms. "What do you have with you?" Jane asked. "And please don't tell me it's one of the lesbian pulp fictions again." "But Odd Girl Out was so good!" Emily protested. Lately, the former president of Loser Club had been digging into the genre a bit too deep.

she said, her voice a throaty whisper. "So it's straight to the negotiations then," Linaker smiled. "I know what you want as well. What are you prepared to do to get it?" "I can be very persuasive," she continued. She rose up higher from the surface of the bed until Linaker saw the folds of her vagina. They were sheathed in the same glistening black rubber as the rest of her body. He wondered how deep the rubber extended inside her. It seemed quite deep. He watched her push a finger between her labia. There was no opening that he could see. No hint of pink flesh. Inside her pussy Linaker saw the same gleaming black rubber that covered the rest of her body.

Leo was the type of person it was hard to just cut out of your life. Ebony rushed her through dressing and attempting to making herself look presentable, before she ushered Amber of the club and to the awaiting taxi. Amber didn’t say shit on the ride to the clinic while Ebony chatted up the driver. The driver was an older gentleman with most of his teeth but no hair on his head. But Ebony liked older men and in her words “They can just take their teeth out and eat your fucking pussy with nothing getting in the way.”

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“Girls? Two girls? Can we trade them for boys when they hit their teens? And then maybe trade them back again when they’re thirty?” I burst into laughter, smacking his arm lightly. “Nice try, but no. That’s not how it works, King.” Caleb joins in, shaking his head at his brother’s antics. “He’s not entirely wrong, though. Look at Ebony.” King sighs heavily. “Exactly. Ebony is amazing, don’t get me wrong, but all those tears over finding the ‘perfect guy’—I don’t think I’ve recovered yet.” I laugh, picturing Ebony and Maz, the two older girls of the club who couldn’t be more different. While Ebony is dramatic and hopelessly romantic, Maz is the tomboy who spends her days tinkering with bikes

Sapphire felt a form of weird acceptance, even from this distance. “Okay, finally we have the eldest of your litter. Ebony. She’s the outdoorsy type, loving plants, and small animals. So, let’s find her a guy that enjoys hiking in the woods and long walks on the beach.” When they spoke of litters, they weren’t making light of a multiple birth. Shifters had multiple births.