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    The Chain

    “So how was work?”

    Bette and Tina were seated at the Planet, sipping red wine as they recapped their day.  Their friends were on the way, leaving the two of them to catch up about work.  They had met two short weeks ago but got along like they had known each other for years.

    At thirty-one, Bette Porter was the proud owner of an art gallery in WeHo that had proved to be very successful in the three years that it had been open.  Tina Kennard was twenty-five, and although a college graduate with her Masters in Film, she was struggling to find work within her desired career.  To make ends meet, she had taken a job at Victoria’s Secret as a Bra Specialist.

    Bette, as an out an proud lesbian, was intrigued by the thought that a job existed where a woman was paid with the sole purpose of staring at and evaluating breasts all day. Although, as of two weeks ago, there was only one pair of breasts that the brunette had been thinking about, and they belonged to the woman sitting next to her. After asking her casual question, Bette wriggled her eyebrows up and down with a mischievous grin.

    “Perv,” came Tina’s retort, shaking her head with a grin.

    Bette gave a look of mock indignation.  “What?  A friend can’t ask a friend how her day went?” she asked innocently.

    “You just want to know how many double D’s came in today.”

    Bette shrugged and with a smirk, took a sip of her wine before answering.  “True.”

    Tina laughed and nudged the dark haired beauty next to her playfully.  “I knew it,” she said with a smile.  She cocked her head to the side slightly, evaluating her drinking partner as if discovering something new.  “You do realize I don’t actually touch their breasts right?”

    Bette shook her head and raised her hands in protest.  “Don’t ruin this for me.”

    Tina paused, enjoying the brunette’s playful manner.  “Fine, you know what you’re right.  I fondled perfectly shaped 34 DD’s all day…massaged them between my fingers and took their nip…”

    “La la la la,” Bette sang, putting her fingers in her ears.  “Alright, alright, stop.  I’m getting…you’re getting…I…”

    Tina laughed again, the sound melodic to the brunette’s ears.  “Damn, you’re easy Porter.”

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    Comments

    1. Very nice. I found myself smiling the whole time as I was reading and of course you MUST continue. I mean, what kind of a question is that. Awesome start. I’m a fan already.

    2. Laughing at azmama’s words”Straight to a T”. so am slightly jealous that kiss didn’t happen for much longer. I guess I will linger on until you come back!

    3. This fic holds a special place in my heart my friend told me about this and I’m so grateful I love how you wrote Bette and Tina you’re an incredible author I can’t wait to read this again and again

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