Chapter Six The Perfect Collab #2
"It pays for the tuition," Melody said, dropping her bag on the bed. She walked over to her desk and tapped her computer awake. "And the clothes. And the equipment."
She reached over to a portable speaker on her nightstand and synced her phone. A heavy, thumping bass beat began to pulse through the room. Importantly, it was loud enough to drown out conversation, loud enough to vibrate the floorboards.
"So," Dorothy said, setting the grocery bags on the floor and stepping into the center of the room. She looked at the camera setup, then at the bed, then at Melody. "Are we... reviewing the groceries now?"
Melody laughed, a low, throaty sound that was lost under the bass but visible in the curve of her throat. She walked over to Dorothy, stepping into her personal space.
"We could," Melody said, looking up at the taller woman. "But I think we got enough B-roll at the store. And honestly... I’m not really hungry for celery."
Dorothy’s breath hitched. She watched Melody’s eyes, the way they dropped to Dorothy’s lips and then lower, to the swell of her breasts in the tight crop top.
"What are you hungry for?" Dorothy asked, her voice trembling slightly with anticipation.
Melody didn't answer with words. She turned and walked to her computer, clicking a few keys.
On the large monitor, a video file opened.
It wasn't the workout they had just filmed.
It was footage from her "Premium" tier. Melody in sheer lace lingerie, oiling her legs. One upcoming video of her riding a dildo that she hadn’t worked up the courage to publish yet.
Dorothy’s jaw went slack. She stared at the screen, mesmerized.
"This is the other side of the business," Melody said casually, leaning back against the desk, watching Dorothy watch her. "The side that pays the real bills. I have to be careful not to post this stuff on the main feed, obviously. But sometimes... I like to share previews with special guests."
Dorothy swallowed hard. She turned from the screen to the real thing. "You look... incredible."
"I look better in person," Melody purred. She pushed off the desk and closed the distance between them again. "You know, ever since the shower... I haven't been able to stop thinking about your tongue."
Dorothy’s composure, already fraying, snapped completely. She reached out, grabbing Melody by the waist and pulling her flush against her.
"I haven't stopped thinking about you either," Dorothy confessed, her hands sliding down to grip Melody’s ass through the lavender yoga pants. "I was terrified I’d get fired. Or that you were just experimenting and didn’t really, you know, mean it."
"Oh, I'm always experimenting," Melody whispered, wrapping her arms around Dorothy’s neck. "But that doesn't mean I didn't love it. I want to see if you’re as good in a bedroom as you are on wet tile."
Dorothy growled low in her throat and captured Melody’s lips in a crushing kiss. It wasn't the tentative, careful kiss of their first encounter. This was hungry. Possessive. Dorothy kissed like she had been starving for weeks, her tongue sweeping into Melody’s mouth, tasting, demanding.
Melody melted into it, her body arching instinctively. She ground her hips forward, her mound pressing against Dorothy’s thigh. That wonderful heat reached straight through her clothes. She could feel it radiating off Dorothy, pulsing from the solid wall of muscle that was her core.
They stumbled backward, legs tangled, until the back of Melody’s knees hit the edge of the mattress. She fell back onto the pink duvet, pulling Dorothy down with her.
"Wait," Dorothy gasped, hovering over her. She glanced at the door. "Your stepdad..."
"He won't come in," Melody promised, breathless. She reached up, running her hands up Dorothy’s toned thighs, her fingers slipping under the hem of the gray shorts. "He thinks we’re recording audio. Let’s make some noise he can’t ignore."
Dorothy suppressed a giggle and nodded. She straddled Melody’s hips, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. The position highlighted the incredible definition of her abs, the way her obliques flexed as she moved. She looked like an Amazon, powerful and commanding.
"You show off your body to the whole internet," Dorothy murmured, her hands gripping the hem of her own crop top. "But right now? This is just for me."
She pulled the top over her head in one smooth motion and tossed it aside. Her breasts were smaller than Melody’s, perky and firm, tipped with pale pink nipples that were already hard in the cool air of the bedroom.
"God, I wish I had your body," Melody moaned, reaching up to cup them. She squeezed the firm flesh, her thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks.
Dorothy hissed with pleasure, leaning into the touch. She made quick work of Melody’s sports bra, peeling the sweaty fabric down Melody’s arms to reveal the heavy, swinging weight of the teen’s generous breasts. Dorothy’s lean, hard lines contrasted erotically with Melody’s soft, voluptuous curves.
"Beautiful," Dorothy whispered. She lowered herself, not to kiss Melody’s lips, but to bury her face in Melody’s cleavage. She inhaled deeply, the scent of Melody’s perfume and fresh sweat driving her wild. "You smell so fucking good."
Melody arched on the bed, offering herself up. "Don't just smell. Taste."
Dorothy obliged. Her tongue darted out, swirling around Melody’s left areola before latching onto the nipple.
She sucked hard, drawing it deep into her mouth.
Melody cried out, her fingers tangling in Dorothy’s blonde ponytail, urging her on.
The sensation was intense, a direct line of heat from her nipple straight to her clit.
While her mouth worked on Melody’s breasts, Dorothy’s hands were busy. She unbuttoned Melody’s shorts, shoving them down her hips along with her panties. Melody kicked them free, spreading her legs wide on the duvet. She was already soaking wet, her arousal slicking her thighs.