Shego was a bit concerned that maybe just this once her smart ass attitude might have gotten her into more trouble than even she could dream up. She unlocked the door to her apartment and lead the two women in. She would never go to a bar with them again, she swore it.
She was ushered into the bedroom and the younger helped her out of the black leather jacket she put on before going out earlier. She could feel the girl pressing firmly up against her back, she could feel the hardness of her nipples as the girls arms drug down to her waste and undid thin emerald green belt holding her black skirt up, both promptly fell to the wayside. She was pulled gently back to her old boxspring mattress where she was forced into a comfortable position at the edge of the bed. There they waited, Shego was doing everything in her power to ignore the wandering hands.
The older of the three women returned from where ever she disappeared off to, Shego knew it was the bathroom. She was right, she told the older woman exactly where she kept her shaving supplies and there they were in her hands, even the strop razor. She swallowed at that.
The firm arms that were wandering before pulled her back and laid her out on the bed as the blue eyes of her partner examined the situation then took out the strop razor. Shego could hear the sounds as it was drug across the honing strap a few times, She tried to look up over her breast and stomach and caught a glimpse of a silver flash before the strong arms of the younger were pinning her to the bed again, by gently massaging her breasts. It completely derailed her and she was near panic. Then she felt it.
The razor made a soft snick as it cut the thin strap of the panty waste band, once more to the other side.
“Chiapet jokes get death.” She growled, once more the hands distracted and derailed her, a firm pinch to her nipples almost touched her off. Then she felt the cool of the room on her exposed bush as the older woman pulled her panties out of the way. Deftly her legs were spread and she could just tell the woman was taking in every small detail.
She could hear the sound of water as the older woman soaked a wash clothe and proceeded to wet her wild thicket before taking a fine pair of scissors and deftly trimming away large tracts of her fur. Each time she heard the scissors ‘snict’ she felt the cold tip touch her skin and send ice through her veins. She hoped she would last as long as she boasted.
She heard the sounds of the strop being put to use again knowing that with each pass the edge of the straight razor got finer and more … serious. She jumped when she felt the cold foam being sprayed over her mons but this provided the younger the chance to lean down and capture her lips, wrestle her tongue, derail her mind once again.
She moaned against her will as she felt the gentle skilled fingers work the shaving cream around her intimates, the cooling sensation sent a shiver from head to toe. Her heart stopped when she felt the first draw of the razor, it tugged against the stumps of hair left from the rugged scissors pruning dealt the region earlier. She felt the ice cold steel stroke across her skin slicing smooth everything in its path. Some time between her tongue tangled moans and her clenched fists the tugging was gone and the blade drug over smooth hairless flesh.
“Lift and spread, please and thank you.”
That damned smile was brutal. Shego shuddered but obeyed, she pulled herself slightly better onto the bed and spread her legs as wide as her extensive martial arts training allowed.
“Most impressive.” Those blue eyes were again examining closely the tongue in her ear and pinch to her nipples distracted her and she jumped as a hand full of foam cupped her split. Once again deft fingers spread shaving cream over her and she steeled herself for the cold kiss of the razor, she was not disappointed when she felt the first gentle stroke. It gliding from the peak of her cleft and followed the hidden valley eliciting a shuddering moan.
Ever so carefully the older woman drew the fine steel across the translucent green flesh before her, each pass came dangerously close to those most sensitive points. It was taking all she knew to avoid nicking the woman but she would not fail, she had never lost a patient yet and she wasn’t going to start now.
Shego felt her world lurch suddenly, the razors cold kiss grazed her pearl, and again, the third time she exploded lost to unexpectedly intense wow. When she returned to herself the woman with the bluest eyes she ever saw was standing there with a smug smile.
“And the lesson learned is?”
“Never bet against a Possible.”
“What was that?”
“Never bet against a Possible … my mistress.”
Mrs. Dr. Possible smiled sweetly, “Good kitty, Bonnie be a good pet and fetch Shegos new collar.”
Bonnie yipped like an overexcited puppy and bounded off, when she returned she held Shegos new collar, emerald green of course, and her leash.
“That’s a good Bonnie, now girls you are going to help me get my next cuddle buddy.” She slipped the leather and gemstone collar around her new plaything. “Kimmie-cub will never know what hit her.”
Shego smiled big, this was going to be very fun.
“Me-ow”
“Good kitty.”