by Giselle Renarde
27 pages / 6700 words
Miranda and Saba always fight on vacation. When they visit a castle that's been converted into a luxury hotel, they miss the evening ghost walk because they're too busy arguing. The couple tries to catch up with the group, but they stumble upon a mysterious woman in need of help. There's no staff around, so Miranda and Saba take her up to their room. Where did Oubliette come from? Why is she so dirty? What's with the clothing that went out of fashion three hundred years ago? And does Oubliette have the power to reunite two lovers who have been at each other's throats all night?
"I think you're going to need a shower, Oubliette." Miranda poured the entire bottle of shampoo into the girl's horrible hair and worked it in until her fingers hurt. The shampoo suds turned black. "How long have you been out in those woods?"
Oubliette looked up at Miranda and smiled. Her eyes fluttered and she sank a little deeper into the tub, like she was delighted to be cared for. She only opened her eyes when Saba reached behind her to pull the plug. She obviously wasn't expecting it, because she jumped up in the tub, splashing black water and shampoo suds all across the wall. When she whipped around, she got dirty water all over Miranda's white peasant top.
"It's okay," Saba said. "Don't panic. The water's dirty, so time for a shower, okay? Here, take the soap."
Holding the black bar with both hands, Oubliette examined it intently while Saba turned on the shower. When water cascaded from the overhead fixture, Oubliette looked up and screeched. She tried to jump out of the tub, but it caught her shin and she started to fall. If Saba hadn't been there to catch her, that pretty face would have met the slate floor.
Saba held the naked woman, their chests and cheeks pressed together, both struggling for breath. As Miranda watched this scene, she chastised herself for feeling so aroused, but she couldn't help it. Dirty water rushed toward the drain as a clean flow splashed down on Oubliette's pert little bum. Her naked tits looked so hot against Saba's fine black gown that Miranda would have paid money to watch them kiss.
Straightening Oubliette under the shower, Saba helped the girl wash all that gunk out of her hair. Miranda came forward to help, surprising herself by taking the soap from Oubliette's hands and running it all over the girl's belly and breasts.
"Miranda!" Saba said in a reprimanding whisper. "Have a little courtesy."
But Oubliette was purring like a kitten, leaning half her weight on Saba while Miranda soaped her filthy flesh. "Wash," the girl pleaded, pushing her breasts into Miranda's hands. "Yes, wash."
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