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An Act of Charity (LittleRooster & Lindxi)

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Caitlyn was looking at herself in the mirror, she was thinking of better times. At 27 years of age she looked much older than her years, ravaged by kidney disease which she had come to accept would probably end her life, the doctors had tried to find a match for a donor but it seemed that this was rather unlikely.

So there she stood in her favourite black dress, a dress which made her look slender, not that she wasn't slim, but this dress just accentuated that, her figure and showing a little of her cleavage, her body despite the off colour of her skin was still ok, she was still beautiful if she didn't look at her face so much. Her face really wore the tyranny of her disease, pain and tiredness, yes she was always tired.

Her red hair draping over her shoulders, yes, she was still ok at the very least, she kept saying over and over, hoping to believe it.

Her husband was a good man, he worked tirelessly and did everything he could to make her life better, she liked that he worked, she didn't want him to be around all the time, to see her wither, he needed some escape, and besides they needed the money to pay for the nurses and medical bills.

She wished she could do something for him, to give Bill some kind of sweet surprise, but she was too tired and in far too much pain for sex. She wished he was seeing someone else for sex but knew he wasn't, he was too faithful for that but regardless hoped anyway.

She waited for her friend Moira to come around, Moira had the key and could let herself in. They had a lot of history together and she knew she could trust her.

Then she heard her call out that she was here, with coffee and pastries no less!

"I'm in here Moira, will be out in a minute!" she called out before sorting herself out and joining her friend in the kitchen.
 
Moira Hayes pulled up into her best friend's driveway. Before she got out of her white Ford Probe, the petite auburn haired girl took a moment to gather herself, wiping away several stray tears. She had known this girl since they were in second grade together. They had shared everything growing up from ditching school to confessing how each had lost their virginity to one extremely hot drunk kiss at a high school party. Now her friend had kidney disease and was growing weaker and weaker. She went to the hospital for dialysis every few days, but time was growing short and they still hadn't found a donor that would match her rare genetic profile.

Forcing a smile, Moira glanced in the mirror and took a moment to refresh her makeup and push a few stray locks back behind the butterfly clip she had used to pin her hair back. About five foot two, Moira had the kind of lush curves that some men liked and others considered just a bit much. She dieted constantly and went to the gym three to four times a week, but it was always a struggle to keep her weight down. The curse of being short, she thought. Walking up to the house, she pulled out the key she had been given.

Her friend's husband was at work and sometimes it was too much for her friend to get up and come to the door. Having a key to her friend's house just made sense these days. Glancing in the hallway mirror, Moira saw how white her face looked. Her green eyes seemed huge and she realized that she hadn't controlled her emotions as much as she had hoped. Frankly, she would do anything for her friend and had been tested immediately as a potential donor. But Moira's Irish genes weren't a suitable match for her friend. Pinching her cheeks, she forced a smile and called out. "I'm here!" Holding up a brown Starbuck's bag, she added. "I brought coffee and some extremely decadent pastries."

Almost immediately, she heard Caitlyn call out. She sounded better than she had yesterday. Because money was tight, Moira had been helping out with a little house cleaning and cooking dinners in the evening and then letting herself out before Caitlyn's hubby got home. She had never really grown close to him. He was fine and they were always polite with each other, but there was no real connection.

As Moira waited for Caitlyn to come down, she started doing a little light clean up. It was already clean. But something had spilled on the floor and there were prints on the fridge that could go. When Caitlyn entered, Moira smiled. "Hey girl," she said with a smile.
 
Caitlyn started to try and compose herself as she walked down the stairs, she was happy and yet emotional, she knew she was on the brink of collapsing in her friends arms and weeping uncontrollably for a while, it seemed the way things were now days, putting on a brave face and trying to take her mind off everything else.

She appeared in the kitchen and smiled at Moira "Hey there girl" she greeted her and gave her a warm hug their breasts touching something she had felt before but this time it gave her a perverse thrill of sorts.

"Thank you so much for bringing the coffee and pastries Moira!" she said pulling away and feeling herself to be more sexual than usual, "I was upstairs looking at ravaged self, oh, I thought I was going to burst into tears you know that! I was trying to compose myself as I walked down the stairs, I think it worked, I don't think you will get the water works today!" she said to her.

"I was looking at the wedding photo, when I married Heath and became Mrs Watson, oh, listen to me, carrying on and all, so sorry Moira, I think I have bored you enough and you have just arrived!" she laughed.

"Now, what have you been doing, any new lovers or exciting one night stands?" she asked with a kind laugh.
 
Moira's heart felt sweet angst at seeing her friend again. She and Caitlyn had always been so close. She hated the thought of losing her. How could someone be facing death at Catilyn's age? Moira was twenty-five. Her friend only a few months older. No one should die in their twenties. Caitlyn hadn't had children yet; she hadn't really lived life yet. Stepping into the hug, she could smell her friend's favorite scent and feel the warmth of her body, which felt frailer than yesterday and made Moira want to hold her and comfort her.

The hug lasted but a moment, but she could tell Caitlyn's was feeling better today. When they broke, Moira told herself that she would not cry and she was glad to learn her friend felt stronger too. She laughed. "Oh those pastries are wicked. I don't need them and God knows my hips don't need them, but I couldn't resist." As she walked over to the kitchen table, she reminisced briefly. "I remember you on your wedding day. You looked so sexy in that off-shoulder strapless wedding dress, I wanted to seduce you myself and I'm pretty darn guy crazy."

Actually, Moira kind of liked the way Catilyn looked today. Sexy, she thought with a smile. You wouldn't know her friend was desperately ill. "Oh no new secret lovers," she responded to her friend's comment. "My sex life has been dry for six months now. If you know any good men, please send them my way. I'm not going to be picky any more." Pulling out a chair at the white lacquered kitchen table, Moira put a cup of coffee in front of Moira. She leaned over and winked. "The closest thing to a man that's between my thighs since I broke up with that lawyer is my vibrator and I think its wearing out."
 
Caitlyn broke from the hug and sampled a pastry from the brown box, "Mmmm they are so good! Thank you honey, you are too kind to me" she said as she chewed on the sweet delicacy.

"I am sorry you aren't having much luck in the romance department of late, it is a shame, that beautiful curvy body of yours, I would have thought that men would be falling over each other to have a night with you" she said as she got a little closer to Moira and once again became physical with her, grinding her hip up and down against Moira's thigh in a mock sexual expression.

"Ow... " Caitlyn exclaimed half through the gyration, "So that answers that then.." she gripped her groin area, "That hurt, need to sit down, and here I thought Heath would be getting lucky tonight, he is so good to me, so patient and yet I can't even give him some pleasure, and he doesn't cum from oral sex either, oh.. you don't need to hear this stuff I'm sorry. Seems everytime I start having fun reality kicks my arse and I am dragged back to this living hell" she said as she sat and looked downwards at the bench.
 
Moira felt a little shiver run down her spine as Caitlyn mock ground her hip against Moira's thigh. If her friend hadn't been so sick, well, curiosity might have meant further exploration. But almost instanlty, she felt a sick lump in her throat and was helping Caitlyn sit down. Kneeling before her friend, she began to gently massage her feet, hoping to give her some comfort. Glancing up at her friend, she wrinkled her nose at the mention that her friend's husband didn't come from oral sex. "Okay TMI TMI TMI," she said laughing. "Poor baby, I even feel a little sorry for Heath. But they're going to find you a donor and you're going to get better. I really believe that and then you and Heath will be having hot, nightly sex." Truthfully, she preferred not to contemplate sex with Heath, he wasn't exactly her favorite person, but Caitlyn was!

Her hands gently began to move up to massage Catilyn's lower calves. "Do you need any pain medication or your anti-nausea pills?" she asked hesitantly. Then she tried to summon a laugh. "Or would you rather me bring over a stack of men's magazines to help treat ummm Heath's problem." She hoped her small joke wasn't too over the line. She was just trying to distract Caitlyn from the pain.
 
Caitlyn sat down with the help of Moira, Moira was now massaging her calves, asking her if she wanted any medication for pain, for anything she imagined, she asked if she wanted some mens magazines to help Heath out.

Caitlyn laughed at the last part, "Umm.. no, I think Heath can find his own porn on the net! He is a big boy I am sure he can find what he needs to get off on, I'm sorry for the TMI bit too, sometimes it is hard to tell what is too much and what isn't, you and I have been through a lot but Heath is not a part of you and I and I forget that at times. Can I ask though, if you had a special man and you couldn't have sex, and you knew he wanted to, how would you deal with it, would you let him use a hooker?" she asked her friend as she looked out the window.
 
Moira glanced down at her friend's feet. I should really do your nails, she said idly and then with a bit more excitement, "your hair too." We could make it a girl's day. She then realized her friend was responding to her porn comment and it took her a moment to focus before she realized what was really going on. Heath wanted to go to prostitutes now, because her friend wasn't up to sex right now. Prick! Moira thought viciously.

Still, she knew Caitlyn didn't want to here an attack on Bill. So she tempered her voice. "I wouldn't want my husband going to a stranger," she said. "I wouldn't want him to risk a venereal disease and not just for my sake, but his." She smiled up at Caitlyn as her hands continued to work there magic. "There has to be another way. If he wants sex, he can masturbate." She giggled. "Or maybe like Mary Poppins, you can interview potential candidates for your husband's new fuck partner. Compare there favorite positions with his. Make sure they're trustworthy and won't try to steal him away when you get better." Moira was trying to tease her friend into a better mood. Although, honestly, her sense of humor sometimes went over like a lead balloon. She hoped Caitlyn wasn't offended.
 
Caitlyn knew that Moira wanted to attack Heath right now, she wanted to jump to her aid and accuse Heath of being a bastard, of being selfish. It wasn't the case though, it was Caitlyn who wanted to reward her husband.

"I know that you think Heath is selfish, that you want to attack him darling. The truth is, he has been perfect, he does everything that is needed without complaint. I just wish I could reward him. Yes, I agree with you, it would be better with someone I know than a prossie, I don't want him to feel like it is a cold experience. The question is, who would I ask?" she let it hang in the air, the truth was though that Caitlyn knew that Moira was the one, the only one that she could handle Heath being with.
 
Moira wanted to laugh. When she was dating a guy, he was perfect. It was only after they broke up that she would start to see his flaws. Now here was Caitlyn all old married girl and still thinking her husband, Heath, was perfect. It was sweet in a way and she had no desire to disillusion her best near-sister friend. But Heath was a giant dick in her opinion.

Moira frowned as she realized what Caitlyn wanted. Someone to sleep with her husband. "Would it be just one time?" She questioned, stalling for time. "Maybe an experienced prostitute would be best, she backpedaled. But no one you know or it could be awkward later when you get better or they met."
 
Caitlyn looked away for a few moments, the reality of what was being discussed dawned up on her, this couldn't have been an easy discussion for Moira, to talk about setting up a sex date for her husband, it must have been difficult.

"Oh I am so sorry Moira, I keep doing it today it seems, here I am talking to my bestest friend ever about setting my own husband up with a sex date, what am I doing to you!" she said to her, partly through sincerity and partly to induce some guilt or compassion in her friend.

Caitlyn took a deep breath and then proceeded with a lie to make the ball roll a little quicker.

"I actually asked one of my other friends, if, well........" she paused again for dramatic effect.

"Well if she would sleep with him, I thought she might as she is single and horny, she was quite offended, and I understand why, I just keep fucking up Moira" and with that she held Moira's hand tight and started to weep.
 
"What a bitch," Moira snapped out on her friend's behalf. "I bet it was Norah, the little slut can't keep her legs together." Moira reached out to try and awkwardly pat her friend's shoulder. "Please don't cry, it's not good for you," she told her dying friend. Then, gulping, she said. "If I thought Heath had any interest in me, I'd do it for you and only you." She stroked her friend's cheek. "But you know Heath and I are oil and water. Stupid bitch Norah, Heath's said she was cute in the past. If she were a true friend, she woudln't have rejected you."

Moira had an uneasy feeling about what she had just said. But Caitlyn had already asked someone else. She didn't think Heath had any interest in her. "I have a cousin who might do it," Moira ventured knowing that her cousin was on the border of being a whore herself. If Moira spent some money on her, maybe, just maybe.
 
Caitlyn looked at her friend knowing that she would in the end get what she
wanted, Moira was the only friend she had that she would want Heath to be
with, and for some reason the idea of her husband being with a friend that
she had chosen kept it intimate and special in some way, as if she was part
of the experience rather than just watch it, well if Heath wanted her to
watch that was, she hadn't discussed it with him yet. She hadn't gone past
the thought and discussion phase really.

She figured she would work out the rest when and if she found someone to do
the deed. She wanted Moira to do it, but she wanted Moira to think it was
her idea. She heard Moira offer herself, but that was not really an offer,
more something someone says when they want to be helpful but not in the way
the other person hopes them to be.

"Oh Moira, I am sure Heath would love you! Which man wouldn't want you. I
think you are being so hard on yourself" she said stroking her friends ego.

She then laughed a little.

"No, no, it wasn't Norah, and thanks but I don't know your cousin. I know
this sounds really strange but knowing the woman and knowing that I chose
her, well it just makes me feel like I would be part of the whole thing
rather than just, well you know, on the sidelines" she looked down and let
her words weight on her friend.
 
Truth be told, Caitlyn had gently manipulated Moira all their lives. Moira was not weak or stupid; but she was very invested in her relationship with Caitlyn and she had always felt "right" about helping Caitlyn. So as she had her discussion with Caitlyn, she started in the position of a firm no and somehow found herself saying,

"If Heath was all right with ...," Moira said nervously, hesitantly, "... and you truly thought this was right." Her face looked pink and her eyes had trouble looking at Caitlyn's face. "I mean I want to help you and if you're sure." Already, she was trying to tell herself that Heath would never, ever agree with this. Honestly, he liked her no more than she liked him. And despite his flaws, she did think he loved Caitlyn. Maybe they could just pretend to have had sex to reassure Caitlyn.

Almost instantly Moira brightened up. That was the ticket. They didn't actually have to have sex to reassure Caitlyn and make him happy. So her next comment was a more firm. "Yes, I'll do it if that's what you want."
 
Caitlyn tried to avoid eye contact with Moira, she knew her scheme was working and didn't want to give anything away with a look of anticipation, to look too eager or over confident, it would just ruin it all.

She waited and Moira then started to talk, she had that sound of someone about to say no, but would end up saying yes, Caitlyn had heard this tone in Moira's voice before, she knew that Moira would volunteer her body for Heath's amusement, she just didn't know it yet.

She listened as Moira capitulated, she was trying to put in all these clauses, if Heath wanted to, if he was ok with it, Caitlyn tried not to laugh, she knew Heath would jump at the chance, Moira was a beautiful woman, she had caught Heath a eyeing her off a few times in the past, he was at the very least curious about her if not full on attracted to her.

And then, she said it, "Yes, I'll do it if that is what you want" she said to her.

"Oh you would! That would be sooo amazing!" Caitlyn jumped up with the little bit of strength she had left and hugged Moira, "Oh babe, thank you so much, you really are my bestest friend ever, oh my god, we have so much to talk about and plan! Do you think Heath would want me to watch, you know, you two doing it? I mean, well I guess we will worry about it if it happens, oh Moira, I am so happy! Thank you!" she grabbed Moira and hugged her tightly kissing her firmly on the lips.
 
Moira felt more than a little breathless at the speed in which Caitlyn was moving forward with her, frankly, out of orbit idea. But she hadn’t seen her friend so enervated in ages and when Caitlyn hugged her, pulled her into her warmth and kissed her, Moira melted, her lips parting just enough, her eyes closing as she felt her friend embrace her, kiss her. Moira was a lesbian; Moira told herself this often. She just naturally appreciated her friend’s sexy sweetness the way any girl would appreciate a good friend.

When Caitlyn broke the kiss, Moira started replaying the conversation in her mind. “Wait,” she said with a half-smile, half expression of puzzlement. “Did you just say you might watch my ass bouncing up and down on your husband? Because I don’t think that’s a memory I want you carting around. It’s going to be bad enough that you watch it, but God forbid I was to get my “O” face on and have to justify getting off on Heath’s rod.” She laughed at herself. How had she gone from no way in hell to accepting that she and Heath might fuck, but not wanting her friend to watch?

She was shaking her head in dismay. “Can I rewind, because I think I just conceded that I would fuck your husband if given the chance and maybe you need to slap me once or twice now.” Her lips still tingled from the kiss Caitlyn had given her and that was another reason to feel guild. Thank God Caitlyn had no idea the kiss had meant more to Moira than just a peck on the lips between friends.
 
Caitlyn could see that Moira was almost there, she liked the idea of being
helpful, even if she didn't like the idea of having sex with Heath and
especially of doing it as a performance piece. She would get there though,
Caitlyn wondered what was more fun, convincing Moira to do it, watching
squirm and yet consent or the thought of Moira fucking for her. She smiled
a little as they held each other, she wondered if Moira was indeed gay, the
embrace and kiss lingering a little longer than what would be considered
normal for two straight female friends.

Moira broke the embrace to clarify what she had just consented to, yes,
Caitlyn thought, you did just exactly consent to do that.

"I know, I know, it's pretty extreme, extreme enough that you will be
making love with my husband, with me watching it just makes even more so. I
really don't know what he would prefer to be honest, he can be a little
shy, he might want me there, you know just as a security blanket, just so
he feels at ease and maybe I can guide him and you if needed, I am not sure
how I would feel watching it, I think it would be ok, it would be my gift
to him anyway, just to see him being sexual again, you would be like a
surrogate you know, does that make sense?" she said tilting her head, she
was hoping to appeal to her ego and sense of charity at once, yes, a
surrogate, that sounds so much better she thought to herself, a woman to
take her place during sex, she smiled as she looked downward, unable to
repress her pride at her newest tactic.
 
Moira had never thought of herself as a lesbian. She simply appreciated the beauty of both that male and female form. And she did have warm feelings for her dearest friend Caitlyn, but they had grown up together, shared secrets, played pranks, and slept in the same bed dozens of times growing up. Of course, she had an awareness of her friend’s body. There was a warmth that flowed through her stomach when she stood near Caitlyn, a perfectly natural feeling.

As she listened to Caitlyn talk, she felt like this was a terrible idea that might hurt her friendship with Caitlyn. Could the medication have affected her thinking? Moira wondered But then Moira heard the word surrogate and it suddenly sort of made sense. This was a real thing Moira thought. Some sort of therapy, she just didn’t remember the exact details. “So it would be like you were making love to Heath and I was just your surrogate,” Moira said slowly. “You could tell me what to do and it would be like you were doing it yourself.” She smiled almost with relief. “I think I get that, but only if Heath agreed. I don’t think your husband would want to do it anyway.” She clutched her friend’s hand. “I wouldn’t be doing anything you didn’t want, right?” Her voice trembled. She didn’t want to hurt her friend, but the way this had developed left her feeling confused about what was right.
 
Caitlyn could see that her surrogate approach hit all the right buttons in the altruistic Moira, she smiled a little, a smile she hoped appeared happy and appreciative rather than cold and gloating.

"Oh thank you Moira, you know you are more of a sister to me than my actual sister, she would never even come close to doing anything like this for me, it really is the best gift anyone could ever give to me right now, well asides from making me better of course!" she smiled and laughed as she held Moira some more.

"Oh, I wonder how we should proceed, do we ask Heath first, do we get you some sexy lingerie and present you to him, oh so many ideas the mind boggles, and of course I have to work out what he would prefer to have me watch or just leave you two at it" she thought a loud as if talking about the choice of pizza or burgers.
 
Moira felt like she was caught in an ever descending whirlpool. Caitlyn's mind moved so much faster than her and while Moira was still a little confused on how she had agreed to sleep with Heath, her dear friend Caitlyn had already moved on to what she should wear for her role as a sex surrogate. But then it had always been like that when they were both growing up.

Caitlyn's grades were usually near the top of the class, solid As. Where Moira struggled to pull a B- and a C+ grades were more routine. She wasn't slow or anything, she just wasn't "academic." Her eyes desperately looked around the cute kitchen her friend as if she could find sanctuary in the normalcy of the red and white farm patterns her friend had favored when she first got married and moved into this cute little cottage.

She reached out and stroked her friend's leg as if to find comfort there. "I guess I could dress nice for him and ... and ... well, I put myself in your hands," Moira said softly. "I mean I'm just taking your place, so you decide what you want me to do."
 
Caitlyn could see that Moira was just starting to catch up, at school Moira was never that great, she just managed to get by with a great deal of work where as Caitlyn breezed through her classes with little effort. She felt a little sympathy for Moira, she would be having sex with a man that she knew she didn't really like, but there was no one else Caitlyn would even dream of asking. Regardless of how she treated Moira at times, she really did love her with all her heart, Moira was the sister she never had, a sad thing to say given Caitlyn did have a blood sister.

She smiled kindly at Moira real love coursing through her.

Taking her hand she started to talk "Oh Moira, I know, I know, I have asked something very great from you. I know this will be challenging, but we will get through it, we will make it our very own adventure and we will be closer and stronger for it, perhaps we will work out how to get some money for special clothes, I don't know if you already have any? I am sure we will work it out, I will ask Heath tonight ok, if he would be interested in being with you, I am sure he would, you are much hotter than you think you are" she said to her, Moira was better looking, she always had been, Caitlyn knew this, and now with Caitlyn sick, Moira was streets ahead in the looks department.
 
Moira could not help feeling extremely nervous about this plan. If "I Love Lucy," had been an adult comedy in the full sense of that word, it was the kind of wacky scheme Lucy would have come up with. She could see her tell Ethel, I'm pregnant with Little Ricky. So you help me out be sleeping with Ricky, you know how hot blooded Cubans can be." But she was committed now and as she listened to Caitlyn talking, she knew that she couldn't bear to disappoint dearest Cait." It was also time for Moira to stop protesting and expressing doubt. If she was going to do it, she had to be fully invested. Otherwise, she would just make Caitlyn feel bad.

She smiled up at Caitlyn and squeezed her hand back. "It'll be an adventure." She laughed. But honestly, I don't know what you mean by special clothes. I've got some nice skirts and my underwear doesn't have holes in it." Truthfully, Moira had fairly vanilla tastes. She wasn't prudish, but she also wasn't particularly imaginative when it came to sex. Over the years, she had taken seven lovers and they all were rather sweet. If they didn't ring her bell, it wasn't their fault, she told herself.
 
"It will be an adventure for sure" Caitlyn said as she hugged Moira again tightly.

"Oh clothing wise, I don't know, I thought as this was a bit of a fantasy thing we could dress you up like a school girl or cheerleader, a cop that kind of thing make all very fun and glamourous you know, when I ask Heath I will find out if he would like something in particular, then again he might just want you naked in a pair of high heels, he loves heels Moira! Absolutely bat shit crazy over high heels and boots, I think that is all you would need to wear really, actually I think that would be it! You could just wear a long coat, high heels or boots and nothing underneath, you walk in and take it off and then, well..." she paused for a moment to act a little more coy than she really was, "Well then, you offer him your body, I think that would be sexy you know, you actually offering Heath your body to do with as he pleases, how do you feel about that sis" she said knowing Moira was hoping Heath wouldn't want to do this at all, she finished on the word "Sis" to keep the closeness thing happening.
 
Fantasy actually sounded fun to Moira. Her hazel green eyes brightened and a smile curved across her pretty bow of a mouth. It made it all seem less real and so much less intense. Moira had acted in high school and always enjoyed putting on another personality almost like a dress. It wasn't that she was a good actress, but pretending made her feel less shy. She maintained the hug, enjoying the warmth of Caitlyn's body, the sweetness of her breath, as her friend bubbled out with ideas excitedly. Finally, backing away, she smiled.

"I do have my old cheerleader costume. I can't promise you I'll be able to fit into it," she giggled. She was about five pounds heavier now than in high school. She paused flickering through her Halloween experiences. "We went as mimes one year and cowgirls another." Biting her lower lip a second, she added, "... and remember when you were Jabba the Hut and I was Princess Leah. You had me on a leash. That was kind of sexy, but also very silly. I could be his little slave girl ...." Her voice trailed off as she thought about that statement. "Little too kinky maybe. How about Catholic School girl in high heels? Too naughty?" She nodded.

What Moira loved was how her friend lit up and seemed more alive as they talked so utterly outrageous. She wanted to see that light in Caitlyn's eyes. "Okay this is maybe not right. But I'm a gift from you to Heath," Moira said, her mind working. We could try and come up with a sexy story like I'm his belated gift. Maybe I write out something where I give myself to you." When she mentioned giving herself to Caitlyn, Moira couldn't help that her breath came just a little faster and her breasts felt fuller. It was only natural, because they were talking about her having sex with Heath, Moira told herself. "I don't know," Moira said. "Just do whatever you want. I like the idea of you putting his hand on my breast though, holding it there to show him that this body belongs to you now. It's being used to pleasure Heath for you."
 
Caitlyn could see that she was starting to hit some nerves with Moira, the fantasy aspect had struck the right notes within her. What type of girl doesn't like to dress up and be desired? What type of woman wouldn't want to be a gift? It is rather seductive and sensual, she could see by Moira's smile, now more genuine that she had her hook, line and sinker.

"Hmmmm cheerleader sounds good, but yes I do remember the Princess Leia slave girl outfit, perhaps that would be the one, I could lead you in on a chain, perhaps even put you in a cage as well if we can? School girl another classic, I will talk to Heath and see if I can get some ideas from him." Caitlyn said to her naive friend.

She listened to Moira talk about a note and a script, like she would be giving Moira's body to Heath to be used instead of her own, the surrogate idea again. She could see Moira becoming more aroused by this idea, that she would give herself to Caitlyn so that Cait could pass her onto Heath, Moira wanted to be objectified it seemed, Caitlyn smiled.

"Oh that does sound interesting doesn't it baby, maybe I could even undress you for him? That would be fun don't you think?" Caitlyn still wondered if Moira was gay, she seemed to be blurring the lines at the very least, then she went silent another thought going through her mind.

"Moira, ummm.. do you think, well do you think I could take a photo of you, like your body, not nude but just in your underwear, I could show Heath when I ask him, ask him if he would like to have some fun with your body, I won't tell him it is you and I won't photograph your face, I just figure if he could see your hot body it might help him decide?" Caitlyn asked wondering if Moira would strip for her.
 
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