Dammit, when will they *learn*, if you want a job done *right*, hire a goddamned WOMAN! GRRRR!" It's hard to tell, but this is half the reason that I so love this job. Not only do I get paid extra every time those morons screw up, but I get to indulge in a bit of histrionics as well. They'll never hire a woman to do it right, so they end up paying me twice as much in consulting fees to do it over. With luck, this little fiasco, aside from keeping me up for a few days, will also pay for much of that Gold Wing that Michelle has been lusting after. I went off to the bedroom to pack my stuff for the weekend, and interrupted Michelle in the middle of, ahem, shall we say "enjoying herself"? "Don't mind me, love, I just need to get some clothes and shit packed. Looks like another flight to Springfield." At least *I* get the Frequent Flyer miles . She helped me pack, while I got my makeup bag together. While gathering my face paint, I remembered something - Rachel's clan-J bracelet! I never finished that for her! Now, see, this isn't just a small thing. The clan jewelry keeps me "in touch" with my grrls, all over North America. By wearing mine, I can feel what the others who are wearing it feel. With Michelle already to the point of "enjoying herself", and them being home alone, I knew darned well what was going to happen.

Since I already have a *strong* telempathic link with Michelle, and can *always* feel her when she gets going, I thought I'd try "listening in" on Rachel at the same time. "Hon, will you please throw my blue silk dress and the matching heels, and some hose, together for me? I have something to finish before I leave." "No problem, Jean." I kissed her as I walked out (and copped a quick feel, too, while I was at it). She smiled at me. I went to the spare room, and quickly finished a bracelet to match Rachel's necklace. Going back to the living room, I held it out for her. "Rachel, love, here's the matching bracelet to your necklace. Now, please, as a favor to me, don't take this off, ok? You may remove the necklace, but not the bracelet, not till I tell you it's OK. Got that?" "Got it, Chief. Hey, this fits like a glove!" She twisted her arm around, and the bracelet hardly moved.

Before I went to bed that night (as usual, sandwiched between two of the sweetest young women around), I put on my full clan-j set. I was up at five-thirty, to give me time to get all prettified. It's hard work, being a lipstick lesbian, but *somebody* has to do it. Might as well be me. *smile* I wore my teal-green silk suit and flats to the airport, cause it shows off my (dyed) red hair so beautifully. As I left, I kissed both my grrls gently on the toes as they slept. Rachel giggled a bit and pulled away. She's a tad ticklish. While waiting for the plane, I had to endure yet another totally clueless self-centered het guy hitting on me.

When I pointed out to him that I'm a lesbian, he wanted to watch. At least he left when I told him that my name *used* to be John. I had the satisfaction of watching this already- slightly-drunk butthead turn green, and lurch off to the bathroom. There are some advantages to being trans, after all. *bwahahahahaha* When I arrived, I found out that they had never run even a *single* backup, since day one. See, that was going to be the job of the new guy that they were going to hire, but then they had a hiring freeze on, and just never got around to it. I dug in my purse, and took out the roll of root beer flavored Round Tuits (kind of like Lifesavers, really), and told them they no longer had an excuse. "Glad I brought the programs with me!", I thought, while armpits deep in the mess that used to be their database. Somebody had turned the fileserver off late in the afternoon, and the entire thing was well and truly scrod.

I was going to be there until late Saturday, at the earliest. Back at home, the grrls had gotten themselves off to school on time (one advantage of being trans - I never had to put up with them when they were little. Michelle gets up fine, but Rachel takes a few tries before she really wakes up). Michelle got out first, and when she got home, I felt it. She headed straight to her "toy" collection, and "copped a buzz", as I call it. I felt her doing it, and checked on the clan set to see that Rachel wasn't there. I jotted down the time, that she was alone, and that she only came once, and continued my work. Later that evening, when Rachel returned home, they were at it again. This time, since I was there alone, I put Donna Lewis on a secretary's CD Rom drive, turned her speakers up, and "linked" with Michelle, to the song, "I love you always and forever".

See, it's weird, but ever since Michelle and I first met and made love, I can always tell when she's having sexual fun. That's the *only* time when *I* get horny, too. I still have no real use for this kind of bond, and I've never heard of anybody else with this psychic ability - I guess it's not one that had any survival benefits over the eons. I keep writing them down when they happen, documenting this ability, and to date, unless I've been sound asleep, I've caught her every time. Maybe some day we'll be rich and famous because of this - yeah, and if you believe that, let me show you this bridge I have for sale... But between that ability, and my being able to see what she sees, well, it can get interesting. This time, being linked with her, *and* feeling her sexual thrills, *and* feeling Rachel at the same time, well, I'm just glad that much of my work involved waiting for the PC to do stuff. I was in no real shape to do much :) I've always been an exhibitionist, but now I got to be a voyeur too! I was in Michelle's head, a full sensory linkup, seeing with her eyes (a closeup of Rachel's blonde muff), hearing with her ears (slightly muffled by Rachel's hands on them, pulling 'Chelle's face tightly to herself), and, more importantly, tasting and smelling what she smelled, while at the same time, feeling from Rachel's end exactly how good that felt! For a good hour plus, I didn't get *any* work done at all (but I billed them anyway, seeing as how I'd not eaten yet), while they went at it. Rachel came twice, quickly, then Michelle did, three times in twenty minutes. I had sense enough to jot down all the relevant information - who came, when, how often, and what caused it. The next day, while I set up the program to rebuild all the doubly-linked lists in the database, they were at it again.

This time I "caught" Rachel and Michelle doing some mutual masturbation, and, later on, some tribadism (look it up if you don't know the word). By late that evening, I was finished with the fixup, and made my reservations for the plane trip home. When I called home to tell them I'd be back Sunday before noon, I also told Michelle exactly what she had been doing, and when. When she kept telling me to shut up, and giggling, I knew that I had it almost to the minute. I never should have told her... Never, *ever* tell your lovers something like that. While I was en route, she was not "doing" anything... I should have been very suspicious about that. I put the Jeep away and walked in, carrying my bags. They were waiting for me. I wrestled, but hampered with luggage (and the desire not to hurt anybody or anything), the two of them overcame me, and soon they had me bound and gagged. "So, you enjoyed the show we put on, did you?" sneered Rachel, as Michelle stood by me, menacingly. "You liked to watch us, eh?" Michelle commented. "Well, we know how to deal with that!" They both made quite sure that I was comfortable, took me to the bathroom, put a glass of water and some pretzels in a bowl beside me, then handcuffed my arms together and tied me to the chair.

I had a great view of the bed... and could do nothing else but watch the show they put on. They started by stripping each other, in a very sexy striptease. Some of their clothing wound up landing on me when they threw it. I think they did that on purpose. Next, they gave each other a tongue bath, licking everywhere. This was tormenting me! They were so *sexy*, so *sensual* about it, and I longed to be there helping! (Yes, if I *really* had to, I could pop the cuffs (we use play cuffs, they do not *need* a key to remove), but that would have ended the scene. I wanted to see what else they had in mind.) Next, Rachel pulled out a bowl of fruit, and Michelle a can of whipped cream. Rachel took a strawberry between her teeth, and they kissed. I saw the juice dripping down Michelle's chin, and then Rachel licked it clean. Then, Rachel lay on her back, and Michelle carefully put two pineapple rings around her nipples, and a cherry over the middle. She then licked them clean in a spiral, ending when she ate the fruit off, and sucked greedily on Rachel's breasts. I was getting my punishment in spades.

I was still able to feel this whole thing, through Rachel's bracelet and Michelle's bond with me, and I was able to see it, and I couldn't touch! I have to say, both my grrls sure know how to be wickedly sadistic when they want to. At least I had my hands sort of free. I unbuttoned my silk blouse, popped my bra (front-close racer-back, the kind I *always* wear), and began to fondle my breasts, the chain between the cuffs cold against my chest. I looked up when I heard giggling, to see Michelle on her back, whipped cream all over her chest. The contrast of the white whipped cream and her chocolate-brown skin was a sight to behold. Rachel dived in face first, and then looked up at me. With whipped cream covering her face, she licked her lips, wiped some off, and winked at me! She *knew* what she was doing to me, and she was enjoying it! Ooooh, those two! When I get my hands on them, I'll give them a tongue-lashing like they've never had before. (*chuckle* That's probably exactly what they wanted, too.) Soon Michelle was licking Rachel's face for the last of the whipped cream. "Will you at least save me the nitrous?" I mumbled through the gag. Either they heard me, or they had no plans for that buzz tonight, because they left the empty can on the table. Next thing I knew, Michelle had her legs off the bed, face down, and Rachel had a new toy, something they must have just bought, a black strap-on. Michelle had talked about this, but we'd never done more than just talk.

I watched, and Michelle squirmed, as Rachel put on a glove, lubed up Michelle's ass, and slid the condom-covered toy inside. It looked like fun! The thing wasn't really large, and apparently Michelle felt no discomfort as Rachel began pushing it in and out. Soon they were both moaning, and I felt / saw Rachel come, then Michelle soon thereafter. What happened next really blew my mind. Rachel pulled out, and tossed the condom in the trash. She unstrapped the toy, and handed it to Michelle, who put it on. Rachel then strolled over to untie me, and she pulled me over to the bed with them. "I wanna try something real different, Jean. Lie on your back." I did so, all excited, trying to anticipate what she wanted.