“Two hundred twelve…two hundred fifteen…two hundred and thirty-two?” The scarlet-headed woman muttered as she made hurried paces down an alley. Apartment complexes pressed tightly to each other emptied out on either side. The woman halted and went to stomp back to see how she could have missed nearly twenty buildings in a five-foot span.
Unfortunately, her foot pressed down too hard on her black heels, snapping the support. Her sheer, black dress not giving her the freedom to recover her balance, the young woman nearly toppled over. She let out a yelp of fear.
Rather than blood and cement, the young woman found salty sweat filling her mouth. Soft hands helped her back onto her feet where she was forced to look into a mirror of her own face. The only difference was the face wasn’t flushed with frustration and….her tits were a full three cup sizes larger and seemed to glisten with sweat from the effort of supporting their mass. The clone held up the young woman until she could kick off the shoes.
“Hang on! Thought I heard something!” A gruff voice shouted. From between two buildings an older woman dressed in comfortable, baggy clothing stepped out. She looked at the pair of redheads and asked bluntly, “You two aren’t sisters, are you?”
“N-no, I’m Francine. This doesn’t have a name.” The less busty redhead motioned to the other with exasperation.
With a sigh and resting her hands on her full hips, the new woman shook her head. She explained, “No, it does. But that doesn’t matter right now. Let me guess, you were looking for building two nineteen, right?”
“Yes!” Francine nodded furiously.
“Follow me, both of you,” The woman hooked her veined finger and disappeared between the buildings. Francine held her shoes in one hand as she carefully followed the woman to notice a flight of stairs leading down. A simple, steel door had numbers stenciled into the side; 215-231.
Opening the door led to a small lounge area set up similar to a hotel. A simple desk with a TV and a computer sat in one corner while the more public waiting area took up the rest of the space. A bead curtain blocked the view beyond.
The older woman returned to her position behind the desk where a large man stood with his arms folded, obviously prepared for trouble. Tapping him on the thigh, the woman motioned for Francine to come closer.
“Get over here and let’s get you going. What’d you say your name was?”
“Francine.”
“I’m Matilda, Doctor Matilda if you’re worried.” The woman jerked her thumb to a side wall where a PhD hung. Her finger then moved to the busty clone. “I take it you’re here about her, right?”
“Y-yes. She just appeared and started following me around! I can’t understand why!”
“Really? H-cup tits and you can’t think of a single reason she’d suddenly appear?”
“No! And I resent the implication…”
“Sorry, hun, but cut the shit. I ain’t getting any prettier, smearing myself in your bullshit,” Matilda cut the young woman off and extended her hand to the busty clone. Her pale skin flushed as she reached out and let Matilda take her hand. The older woman asked, “What is your name, my dear?”
“Um, I’m Luanne, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The clone curtsied elegantly.
“Excellent. Now, Luanne, do you have any preferences?”
“W-well, um, is he available?” Luanne blushed as she raised a finger towards the robust man. Her green eyes flicked over to her before he scoffed and returned to looking at the computer monitor.
Matilda raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Looking for something meaty?”
“H-he’s just so big…I’m a bit scared but…” The clone drifted off, lowering her eyes.
“Aw, why not? Been a while for you too, right Sean?” Matilda slapped the large man’s thigh again. He grunted in disapproval. The older woman shook her head, “Now now, no need to get anxious. You’ll do fine. Go on, I promise not to leave the desk till you get back. Now, Francine, go with them.”
Shoulders slumping in defeat, Sean ran his thick fingers through the cropped, chestnut curls on his head. Then, taking Luanne by the hand, he lead her through the beaded curtains. As the trio walked down the halls, behind certain doors were pants and screams.
Halting in front of door 229, Sean pulled out a key and lead the ladies inside. A humble, one-bedroom apartment lay beyond with a king-size bed with a large bookshelf within arm’s reach. Luanne walked over and ran her fingers along the book's spines. Reading the titles she turned to Sean asking, “Have you read all of these?”
“Y-yeah, there’s not much to do when you work security for a small setup like this,” The man turned away. Luanne smiled sincerely and threw her arms around the much larger man. Burying her face into his broad chest at first, she looked up and cooed, “I’ve always loved books but there’s never enough time to read!”
“Not even on the way to work? Or in the evening?” Sean asked, moving to sit on the side of the bed.
Luanne shook her head, “Not when you’re a personal assistant. My boss pesters me from dawn to dusk. And when it’s not chores, he gropes me. I hate it but the money is so good I’ll…”
“What are you doing?” Francine demanded in a shrill voice.
Luanne winced and recoiled from the shout, curling up to hide against Sean’s side. His arm protectively wrapped around him as she slowly unfurled, “W-what do you mean? I was just…”
“Just telling my life story to some stranger!”
“Now, now, there’s no need to get so heated,” Sean held up a protective hand. His emerald eyes meet the aquamarine ones of Francine. Taking a breath to calm himself Sean said, “We have a strict policy of confidentiality here. Nothing said can or will be used without your express permission. Plus, it’s helping her relax so it’s a good thing.”
“Good thing? She’s babbling on about me like she knows me! I don’t even know why I’m here! What she is! I’m here because my best friend told me to come here for help but all I’ve gotten is insulted by that old witch and…” Francine slumped onto the floor, “And…my shoes broke. And I’m tired! And!”
Francine sobbed as Sean rose to stand. His strong hands easily lifted the smaller woman up into his arms to set her down on the bed. Sean spoke softly, “You had an imaginary friend as a child, right? Luanne is like that. She’s a manifestation of your desires. And apparently what you desire is someone to vent to.”
“I-I have friends,” Francine objected.
“Who? Jessica who cares about her bank account more than anything? Pauline, the career woman whose mantra is ‘just suck it up and suck them off to get ahead’? Twilly, who goes through men like clean underwear?” Luanne inquired accusingly. Her soft fingers found the buttons on Sean’s shirt. As she spoke each button came undone till his robust, bare chest was plain in the fluorescent light.
Luanne’s fingers ran along his bare, unyielding flesh, tracing the hills and peaks of his body. Turning to place his large hands on her hips, Sean lifted the smaller woman up into a slow, sensuous kiss. Luanne tugged on her dress, letting her breasts spill out as she greedily sucked on the large man’s tongue.