Milking Leads

Sexual Investigations Book II, Chapter 6

Donna rolled groggily from her bunk at the District Station. Set in a long room, there were three sleeping pads in each row, twenty-one in this section, built into the smooth walls. Only four others were occupied, by officers from other divisions and special guests or visitors. The lighting was low, appropriate for sleeping, and there were no windows. Lights beeped on consoles near each unit, attached to small storage compartments for personal effects. Donna had been sleeping at the station since Renata's disappearance. She'd sent Boxer a message to lock her place down and keep an eye on things.

The apartment just reminded her too much of Renata's absence, and if she thought about the tall sexy blonde too much Donna got depressed. Considering the woman was her case right now not thinking about her was a touch difficult and Donna figured she'd take any help she could get. Padding nude into the communal wardrobe compartment, she showered, and had the machine dress her in plainclothes. A purple shirt that showed plenty of midriff, a tiny brown jacket, and thick blue-black slacks. A belt for her shock pistol holster. Donna fitted her comp-access choker, then left the bunks, entering the station's public corridors.

She headed down a wide white, black, and blue path to meet the nearest lift nexus. There she boarded one to the level of Investigations and entered the concourse. Immediately Cloudy, the odd spherical AI-secretary, floated up to her. "Happy morning, Donna! Things'll look up soon, don't you worry. Can't hide someone as stacked as our German friend forever."

Donna smiled, nodding. "Thanks, Cloudy. Twins busy?"

"Probably not." The device floated a bit higher, to Donna's shoulder level, turning to look over the large oval space. "At least, not with each other."

Thick white railings rounded the second and third levels, broken where curved stairs allowed access up and down. There were two dozen offices for the various components of Investigations, each room broad with tall windowed fronts. Donna had an place here too, but she preferred to think her office was on the street. Or in a bed. Sexual offenses, unlike most investigative tasks, were best sought through a hands-on manner.

Darkness, however, was not the average sexual offender. They were well connected, perhaps to the point of having influence on the city's central computer. Donna hoped that was just idle speculation on her part.

A third the way around the room, on the second level, was the offices devoted to the Financial Crimes portion of Investigations. Three rooms and five total officers marked out that domain, of which the twins Susan Darkin and Sally Thameron were in overall command. Through the clear front of their office Donna saw both women sharing an extra-wide, tall-backed rolling chair, placed behind a broad black and blue topped desk. Holograms floated before them showing charts, numbers, and graphs of all sorts. Their lips mumbled comments as they sorted through data, hunting down financial criminals or rogue investment AIs or whatever.

The pair's potential adversaries confused her. Especially their motivations. Donna did not quite grasp financial crime. Everyone received a generous social wage, allowing for more than comfortable living. The worst the least wealthy could say is they might not be able to afford an apartment with an auto-dressing wardrobe like Donna had. Or the latest gene-fix to enhance one's chest might be out of reach. But everyone could boast a clean, well-kept home with an AI manager, plenty of food, and the free time to indulge in the many, many entertainments for the mind and body (or both) on offer within 27th century New York.

For those who were rich, though, the story seemed different. Satisfaction did not become them. And so they stole via complex schemes of market manipulation, tax avoidance, pyramid schemes, computer and AI tricks, and a host of other measures Donna usually learned about when the twins celebrated some collar or another. Since they were the experts, she'd asked them to look into Darkness when her own search on the Six Shooter Plumbing Service had come up with nothing.

Striding around the lowest path, Donna climbed the stairs and knocked on the glass of the office's double sliding doors. One of the twins, both light skinned with long auburn hair and the same oval face and blue eyes, glanced from her screens, smiled and waved Donna in. She stepped through, and settled on a comfortable, wide couch near the desk.

Watching their holograms, the twins whispered about market factors and derivatives and things Donna didn't understand. One arm around each other as they reclined in the extra-wide seat, their shapely legs were kicked up on the desk. The posture gave the illusion they'd been joined at the hip. Donna patiently let their eyes flit back and forth over the masses of numbers and charts a moment longer, then said, "Anything on that HoverVan? Or the plumbers?"

"Afraid not, Donna," said Sally. Or Susan. Donna couldn't pick them apart, even when they wore different clothing. Which was not the case today. Both women wore blue and white shirts tucked into dark slacks, tied with cute emerald studded belts, brown leather jackets over all.

"Obviously a front," added the other. Susan. Or Sally. "We traced a lot of payments around the central banking system, but so far only found more fronts. Whatever this is, it goes deep. Just how I like it." She smiled and her partner giggled. Donna grinned.

"So, is that something you normally handle?" Donna said, resisting the urge to chew her fingernail. It'd been six days since Renata's abduction, and all she'd learned was there was a lot to learn about finance. The pair of detectives continued to watch their screens, raising lazy arms to adjust views or change the data being displayed.

"Yes, but this case is odd," one woman said, frowning. "Don't get us wrong, we're glad to help. I love a mystery. I suspect there's likely a physical payment somewhere along the trail. We'll have to trace that from a deposit or a withdrawal inside the system, track down the bearing credit chip. Or it could be a transfer within a shadowbank system. We close them down when we find them, but well, they get better at hiding all the time."

"Whack-a-mole," said the other, nodding.

Donna clenched her teeth. She'd spent some time on her own searching, but without a clear place to start it had soon proved pointless. She'd thought to visit every milk bar in and around D5, D6, and D7, tasting any fare that claimed to be all-natural, in case Renata was being milked as Donna had done. No such luck. Either whoever had Renata was not selling her bounty or they were selling it somewhere else. Donna wasn't sure she'd even know Renata's milk.

"Hey, Donna."

The concerned tone startled Donna, who realized her fists were clenched rather hard. She forced herself to relax. Both officers were looking at her, concern in the dual blue-eyed gaze. They stood, walking round the desk to sit against the top, still keeping an arm around each other. Definitely joined at the hip, at least in spirit. "We'll lock this one down. We always do."

Donna tried a smile. "Right. Thanks, both of you." She made to stand--

Sally with right hand and Susan with left advanced to push on her shoulder, keeping her in the couch. Donna blinked at them. "You need to relax," they both said, "and we can help with that. Captain's orders." Donna made a face. Captain Hallster had indeed asked the other officers of Investigations to keep an eye on her. She'd had more than a few encounters at the station the last week as a result, each refreshing in its own way. She'd thought about protesting, but being "taken care of" was nice. And Donna was hardly one to refuse sex.

"Just sit back and enjoy, Donna," the twins went on, now both speaking at once, in precisely the same tone and cadence. It made for an odd stereo effect, almost hypnotic. Donna suspected they had some kind of telepathic connection. She'd heard of devices that could facilitate that on certain levels.

The officers knelt before her seat, quickly unzipping her slacks and pulling out her girl cock. Donna felt ashamed that she was only half-hard. The twins were attractive women, and there were two of them, exciting enough to get anyone rock hard. Working their fingers on Donna's fuckflesh brought her to full mast in an instant. Both women started licking from the base up, on either side. Delicate fingers fondled her full balls, squishing the seed-bearing orbs playfully. Shuddering with delight, Donna noticed the pair paused to share a kiss now and then. She worried they'd forget about her soon, a common occurrence with the twins.

They stayed on task this time, however, one woman licking the base of her fember or taking a ball into her mouth while the other sucked the head. Now and then they traded. Donna gasped with the pleasure, sensing their tongues all over her hard girl cock. Pre-cum spurted with a wonderful sense of building heat as her climax neared. The officers sucked the clear substance down greedily, removing their jackets and shirts in turns, keeping constant pressure on Donna.

Donna felt fingers entering her cunt, twirling her insides, teasing out even more pleasure. She gasped again, shuddering under the delicate touches of the twins. Heat bloomed in her shaft, and Donna called out, "Unnh, it's coming!"

Despite heavy breathing and distracting sensations racing through her body, cunt, and hardened girl dick, Donna witnessed a brief battle between the twins. Their mouths fought over the head of her cock. One woman's fingers were around the base, pumping insistently, while the other worried Donna's cunt, pushing her right to the absolute edge. By the time Donna's resistance collapsed in a glorious explosion of warmth, the dam breaking inside and letting hot seed squirm up her shaft, Sally had won. Mouth clamped firmly over Donna's fember tip, her blue eyes left her partner, watching Donna with a victorious, lustful stare.

Hot cum burst from Donna's fember, filling the woman's mouth with girl goo. Sally swallowed hungrily, taking all of the spend. When the blasting finally ceased, the woman's lips left the girl cock with a satisfied gasp. A late bubbling line of cum pulsed free, but barely made headway on Donna's cock before the other woman lapped it up.

"Cheater," said Susan, glaring at her partner. "I'm going first." She stood to draw down her pants and then a delicate pair of green and silver panties. Sally remained on her knees, hands on Donna's thighs, eyes closed as she savored the taste and fullness of the cum she'd swallowed. Sally brushed her aside, settling on Donna in reverse cowgirl position.

Donna moaned as the delicate folds of Susan's cunt descended around her waiting fember, grasping every inch of her massive girl dick. Sally recovered, rose, and removed her own pants and underwear, then settled atop Susan, facing her and driving both women's weight down upon Donna. Sally shifted her hips, rubbing her insides on Donna's fember. It was not long before a burning warmth indicating coming climax returned.

The twins made out with each other while Susan rode Donna, grasping each other's breasts and bodies with wanton lust. Donna couldn't help but grin at the hungry way they touched each other, between admiring Susan's ass riding atop her girl dick. She grasped Susan's hips, fingers digging into firm, toned flesh, encouraging the woman to ride faster as the activity grew more heated.

When an expected warmth flared in her fember, Donna latched on to the building energy of approaching climax, automatically falling on Renata's meditations. She'd been practicing, which unfortunately made resistance harder. The energy seemed to demand use, and she'd denied it for so long now since Renata's abduction. With her cunt trembling and her girl dick throbbing, seed firing up the shaft into Susan's waiting, warm, wet cunt, Donna aligned her mental tumblers, altering orgasmically pulsating muscles in the manner of Renata's family technique.

The effect on Susan was immediate. She trembled, arms falling slack at her side, whole body shaking. She cried out, "O-o-o-hhhhh! Fuck! Fah-- Fah-- Fuuuuuuuck!" Donna kept fucking her, thrusting up as much as she was able while the woman bounced erratically upon her. Sally, clutching her partner from the front in a tight hug, whispered in her ear, "What's happening, Susan? Tell me! Oh, please, tell me!"

Literally fucked silly by Donna, Susan could only answer with gasps, sharp sudden squeaks, and moans that suggested she was melting down to wonderful sexual oblivion. Her cunt exploded with fluid, soaking Donna from the waist down and splashing her partner. Sally watched Donna, who's eyes were closed as she focused, pumping load after load inside Susan's cunt, all the while strumming the woman's insides with precise twitches of her fember. White seed spurted free, slathering their hips, splashing on Sally, who clutched her close partner fiercely.

Donna was focused on the sexual energy, finding her intense pleasure bolstered by the joyous sense of directing it upon another. She came again and again, constant, wonderful orgasms of which she had a complete, fulfilling sensation, seemingly beyond what she'd come to think of as normal sex.

Finally Susan collapsed backward on to Donna, auburn hair brushing her sweaty face. Head lolling aside, she moaned quietly as her body continued shivering with aftershocks. Donna maintained the flow of orgasmic power as cum and cunt juice spilled liberally from Susan's cunt, not quite finished.

"Donna!" Sally said. Donna felt her hands on her face, and then fingers peeling an eye open. "Donna, what did you do?"

This distraction caused the workings of orgasmic power to flee her grasp. Donna's cunt shivered, letting out one last sluicing flow of juice and her fember convulsed for several further bursting strands of white goo, before retreating to a relatively calm state. Delightful, teasing aftershocks spurted up her shaft, pale ghosts of the orgasmic intensity moments earlier. Eagerness remained in her body, the strength of the energy still present. The break had its own, softer, less immediate pleasurable sensations to offer, so Donna let out a long low sigh. She said, "I, uh... Something I learned from Lieutenant Deckholdt. It was an accident, though, I didn't me--"

Hauling Susan's unconscious form up with a grunt, Sally turned her partner aside. A light slap and a few quick words failed to rouse the stunned officer. Sally quickly dragged the nude, properly fucked woman off Donna, who frowned. This was very un-twin-like behavior, showing such a lack of concern for her partner. She settled on Donna firmly, expertly guiding Donna's hard fember into her waiting, wet snatch. Locking her thighs by Donna's waist, she leaned forward, nearly glaring. "Show me. That's an order! I need to feel what she felt, Donna! I have to know!"

Right, they share everything, Donna remembered. Sally probably couldn't stand that Susan had had an experience she hadn't, and wouldn't be right in the head til she did. Well, the pair were fellow officers. Renata probably wouldn't mind if she gave them a taste or two of the technique.

"Do it to me, Donna. Do it!" Sally urged, launching a wild ride atop Donna, hips bucking as her cunt squished firmly against the fember inside. Sally closed her eyes, clear look of anticipation on her face, waiting for whatever had struck her partner so suddenly and delightfully. Donna felt the smooth folds of her sex grinding pleasantly on the hard shaft of her girlcock. Sally's curving tits bounced as she moved. Donna settled hands on the woman's hips, glad to let her do most of the work. Soon Donna was ready to burst again, and this time she focused deliberately.

Warmth glowed in her shaft, presaging the cum waiting to explode into Sally's cunt. As the firing began, the hot seed shooting up inside her, Donna channeled the energy of her orgasm. Her fember twitched and throbbed in just the right way. Sally shrieked, eyes flipping open like she'd been splashed with cold water. She clutched at Donna's breasts, squeezing tight as she squirmed in ecstasy. Then she squeaked and her cunt flushed over Donna's stomach, spilling copious amounts of girl juice.

"Haa-- Haa-- Oh, fuck! Fuck!" Sally gasped. Her body jerked spastically in response to Donna's fucking, girl dick buried deep inside, spitting seed and throbbing throughout a continuous orgasm. It was not long before Sally was rendered as limp as her partner, collapsed atop Donna, their breasts mashed together. Donna drank in the sensations, aware of each motion of her girl cock, and every responding involuntary spasm of Sally's cunt. Her seed dripped from the woman's sex, coating their thighs.

Renata's technique left Donna with energy for days, and little to spend it on except instructing her body in exacting arts of pleasure. Drawing the energy into her girl cock and her cunt, indulging in the delightful sharing, Donna saw no reason to stop. Eventually, however, the energy seemed to reach a natural crescendo and she slowly brought her body down from fantastic orgasmic heights, delighting in the wild impulses flying through her as she relaxed control. Her stiff fember throbbed inside a wet cunt. Her breasts heaved with each breath, slick with sweat, mashing into Sally's slightly bigger pair.

Susan was laid out next to them on the couch, slumbering where her partner had set her, after so quickly and crudely removing her from atop Donna. As Donna turned her head on the broad sofa, glancing that way, she found Susan's blue eyes open. They met Donna's, weary yet satisfied, then flicked to the unconscious woman laying atop her.

Susan nodded, then smiled a tired smile. "You had to do her too." Donna nodded. "So, what was that? Felt fucking amazing, like I was losing my mind." After Donna explained, Susan asked, "Can you teach us?"

"I don't know. I'd have to ask Ren--" Donna winced at the thought of Renata, intruding more fiercely now that the distraction of orgasmic energy coursing through her body was absent.

Susan reached out, rubbing Donna's shoulder gently. "Hey. We'll find her, Donna. I know it. Consider the pair of us suitably motivated. As if we weren't before."

"Great," Donna said, reclining. She focused on the feel of her fember within Sally's cunt, how the seed and cunt juice squished around, basking in the afterglow. Susan tried to wake her partner, but then gave up and cuddled close to Donna until Sally came to naturally. Donna joined both in their small wardrobe shower, larger than usual, fitted double-size due to their constant togetherness. The officers cleaned and dressed, and found Cloudy commanding the cleaning robots to deal with the mess they'd made. Both of them thanked Donna for the ride, and she made her way out of Investigations concourse, heading to the vehicle docks. There she boarded Betsy, asking the SquadCar cruise the city at random.

As she dwelt on possible destinations, the SquadCar said, "Still got some messages from Damien Calonsus in your logs, Donna. There was another one this morning."

Clenching her teeth, Donna silently cursed the machine. Damien had been sending messages to her front account, so they were addressed to Melanie but routed through the station service. She hated seeing them; another reminder of how she'd wronged Renata. Donna felt angry at herself for that, though, because Damien had been a fine lay, and seemed a nice enough fellow. And Honey Land was a decent milk bar. Maybe there are some leads there I could check out.

Donna winced. I'd have to explain things to him. She sighed as duty won out. Getting Renata back was worth far larger sacrifices than her personal discomfort. "Alright, Betsy. Put them on the console here."

"Here ya go, toots!"

As she expected, most messages were concerned with the supply of natural milk Melanie had promised to deliver. A month was stipulated in her contract, but then she'd flaked out after only a week. There was concern as to where Melanie was too, of course, but it seemed secondary to his interested in Honey Land's business. This was something of a loose end which should be tied up, Donna knew. And part of her felt she owed Damien an apology and explanation. Not a complete one, he didn't need to know about what she'd done to Renata, but something to assuage him.

While considering the visit another idea struck Donna. "Betsy, set a course for Honey Land." As the SquadCar lurched into motion, Donna focused on developing her plan. Plenty of the bar's patrons had sampled Renata's milk for the week she'd been hauling, so maybe some of the milkies would recognize the taste elsewhere. I could recruit a dozen agents from Honey Land alone, maybe more. She smiled. None of them had to be told much about the case, either. It was the perfect plan. I should have done this that first day.

There was a flaw, of course. Darkness might not be milking Renata (inconceivable, Donna decided; it was Renata) or they might avoid selling the milk. Darkness probably didn't need the money. Donna fought through this, retaining optimism; here was something she could do.

Betsy landed outside Honey Land, in a small lane designated for hovering vehicles, before the smooth purple, black, and white decor of a curving facade clearly designed to resemble several sets of breasts. The SquadCar, presently decorated in black, silver, and blue, and on the angular side when it came to curves, looked far too close to the real police vehicle it actually was for Donna's tastes, but she'd found the dismal color scheme and shape pleasing the last few days. Donna imagined it made the people shuffling about the milk bar's main entrance give her a wide berth, even though her short top, small jacket, and thin slacks, hardly screamed police. She strode through the broad double doors into the wide interior of Honey Land, a woman on a mission.

The usual mix of patrons and servants cavorted inside. The mood seemed more lively than last she'd been, with every seat at the bar taken, and the tenders working quickly to fill orders or offer breasts for a sip. Most of the private booths were occupied. Donna saw a few of the regulars she recognized, and Deirina among the staff, the slight, tanned, dark haired servant she'd met the first day. The woman noticed Donna and her purple eyes flashed with a haughty disdain. Donna thought for sure she was going to come taunt her, but she had two patrons at her tits right then, sucking gleefully on whatever her flavors were today.

Crossing the broad room, Donna sought Damien's office, climbing the stairs over the booths. At the door, she knocked, and entered with his quick word. The dark skinned man glanced up from his place at the desk, did a double take, and then snorted. "At least you're still alive. I was worried."

"About your milk, I'm sure" Donna said, looking through the holographic screen he was studying. More figures on which she wasted no time dwelling. Finance stuff; if she had any suspicions concerning Honey Land she'd have the twins look into that. She sighed, annoyed with herself at the snarky response, but it was his messages that had set her mood coming here. He couldn't know, but she thought he should have more concern for why the milk was missing.

She said, "I'll just get this out of the way, Damien. My name's not Melanie. It's Donna Riggs. Lieutenant Donna Riggs of District 10, Sexual Investigations--" she winced at his start, fear entering his eyes. I could have handled that better. Shaking her head, she pushed on, "I am sorry about the deception, misleading you. I was selling you milk as part of an operation, one that's been compromised. It has nothing to do with your business, but now I could use some help."

He relaxed slowly, reclining in his seat. Donna chewed her lip, aware of her continuing attraction to that square, strong, dark chocolate face. She had missed having a reason to come to Honey Land since Renata's abduction. "Well, thanks for the explanation. Can't say I appreciate being used, but it was for a good cause, right?"

Clenching her teeth, Donna gave a sharp nod, not trusting herself to speak.

"Then, how else can I help you, Lieutenant Riggs?"

She tried a sensual smile. "Donna, please. I'd like to think we still have a good working relationship. Among other things."

A slight smile showed on his lips, and there was a certain look in his eye, one that did much to put Donna at ease. He said, warmly, "I think we do. Donna."

She smiled. They'd certainly have more cause to meet in the future, if she based her efforts around what she could learn in Honey Land. Those meetings, hopefully, would be far less talkative. And more messy. "I need a list of patrons that consumed the milk I brought. I want to speak to them. And I'd like to speak to some of your staff, those that are deep inside milky culture."

Damien tapped his lip. "Patrons could take some time. We have surveillance records, but I'd need police perm-- Well, I'm sure you've got that covered. I'll have my LawyerComp interface with yours on the matter. As to the staff--" he waved her toward the door "--you can get started right away, I imagine. How much discretion do you need?"

Crossing her arms, Donna tapped her foot while she thought. Letting Darkness know she was on the trail could help or hurt. Darkness might flee with Renata, becoming harder to find, or they might become aggressive, potentially creating more opportunities to crack the case. Unable to decide, she felt keeping things close to the chest was wiser at the moment. "Don't speak to anyone about this unless I give word, including your staff. I might let some of them in on things, but I don't want this to spread."

Nodding, Damien said, "May I know what's happened? What's at stake here?"

Pursing her lips, Donna fixed him with her most commanding stare, mostly to avoid coming to pieces at being forced to directly think of Renata. She said, "Someone's abducted my partner. That was her milk I was selling you."

He blinked. "All of what you brought?" At Donna's nod, his eyes went wider. "Six gallons a day? From one woman?"

"A very special one, yes," Donna said, putting real feelings into the words.

Her tone seemed to strike him as hard as she'd hoped. He nodded, then failed to help flashing a tight grin. "When this is over, you don't suppose I could convince her that a new line of work is in order?"

Despite herself, Donna smiled. She imagined Renata bargaining with the man, and then putting him in his place in the bedroom. The idea made her fember stir, and she cherished the brief dream, as one of the rare thoughts about Renata that didn't strike her with immediate sadness. "You can try, Damien. No promises. Anyway, I'm going to get started with a look around. I'd appreciate you keeping your eyes open too."

"I will. And thank you for letting me know." He gave a slight seated bow.

Donna left feeling better about herself for repairing one small slight. As she stepped out of the back corridor and on to the raised walkway looking over the milk bar, Donna paused at the railing, studying the clientele and servants. There were plenty of bare chests on display thanks to those front-less shirts that counted as uniforms. Several pairs were fucking on comfortable couches near the tables. Donna spotted Deirina, still having her tits sucked by a man and a woman, while she reclined in a chair built for that purpose. There were two side-stools for the patrons to rest on comfortably. Her eyes were closed and she looked blissful, one hand on the head of either as she urged them to suck.

She stepped down the stairs, inquiring about a reservation with the slight woman. Deirina hadn't liked her from the start, viewing her as competition, and probably now as a flaky supplier. Donna decided if she could repair two relationships today, she'd have accomplished something. Deirina was probably a lot closer to milky culture than Damien. From what Donna was seeing, the black haired woman certainly enjoyed her work. She could imagine the moans just watching her lips from across the room. A woman behind the bar informed Donna she'd send a request for meeting to Deirina.

Satisfied, Donna sought the smallest table near the booths, and settled, crossing her legs. Her fember grew stiff watching the goings-on, as there was plenty of titflesh on display, much of it being sucked. She noted several flavors on the shoulder bars as various staff approached her, and while orange and grape and other fruity flavors, along with some alcoholic brands, prompted no small desires, Donna was determined to wait on Deirina.

An hour later the slight woman sashayed up to Donna's table, showing a sharp smile. Her four big breasts were bare, each nipple slick with a different fluid. Donna noticed she'd changed her flavors. Today it was apple juice, a wordy French wine, liquid chocolate, and strawberry milk. "Sarah said you wanted to see me? Looking to taste the competition, huh?"

"Just a private session," Donna said, grinning and holding up her credit chip with two fingers.

The woman narrowed her eyes, meeting Donna's gaze. Then she snatched the chip away, quickly running it through a small device on her belt. It beeped and she tapped a few commands without looking. Smile restored, this time of the cheerfulness one might expect of a Honey Land milk server, she waved toward one of the booths. Donna followed her into a small room with an L-shaped sofa taking up most of the space. There were some milking toys and tools she recognized from the White Kettle, as well as a collection of sexual aids, on several short shelves.

"Well," Deirina said, waving at the long blue and orange sofa, "have a seat, uh, Melanie, was it?"

Crossing her arms, Donna said, "First, let me explain some things." And she did, to Deirina's increasingly worried expression. Donna finished with a warm smile. "Don't worry, you're not in any trouble. I just want some help." She repeated the request she made to Damien, to look out for anything suspicious among the milkies. Donna asked, "I don't supposed you sampled any of the milk I brought?"

Deirina's face flushed, and she tried to glare, but gave it up with a slouch to her shoulders. "Yeah. I did. Really fine for all-natural. Where'd you get it?"

"Classified," Donna said. "Anyway, if you ever taste it again, you let me know."

She shrugged. "Sure, but I don't do the tasting much, you know?" Deirina winked, pushing out her four-breasted chest.

"Fair. Speaking of which--" Smiling as she eyed the tits, Donna said, "I believe I paid for a private tasting." She tugged her jacket off and began working on her pants, drawing them down to reveal a half-hard fember.

Deirina chuckled, eying the organ with satisfaction. "What a relief. I was afraid you were all business, no pleasure."

Donna sat on the comfortable sofa, patting her thighs. Deirina got out of her own pants in a hurry, settling in Donna's lap, facing her. Donna felt every fold of her cunt wrap delicately around her girl dick as the meaty organ slid inside, stirring the woman to a soft moan. Deirina leaned back so her breasts were on display and Donna leaned forward to suck the top right. Chocolate. At the stimulation of her tongue and lips a cloying flow of sweet syrupy fluid oozed free. Donna moaned with delight at the sensations on her girl dick and in her mouth, swallowing eagerly.

Deirina rocked her hips gently, teasing pleasure from Donna's girl dick. She rode slowly, sensually, but it was not long before Donna felt the familiar warmth burning inside her shaft. More focused than she had been with the twins, she kept herself from automatically falling into a state of concentration, simply letting the sexual energy flow freely. She held Deirina close, quickly exhausting the supply of chocolate and turning to the next breast, apple juice. Far sweeter and more free flowing, Donna was unable to keep it all in her mouth and the sticky fluid sluiced from her lips, coating their joined bodies.

It was not long before the heat in Donna's shaft turned into a delightful burning sensation, erupting inside her as hot seed spurted from her girl cock. A white explosion painted Deirina's cunt, mixing with the cunt juice soaking Donna's fember. The woman gasped, head back, as she was fucked and sucked. Donna moaned, trying to swallow apple juice while keeping her hips moving, fember spewing for all it was worth. Her cunt was slick with juice, shivering with the orgasm.

Donna let Deirina ride her to a second explosive climax, delighting in the thick feel of her seed bursting from her fember, then she had the woman from behind. Deirina used a milking toy to gather her wine, offering sips to Donna between their fleshy clashes. When positions allowed, and stretching the practically of that, Donna sucked from the woman's breasts, but her capacity was far from Renata's great bounty, the fluids did not last long. Donna reasoned that was just as well, considering the sweetness on offer. She'd probably have to force Deirina to get a NuSlim gene-fix in one breast if they met too often.

Fember pounding away, seed blasting from the tip, Donna emptied herself inside Deirina's ass, humping from behind. The slight woman moaned with delight, cunt quaking as her own orgasm wracked her body. Donna squeezed two of her four tits, causing them to spray a little liquid, deliberately making a mess. The pair rested, and then Donna took her from behind, on side, one last time, leaning over her chest to suck from the chocolate breast, earning a few precious sweet sips as her reward.

Reclining with the climax, and enjoying the afterglow, Deirina put an arm around Donna's neck and twirled fingers through shoulder length brown hair. "Mmm, Donna, you're way more fun than I thought."

Donna kissed her neck. "Thanks. You too. I'm not a big milky, but I could get used to having so many flavors on tap..." Shifting her lower body, and felt her fember slip from Deirina's ass, drawing a flood of cum alongside. The woman gave a pained moan, one Donna well knew; that of a lover hating the idea of such intimate connection ending. Crawling down the woman's body, Donna sucked on the lowest of Deirina's left breasts. There was a trickle of strawberry milk.

Deirina laughed. "I'm empty, dear. You've done me dry." Donna heard a rumbling sound. "I need a meal. Two meals. And a break, before I can get back to the floor."

Donna nodded, feeling a little tipsy from the wine. She was glad Deirina hadn't had anything harder gene-fixed today or she'd have become a lot more drunk. There was no way she'd have been able to stop herself. "Sorry. I can get carried away."

"Don't be," Deirina said, teasingly slapping Donna's shoulder, "you paid and I had fun. I hope you did too."

"I did," Donna said, smiling up at her.

Deirina helped Donna dress, sharing a few kisses as she did so. Donna spoke with a few other servants at the milk bar, asking them to keep an eye out for Renata's milk if they'd tasted it, or directing her to any of the customers that might have sampled what she brought. By the time those tasks were done, Donna felt she'd finally accomplished something. Honey Land might be full of dead ends, but having searched them out was a far better waste of her time than waiting for Susan and Sally to sift through endless financial records. She didn't doubt the twin's abilities, but it was taking time.

Elbows leaned on the bar, sat on one of the comfortable stools, Donna threw her brown hair over one shoulder and studied various patrons sucking straight from the tit or drinking down milk and other fluids brought by waiters or pulled by the men and women behind the bar. She sighed contentedly. I'm on my way, Renata. Wherever you are, I'll find you.