Matte Brusque Written by Sep&Tia. And just like that, they were out the door. Tam remained seated, eyes trailing off the door frame and landing back into the bowl of porridge below. Untouched. She poked into it with the spoon, hoisting up a scoop and watching its trails slough back over the rim. She dropped the spoon in along with it, leaving it on the table as she strutted through the apartment. “They aren't that… Tiny.” She mumbled, then pried up her tank top, peering down their bust. -Snntch- The fabric snapped back as she looked up with a dejected sigh. “Piggybank’ll come around to it.” She mumbled and slumped back in the sofa, propping up the newspaper. The past two days were mostly a blur after Friday's excursion. The clubs were advertising less, the Tygla-Fast came with, incentives to save up on alcohol. Tam's brow furrowing with prices spiking, the crowd attracted would be those looking to get… 'Fancy drunk'. “So we're going without beer basted bitches for a bit.” Tam's gaze wandered over ads, landing on an add for the ocean embassy aquarium. “Less ditz’s to nag there,” Tam mumbled. Though, could go there either way… without the intent of finding a catch. A catch… Tam swallowed. Remembering the dufflebag… That manic could be anywhere; It was a big city. She'd made sure to avoid the region she met them in, yet… They weren't unique… Anyone could… take her whilst she least expected… The teatre of her mental eye played a scene from the aquarium, watching a whale gracefully soar ahead, swirl in the water forming behind the paddles of their tail, schools of fish trailing along the carefree behemoth… Then it turned, towards the glass, honed in… On her… Before she could move, the glass warped, bending away from the beast who sped through, parting their gargantuan maw to-… Tam smacked her palms into her cheeks, teeth gritted and grinding as she slapped the thoughts of out her head. Once she was finished, she withdrew her hands, and tangles of her pristine drill sculpted hair followed along, in tatters. “Phra…” she sighed to no one, heading to the bedroom to fetch gel and her combs. Tam let their expression hang loose, turning blank while she redid the work on her bangs, working to salvage most of the gel already lingering. “Mfw… what is… that itching bitch… bitch…” Tam grumbled, shifting over to lay on her side, and peer back towards her rear. Strewn on the bedding laid tufts of hair, a light, green dulled auburn matching the coat of a certain satyr. “Ph… how would I explain what if some brat starts to ask questions and wreck the mood of…” she paused. Could she bring anyone home, whilst the satyr was still here? Tam sucked on her teeth, and jabbed the comb into the mattress. “Junk…” she mumbled. At this point further regretting not snagging some hot thing at the binge, she really should stay away from alcohol on her little hunting trips. The grooves on her forehead dug deeper. Eating out was risky enough already, and clubs would quiet down over the coming while… She grasped the comb tighter… couldn't get food, couldn't bring home food-dates, Fasting starting tomorrow, visiting the aquarium was out of the picture and her hair was still an absolute mess… She threw the comb across the room, -clktsh- the plastic frame dinked against the wall, and flopped to the ground like a dead fish. A heavy intake and a long sigh. Tam opened the bureau, a waft of petrichor dirt and putrefied bacon wafting from the shelves stocked with urns and buckets. She opened a bottle of pills and crammed some in her mouth, cheeks puffed as she worked them down. “Stupid… B…mmm?” -Vrrrrbbg- -Vbbrrrbt- One of the jars was vibrating… The latest addition of an estrogen boost… the lady slave trafficker at the pier. Plucking out the bucket, she shook it, and it vibrated again. A mechanical buzz. “Must have missed something…” She mumbled and pried open the lid. A wall of soggy musk blossomed forth, enveloping the surrounding air, congealing the stench of burnished latex and peppered underwear wrapped steak enveloping Tam. She closed her eyes, reliving the moment, smiling in the stench of progress. Then a glimpse to her chest, reminding her how little progress had been made. -Vrrffth- It buzzed again. -Chlptshts- The yellowed muck cratered and displaced around Tam's arm as she dug through the waste and shifted bones aside, focused on locating… There it was. -Chrlrplsths-cshtpshts- Drawing back her arm slathered and crinkling with layers of mottled feminine clay, mimicking the trails of a slug passing over a window, she fished up a flip phone. “Heey there…” She didn't answer. Taking the time to clean if off in time for the notifications to end. Best not to take risks, yet.. Inside were a a few numbers, quick notes following them, and details written in code. “Burner of some kind,” Tam concluded, jotting down every bit of information from the device on a blank slip. Snapping the phone shut, she reclined in the sofa, scrutinizing the notes. “172L,” she mumbled, “214E… E and L… If I didn't know better…” Tam mumbled, “this tracks… the amount of product…” She lubricated her lips. “L is M... E is F… Females, two hundred fourteen of em…” She smirked. Over two hundred sitting ducks, whilst the business was in disarray with the less of their head chain. “Dare I entertain how much my – the poor civilian's – silence, could be bought for… They got broads to spare…” Tam's smirk widened to a grin with a series of chuckles. “Perhaps some pocket change. Enough to get out of this town for a few years. Bust open a whole new market…” Risk was painted all over her mind, though risks could be mitigated. All she needed to do was maintain tact, and deciding what to do about the satyr. She scratched off one of Met's fur from her ass cheek. Either case, she couldn't just call them and extort a crime syndicate. It would take a lot of work. Luckily she was about to have a lot more free time with the Tygla-fast… and the prize for all that hard work... “Oh yeah…” Tam mumbled, closing her eyes… A dark room. Lone bulb swaying overhead, casting shadows from the two bound girls on the floor. Skin a rich copper glistening to a polished sheen with sweat… There would be no need to put on the smooth, they were hers already, and any resistance would be for pure amusement… She wouldn't resist, though. Getting close, fondling them, disguised as placating brushes, assuring them she'll get them to safety, loosen them up… lubricated until they were nice, and juicy… Then she'd go harder, knead into them, measure their chest… oh they would be blimps… Just, massive glands of fat and hormones… and then… still pleasing them… Just a little parting of her maw… and there they'd go… Lips caressing their skin, lapping up swathes of briny sweat, adding a marinated edge to the succulent, feminine flesh. She'd straddle the second as she devoured the first, pinning her under their combined body weight, letting her witness her companion's body delving ever deeper, sinking into Tam's gullet and distorting her abdomen with their sheer, plump, girth… She'd squash the first girl’s feet to the second, just as they were sliding back into her maw… Let her entice some terror as the toes flex and squirmed in their face, the faint cries from her as the soles were enveloped, and Tam's lips encircled the woman's… Planted in a deep kiss as… -Gbllpgmph- she took the final swallow… 'Why are you doing this?' the girl would plead. 'Shut your trap, I want my meat wailing, not complaining with questions. Just think how fat you ass'll make my chest'. Yeah… that is just what she'd say. But better. Enough for the woman to go pale… and if that didn't do it, she would be once Tam would reveal she has no space down her gullet, and will send the next… On a trip right through thick buns… She'd squirm as the hind blotted her out, confined to the plump pillows of meat, sinking, sinking… Drawing deeper, deeper… It would almost be impossible to fit in those elephantine humps… The mammary melons bursting with estrogen in her system, all as she'd wedge up deeper, deeper… cramming them in as easy as any suppository, though one would be eagerly massaging her through the whole journey, with them plump, wriggling and grinding in into her bowels, sinking up to her abdomen to melt… a stew of feminine perfection, every gram pumping up to her chest… Yes… It's swell wider… Fat… Luscious, pumping, pumping, jiggling as they slopped down under their own weight in a gracious sag of unfathomable booba-… ~ 1 ~ -Dnngk- -Dnngnkfk- “You decent in there? I was thinking I'd get some shopping done.” Tam opened their eyes, gaze trailing over the apartment, towards the door. She looked down. Chest flat as a washboard. And… Panties soaked around the tenting bulge of his cock… congealed, gellating yogurt drooling down his thigh and pooling on the couch pillow. Tam took a few deep breaths before he could answer. “Decent as I'll ever be for my sis.” he huffed out. He could get there… He knew he could. But, before that, this was a multi step plan, A heist… a heist for cleavage… and Tam's heist. A heist with no intention, to go bust.