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Parental Advisory Warning: This piece contains bad language and sexual situations of a Tiggy nature.
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Fishy Business
The conversation in the clubhouse stopped completely. Silence blanketed the room. That hardly ever happened. There was always some noise; a prospect re-stocking the bar, general chatter, the click of pool balls, the whispered exhale of smoke. The only interruption was the thump of Tig's boots as he crossed the room. Every other patch there was frozen in place watching him. It wasn't so much that they'd never seen Tig walk through the clubhouse before, but they'd never seen him walk through carrying a large clear plastic bag full of water and little brown fish.
They watched without moving or speaking as Tig carried the fish towards the dorms, and remained silent as he walked back out, then back through carrying a box bearing the name of the local fish market.
He reappeared and looked at his brothers, seemingly unconcerned by dumbfounded expressions on their faces.
"Anyone seen Sally?"
The silence remained complete. The only communication between the men was their looks of confusion, the only questions were asked by raised eyebrows. Everyone knew that Tig didn't tread the straight and narrow path, but none of them could join the dots in their heads to figure out what the hell he was doing with a bag of fish and a sweetbutt, and not one of them really wanted to.
OK, maybe a couple did, but in the same macabre way that that they'd have looked at the exhibits in a freak show. Happy just sat back on the couch watching his friend and comrade and simply shook his head in despair and resignation. Tig was up to something, and when Tig got his freak on, Hap stayed the hell out of his way. There were some things that a brother should never have to witness and Tig on one of his trips usually fit right into that category.
Tig looked around the room expectantly. He was beginning to get a little pissed that he wasn't getting an answer, but everyone's head was so full of confusion that they couldn't respond to his simple and mundane query. Juice clearing his throat diffused the incipient tension.
"Erm, she just went to the john with Drea."
"What is it with chicks? Can't piss by themselves." Tig shook his head. "Tell her I'm lookin' for her when she comes out. I'll be in my room."
The hush was complete once more as Tig turned headed back to his dorm.
The men were all still trying to form coherent thoughts on the situation when the two girls came back into the room laughing and joking. The brothers all turned as one to look at the girls, and then turned back to look at each other. Sally and Drea pulled up short, brows drawn in consternation as they sensed the edgy atmosphere.
"What? What did we do?" Drea asked.
The men were still undecided about what to do. They'd all used the croweaters and sweetbutts in whatever way took their fancy, but deliberately sending one over to Tig when he was in his one of his experimental moods seemed a little harsh.
It was Juice again who piped up eventually. 'What the fuck?', he figured. He knew Sally could take whatever Tig could dish out; unless of course Tig had just reached a whole new level of freakery. Hopefully this wouldn't culminate in a trip to the ER.
"Sal, Tig's lookin' for ya. He's in his room."
His brothers turned and looked at him like he'd stripped Little Red Riding Hood naked, rubbed her in marinade and thrown her to the wolf with a napkin and cutlery.
Sally took in the hard looks being shot at Juice and added it to the palpable low-level anxiety in the room.
"Okaaay. One of those days is it." She asked no one in particular.
Drea turned to her friend. "Want me to come with?"
"No hon', but keep an ear out yeah? I'll yell if I need ya."
"I got your back sister."
Drea squeezed Sally's shoulder before Sally turned on her boot heel and headed towards the dorms.
Chibs patted the bar stool next to him.
"Come an' have a drink darlin'. Company's the least we can offer while yer standin' watch."
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"Please God, not the ice bath again." Sally muttered to herself.
It wasn't that she hadn't particularly enjoyed the experience, but it hadn't been on her to do list in the first place and neither was a repeat. She'd been too busy shivering to feel much else about it really, but the warm up with Juice afterwards had been, well, pretty damn good; but she didn't like the idea that Tig might try to take things too far. The best case scenario for that would probably be frost bite and the loss of a couple of fingers and toes.
She got to Tig's door and knocked solidly. She knew that a timid knock, being afraid of him, just wound him up and pissed him off. It wasn't that he wouldn't do what he was planning to if she fronted some confidence, but he'd treat her better, wouldn't resort to viciousness. Begging, whimpering, cowering; it all just seemed to bring out Tig's dark side. His light side was hardly fucking less than fifty per cent greyscale and it usually involved shit that you wouldn't even dream people would think of in a sexual arena, but Tig never set out to hurt, not consciously, not deliberately, at least not at first. If you played along, kept your cool, stayed relaxed; you never know, you might even enjoy yourself. Even if the fact that you did had you questioning your sanity and morality for weeks afterwards.
Tig opened the door. "Hey Mustang." He stood back and with a sweeping gesture of his arm he motioned her into the room.
"What's on the menu for tonight Tigger? You got somethin' special in mind for me?"
Tig grinned and his eyes lit up. Sally immediately knew she was going to need a hot shower and a lot of soap to get over this session.
"Through there doll. Bath time."
Oh fuck. It was the ice bath again. Sally couldn't help but let her smile dim just a little as she began to strip out of her clothes. Tig was smiling to himself like he was laughing at some sort of secret joke. Sally piled her boots, jeans, vest top and underwear neatly next to the dresser. It was the spot she always placed her clothes in. It wound Tig up when girls left their things all over his floor and she always put her clothes in the same place because it was easier to find them in the dark when he kicked her out of bed. There was a box on the dresser from the local fish market. It was random and out of place in the room, but then most things about Tig were random and out of place so Sally left it well alone. If he wanted to tell her about it he would.
Once she was wearing nothing but her own skin, she ran her fingers through her hair and fluffed it out a little. With one last look at the gleeful Tig she walked into the bathroom, and halted mid step.
The bath was full, but there was no ice in it this time. Instead, there were around thirty or so little brown fish, each between and inch and two inches long, swimming happily in the clear water.
"Couldn't just have added bath foam could ya Tig?"
She jumped a little when his voice came from almost directly over her shoulder. Tig had followed her and was leaning on his shoulder against the doorframe.
"Get in Doll. I think you'll like this."
Sally raised an eyebrow but knew better than to stand there and argue with him. Asking him a pile of questions wouldn't get her any answers. She stopped though with one toe poised over the water.
"They don't bite do they?"
"They don't draw blood Doll."
"Some answer." She muttered as she stepped into the water. It was tepid. Not cool enough to make her shiver, but not warm enough to be comfortable. She got in and carefully lowered herself into the water. She had to take more care than she thought she might since the fish, instead of swimming away as one might expect, were grouping around her. As she stretched out she realised why.
"These are doctor fish." She stated looking over at Tig.
"Hhhhmmm hmmm." He nodded slightly.
Sally had to clutch the sides of the bath. The fish were going for the hard skin on her feet and it tickled like a bitch. She had to really concentrate not to kick her feet in the water and send the fish flying.
"Torture by tickling, hey Tig?" She gritted through her teeth.
Tig was just watching, smirking. "Lay all the way down babe."
Taking a deep breath Sally released her hold just long enough to slip the hair band off her wrist and twist her hair into a knot on top of her head. She resumed her death grip and lowered her upper body into the water. She stared at the blank ceiling, willing her body to obey and remain motionless. It was hard enough with the fish nibbling their delicate little mouths all over her feet, even going inbetween her toes and on her knees, but several decide to shun the competition there and go in search of fresh delicacies.
"Ooooohhhh!" Sally breathed out as little mouths began to feed on her thighs and belly, some slipping under the curve of her waist.
Tig stepped over, knelt and rested his arms on the edge of the bath, leaning his chin on his folded hands so he could watch comfortably. He'd chosen the stretch of rim in between Sally's white knuckled fingers and her head. It would have felt oddly intimate if she hadn't been concentrating so hard on not thrashing about.
"They don't actually eat hard skin. They're starving, looking for the algae type shit that they normally eat. They just look under the hard skin first and strip it away as they go."
"No shit. Someone let you watch the Discovery Channel again?" Sally gritted out, trying not to cry out again as a fish fastened onto her nipple.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!"
Tig actually looked a little concerned. "Does it hurt Doll? It ain't bleeding. They don't really have teeth."
"No. it doesn't hurt Tig...it just...feels... feels...ahhhhhh."
Most of the fish were exploring the rest of her body now. Sally pressed her thighs together. She did not want to have to explain to a concerned ER medic just how she a got a Doctor fish stuck... there!
Tig dipped one hand experimentally into the water, causing several of the fish to abandon Sally and start nipping at him.
"Oh! I see what you mean Doll. This must feel... interestin'." He trailed his hand, with fish following slavishly, down to the juncture of her clenched thighs and stroked the little strip of hair that was all that was left after her recent Brazilian wax. He pulled his hand out of the water and the fish, missing their prospective food source, turned on the next closest thing.
"Oh shit Tigger. How long d'ya expect me to stand this for?"
"I wanna see if these little fish can make you cum Doll."
"I do not want to know where you got the idea for this."
"No Doll, you really don't."
Sally tensed her whole body as one of the little fish decided to explore. The little swimmer wasn't going to end up anywhere it shouldn't, but being lay flat out, and the recent deforestation of her public area had left her clit a little exposed. It was made more prominent, swollen by the sensation of the fish working their way over her breasts and the others that were picking out different points all over her body in their search for edibles.
"Shit Tig... this would... probably work... but I'm tryin' too hard... not to... squish the little fuckers."
Tig traced his fingers along the curve of the side of her breast. Sally couldn't take the myriad sensations anymore and started to twist in the water.
"OK Doll. I have a sorta Plan B." He pushed away from the bath and grabbed a dry towel from the rail. He shook it out in front of him and held it up in invitation.
Still trying not to crush any of the fish because that would be just icky, Sally gratefully pulled herself up out of the water and stepped out of the tub into the waiting towel. Tig wrapped the towel around her, folding her in his arms. He held her like that for just a moment before pushing back, almost taking the towel with him and walking around so that he was behind her. Starting at her neck Tig began to dry her. He began kneading the muscles in her shoulders through the towel; then one arm, then the other. He used small movements and took care to dry each finger when he reached her hands. He dried her back, working rhythmically down to her ass and then over her hips and down her legs.
Sally was surprised that he didn't seem to be making any sort of move, but was glad for the brief respite since her skin was still incredibly sensitised from the attentions of so many tiny mouths sucking and nipping. Tig had dropped to his knees whilst drying the lower part of her legs; he didn't bother to stand as he moved round to face her. She looked down when she felt him move, he caught her eyes and held her gaze as he began to work the towel back up her legs.
By the time he had made it back to her hips she was breathing heavily, almost panting. Instead of going for the obvious, he skimmed the cloth up her waist, standing as he went, until he was cupping her breasts, rubbing them through the towel. They hadn't broken their stare and Sally was beginning to feel like she was drowning in icy blue as Tig slowly massaged her.
"Tig...?" She bit off the 'please' before it slipped out, she would not beg, at least not yet.
"Don't worry Doll, I ain't done with you yet."
Swiftly, surprising her slightly with the suddenness of his movement, he whisked the towel away, folded it, and laid it back over the rail. He stepped back, catching the tips of her fingers with his, and walking backwards led her back into the bedroom and over to the bed. Sally sat on the edge of the bed as Tig turned back to the dresser and opened one of the drawers. When he turned and stepped towards her he held a large black and white floral print scarf in his hands.
"Really Tig? That ain't gonna go with your cut." Sally's voice was trembling thanks to Tig's attentions, so the remark didn't come out quite as barbed as she had hoped.
"Sshhh Doll. A friend gave this to me." Tig murmured as he wrapped the scarf around her head, blindfolding her, and tying it tightly underneath her messy ponytail.
"Lie back."
Even though she was sat on the bed and had only been blindfolded for a matter of seconds, Sally still felt around to make sure she wasn't going to fall as she lay back. She wriggled around a bit until she found the pillows and lay flat.
The first thing she felt was Tig's fingers tracing gently over her body. He seemed to be in teasing mood today, determined to take his time. She heard some rustling and movement. The next thing she felt wasn't Tig, she couldn't tell what it was. It was cool, solid and slightly damp. Tig moved it over her and it felt smooth, until he moved it in the other direction. Something about it chaffed at her skin. She couldn't make out what it was at all. In some directions it was slick, in others it was like fine sandpaper; then Tig started teasing her with something else that felt light and flimsy and tickled like a feather.
Sally bit her lip to keep from crying out again. She knew Tig was waiting for her to crack and despite feeling like her skin was being heated by glowing embers she was determined to deny him the satisfaction. Her fingers curled into the bedclothes as she tried to maintain some semblance of control over herself.
Sally felt Tig's hands warm against her thighs as he gently parted her legs. He pushed at her shins until she raised her knees, feet flat to the bed, totally exposed to him. The air in the room was cool against her hot core. Her hips jerked involuntarily when Tig started tracing his fingers and, whatever else, over her swollen folds, touching her ever so lightly. She was beginning to find that keeping still against all the sensations was intensifying them. She felt as though they were magnified as she concentrated on not moving. The thought of being displayed for him was causing a heavy weight in the pit of her belly to grow and expand.
She couldn't help but moan when she felt Tig push two fingers inside her, sliding them in and out, scissoring and twisting them; but then she felt something else. What, she had no idea. Something solid, but not stiff. It was too cool to be a cock, not round enough to be a dildo. Whatever it was, Tig was slowly working it inside her, pushing gently.
By the time he stopped she still didn't have any sense of what it was that he'd pushed into her. It was large, but not uncomfortably so. She couldn't help herself, she clenched against it, desperate to feel something, any sort of friction. She felt the slight tug when Tig took hold of the end of whatever it was, but was surprised at the sensation when he began to pull it out. She realised it must be the thing he'd been using to torture the rest of her skin. It wasn't hurting, but it wasn't good, and it had the same effect on her arousal as being drenched with a bucket of cold water.
"Tig. Whatever that is, that's not good darlin'." Sally could feel herself wincing. Whatever it was, she just wanted it out of her.
"OK Doll. Just wanted to try it." She heard a small thud, presumably as he dropped the item onto the floor.
She was about to push herself up onto her elbows, but she felt Tig's palm on her shoulder pushing her back down so she relaxed back into the bed, wondering what was coming next.
She got her answer when she realised she was hearing the sound of Tig unbuckling his belt and fitting a condom onto himself. She felt the bed dip under his weight as he settled himself between her raised knees and felt his hands grip the back of her thighs as he lifted her ass and pulled her forward onto his waiting cock.
"Ahhhhhhh Tig!" Now this was more like it.
Her previous discomfort forgotten Sally revelled in the feeling of being filled by hot, rigid flesh. She reached over her head, palms flat against the pillows, fingertips to her shoulders and pushed, arching her back at the same time. The movement lifted almost her whole torso off the bed and gave Tig much better leverage to pound into her as he manipulated her body.
Tig pulled her body against his sharply as he thrust and the combination of the seemingly endless foreplay, the sensation of being controlled, unable to see him, the feel of his cock filling her completely, hitting that sharp spot inside her had Sally tumbling down into a savage orgasm. As she came hard, clenching around him, his grip tightened painfully and his thrusts became harder and sharper. He grunted as he started to cum.
After the last few staccato thrusts Tig pulled out of her completely and almost dropped her on the bed. Sally's arms gave out and she lay in limp darkness. She knew they'd reached the conclusion of their session when she felt his fingers under her head undoing the knot in the scarf.
She blinked in the light of the room as Tig slid the soft material from her face.
"Thanks Doll. Now get your shit and get out. I'm gonna take a bath."
Yep, playtime was definitely over. Sally slid off the bed and stumbled over to her pile of clothes. She pulled on her jeans and boots first, but as she tugged her vest top down over her head she glanced back at the bed. She stopped mid-motion at the sight of the shiny silver and brown trout lying on the carpet by the side of the bed.
"Tig...you didn't?! The fish...? Did you?"
Tig shrugged. He was in the middle of lighting a cigarette.
Sally knew she was gaping at the fish, just lying there on the carpet. She had to physically shake herself before she could start moving again. Making sure she had all her stuff she slipped quickly out of the room without looking back at Tig. She had been right, she was gonna need a hot shower to get this session off her. Sally wondered briefly if Juice would still be in the bar. That boy's sweet, enthusiastic loving was the perfect antidote when Tig pulled stunts like this.
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