Beth's grin was partially hidden by the darkness of the wagon. As Jessie straddled over her, making her transition to the opposite side of the interior, she began to explain her plan. Bethie had struggled with the morality of her occupation for many months, and she recognized a similar feeling within Jessie's voice. Her companion was trying to reconcile her deeds and emotions. Bethie took note of it, but she knew it was a struggle best dealt with alone.<br/><br/>"Yes, that sounds fine." She nodded. Her tone was neutral, poking fun at Jessie's bland way of describing her idea. As Jessie began to situate herself back on the floorboards, Bethie leaned over while the woman wasn't looking and whispered. "Be a bit rough. Shake and rock, right? That's what men do." The night brought out a playful side of her. It was an ego that had been ignited by her work, although she still repressed it throughout most of the day.<br/><br/>She rolled back onto her stomach, and Jessie eased slightly over her. She had to resist giggling as her companion let out a gruff groan. Although it was good enough to deceive people outside of the wagon, Bethie saw the many flaws in it. After all, she had heard many men sing in her days.<br/><br/>Bethie was a follower of the Lord, but she was also able to block out her morality and live in the moment. Being a whore, it was practically a necessity. Unlike many women, Bethie was not repulsed by the idea of bedding another woman. It was odd to her, but there was a hint of curiosity.<br/><br/>Since the sex was not real, she was able to keep a thought. Inwardly, she found it amusing that Jessie's thrusts were stronger than some men that she had slept with. She played the part in response. Each time Jessie fell forward upon her body, she faked a moan or sigh that sounded like that of an angel. Even if an outsider happened to doubt the sounds of the man for a second, they would not do the same for Bethie's chorus. She noticed that Jessie began to act and work less, but she did not mind. Halfway through the act, she rolled onto her backside to simulate the shifting of passion.<br/><br/>Even Bethie did not see the turn of events coming. For the most part, the two had simply been grinding against one another. There was no touch of skin or penetration, and so Bethie's arousal was capped at a slightly low level. She did enjoy it, but it was not love.<br/><br/>The kiss struck her like a hammer. Her eyes, which had been growing a bit weary, sparked open. By nature, a whore was supposed to always respond to a kiss. This habit overcame her, and she found her tongue mingling with that of the other woman. It cut off the girl's chorus, overtaking it with a bridge that consisted of suckling and Jessie's renewed vigor. Bethie felt her body shifting, giving way to the "man" above her. It was another habit. Her legs opened wider apart without her even noticing.<br/><br/>Movement began again, but it was different this time around. The thrusting was not mindless, and it was aimed with a different precision. This time, they were moving as two women. Jessie aimed to please both of them, and Beth found a feeling of her own building inside of her. Surprisingly, there were no cries for Jessie to stop. Instead, the young woman grew quite silent besides a few moans from the friction. Her noises sounded no different, mostly due to the real sounds of her acting.<br/><br/>The touch of Jessie's hand to her cheek felt different than that of a man. It was gentler yet no less controlling. As their lips continued to tremble together, Bethie felt the hand glide down to her chest. It slid underneath the nightgown and squeezed the flesh, causing Bethie to writhe underneath the larger body. For a moment, she cut away from the kiss and leaned forward toward Jessie's ear. "Oh, darling... Please don't stop." It was impossible to tell if the request was genuine or a ruse.