The next morning's light found Cassandra still wrapped in her best friend's arms.<br/><br/>Shining dark chocolate lips sought her friends in a long, slow, tender kiss.  The much satisfied girl found herself moaning in regret as her nipples grew taught once more.  Sighing in almost pained regret, she slipped out of her friend's arms and pulled the sheets up over her.  Padding out of the bedroom, she gathered her runner's gear from the wash and left it on the bathroom counter.<br/><br/>She cued up the hot water, then stepped under the faucet the moment the water began to flow.  She gave a little cry of dismay as cold watter sent goosebumps and emotional steam all across her heated body.  Slowly the heat caught up.  She sighed when it was there at last and grabbed fistfuls of shampoo and body wash.  She worked lather into her hair, slid suds all over her taut body.  Soon she was moaning again from the sheer sensual joy.  As she worked more oils and lathers into her body, her imagination played havoc with her renewed arousal.  Scenes of the dances she shared with Hikari under the hot eyes of the club's audiance.  Imaginings of where the a certain Yakuza lieutenant would take his fondling if she let the glorious bastard get her alone flahsed through her silken body.  Others, some she barely knew, men and women.  She moaned as she cleaned her girlhood, rocking her hips in time to the strokes.<br/><br/><em>Oh, God, I'm such a slut,</em>she whimpered as a fresh climax rocked her body, biting her lip to hold back screams of joy.