Penny and Jett sat at the kitchen table over coffee, a once-a-month Saturday morning ritual. This morning Jett added a little liqueur to their java. "I don't go off with whacko's I meet in the fruit market." Penny said. "It's not a FRUIT market it's a European style open air market - very upscale." Jett said. "And he's not a whacko. He owns his own business. He has issues, maybe, but mostly he's just into feet. Who could blame him? Look at these feet." Penny looked down at her friends beautifully pedicured feet ensconced in the cutest pair of hi-heeled scandals. She really did have gorgeous feet. She knew just how to show them off, too. "Gets you wet just looking at them. Doesn't it, Pen?" "You wish." Penny bluffed. Jett had her pegged. "Was college so long ago that you don't remember -- roomie?" Jett was coming in for the kill. "I had you on my cycle before the end of freshmen semester. I ruled." Penny remembered alright. She just wasn't going to give her friend the satisfaction of surrender. Not this easily. "You were my Bitch." Jett continued. "Whether you admit it or not." Back then Penny didn't know what a Bitch was - not in THAT sense of the word. But still, she wouldn't have put it that bluntly. Jett could be so gauche when she'd been drinking. "You were supposed to go down on me too, remember?" Penny said in an accusing tone. "You used me. Like all the guys I ever knew. You used me. You got what you wanted and then you left me high and dry. You used me." "I can't help it if you're a lesbo and I'm not. Can I?" Jett was now in Penny's lap, her voice held a tone of mock concern. "I really do love you. I always did. I'm not like the guys who've used you. I'm still here. I'll always be here for you, sweetheart." She put her arms around Penny and hugged her close, then she gave her a kiss on the cheek before going back to freshen her coffee with another slug of alcohol. Penny remembered how it all started. She remembered how lucky she felt being Jett's roommate. Jett wasn't any prettier than Penny but she was much more popular and outgoing. They hit it off right from the start. On the night of the homecoming dance they became inseparable --literally. Jett came up beside Penny as they stood along the dance floor. Her arm brushed against Penny's. "Look we're stuck." She announced. As Penny moved her arm Jett pretended they were stuck together at the wrist. Penny remembered the flush she felt as she realized the most popular girl in the freshmen class (one of the most popular girls in the whole school) was stuck on her. Penny tried to imagine the kind of confidence you would have to have to do such a thing. Such a silly thing. Jett awed her. The entire night Jett kept it up and Penny eagerly went along with it. They line danced together as one body smoothly executing the rhythmic steps and turns. When the captain of the football team came and asked Jett to slow dance she insisted he get a partner for Penny. "We can't have her just traipsing along alone beside us can we now? You can see our predicament." Indicating the bond at their wrists. Miraculously, he went along with the charade and got a friend to help. Penny couldn't believe she was dancing with a handsome senior but she was. All because of Jett. That night or soon after Jett lured Penny into her web. They'd both heard of girls experimenting with each other but Jett was the first to pose the question seriously. "We'll take turns." Jett said. "You go first then I'll go down you." Penny didn't hesitate. It never occurred to her that Jett might not reciprocate. She went down on Jett. It was glorious. It was delicious. It was liberating. Penny allowed her unthinkable urges to lead her into a vast new wonderland of sexual self-discovery. It felt right to kneel before the beautiful body of her dearest friend and indulge her darker passions as she licked the juices of her virtual twin. She could feel her own wetness sliding down her thighs as their shared scent filled the air around them. Looking up from the mid-span of her friend's spread legs she saw Jett's wonderful breasts launch out in mid-air as she threw her head and shoulders back and let a full-throated moan escape her body. Penny never felt so powerful as this. Jett was at her mercy. The beautiful blonde goddess groaned and flexed and screamed to be free of Penny's masterful spell. Penny took Jett to heights of unknown pleasure. Piloting her body in undulating patterns of visceral flight before bringing her orgasm to a smooth resolution. When Jett failed to return the favor and go down on her, Penny assumed she was too tired and would honor her commitment the next day. But no. Well, Penny figured (too reserved to come out and ask), maybe Jett was waiting for the next weekend. That had to be it. They couldn't very well just go on eating each other night after night, could they? No. That would be perverted. Once a week, each of them taking turns - that made more sense. But Jett never did. She never went down on Penny. Ever. Penny began to understand the reasons that made Jett so 'popular'. Jett knew how to manipulate people. She made them want to do her favors. She made them feel special. Almost from the start, Penny was caught in a double bind and she knew it. The only time she felt in control of Jett was when she went down on her. Afterward she felt cheap, but she couldn't help herself. She needed that rush. She needed the turn on of knowing she could make Jett scream with delight. But most of all - she needed the taste of Jett in her mouth. Jett did things for Penny too. Important things. The kind of things you do for someone you love. On the night Penny lost her virginity she came crying to Jett. Her date had behaved horribly. He forced himself on her and then said he never wanted to see her again. He called her a whore. Jett comforted her. Before long Penny was laughing, "The thing that really pisses me off is he was SO SMALL! Damn! At least he could have had a decent sized penis." Jett laughed with her and kissed and held her through the night. By the next week the news was all over the school. Jett countered by spreading a story through her football captain boyfriend. He told all his jock friends that the guy was pissed at Penny because she laughed at him when he whipped his little dick out. "She said 'What do you plan to do with that noodle?'" he told them. "Noodle Boy" may as well have joined a monastery after that. Even after graduation Jett helped Penny immensely. Penny went on to a business career and Jett made a living off big money marriages and the subsequent divorce settlements. Jett seemed to sense when a high powered big-wig stifled Penny. She would show up at Penny's office under some pretense and hook-up with the Big-Swinging-Dick that was making Penny's work-life miserable. At first the asshole would come back from their trysts with a shit-eating grin. Penny was sure Jett had told him about Penny playing submissive to Jett. She was right. And it made the man smug. Then, as Jett got her hooks in him and made him squirm for her affection, he would look at Penny with a face that held empathy and commiseration. He thought he knew her pain. He was wrong -- but he was no longer smug. Finally, Jett cut him loose in the most humiliating way possible and shared with Penny every sordid detail of his pathetic attempts at clinging to their relationship. Now Penny had power over him. She turned him into a subordinate ally rather than a hindrance and she prospered. The process repeated itself several times over the years and Penny was now V.P. of a prominent financial institution. For the longest time Penny contented herself with the knowledge that Jett really did more for her than she did for Jett. After all there were long stretches of time that she never went down on Jett at all. And it wasn't as if Jett forced herself on her when she did. Still, it bothered her. Things crystallized in Penny's mind after she saw a documentary about prison bitches. The prison bitch's owner will go as far as risking his own life, if need be, to protect his bitch. In many cases real love develops. But under no circumstances, NEVER, not even once, would the owner take a subordinate role to his bitch. Penny felt like Jett's prison bitch. "Penny darling why don't you move in here with me?" Jett asked. "There's more than enough room here for all of us. I'll have the 'Fruit Market' bitch stay in the basement. He can wait on us night and day." "So I'll get to be your second string bitch? No thanks, I don't think so." "Don't be that way. You're not at all attractive when you're catty. It doesn't suit you, Pen. I'm sorry I called you my bitch, okay? That's my bad. You know how I get when I drink. I'm sorry. But think of it. Wouldn't it be grand? You could sneak into my room on any given morning and duck under the covers for a quick taste before donning your tailored sackcloth and heading out to the old 9 to 5?" Jett stood stroking Penny's hair. "Jett, I love my career. You make it sound like drudgery. It's challenging and I love it. You are so full of yourself. It used to be cute but it's been getting a bit tiresome lately. I'm supposed to be thrilled at the prospect having your pussy for breakfast seven days a week? Please. I don't think so." "You may not know this, Jett, but I'm quite accomplished at what I do. There are more than a few ambitious young go-getters that wouldn't mind going down on me to further their careers. And I don't mean just men either - not by a longshot. I could have a string of dolls at my door waiting to go down on me that would make Miss America hopefuls green with envy. We're not in college anymore, Jett. Things have changed." "Not that much." "Oh yes they have." "Not where we're concerned." Penny was silent. "You still want to eat me, Pen, you know you do, I can see it. What's holding you back? If you want your people at work to go down on you then go ahead, let them. I don't mind. It doesn't have to effect us, does it?" "That's awfully big of you Jett. I can't tell you how much it means to me to have your blessing. You are so full of it." Jett had sensed for some time that their relationship had changed. Penny had grown, not quite cold, but distant. That's why she forced the issue about Penny going down. She had to see where they stood. That's why she needed a drink. Penny was always reluctant, that was her way, it was a game they played, she like being coy, but she always came around to going down, until now. "Penny, I love you. You're my dearest friend. If you were a guy I'd marry you. And STAY married. I saw that look. But I'm not like you. You like being sexually submissive. I know you do. We both know. You get just as much excitement out of eating me as I do at being eaten. It wouldn't be the same if we switched roles. If I went down on you all the time it just wouldn't be the same." "Not 'ALL the time'." "Even once in a while- "Not 'once in a while'." Jett looked at Penny with a confused squint. Then she got up and left the room. Jett returned with a camera and a lipstick. "Stand up and turn around." Jett told a confused Penny. "And drop your drawers." Penny stepped out of her capri pants and panties and stood looking back over her shoulder as Jett applied her lipstick. "I want you to have a souvenir." Jett said. "Call it a momento." She then knelt down and kissed each of Penny's ass cheeks leaving a deep red set of lip prints. She then stood up and snapped a photo of Penny looking over her shoulder, peek-a-boo style, looking sexy as hell, all legs and tattooed buns. Jett handed Penny the developing photograph and had her sit in a comfortable chair in the living room. Penny was ecstatic. Finally Jett understood. She needed to know that Jett didn't think of her as a total submissive bitch. Penny needed to have Jett down on her just once to even the score. It was a zero sum game in which one licking from Jett would offset a thousand lickings from Penny. As she watched Jett going down on her Penny knew that from now on she could eat Jett's pussy without a shred of hesitation. She could luxuriate in the wet warmth of Jett without feeling played and tawdry. Even as Jett licked at her clit she imagined it was she on Jett. She WAS Jett's bitch. It was Penny's misplaced sense of pride that demanded to be satisfied by forcing Jett to eat her. It was unfair to Jett and she knew it. But she also knew she could spend the rest of her life making it up to her. Penny climaxed and Jett climbed into her lap and kissed her. Penny licked the excess wetness from Jett's cheeks and chin and sat back grinning. "What?" Jett asked. "I was just thinking. Our fifteen-year college reunion is coming up. We should go. We can tell everybody about our new arrangement." Jett blanched. "New arrangement? What new arrangement? This was a one time thing, deary. If you think---" Penny put her hand over Jett's mouth and said, "Hush. I meant our new living arrangement. We're roomies again. Of course, if you want to tell everybody I'm your bitch... I won't mind. I love you, Jett." And then the bitch went down on her woman.