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This stretch of the campaign trail was always brutal, spending long nights cramped in the bus. Finishing another rally, another appearance. It was beginning to wane on her, finding herself falling asleep on Rio’s shoulder more and more. Agatha barely knew they were in Boston, let alone what day it was. The last thing she remembered before dozing off was the lights of the bus flickering erratically as they went through a tunnel late at night.

When she came to, it was Rio gently shaking her, telling her the bus was smoking under the hood. The driver pulled over into a gas station, trying to solve the issue. Agatha and the rest of her team stood in the parking lot, waiting. Her feet hurt, her button up and slacks wrinkled. She wanted to get to the hotel, maybe fuck Rio’s brains out, then get some actual rest.

But her attention span had other ideas, because as she leaned against the bus, huffing in annoyance, a bright red neon sign down the street caught her eye.

GIRLS
GIRLS
GIRLS

Oh, hello.

She smirked, “I’m gonna check something out real quick…”

Agatha started walking before anyone could stop her, hearing Rio immediately trail behind.

“Agatha?” She asked.

“Hmm?” Agatha kept walking down the sidewalk, only illuminated by the street lamps and moonlight.

“Where are you going…?” Rio’s voice indicated she saw the same thing Agatha saw.

“Sounds like you already know.”

“You are the vice president of the United States of America, you can’t be seen in a strip joint!”

Agatha scoffed. “Gotta kill time somehow, maybe one of them will do a ‘Marilyn happy birthday Mr. President’ performance for me.”

“We cannot give NDAs out to the whole club.”

“Who cares? It’ll probably be so dark and seedy that nobody will recognize me.” She reached the front door of the club, yanking it open without a second thought.

“Agatha-!” Rio called after, begrudgingly following her.

“Agnes.” The bouncer at the front door tipped his hat. “I like the new look.” And motioned to her hair.

“Excuse me?” Agatha cocked her head, running a hand over the strands at the front of her hair that had gone gray.

“I could’ve sworn you were already in there…” He trailed off, looking back down at Candy Crush on his phone.

She twisted her face in confusion but kept going, noting Paint The Town Red by Doja Cat blasting throughout the club. She only recognized it because William wouldn’t stop replaying it every second of everyday on the campaign bus.

She was right about it being dark, purple LEDs being the only light source in the club. However she was pleasantly surprised to not find it all that seedy, obviously run by someone who cared. Agatha turned a corner, finding the bar, seating, and further back, a stage with a pole. There was a woman performing, ginger, dressed in red lingerie, hence the song.

“Little on the nose, don’t you think?” She snorted as she looked at Rio next to her.

“What do you wanna bet her name is something like Red or Scarlet?” Her campaign manager grinned.

“Drinks?” Agatha asked, letting her eyes linger far too long on the ass of one stripper across the room, her back was turned, long brunette hair tumbling down past her shoulders. The purple microskirt riding up dangerously high, black stockings and ‘fuck me heels’ completing the look.

They found seats, ordering their drinks when the guy tending it stopped. “Agnes, aren’t you on soon?”

She frowned. “What?”

“It goes Scarlet, then Natalie, then you, right?”

The song then changed, one woman leaving and another appearing on stage.

“No…?” Agatha tried to follow his train of thought but that seemed to be a fool's errand.

“Do you watch literally any news?” Rio barked.

How has she been mistaken for someone else twice in the span of ten minutes? She’d like to think her face was pretty recognizable at this point, she was second in fucking command after all.

“I knew you were going with the librarian,” The bartender looked worried for her. “But I think you committed to the bit a little too much.”

“Are you stupid?” Agatha squinted her eyes.

He placed two drinks down. “Okay, I’m sorry. Please, just don’t yell at me again.”

She hadn’t even gotten the gratification of yelling at him for a first time, what the fuck?

“I um, like the new color by the way.” He cautiously pointed to her hair before walking away, helping another customer.

“That was fucking weird, right?” She looked at Rio.

“Really weird.” She pulled out her phone, scrolling only to smack it a few times. “It won’t work….”

Agatha pulled out her phone, same thing, the screen was basically just static. “Mine either.”

“Hey!” Rio called over to the bartender, “Can I borrow your phone?”

“Lilia’s gonna be pissed if she sees you here again, dude!” He called back.

“Lilia?” Agatha whipped around, looking for the literal fucking governor of Illinois.

“Dude?” Rio repeated.

Agatha leaned over the bar, snatching a newspaper that was essentially being used as a coaster. She rifled through the thing, a sinking feeling in her gut–

She found the front page, which was actually sandwiched in the middle.

President Carter seeks reelection amidst groundbreaking bill to deprivatize healthcare…

“She’s not even American!” Agatha gawked.

Rio grabbed the paper from Agatha’s hands, reading the article. “President Carter, along with VP…”

“Keep going!”

Rio cleared her throat. “Along with VP Sam Wilson have-”

“Sam fucking Wilson!” She hissed. “So in this world I’m not veep, it’s a man. And in our world, I’m not president because it’s a man!”

“I think the bigger issue is where the fuck we are right now.” Rio looked around like she was in another dimension.

Maybe they were.

“Well-” Agatha was cut off by a new song blaring through the speakers.

An announcer overhead introduced yet another stripper. “Gentleman, please give a warm welcome to Agnes!”

Agatha whipped around at the name, whoever this bitch was needed to get smacked for having people mistake the vice president for a stripper. Or, well, not the vice president in this fucking time vortex.

Buttons by the Pussycat Dolls began, the lighting on the stage was low and Agatha couldn’t make out anything other than the shape of this woman. The stripper stalked onto stage with a confidence that Agatha could respect, even admire.

At the first I’m telling you to loosen up my buttons babe, the stage lights came up on full blast as that same stripper from before dressed in stockings, heels, purple microskirt, and a tiny navy cardigan stood in full center. Her hands yanked at, well, the buttons of the cardigan and ripped it open.

She looked like Agatha had back in law school if she were a bigger slut. Maybe this version of her was a bigger slut, oh that’d be too good.

Agatha would’ve been focused on her tits in a black lace push up bra, as they were probably the best she’d ever seen. But her eyes stayed on the strippers face-

Her face.

Agatha’s playful pout.

Agatha’s tits.

Agatha’s thighs.

All right in front of her as the music continued and the stripper smirked Agatha's smirk with Agatha’s lips.

Sayin’ what you gon’ do to me,

The stripper fell to her knees, seductively crawling across the stage, hair wild.

But I ain’t seen nothin’ yet.

Taking money from men like it was her birthright.

Fuck, she was hot.

And not in a ‘good for her’ type of way, but in a ‘I’d like to see her choke around my cock’ type of way.

No, that wouldn’t work. If this was another version of Agatha, the bitch definitely didn’t have a gag reflex.

She briefly checked on Rio, whose mouth was so agape, it’d give a Venus flytrap a run for its money.

“You’re seeing what I’m seeing, right?” She asked as she looked back at her younger self on stage.

Rio didn’t respond, zoned out as the stripper tore off her skirt, flinging it into the crowd of men with a coy smile on her face. She flipped her hair, making a full circle on the pole before hooking her leg around it and spinning.

Agatha gave a harsh jab to Rio’s side. “Hey!”

She finally looked at Agatha, though her eyes immediately flickered back to the stage. “Hmm?”

“Sick, creepy fuck. She can’t be more than twenty-eight.” Agatha scolded, already thinking of the stripper beneath her and begging for mercy.

“She’s closer to my age than yours!”

“Okay, but-” Agatha huffed. “That’s me, right?”

“I don’t know…she could just look a lot like you.”

“Rio.” She pointed at the stage. “Look at her tits, that's me!”

“Better get closer just to make sure.” Rio mumbled before taking off.

Agatha would make her pay for that later.

They arrived at the edge of the stage, a silver rail being the only barrier between them and the stripper. Now she was literally hanging off the pole, her thighs keeping her secure.

“God, the fucking core strength…” Agatha said in awe, maybe a little arousal.

Rio’s jaw was open yet again, hypnotized by the younger version of her.

Agatha watched the way her abs tensed, how her thighs gripped.

Agatha always wondered what it would be like to ride her own nose, she had the perfect one for such an activity. She snapped her fingers at Rio.

“Money.” She ordered.

Rio just reached into her suit jacket and wordlessly handed over her wallet, still drooling over the stripper.

Agatha smiled at the plan already forming in her head, fishing out a few bills and slinging her hand over the rail. Her younger counterpart slinked down to the ground from her place on the pole, crawling to where Agatha held out a crisp $100 bill.

As the stripper reached out, she locked eyes with Agatha, almost cringing away before getting closer out of morbid curiosity.

“Agnes.” Agatha curled her lips. “Big fan of your work as of twenty minutes ago.”

“It’s Agatha.” She matched the smile with one of her own, winking before getting back up and finishing her routine.

When she finally disappeared behind the velvet curtains again, Agatha stormed to the door marked ‘Employees Only’ and Rio followed because of course she did. They were stopped by security, claiming they couldn’t go back there for dancers' safety.

“Wait, weren’t you just on stage?” The security dude cluelessly questioned.

“Oh my fucking god.” Agatha yearned to commit acts of violence.

The door swung open, her younger counterpart proudly donning the same lingerie from her performance. “Thanks Herb, I got it.”

“This your mom, Miss Agnes?” He asked.

“Sister.” She smirked.

“Does your boyfriend have a twin?” Herb motioned over to Rio.

Stripper her seductively bit her lip. “Apparently, thank god.”

Herb scrunched his face. “...That’s fucked up.”

“Boyfriend?” Rio parroted in horror. “I’m a man in this world?”

“I date men in this world?!” Agatha yelled.

Stripper Agatha grabbed them both, leading them away from Herb. “Jesus fuck, you two are uptight.”

They were led to a place called the champagne room, the stripper closing the curtain, secluding the three of them.

“I can handle the lack of bush, though I don’t respect it…but a man?!” Agatha squawked.

“Okay,” The younger her began. “First off, who the fuck are you who?”

Agatha stepped closer. “Who are you?”

“Agatha Harkness. Agnes to the perverted men I scam.”

“I’m Agatha Harkness, and I’ve been mistaken for you all night!.”

She smirked, gazing at Agatha. “Mmmh, yes ma’am.”

“I’ve used that one before.” Rio chirped.

The stripper tracked her eyes over to Rio. “So we’re together in every universe?”

“Yeah, I guess.” Rio rushed out. “Onto the bigger issue, am I a man here?!”

“Of course not.” She shrugged. “My Rio is transmasc, he’s on T and prefers to be my boyfriend.”

Rio let out a breath of relief. “Oh, thank god. I was so scared for a sec-”

“What do they look like?” Agatha interjected, getting even closer.

She manically grinned. “He’s kinda buff, really hot, butch.”

Her mouth went dry.

“Okay there’s only one rational solution here.” Agatha calmly stated.

“I agree.” Younger her nodded, closing the gap until they were almost touching.

Rio filled in the blanks. “Yeah, work together and find a way back to our-”

“We need to fuck.” Both Agatha declared in perfect unison.

Rio immediately amended her statement. “Right, yeah. That’s- that’s what I was going to say too.”

“You’re beautiful.” Stripper Agatha softly spoke, a breath away from her face. Her hand came up to her hair, a finger twirling around the gray streak at the front. “Good to know I’ll age hot.”

“Obviously.” Agatha snarked, her own hand snaking around the younger one’s waist. She let her hand slide against the soft twenty-something skin, nails scratching. “Your ass…”

“Your nose.” The stripper added.

Agatha snorted. “Thank god we didn’t get that nose job, right?”

“It’s perfect to ride.”

“I’m gonna test it out.” Agatha whispered before closing the gap completely, her lips brushing her own, or her own thirty years ago.

The stripper curled her fingers around the base of her skull, pulling her in. Agatha let her other hand join, both splayed on her counterpart’s ass, greedily groping.

She felt a familiar move, it was familiar because it was her own. A tongue swiped along her bottom lip, trying to gain access. Agatha chuckled, walking them back until the stripper hit the wall, a needy gasp escaping her lips.

Agatha used the moment to slip her tongue into the stripper’s mouth, dominating her. Apparently, this variant wasn’t opposed to giving up control.

Oh, this was going to be delicious.

“Fuck.” Rio nearly whimpered.

Agatha pulled back, looking at Rio standing there.

She looked back at her variant. “Is your Rio that pathetic?”

“More so.” She husked.

“I’m assuming he’s at your place?”

“Yup.”

“Get changed. You’re taking us home with you.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Agatha wickedly curled her lips. “Good girl.”

“God, fuck.” The stripper moaned.

Wow, Agatha really was easy.

In every universe.

One ounce of praise and she was a mess.

One very sexually charged Uber ride later, and Agatha followed her counterpart up a flight of stairs in some bougie apartment building in downtown Boston.

“How the hell do you afford this stripping?”

Her clone briefly looked back. “Rio’s a software developer. Makes a fuckton.”

Agatha looked at her Rio. “Why don’t you financially support me?”

Rio’s eyes went wide. “I work for you!”

The stripper cackled. “She’s your boss? Bet you fucking love that.”

“Keep talking and I’ll find another use for your mouth.” Rio muttered.

“Creep.” Agatha sniped.

“You wanna fuck a twenty-five year old sooooo bad, it makes you look stupid.” The stripper piled on, stopping at the door and fiddling with her keys. “That’s so problematic.”

Rio pointed to Agatha. “She’s double your age!”

“Yeah, but she’s me so it’s hot.” The variant shrugged and opened the door. “Honey, I’m home and I have a surprise!”

“That you, gorgeous?” A voice that sounded like Rio’s answered, deeper and slightly gravelly.

“Is that what we sound like? It’s insufferable.” Agatha scrunched her face as she followed behind and through the doorway.

“No, cariño. We’re different.” Rio placated, unaware that they were in fact, no better than their alternate versions

The stripper immediately disappeared into a separate room, exchanging soft murmurs with her Rio. “Imagine me but, like, a MILF.”

Agatha studied the apartment, the life this version of her led. A cozy living room, degrees on the wall, pictures of her and Rio everywhere. Well not her and not her Rio.

Just an Agatha and a Rio.

“Really?!” The other Rio shouted before emerging from what looked to be an office.

Finally, her plan could begin. She locked eyes onto variant, standing before her in a muscle tank and snoopy boxers. They had the same crooked smile as her Rio, same eyes, but their face was slightly more angular if that was even possible. Rio already had a sharp jawline, but this Rio? Yeah, theirs could cut glass.

And the stripper wasn’t lying when she said her Rio was buff. Agatha approached, lightly drawing one finger over the contour of their bicep.

“Aren’t you handsome...” Agatha gushed.

The Rio went red. “Oh um, uh-”

Agatha looked at her clone. “They do speak, yes?”

Her variant snorted. “Told you. Pathetic.”

The Rio cleared his throat, awkwardly slouching and shuffling their legs.

Agatha looked down, grinning. “A little praise, a little degradation and you’re already hard?”

They swallowed. “Sorry, you’re just….yeah.”

Her Rio came over, inspecting her own variant. “Snoopy boxers?”

“They’re comfortable-”

“I own those!”

“Right, they’re so soft.”

“And they have the little pouch-”

“Hey.” Agatha snapped her fingers, grabbing her younger self. “We’re gonna go fuck if you two ever stop jacking each other off.”

Agatha and herself left for the bedroom.

“She’s mean.” They said in awe.

“I know.” Rio agreed, voice laced with affection. “Wait, is yours nice?”

He grinned. “Nope.”

“God, I understand why you’d get a boner all the time.”

“It’s actually become a problem, she yells and gets this fucking vein in her forehead-”

“Mine too!”

“I wanna lick it.”

“Me too!”

“And then she does that thing where her voice gets all raspy…”

“And it gets kind of breathy…”

They both stood in silence for a beat.

“We should probably-”

“Why the fuck aren’t we in there-”

The Rios took off towards the bedroom.

The two were greeted by Agatha pinning her younger self to the wall, one hand on her neck the other unzipping her jeans.

She pulled back from devouring her younger self, ignoring the heavy breathing of her variant. “So glad you decided to join.”

Her Rio took off her suit jacket, reaching for the buttons of her shirt.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, my love.” Agatha chided, her grip squeezing her clone’s throat without mercy. “Be good and take a seat.”

“What-” Rio stumbled in confusion. “I- I don’t get to-”

“Not yet. You liked watching her so much on stage, what’s a little while longer?” She faux pouted. “This is about me, baby. Like everything.”

Rio looked genuinely distraught but listened, accepting her fate and slumping in the chair in the corner.

The other Rio stood frozen, awaiting instructions.

“Hey, handsome.” She got their attention, her hand snaking into his girlfriend's pants, not even giving herself the decency of being looked at while she did so. “You wanna make yourself useful?”

They nodded like an obedient puppy.

“Go get me every harness and strap you two own.” She finally gazed back at the stripper. “Knowing me, I like options.” She raked her nails through the sorry excuse for a bush (basically just a five o’clock shadow for fuck’s sake) that the twenty-five year old had before turning her attention back to Rio’s variant. “Set them on the dresser for me.”

They immediately rushed around, opening the bedside drawer and pulling out the collection of sex toys.

Agatha looked back at herself pinned to the wall. “I’ve always wondered what my pussy would feel like from an outside perspective, especially so young and tight.”

The stripper scoffed. “Of course you have.”

Agatha collected the slick collecting in her variant’s underwear, running her fingers through her slit. She manically grinned before simply prodding the stripper’s entrance. The twenty-five year old’s eyes fluttered.

She looked so unaware, so full of life.

Yeah, no way this Agatha had been through all the bullshit that actual Agatha had been through.

She almost felt a sense of guilt for what she was about to do–

Almost.

After a beat, making sure her fingers were wet enough, Agatha sunk three fingers into herself.

“Fuck!” Her clone screamed, hands reaching to claw at Agatha’s back.

“Actually, surprisingly tight given just how much of a slut I know you are.” She condescended, not giving any time to adjust.

Jesus Christ, this version of her had fucking talons. Acrylics that threatened to rip right through the fabric of her shirt.

Her Rio sitting in the chair whistled to get Agatha’s attention, bending over to grab a pair of silk handcuffs from the sex drawer. “Cariño.”

She smiled at her love, her fingers starting to pump. “Good boy.”

It was like when a dog heard the word ‘treat’, both Rio’s ears perking up.

“Bring ‘em over.” She motioned with her head, her hands currently occupied between her variant’s throat and cunt.

She heard her younger self moan, walls clenching around Agatha’s fingers. “I knew we had good hands.”

“It’s like we were born to be a dyke.”

“My mother didn’t want me to be born to begin with.”

“I’m three fingers deep and you want to talk about her?”

“Can you not compartmentalize?” The stripper quirked her eyebrow in a challenge. “Or multitask?”

Her Rio came behind them, diligently standing there with the cuffs.

Agatha bitterly chuckled before pulling her fingers out and releasing the stripper’s throat. She yanked off her top and jeans, followed by her bra and underwear. She took the cuffs from Rio and wrangled them onto her clone.

She fisted her hand into that fucking mane that was a pain in the ass to maintain, using the leverage at the base of her neck to throw her onto the bed as though she were a rag doll. The stripper landed with a soft thud, hands secured behind her back.

“Sit back down.” She ordered her Rio, watching as she took her seat again. The other Rio was laying out the multiple strap-ons and harnesses.

Her variant wiggled to roll herself over onto her back, hands now bound.

Agatha towered over her as she undid the button on her own shirt, followed by her trousers. “What you don’t seem to understand, pet, is that you are nothing more than a toy to me. I don’t want to know how mean our mother was or what bullshit you carry around with you. You are nothing to me.”

“Okay well,” She pursed her lips. “That’s confusing because you just said I was a toy.”

“Did your mother ever slap you?”

“No.”

“Consider that a miracle because I’m fighting the urge right now.”

The younger one’s jaw dropped, a sharp breath exiting her mouth. “Oh, please do…”

With consent, Agatha’s hand shot out, delivering a quick strike across her admittedly beautiful face. A pathetic whine left the stripper’s throat, her thighs clamping together.

“Baby?” Her clone’s boyfriend asked in concern, still standing by the dresser.

“I’m alright.” She assured. “I literally asked for it.”

Agatha gazed at herself with twisted pride. “Good girl.” She zeroed in on the other Rio. “You can go join my Rio in the cuck chair.”

“Fuck…” They mumbled, sulking over and taking a seat.

“Welcome to the sidelines.” Her Rio sarcastically greeted.

She turned her attention to the woman simply waiting to be destroyed, currently writhing on the bed.

“Traffic light system?”

Her variant smirked. “It’s cute you think I’ll need it.”

“Keep talking back and I’ll just fuck your Rio and leave.”

Her face dropped. “What?”

Her Rio’s eyes bugged in fear. “What?!”

Boyfriend Rio grinned as though they had won the lottery. “Awesome.”

Agatha took off her bra, flinging it towards the Rio’s in the corners, followed by her underwear. She did not miss the way they subtly fought over the soaked pair of lace.

“Now,” She straddled herself. “Let’s test that theory about our nose, hmm?”

She pushed herself down more than necessary, if not just to try and put this fucking menace in her place. Shuffling up until she was over her face, grabbing her hair at the root and tugging her own mouth to her pussy.

They moaned in unison, the stripper's tongue darting out and dragging through Agatha’s folds before pausing at her clit. Agatha shut her eyes briefly at the contact, hips rolling down against the warm, wet muscle.

“So your mouth is good for something...” She breathed out, dropping her hold on the younger one’s hair. Her clone’s head landed back on the duvet with a soft thud before Agatha fully sat on her face.

Fuck, something about smothering herself with her own cunt, giving her no choice but to eat, was intoxicating. And yeah, she was right about their nose. She felt her own tongue delve inside her as she ground down on the most perfect nose to possibly ever exist. God, nobody truly appreciated just how hot Agatha was, but Rio was a close second.

“That’s it, angel.” Agatha spoke to herself but kept her eyes on the Rios.

Her Rio had her legs crossed, jaw slack as her hands dug into the cushion of the seat.

The other Rio was leaned forward, jaw slack as their hands dug into the cushion of the seat.

In every universe, huh?

Kind of endearing in a very perverted way.

“So good for me.” Her hips snapped as the younger version of herself wriggled beneath her. Tongue eager and body impatient. “C’mon, sweetheart. You know what I’d like.”

The stripper moaned as she bobbed her head, her nose grinding in perfect cadence with Agatha’s hips, tongue working inside of her. Agatha placed a hand behind herself, landing on the variant’s thigh as she ground against the now shiny face. Blue eyes peered up at her, though they were hazy with lust.

A groan tore from her throat as she made eye contact with her Rio, her brain subconsciously doing what it always did–

Perform.

She let her free hand come to her breast, palming it before rolling her nipple between her index and middle finger. Her mouth dropped into an ‘O’ shape as she rode faster. She saw the other Rio flickering between Agatha and their girlfriend currently being suffocated between plush thighs.

“Shit.” Agatha whined, finding that the bridge of her nose was euphoric to feel against her clit. The miniscule bump hitting just right and making her stomach coil with heat.

Blue eyes met brown, the brown of her Rio. She zeroed in on her girlfriend in the chair across the room, giving her a wink before roughly bucking her hips in quick succession. Making sure that her younger self’s face would be coated in her arousal before freezing.

Her orgasm hit her as her thighs shook, her stomach tensing as she cried out. It was nothing intelligible. Between riding her own nose and feeling two sets of eyes, Rio’s eyes on her, her brain went static for a moment.

When she finally lifted herself up, she looked back down at her variant.

The stripper licked her lips, as if to savor the taste. “Just an FYI, there’s no use in implementing a traffic system if I’m both bound and unable to speak.”

“I’d gag you but then I wouldn’t be able to shove my cock down your throat.”

“I’m hearing a lot of talking, and not seeing much action.”

Agatha cocked her head at the two Rio’s, her tone almost apologetic. “Okay, I get it now.”

She sighed as she got up because damn, Agatha was fucking bratty. Not that she was unaware, but being the brat was much more gratifying than being a brat tamer.

“Can I turn on the lamp?” The variant of her girlfriend squeaked. “If we’re only allowed to watch then I’d like a better view.”

Her Rio snapped her fingers before pointing to her clone. “Excellent question, I vote yes.”

“This is not a democracy.” Agatha declared, walking over to the dresser and surveying her options. “Ironically enough.”

“Please, mi amor?” Her Rio rasped, sounding starved, huge fucking puppydog eyes.

She rolled her own eyes. “Fine.”

The only light currently in the room was that from the hall, in the midst of slamming herself against a wall, Agatha hadn’t cared to find a light switch.

Boyfriend Rio leaned over, clicking on the bedside lamp, a soft glow illuminating the bedroom.

“Holy shit.” They tilted their head as they drooled over Agatha by the dresser.

“I know.” Her Rio smirked before gazing at the younger Agatha bound and breathless on the bed. “Fuck.”

“My god. They’re a nerd no matter the timeline.” Agatha muttered under her breath, adjusting a harness and corresponding strap-on.

“Yes, we’re both hot.” The stripper hissed. “Now if you two could keep it in your pants, I’d like to come at some point.”

Agatha cackled, making her way back to the bed. “You’re not in charge here, superstar.”

“Um,” The other Rio piped up, “What’s- what’s that?” And pointed to his own ribs.

She looked down, and ah, that.

“Me.” Her Rio smiled proudly at the R carved into Agatha’s skin.

The Rio variant whipped his head to look at her Rio. “She let you do that?!”

“I have an idea for next date night.” The stripper smirked. “Sick fucks.”

Agatha slapped two hands down onto her younger self’s thighs, dragging her off the bed to kneel on the floor. “Oh, sweetheart. You have no clue.”

“Wait!” Her Rio shouted, idly digging through the still open sex drawer. She pulled out a few items, getting up and presenting them to Agatha.

As she looked down at them, her smile grew. “God, I love you.”

Rio preened. “Thought you’d like that.”

She looked at the clone still relegated to the cuck chair. “You holding out on me?”

He frowned. “You said every strap and harness…I delivered.”

“Fuck.” The stripper muttered, still kneeling at both Agatha and Rio’s feet.

She gave Rio a sweet kiss, ignoring the younger woman on the floor, thighs shiny with neglected arousal. “You want the honors?”

Rio’s jaw dropped as her eyes brightened. “Fuck, yes.”

The items in question were a pretty green anal plug, sparkling jewel on the end of the thinnest part, and lube. She crouched down to her variant, grabbing her hair at the root and whispering in her ear. “I don’t know about your Rio, but mine has a certain…affinity for our ass. Be good and let her have her fun, hm?”

The twenty-five year old was almost panting, beyond turned on with no relief. “Yes, ma’am.”

Agatha curled her lips upwards, pulling on the locks so her head rested on the floor, ass up. She looked at her girlfriend, presenting her younger self. “All you, baby.”

“Thank you, mi amor.” Rio smiled before situating herself behind the stripper, placing a gentle hand on her lower back. “Look at you…”

“I’m literally paid precisely for that.” The Agatha doppelganger huffed, head turned to the side and rolled her eyes. “Isn’t that what you two have been doing in the cuck chair all night? Looking.”

Rio chuckled before raising a hand and harshly bringing down to her ass, spanking her, the stripper letting out a low moan in response. “You might give my Agatha a run for her money with how fucking bratty you are.”

“I aim to be the best.”

“Mmmmhhh.” Rio let her hands wander, caressing the soft skin. “I’ll be polite for now, but the second she’s done with you and I get my turn? Querida, I’m going to fucking ruin you.” And spread the stripper’s ass cheeks, biting her lower lip.

“Oh, god.” She shuddered, arching into the touch.

Rio simply pursed her lips, letting the salvia fall right above her hole and drip downwards. Yeah, she had lube, but spit made it feel all the more degrading. She popped two fingers into her mouth before bringing one to the younger one’s asshole, easily letting it sink in. The Agatha on the floor whimpered, Rio pumping a couple times before adding another.

The stripper took a sharp inhale of breath but didn't say anything, content to feel the ache and the slight pain that accompanied Rio’s movements.

“Aww,” Agatha cooed, lording over her variant. “Now you’re so quiet. Is your off button up your ass?”

“You- you, uh- ahh- oh,” The stripper responded, broken fragments of words. “You would know.”

“Little slut can barely think.” Rio smirked, fingers driving. “Poor thing.”

“Get on with it.” Agatha ordered, motioning to the strap-on that had yet to be used on the doppelganger. “I am quite literally standing here with my dick in my hands.”

Rio pulled out her fingers, ignoring the groan of the younger woman and reaching for the plug and the lube. “Of course, mi vida.”

The Agatha variant squinted at her Rio, his T-dick currently poking through his boxers. “Why don’t you call me cute shit in Spanish?”

His eyes trailed away from her ass on full display up to her face. “I can if you want.”

“You speak Spanish, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“So then what the fuck?” She bit out as Rio brought the lube covered plug to her waiting hole. “F-fuck.”

Rio carefully eased in the plug, definitely on the smaller end, watching as it plunged deeper and deeper. Once it had been completely swallowed, Rio grinned, wrapping her fingers around the jewel and lightly tugging, letting it sit at the widest point for a moment.

“Please,” Agatha’s variant moaned, “Please, someone, for the love of g-god, fuck me.”

“One tiny princess plug and you’re already begging?” Agatha scoffed from above her. “Yeah, we are not the same.”

Rio let the plug sink back in and stood, brushing her hands together like she had just finished a hard day's work. “I’m going to go wash my hands, try not to make her cry before I get back.” And left for the en suite bathroom.

“No promises.” Agatha spoke, bringing the stripper back upright to a kneeling position. “Now, my cock is not going to suck itself, angel.”

The variant looked slightly dazed. “Can I finally come after this?”

“Not up to me,” She pushed her counterpart’s head closer to the seven inch, bright purple strap-on. “You’re getting this ready for Rio, darling.”

“Which one?”

“Does it matter?”

That was a lie, she already knew which Rio would be fucking the clone, but keeping her guessing was more fun. Agatha would be lying if she said she wasn’t itching to explore her variant’s boyfriend and the tent in his underwear.

The stripper contemplated for a moment before acquiescing. “Guess not.”

Agatha brought her free hand to the base of the strap, tapping the tip against the stripper’s lower lip. “Open up, superstar.”

She did so, eyes peering up at Agatha as the length disappeared into her mouth. Agatha wickedly smiled, a warm feeling spreading throughout her chest at watching herself taking her cock down her throat. Fuck, Rio was a lucky, lucky woman– or person, depending on the universe.

“Perfect timing.” Her Rio muttered as she left the bathroom, heading back to the chair. “Try to be gentle on her throat, it’s no fun if she can’t scream later on because her voice is gone.”

Agatha scoffed, looking at her girlfriend rather than the woman currently blowing her. “It’s my throat. I’ll fuck it how I see fit.”

The Rio variant hadn’t looked away, possibly hadn’t even blinked, in minutes. They sat as obediently as a well-trained puppy, basically drooling at Agatha skull-fucking his girlfriend.

“Doing alright, hon?” Agatha asked the stripper, who nodded around the silicone in her mouth. “Good girl, now let’s see if our gag reflex withstands multiversal travel, yeah?” And pushed the hand at the back of her clone’s head, making her take it further down her esophagus.

Agatha held her head stationary as she snapped her hips, finally causing a beautiful gag to emit into the room. The younger woman’s eyes became glassy as Agatha kept going, tears pooling.

“Such a whore until someone fucks you like one.” Agatha rasped, the grind pad of the strap hitting her clit over and over. “I gotta say, angel, I’m disappointed.”

And even though Agatha was literally her, the strippers' brows still furrowed. Her eyes still plead for approval. Apparently, having any older woman degrade her, unlocked Agatha’s raging mommy issues. Even if it was her own damn self.

The variant moved with renewed energy, letting her mouth be used if it meant Agatha would praise her at the end. Which Agatha had no qualms with, something about seeing herself like this, a toy to be manipulated, satiated a dark and unforgiving corner of her mind. An outlet for all those thoughts that swirled in her head on a constant basis, that this was all she was good for. All she had to offer.

Tears began to streak down that heavenly face, the gagging becoming louder. And Agatha felt herself getting closer and closer, something twisting inside of her getting off to the self flagellation.

Oooh, did they have a paddle? Flogger? Riding crop? Fuck it, a hair brush?

Fuck, one thing at a time, focus.

The woman kneeling sputtered, too much for even Agatha’s sadistic liking. She quickly pulled out despite her own impending orgasm.

“Hon, color?”

She coughed a few times before looking up again. “Oh, I’m fine. Green. I think you just hit my uvula.”

“Unbelievable.” Agatha rolled her eyes, shoving the doppelganger down, stuffing her cock back down her throat. “Such a needy bitch.”

Her alternate version moaned at the words, the insults hitting her brain and causing her to become more compliant.

“Are you a cockslut, darling?” Agatha raised her brows as her hips drove faster, painfully close to her peak. “Are you this pathetic for your boyfriend?”

Another moan, though this time from her clone’s boyfriend, basically melting into the chair on the other side of the room. Oh she was going to fuck that dyke if it was the last thing she ever did, Rio was too fucking hot in every goddamn universe.

She smiled, keeping eye contact with Boyfriend Rio, almost challenging him. The poor son of bitch looked to be melting beneath her gaze, an ant under a microscope. Her hips ground once, twice more, the grind pad finally hitting just right. Her body slumped slightly as she came, a breathy groan exiting her lips. Agatha ripped herself back, ignoring the symphony of coughing and hacking.

Once the harness was undone, Agatha snapped her fingers to get her girlfriend’s attention. “My love.”

Both Rio’s perked up again and Agatha chuckled. “My love.” She repeated, her Rio standing and walking over. She handed over the harness, the strap still glistening with spit. Agatha gave Rio a kiss before whispering “Do your worst, baby. I expect to see her convulsing by the time you’re done.”

Rio cleared her throat, nodding. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Good boy.” She said, brushing past her to formally introduce herself to Rio’s variant in the corner of the room. Agatha stalked over the way a cat does when it’s cornered a mouse, every step having its purpose. When she arrived where he sat, she looked down, towering over the clone and smiling.

They looked up, an audible gulp emitting between the two. She idly heard her Rio undressing and getting situated with the harness, the stripper laughing at another realization.

“Oh! How nice of me to mark my territory.” Agatha’s variant snorted, referring to the carved AGATHA on her Rio’s inner thigh. “You’re whipped in every universe.”

She didn’t pay attention to Rio’s response, only the stripper being flung onto the bed by a steely grip in her hair. Agatha peered down at the boyfriend, a saccharine smile on her lips. “Hi, handsome.”

His pupils ate up all the copper in their eyes, jaw slackened. “Hi.”

Agatha leaned down, placing gentle hands on his thighs. “I won’t bite, you know.” Her face became level with his, grinning. “Well, not hard.”

“That’s a fucking lie.” Her girlfriend called out from behind her.

The Rio currently writhing beneath her view smiled, their voice quiet. “I- I don’t mind.”

Agatha dropped to her knees, the pads of her fingers running lightly over the hair on this Rio’s legs. “So compliant. Tell me, are you just as responsive as my Rio?”

“I’ve had a boner since the moment I saw you, safe to say-”

“You want help with that, big boy?”

His eyes flickered down to his crotch, motioning to the protrusion. “You mean-”

“Can I take these off?” Her fingers skirted up the fabric of his boxer briefs, coiling around the waistband. “I’m flattered and all, but I think it’d be much more productive to actually do something about it.”

“Yeah, um…yeah.” They breathed out, panting though nothing had happened yet.

She tugged the underwear, Rio’s hips lifting in accordance. She threw the briefs over her shoulder, paying no mind to her younger self’s whimpers. What her girlfriend was doing, Agatha didn’t really care, not as she took stock in the person in front of her. Her mouth was fucking watering, but she’d play nice, for now.

She tilted her head towards his shirt. “Get rid of that for me.”

And on command, he did. The shirt was gone within a blink of her eye, leaving them bare aside from some tape on his chest. “Yes, ma’am.”

“She’s kept you well-trained.” She quirked her brow, “You like it when we tell you what to do, pet?” And spread their legs.

“Mmmh.” He hummed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Aww, baby.” She cooed, looking at the sticky and wet thatch of hair at the apex of his thighs. His T-dick was red and pulsing, must’ve been sensitive from the blood flow. “You’re dripping.”

“Sorry.” They squeaked, face crimson in possible embarrassment–

Or arousal.

“Can you do me a favor, hot stuff?”

They eagerly nodded, their hands rolled into fists at their side.

“Hold my hair back.”

“I can touch it?”

“You can pull it for all I care.” She winked. “And do.”

His hands gently carded through her locks, fingers tangling at the root. “My Agatha doesn’t really let me pull hers.”

The stripper's voice boomed from across the room. “Jesus- Fuck!” Agatha whipped her head around, watching as her Rio used the clone’s hair as a leash while brutally fucking her from behind. The younger Agatha’s body twitched, face scrunched in pleasure as Rio viciously drove in.

Agatha looked back at him. “Seems like she’s changed her mind.”

“Oh my god!”

Their eyes stayed glued to his girlfriend, the sick fucking voyeur. “Guess so.”

She reached up, cupping his chin and forcing his gaze down on her. “Eyes down here, unless you’d rather I let my Rio take me and her for a spin at the same time and leave you here in the cuck chair.”

“No, no.” He sat up a little straighter.

“You’re going to have to be more polite than that, where are your manners?”

“Please. Please, Agatha.”

It was strangely uncanny hearing him beg and use her name in the same voice as her love, when he wasn’t her love.

“Please, please, please.” They chanted, unabashedly.

In tandem, her Rio’s voice carried just enough for her to make out a spiteful “Good girl.”

And though she had used a similar term to praise both the Rios in this room, something about her girlfriend praising another woman in the same way she praised Agatha, made her feel jealous. Homicidal, really. She didn’t care if Rio was literally fucking her (just thirty years younger) right now, how fucking dare she call another woman that.

Agatha darted her tongue out to wet her bottom lip. “What does she call you?”

His brows furrowed, a pain behind his eye from not being touched yet. “What?”

“In bed. When you’re in charge. What does she call you?”

“Uh, um…daddy.”

She scowled. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s stupid-”

She sighed, bracing her weight and supporting herself by gripping his hips. “Very well, then.” And she swallowed her pride, if for nothing else other than to make her girlfriend livid. “Daddy.”

“Holy shit.” They murmured, clutching to her hair as she let her tongue drag along his length.

Agatha smiled to herself before parting her lips enough to wrap around the few inches, it wasn’t necessarily thick but longer than she had expected. She swirled her tongue around him as she suctioned her lips, looking up through her lashes as though her eyes didn’t twinkle with a demonic tease. And this poor son of bitch, if he was a goner before, he was six feet under now. Their face contorted in pleasure and a hint of fear, no doubt scared that they wouldn’t last. Which, by the way their dick was twitching on her tongue, he had good reason to be.

They tasted close to how her Rio did, a miniscule difference, still delicious. She pulled back just enough to run her tongue through his folds, gathering the slick and moaning. Loud enough to finally catch someone’s attention.

“Baby,” Her girlfriend called out over the stripper’s moans (which were definitely exaggerated in Agatha’s opinion, they did not sound like that) “Watcha doin’?”

She pulled her head away, reveling in the whimper the Rio clone emitted in response. “Blowing him.” Agatha peeked over her shoulder, the younger her had her mouth agape and her acrylics clawing at the sheets. “Why, what’s it look like?”

Her girlfriend cocked her head, pulling at the stripper’s hips harder, her thrusts becoming more brutal. Agatha’s variant screamed out, her eyes rolling back as Rio continued to stare at Agatha. As if fucking the clone harder would somehow punish the actual her, in retaliation she spit into her hand. Once her fingers were sufficiently coated in saliva, she brought her index and ring finger back to the boyfriend. Agatha glared at her Rio as she began stoking the other, jacking him off while keeping full eye contact with her girlfriend.

Her Rio released a deep exhale of air, rising to meet the challenge. One of her hands wandered up the stripper’s spine, coiling up and around her neck to choke her. “Tell me angel, can you handle this or should I worry about causing a back injury?”

“I-” Her younger self struggled to speak through the pummeling pace. “I- Fucking hell! N- no.”

Fine, Agatha could play that game.

Her lips curled up, speaking to the boyfriend but not looking at him. “How’s your hip, hon?” She raised her brows, asking perfectly innocently “Can you last more than a few pumps without breaking it?”

“Wha- what?” They breathlessly answered, so dazed as Agatha’s hand sped up.

“It was a ligament tear!” Her girlfriend corrected, snapping her hips harder against the woman she was fucking.

“Easy, baby. We don’t have a cane for you this time!”

“Bet you’d love it if I did!”

“Motherfucker, oh- I- c- can’t, oh fuck!” The stripper crumpled, her body seizing as she came.

Agatha pinched her fingers together, adding more pressure. She finally whipped her head back around, eyes deadly as she spoke her command. “Be a good boy and come for me, sweetheart.”

Rio’s doppelganger went rigid on a dime, his fingers tugging her hair as an outlet for their orgasm. “¡Carajo!”

Through her labored breaths, the younger Agatha squinted her eyes at her boyfriend. “Oh, so you’ll speak Spanish for her?!”

Yeah, Agatha was not getting in between that lover’s quarrel. Especially not as her Rio pulled out, leaving the stripper slumped against the mattress. She stormed over, slapping her variant’s hands away from Agatha. “Manos fuera, cabrón.”

“She told me to!” He said, hands up in defense.

Rio wrapped her grip around Agatha’s arm, hauling her up and onto her feet. She found herself giggling, far too satisfied with Rio’s tantrum to care about the consequences. Her girlfriend slammed her against the nearest wall, possessive fingers digging into her hips and ass, hoisting her up. “You have fun?”

“Quite a bit, actually.” She leaned her weight back, hooking her ankles around Rio, her arms slung over her shoulders. “You?”

“I didn’t put my fucking mouth on her, Agatha.”

“C’mon, I barely tasted them.”

Rio lined herself up, cock still dripping from the younger woman. “Can’t fucking believe you-”

“You were the one fucking a twenty year old!”

“I’m twenty-five!” The stripper interjected, her boyfriend climbing onto the bed to undo her restraints. “You fucking freaks.”

“You good, my love?” He asked, helping her to sit upright.

“I don’t know, was her head good?!”

“What about my clone’s dick?!”

Agatha was too busy eavesdropping on the argument to notice her girlfriend rear back and dive forward, splitting her open in one fluid motion. She bit her lip to stifle her yelp, her head hitting the wall from the power of Rio’s thrust.

She had been too wrapped up in the others to realize just how fucking empty she had felt up until this very moment. The strap was perfect. Perfect length, size, girth, amazing ridges. Like she had picked it out herself, and in a way, she did.

“You’re fucking mine.” Rio growled, driving in.

“Yeah, says so on her ass. We all know!” The stripper announced, looking at her boyfriend. “Go grab a strap, I wanna watch this.”

Agatha dug her nails into the skin of Rio’s back, fighting to speak. “D- did you come? With her?”

Rio’s vicious pace didn’t ease, not in the slightest, but her eyes softened. “No.”

“Why not?”

“She’s not you.” Rio answered honestly.

She bared her teeth, similar to a smile but much more aggressive. “Yeah? Couldn’t come knowing you weren’t doing so for your owner?”

Rio whined, her motions stuttered, her grip bruising. “Agatha-”

“Uh uh, baby. What’s my title?”

“M- Madam President.” She whimpered, frantically pumping, obviously close.

“That’s it, pet.” Agatha rasped, her walls fluttering around Rio’s cock. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

She pouted, sympathetically cooing “Aw, that’s right. Nobody can do this for you, can they?”

“No.”

“No one else can make you feel this good, huh?”

“Please.” Rio pathetically begged, waiting for permission to let go.

“Put your thumb on my clit.”

And like the pet she was, Rio obeyed. Her thumb scrambled to Agatha’s clit, massaging just the right way. “I can’t, I need to–”

“You don’t have needs. You’ll come when I say so.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Rio choked out, redoubling her efforts.

Agatha vaguely made out the image of their doppelgangers going at it on the bed, the stripper riding reverse so she could watch–

Voyeuristic fucks.

But she could appreciate the way her clone’s tits bounced on each return of her boyfriend’s dick. The way her abs tensed and her heavy gaze, she was getting off on the degradation just as much as Agatha did. Maybe she taught her a few things about driving Rio to the brink of tears, that’d be a sweet moment.

Rio ducked her head down, her hungry mouth licking and nipping at Agatha’s sweaty skin, muffling her moans. Her girlfriend's lips brushed along her neck, then her jaw, across her cheek, until finally kissing her. Agatha’s back arched off the wall, viciously meeting Rio and licking into her mouth like fire takes to dried wood. It was messy and uncoordinated and she couldn’t care as her stomach coiled, her body beginning to shake.

“Ri-” She whispered against her love’s lips like a prayer. “Baby.”

“Please come for me, you’re so beautiful when you come just for me.”

And she broke, or more accurately shattered. Her legs constricted like a cobra around Rio’s waist, a feral “FUCK, RIO! ripping from her throat. Whether it was the warm up from the stripper, the jealousy, or Rio, one thing was clear; she’d never come harder in her life. Something addictive about knowing Rio could’ve come with a younger, arguably hotter, version of herself and she chose not to.

Because even if they were the same, that Agatha wasn’t her Agatha.

Side note, Agatha knew she was hotter than the stripper, but societal standards could say otherwise. However, the way those honeyed eyes remained locked onto her and her alone? Her girlfriend deserved a reward.

“Good boy.” She shuddered, her weight being held completely by Rio as right now she felt boneless. “Your turn.”

Rio’s hips slammed in, their skin flush with one another as her girlfriend came. The whisper of an “Agatha.” ghosted across her lips, Rio’s fingers leaving outlines from how forcefully she was holding onto Agatha.

They variants made noises of their own immediately afterwards, but Agatha was too caught up in her Rio and how she was still languidly thrusting. If she had been on edge since fucking her double, her girlfriend could already be sensitive again. She ran her digits along the nape of Rio’s neck, brushing her nose along the soft skin of her cheek.

“I’m…” Rio’s voice broke, pitiful in her attempts to speak.

“That’s okay, baby. Take what you need.”

“You feel too good.”

“Show me.” She gently encouraged.

“Don’t wanna drop you.”

“You won’t, you’d never.”

“Mi amor.” Rio nearly cried, her hands trembling. “I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, my love.” Agatha said, bracing her legs and distributing her body so that more of her weight was against the wall than in Rio’s arms. “You’re always so perfect, and you’re mine.”

Rio fell forward as her legs strained, her head tucking into Agatha’s chest as her body pinned Agatha to the wall. She gasped, clutching to her girlfriend as the strap sunk deeper than she’d ever felt. Agatha was pretty sure the tip was pushed up against her cervix with nowhere else to go. Agatha carded her fingers through Rio’s hair as she shook, tiny cries reverberating against her collarbone.

They stayed like that, pressed together, for a minute. Every muscle in Rio’s body probably screaming to quit seizing. Agatha murmured soft praises into her ear, keeping her close with soft touches. When her girlfriend peered back up after composing herself, Agatha would’ve thought that she was admiring a god. The unshed tears collected in Rio’s lashes, the furrow of her brows, the parting of her lips.

Devotion.

Agatha cleared her throat, this was an orgy for fuck’s sake, there was no need for that. “You okay?”

“I’m great.”

“Then,” Her eyes flitted to the couple on the mattress. “You should probably put me down.”

“Oh,” Rio realized just how hard she had fisted her fingers into Agatha’s skin. “Right. Sorry.”

Once her feet were back on the ground and her legs felt steady again, she sauntered over to the bed. The Rio clone was sprawled out, looking like he was the one who just got railed, while the stripper sat next to him, looking to be taking a hit off a vape similar to the one William always carried around.

“Why does your Rio call you Madam President?” Her younger self asked. “That a sex thing?”

She smirked. “In a way…”

“Well, if you two are done metaphorically pissing on each other like dogs do with trees,” The stripper sighed, “I suppose we’re done here. Disappointing to say the least.”

Agatha tutted, shaking her head. “Angel, I haven’t even properly fucked you yet.” She reached out a hand, gently caressing her cloned face. “Unless you think you can’t handle it.”

Herself caught her wrist, squeezing it. “I’m still waiting to be ruined, seems you two can’t keep your promises.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Agatha chuckled. “Always a brat.” She walked back to her Rio, grabbing another strap and harness off the dresser (because of course they had a small sex shop worth of toys). “Wanna fuck her together?”

Rio tucked her tongue against her cheek. “Like a bonding activity?”

“Consider it a couple’s hobby.”

“As long as you’re there.”

Agatha fastened the harness, clapping her hands together and turning back to the pair on the bed. “Let’s get this show on the road then, shall we?”

The process of getting positioned was not sexy and more so a tangle of limbs, Agatha directing everyone. Almost everyone. The Rios had no problem listening, it was motherfucking Agatha that she had to wrangle like a feral cat. Once she was on her back, she roughly pulled the stripper to sit down, fully sheathed on her dick.

“Hey, ‘tits for brains’.” She scolded the woman on top of her. “Stop fucking squirming.”

The stripper, already trying to rock back and forth, froze. Her face fell as she raised a singular brow. “I have a masters degree, you cunt.”

“Should that impress me? I’m positively astonished about your ability to analyze Sylvia Plath.” Agatha punctuated her statement by reaching around, harshly spanking her younger self. She looked over her to Rio from her world. “Get behind her.”

Her girlfriend complied, kneeling behind the stripper and between Agatha legs. “How’s that plug feeling?” Rio husked, pushing on the variant’s lower back to make her bend over.

“Your dick might feel better.” Agatha’s clone quipped, lowering herself and placing her hands on either side of Agatha’s face.

Her girlfriend plucked at the plug, slowly pulling it out. Rio beamed at the broken gasps the stripper let out as a result. “Dirty girl. Need a cock in your ass to feel full enough?”

And though Agatha couldn’t see Rio canting her hips forward, teasing the stripper's asshole, she knew at the face that mirrored her own scrunching above her. Agatha waited as Rio took too much fucking time sinking into the other woman, Agatha would’ve just stuffed it in and told her to take it.

Agatha’s younger self dropped her jaw once Rio was to the hilt, her head rolling back in accordance with her eyes. “Fuck. So- so full.”

Agatha knitted her eyebrows together. “Oh, I think we could do better. Don’t you think, superstar?”

Unfocused blue eyes squinted at her. “What?”

Agatha looked to Rio over the stripper’s shoulder giving an imperceptible nod. Her girlfriend pulled back at the same time Agatha drew her hips down into the mattress, after exactly one beat, they both slammed forward. The twenty-five year old wailed out at Agatha in her cunt and Rio in her ass, synchronizing effortlessly to split her open.

Agatha had one hand on the stripper’s hip, using the other to snap at the last remaining person in the room. “Hey,” She thrust again, the other woman crumpling at the intrusion. “Pretty boy. Get your ass over here.”

The boyfriend, who seemed to be in some sort of trance, came back to himself. He cautiously walked over, awaiting further instruction.

“Oh- fuck- my g- GOD!” The Agatha doppelganger babbled, tears forming. “Please!”

Her Rio grinned, spanking her. “We haven’t even started, sweetheart. You’re already this desperate? Thought you wanted to be ruined.”

“She’s just a stupid little thing. She doesn’t even know what she needs.” Agatha cooed, pointing next to herself on the bed and directing the boyfriend. “Take off your harness.”

Rio’s variant did so, letting the strap fall to the ground. “Yes, ma’am.” And knelt on the bed right next to Agatha.

“I think your girlfriend needs some help behaving-” Agatha started.

The stripper shook her head. “”No, I don’t!”

“Does she ever shut the fuck up?” Her Rio asked, driving harder and causing the youngest one to whimper. “You need something to keep your slutty mouth occupied, darling?”

Oh, Agatha loved Rio, understanding what she was doing before she even verbalized it. She used her free hand to clutch at the back of the stripper's head, guiding her to her boyfriend’s groin. She didn’t stop pushing until Rio’s T-dick was entirely enveloped by full lips, the alternate couple moaning.

“Keep your boyfriend's dick nice and warm while we have our fun, baby.” She purred. “I’m sick of hearing you, my eardrums are bleeding.”

She let go as the boyfriend took over holding her head down, picking up her pace as Rio did the same. The rhythm wasn’t perfect, maybe a second or two off, but from the sounds the younger Agatha was making, still very enjoyable.

The stripper’s thighs must’ve ached, but she kept flexing them, moving her body to accommodate the combined fourteen inches buried inside of her, well seventeen, including the appendage in her mouth.

“That’s it, sweet girl.” Agatha rasped, ensuring the tip of the strap would bruise her cervix come tomorrow. “Work for it.”

“Aw, she’s cock drunk.” Rio noted as the younger one’s body shuddered, spit pooling down the boyfriend’s thighs from the clone’s mouth. Or maybe it was clone Rio’s slick. Honestly, there were too many bodily fluids to decipher what was what. “She’s cute when she’s stuffed full of us.”

“She’d be a great toy.” Agatha responded to her girlfriend, ignoring the woman writhing on top of her. “We could take turns using her as a cocksleeve.”

“We’d have to gag her, though.”

“I know! That fucking mouth!” She looked up at the stripper. “I bet that gets you into all kinds of trouble, huh hon?”

“I feel in trouble!” The alternate Rio squeaked, erratically shaking. “Can I come?” Their eyes flitted between Agatha and Rio. “Which one of you am I supposed to fucking ask?!”

“Handsome, just come as much as you want.” Agatha dismissed. “She’s basically communal property right now.”

Rio ripped the stripper back, almost lifting her off Agatha’s dick. Another pump and Rio whimpered, eyes going screw shut and coming. The youngest doppelganger mouth was freed, a breathy “Daddy, fuck!” dripping from her swollen lips.

Agatha snaked a hand beneath the ball of limbs, finding the grind pad of her strap and pressing. She ground once, twice, and thrust up to trigger her own orgasm. “Toys are meant to serve,” Agatha whispered as waves of pleasure coursed through her. “Take it.”

Rio laughed, looking at her own variant. “See? She’s a human fleshlight with speech abilities.” Rio pushed her back in the direction of the boyfriend. “Have at it.”

They caught her, the stripper’s breath ragged as her hands planted on her boyfriend’s hips. She willingly opened her mouth, her body jolting as Rio and Agatha continued using her at will. He simply moved her head how he wanted it and reinserted himself, now moving his own hips to fuck her face.

“Good girl.” He praised, a stark contrast to the brutality of the other two people inside her. “My good girl.”

The clone whined, the vibrations enough to push her boyfriend to come, her own orgasm following. They didn’t stop afterwards, kept going until each person had tapped out. First it was Rio’s variant, then Rio, until it was just Agatha and her younger self. They had flipped over, Agatha unabashedly fucking into the the stripper’s mess of pussy. Neither of them willing to tap out or give up, orgasm after orgasm, and both were too stubborn to stop.

It was after her seventh orgasm and the alternate’s fifth that they slowed, but didn’t stop. Acrylics raked down her stomach, tracing the physical reminders of pregnancy.

“I-” The stripper’s voice was nearly gone, her make up streaked down her face. “I like these.” Soft finger pads running along the stretchmarks. “Where’d they come from?”

And that made Agatha halt, pulling out and sitting up. “...Nicky.”

The twenty-five year old propped herself up on her elbows, chest marred in bruises and hickies. “Who’s Nicky?”

“Our son.” Agatha tilted her head, eyes trailing around the room. No family photos. In fact, the entire apartment only contained photos of this world’s Agatha and Rio.

The whole home had no signs of children. No toys or tiny shoes. Her clone’s body bore no marks of age or carrying a child. Fuck, how could she be so stupid? This Agatha hadn’t had Nicky yet, hadn’t lost him either. And the hope in her younger self’s eyes, the twinkle of what could be. This Agatha hadn’t felt that pain, she had no idea that such agony even existed.

“We have kids?” The stripper smiled, looking over to her boyfriend. “We have kids!”

Her boyfriend preened, now dressed again and nudging the Rio next to him. “We get her pregnant in every universe, huh?”

Her girlfriend didn’t laugh. Because Nicky hadn’t been theirs together, and kids weren’t something they’d get in their life together. Not in the world where they came from. Rio swallowed all of that however, getting her slacks back on. “Dude, so not the time.”

Agatha could tell the both of them the truth. That he died before he even took a breath, that Agatha mourned his loss everyday of her life. That the end of his life nearly made her take her own. But they were young, and though spite bloomed in her chest, she couldn’t bring herself to utter the correct words.

“What’s he like?” The stripper greedily asked, unaware of the ending of her older self’s story. Ignorant to the fact that her life wasn’t Agatha’s.

Instead, she got off the bed, undoing the harness and finding her own pants. “He’s um, he’s a good kid.”

Her clone sat up further. “Okay, what else?”

Her fingers had never worked faster to pull on her button up, ignoring the wetness brimming and blurring her vision. “He, uh, has Rio’s eyes.”

That’s how she pictured them at least. Big and brown, and so fucking kind. Her girlfriend came up beside her, throwing on her suit jacket. “He’s sweet and just as smart as Agatha.”

“Sounds about right.” The alternate Rio said, sitting next to his girlfriend and giving her a kiss. “Bet he’s just as witty too.”

She silently thanked god Rio had taken over, her throat beginning to close. “So, yeah. We should go, get back to him in our universe. Thanks for the sex.”

“Wait!” Her clone pleaded.

Agatha exhaled any breath in her body, motioning for the woman to continue.

“Are-” She choked, scared for the answer. “Are we a good mom?”

Not an insane question, considering their own mother. Agatha didn’t know the details of the Evanora this Agatha grew up with, but any version of her mother couldn’t be good.

Agatha felt the cry bubble in her throat. Too jealous and hurt and unsure to give an adequate response. Would Agatha be a good mom had he lived? Was nearly killing herself over the grief of her son dying a sign of a good mom? Was the agony she felt every minute of every day just the love she had for her child, unable to be let out?

“The best.” Her Rio answered, a loving hand wrapping around her waist. “You make an amazing mom, Nicky wants for nothing.”

The stripper nodded, finally satiated. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” Her girlfriend spoke, gaze landing on the other Rio. “Take care of her.”

He gave a salute. “Of course.”

Rio then grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bedroom. “Let’s go home, mi alma.”

She shuffled through the apartment, letting Rio help her get the fuck out of here. They had reached the front door when the Rio doppelganger sprinted across the living room, stopping them.

“Wait, I think this is yours!” He shouted, hand out as he stopped in front of them.

In their palm, Agatha’s flag pin sat, it must’ve fallen off in the flurry of clothes being thrown around. She plucked it out of his hand, tilting her head in acknowledgement. “Thank you.”

“Why do you have an American flag pin anyway? You hate America.” He said.

“For work.” She responded, clipping the pin back onto her lapel. “I’m in politics.”

“Oh,” He twisted his face in confusion. “Like mayor or something?”

She snorted, giving him a ginger pat on the arm “Or something.” And walking out the door. Agatha was making her way down the hall, her Rio catching up a few moments later.

She heard a shocked “THE VICE PRESIDENT?!” come from the apartment as they left hand in hand together.

“Too bad they can’t vote in our world, I think we secured two more supporters.” Rio grinned, bringing Agatha's hand up, pressing a kiss to her knuckles.

“They have better healthcare here, it’s probably for the best. Lucky bastards.”