“Agh, these dance performances with the special extra always take forever and then you still have to stitch them up and being all high from their big success they want you to join them for the after show party.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not a party girl.”

“My idea of a party is having fun with Marly on a Saturday evening, so stop teasing me, Chrissy.”

“Aren’t you the adventurous one!”

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“Takoua? Is that you in there? What happened? Are you crying? Did Jerry make one of his stupid jokes again? You know very well that he’s just trying to get your attention because you baffle him with your beauty and he’s simply too shy …“

The sound of the ledge being turned stopped Betty’s babbling. The sight of abject misery sitting on the loo had her big sloppy heart meld in seconds and indignation rise in her round face against anyone, who could create such a reaction in her beautiful friend.

“My oh my, Taki, what happened?”

This wasn’t a question, more an order. As an answer Takoua looked up, her pretty oriental face wet with tears and her normally smiling brown eyes bathed in hurt and despair. With a sob she covered it again with her hands and slowly opened her legs.

“Oh God, oh God …”

Betty’s reaction was as much shock at what she saw as expression of the pain in her knees as her stubby legs folded in under her considerable girth to let her kneel in supplication in front of Takoua’s pussy.

“Is that what I think it is? Someone took a knife to your sex? Who did this atrocity?”

The way she kept on talking, full of outrage and barely concealed curiosity, made clear that she didn’t expect any immediate answer.

“Oh my, it’s all swollen, puffy like a baby’s pussy. Does it hurt, when you open it?”

Instead of an answer Takoua uncovered her face and with an expression of deep worry and a hiss opened her outer lips with two of her fingers. There was a strange silence in the cubicle, only interrupted by a deep sigh coming from Betty’s prone form. Her round face was shiny with sweat, her cheeks glowing pink, when she looked up into Takoua’s fey eyes, big and wounded amidst an accusing frown.

“Whoever did this, was a murderer with the hands of a God. It’s soo pretty, it’s like someone took the image of your beautiful face and planted it between your legs. There are still scabs, where your lips and hood have been. But by the time it’s fully healed, it will be all smooth and clean.”

The smile on Takoua’s face let even her tear stains twinkle in delight.

“But it burns, when I pee.”

Takoua’s little girl pout was endearing and reminded Betty of her niece.

“If you keep your fingers like that the pee should go straight from the hole into the bowl. Bsbsbsbsbs…”

Betty’s come hither sounds, many times trained in babysitting came in handy and with a grunt Takoua’s piss shot straight out of her pee hole.

“Ouchy.”

“Here you go. All wiped off.”

Betty’s hands were shaking when touching Takoua’s ‘new’ pussy, as even through the paper the sleek surface between her swollen outer lips felt incredibly sexy.

”But I’m not finished yet.”

“You know what? When my niece had her teen plus medical she was as whiny as you and it always helped if she told me a story, because then the pee would just come on its own. What about you tell me what happened last weekend and I get myself into a more comfortable position.”

With a lot of huffing and puffing Betty got her back against the side wall of the stall and finally managed to stretch out her legs with a groan.

“Well, when I came home all my aunties were there and that had me worried because as much as I like them they can be a little bit too much. But before I could even change out of my work clothes they had me sit down, showed me the picture of a young man and told me that I would marry him in three months and it was time that I prepared myself. They kept on talking all at the same time and my head was spinning, when they finally let me go to my room. Only when my mother brought the spicy oil to my bed, did I understand, what she had meant with the remark that I had an appointment at the KliniK the next morning and that they should stop quarrelling over the right to the first cut.”

Takoua still had her fingers holding open her pussy and looking down a little spurt splashed into the water. Betty tapped it dry quicker than expected considering her cumbersome appearance.

“In your family you have arranged marriages? And to top it all, your aunts cut your pussy before you get married?”

Betty could barely keep her disgust out of her voice.

“Well, I also thought that with us living here and me having been to college and everything these customs wouldn’t apply to me anymore, but as you can see I was mistaken. And don’t even bother to tell me I’m old enough to make my own decisions. You haven’t been in a room with my aunties before. Believe me, after having rubbed my clitty for an hour with the spicy oil till it was three times its normal size and I had the feeling that it would come off just by itself, I thought about crawling out the window to disappear into the night. But who sat there on the porch looking up at me smiling: Aunt Sameen.”

Takoua’s angry scowl had Betty stop any further inquiries about that fateful night.

“Is he nice?”

“Who?”

“Your future husband.”

“No idea. He’s the son of my uncle’s business partner. My mother told me that we did get along quite well as children during my summer holidays over there. I only remember that he was one of the macho boys who would always try to do stupid things to impress us girls. One guy once climbed up a tree and fell down and hurt himself and mother said that was him and that I took good care of him, while he was lying in bed and that this is the reason, why he wants to marry me.”

“Oh, how romantic.”

“Come on Betty, you don’t believe this nonsense, it’s purely a business arrangement.”

“Don’t be so mean, who knows it might be true, and anyway I think it’s quite kinky to not even know someone and the next moment you’re actually husband and wife and fuck each other.”

“I’m not so sure with my fun parts gone getting a cock up that small hole is gonna be any pleasure.”

Takoua looked down, pivoting her pelvis. Betty held her breath as the little hole opened to reveal the whitish pink skin covering its entrance except for a tiny aperture in the middle.

“Agh Taki, my niece says that not being able to come makes her so horny that she’s wet all the time and she gets all kind of things up her hole, the naughty girl.”

“How old is she?”

“Fourteen now. But you didn’t finish your story. What happened at the KliniK then?”

Having distracted Takoua long enough from remembering that sleepless night, where despair fuelled frantic self love, Betty was eager to hear about the actual operation.

“After having made a big ruckus shaving me and putting ice on my swollen clit the whole sisterhood invaded the KliniK and started a big fight with the staff there as they all wanted to be present in the operating room The nurse, who cut me, I think Sally was her name, finally decided that they could all go along. They just had to promise that they would only observe. Before I knew it I was lying on that table with my legs in stirrups and a clamp on my pussy. She explained to my family that this ensured an even cut and therefore a more beautiful appearance. But to me she whispered that this way it wouldn’t hurt that much as I was close to tears, when my aunties had insisted that I was not allowed any anaesthetics. Although I was convinced that after the spicy oil night I would never be able to come again, suddenly seeing my clit grow out of my hood and changing from pink to red and then to blue had me suddenly all horny again. She must have seen the rippling of my belly, because just as I was about to come Sally stood next to me. She pulled the skin taut above the clamp. I couldn’t feel a thing. Then smiling she started to move the laser scalpel along the clamp getting closer and closer to my clit and looking up she winked at me and with a small movement from her hand it was gone. Just like this. And I saw the empty space where my clit had been and the raw looking burnt skin and suddenly there was a flash of pain and then my belly cramped and I came and came and …”

As if in sympathy to her ordeal there was another splash from Takoua’s open pussy relieving her of the last of her piss, while she continued murmuring:

“Luckily my aunties didn’t see it, because they were squabbling over the parts, which Sally had just cut off my pussy. Only my mother tousled my hairs and smiled at me, when I could breath normally again.”

Cleaning Takoua’s pussy again Betty couldn’t keep her legs still, as her cunt seemed to cry out to be touched. But moving them was embarrassing as well as she was sure Takoua could hear the squishy sound emanating from her crotch. So she solved this quandary with further questions.

“What did your aunts do with your parts?”

“I know mother put my little knob in a tiny bottle with alcohol and put it next to my baby teeth. But the others … I heard once the gruesome story that if they still want children they might eat it as a fertility treatment, but I don’t even want to know. Eeh, now my fingers are full of pee.”

Betty had barely made it back to her feet, when she grabbed Takoua’s hands and without further ado cleaned both fingers with her mouth.

“Betty!”

Takoua’s astonished outcry was met by a shrug and a naughty wink.

“Well, what are friends there for? Just promise me that I’ll be the godmother of your first daughter.”

“Oh nono, marriage is bad enough, for children it’s much too early.”

“Just wait till your husband sees your beautiful pussy and he won’t be able to stop fucking you till your belly is all big and round.”

Both women were giggling when returning to their desks. The rest of the Shareholder Relations Team was relieved, as Takoua had looked unusually depressed this morning. All hell broke loose when she announced her imminent betrothal.

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“Clara called. She wants you to join her and her mother and Larissa for dinner.”

“Who?”

“The girl you helped … four weeks ago?”

“Agh Carla, little beautiful Carla, oh no, not another one, who thinks I’m family now.”

“Stop being such a Grinch, Joe. The little girls all love you and your smile tells me you’re just playing coy and you love them just as much.”

“Remind me: Why are you always right, Sally?”

“Because I’m a Licensed Clitoridectomist?”