Bekah & the Bratty Brats

It had been an entire year since Rebekah had discovered the Rose Rooms. Over the course of the past year, Rebekah's Rose Repository saw significant growth due to her newfound unlimited supply of roses. 

Rebekah, who we also called Bekah, had acquired high-profile clients who used her custom rose arrangement service for various types of projects and events, such as weddings and photoshoots. 

In recent weeks, I noticed Bekah's consistent study of the roses she collected from the extra-dimensional Rose Rooms. She would conduct experiments in her rose lab. 

One day, Bekah disappeared for considerably longer than usual, and I began to grow concerned. I went to the extra-dimensional side of Chambeau 137, and went to the Rose Rooms, which was on floor 32, but I didn't find her there. 

As I exited floor 32, entering the spiral staircase, I found Bekah on the ground floor holding a bundle of roses of various colors. 

"Where have you been?" I asked. 

"I'll have to show you soon!" Bekah said with a grin. She seemed excited about something. 

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Over the course of a couple weeks, Bekah disappeared for increasingly longer periods of time. She was up to something, and my curiosity was piqued. 

Although I was one to mind my own business, I decided to follow Bekah. As I kept my distance, I felt like a dirty stalker following her. 

Bekah entered floor 32, as usual, and went into the Rose Rooms. I remained at a distance, hiding within the labyrinthine office spaces, where I wouldn't be noticed. 

After a few moments, Bekah emerged from the Rose Rooms with a fresh bundle of roses. I followed her back out into the spiral stairwell, but this time, she ascended up to the 33rd floor. 

Bekah went through several empty beige office rooms, until she came to a distinctive yellow room that had a charcoal grill next to an incomplete corner. Bekah disappeared into the passageway, and I knew she had discovered another realm. I waited a moment, then entered the passage.

I found myself in a narrow passage between two wooden fences that led into a strange suburban neighborhood. All the houses were nearly identical, and all of them were yellow. The homes were close together, with a sidewalk on either side of a two-lane road. 

There were no cars, and the homes lacked garages and driveways. The neighborhood seemed to go on forever. Further down the street, I saw Bekah sticking roses into the ground along the edge of the road. 

I kept my distance, hiding in a bush next to a tree that seemed to be synthetic. As I stared at Bekah, admiring her booty from afar as she was bent over planting roses, I thought I heard a high-pitched squeal. I looked up in the tree, and there, I saw raw bratwursts growing from the tree. 

Although it was strange, I didn't think too much of it. I had gotten accustomed to the weird things in this interdimensional place. Bekah finished her rose planting, and went back out of the realm, and I followed. It seemed like she was experimenting with growing roses in other dimensions. 

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A few days later, Bekah told me what she was up to. She was in the process of planning a block party for her Rose Repository clients, which was going to be held in the "Mustardburbs." The block party was going to have a Rammstein tribute band play there. Bekah called the event "Rockin' Rosy Rammstein Block Party," and it would be her first big event to show appreciation to her loyal clients. 

The event was now hours away, and Bekah wanted me to help prepare. I was the only one available, as Katherine and Ilayda were busy in the Raptor Rooms studying a new species of Phoenix they had recently discovered. 

Today, Bekah was wearing a low-cut leopard print blouse, revealing her cleavage. It felt like a date, and I felt aroused by her busty, bouncy bosom. 

We decided to take the elevator up to level 33. During the ride up, we embraced tightly, her breasts pressed against my chest. Locking eyes with her, I ran the back of my fingers down her chest, feeling her juicy jugs and the pulse of her heart beating. With the other hand, I ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair as I slowly kissed her neck. 

The elevator arrived on level 33, and I let Bekah lead me into the Mustardburbs. We came to a street that had multiple colors of roses lined along either side, and at the end of the street was a stage where the band would play. 

"Let's get the grills set up," said Bekah. "There's some behind the houses." 

We went into the backyard of a house, where there were several large charcoal grills. Together, we carried each grill and set them up in the front yards, along the street. 

When we went to get the last grill, we passed under a tree, and just like that... several raw bratwursts fell out of the tree on us. The damn bratwursts were alive, and jumping around all over everything, causing chaos. 

"OH MY!" gasped Bekah, looking down her shirt, shocked. 

A raw bratwurst had landed in her shirt, and was wiggling around in between her boobs. 

All the bratwursts seemed to have a bratty attitude, and it seemed they were all threatened by the grills. The brats squealed in a high-pitch tone, jumping all over the place. 

Bekah tried to grab the bratwurst in her bosom, but it kept slipping further down. With a stroking motion, Bekah kept trying to pull the brat out from between her boobs, but the damn thing seemed to get aroused. As Bekah grabbed for the brat, it made high-pitched moaning sounds. 

"Oh c'mon!" Bekah shouted, stroking the slippery brat. The brat squeal-moaned, and it squirted yellow mustard all over her breasts. That brat did not just ejaculate mustard onto Bekah! 

Bekah gasped, her juicy jugs moist with mustard. The brat got away, and I stared at Bekah's boobs. I just stared at them. 

"Better lick that clean," I said. I planted my face into her bosom, and licked the mustard off. LICK! LICK! LICK! As I licked away, I could feel the beat of her heart. 

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The bratwursts bounced all over the place, and Bekah and I were trying to round them up. With a bratty attitude, the brats knocked over the grills, spilling charcoal. The mess would take a while to clean up. 

Bekah and I caught plenty of bratwursts, and placed them in titanium totes, ready to be grilled. 

It took a few hours for us to get the grills set back up. While David Bowie's "Cat People" was playing on the stage speakers, it felt like a revenge scene from a Tarantino film as Bekah and I lit up the grills and cooked the bratty brats. 

Sizzling and smoking away, the brats released mustard as they cooked. How convenient! I savored the aroma of the cooking brats over a charcoal grill. 

"I think we're ready to celebrate," I said softly, as I held Bekah from behind, kissing her on the neck as we overlooked the colorful block party scene, as some of the first guests began to arrive.