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Lost Toys

Chapter 10 — Love Has A Name

“Good evening, Forefront Foundation, you’ve reached the office of Gabrielle Collins. My name is June Foster, how may I direct your call?” My job had gone from routine to grueling in the last five months. I was executive assistant to the COO, Gabrielle Collins, an undereducated mystic three years younger than me. It paid well, but I wasn’t arranging student interviews or working on outreach anymore. I was fighting alongside a nutty girl against the backlash of her dead pedophile father.

“Ms Foster, this is Thomas Welles. Is your Ms Collins in?” Thomas Welles was a private investigator I had found for Gabrielle after the shit started. I hadn’t met Ishmael Rawlins; Gabrielle had swept me out of the office the few times he had visited to pick up or drop off Gabrielle’s mother. I had been certain they were sisters before the death. Olive was 36, Gabrielle was 25. At the time, I had thought the rush job had been frustrating. I had wanted to meet him. He was a high valued donor to the Foundation. He had contributed to great work. We were leaders in women’s education. Now that he was dead, accusations of rape were popping up like Cosby victims.

He was a multimillionaire and Gabrielle was itching at the teeth to inherit. I didn’t blame her. She was a product of his nepotism. She had raged at being locked out of her father’s assets until the courts could sort out the claims. She was loathe to share a cent with the victims and her illegitimate siblings. Chances are she would come out of this richer than she could handle. She had hired Thomas Welles to keep an eye on everything until the dust settled.

“This late I’m supposed to say no. But for you, handsome, I’ll make an exception,” I grinned into the phone. Out of all the calls I fielded today, Welles’s concise professionalism was a welcome reprieve. I placed him on hold and walked up to Gabrielle’s office door.

“Ms Collins, it’s Thomas Welles,” I poked my head in without knocking.

“Take a message, June. I’m still dealing with the briefs Dalton West have sent over,” Gabrielle was sitting at her mahogany desk pulling her brown hair as she read a green jacketed file. Her skinny awkward legs were kicked up on the desk corner and her office chair was reclined past safety. Dalton West wasn’t the law firm the Foundation dealt with, but it was the law firm she went to to handle her inheritance work.

“You really should have a lawyer sent over,” I pointed out. My English literature degree wasn’t much help for the legalese and Gabrielle’s three semesters of biology were probably not up to task.

“We’ll be seeing Mrs Camberley on Monday,” She flashed her eyes at me angrily. She did not care to have her limitations pointed out, “I want to do my homework.”

“Of course, Ms Collins,” I decided it would be best to get away from the madness. I was itching to get out of business casual and into casual fling, “If you’re going to be busy for the rest of the night... It is Saturday?”

“Yes, get the message and go home,” She crossly turned the page.

“I wasn’t thinking of home,” I moved to close the door with a smile.

“Good night, June,” She said tersely.

“Good night, Gabrielle,” I mirrored vibrantly.

“I’m sorry Tom, she’s busier that I had predicted. Can I take a message?”

“The surveillance she had on her father’s estate has incurred an anomaly today,” I loved his vocabulary. There’s much to be said about the size of a man’s diction.

“Do you mind if I just translate that to someone visited her father’s home?” Gabrielle wasn’t quite the size queen I was.

“Not someone, A woman named Carmen Dominguez,” He replied.

“Yes she’s the vice president of finance at The Forefront Foundation,” And supposedly one of the few women who remembered Ishmael Rawlins as something other than a rapist. Olive did as well.

“I know, I only have her name because of Gabrielle’s files. That’s not what was anomalous. She arrived with two other women and a man. No women matched the files on Olive Collins, Nadine Donaldson, Wanda Eckles, Henriette Gallant, Fawn Garrett, Lucy Kobayashi, Sara Saint or Bryn Valparine.”

“Thank you for listing off all of the names,” I tried not to stick my tongue out at the phone. If he wasn’t more than twice my age, happily married and unwilling... I kept a bigger stick in my top drawer I’d love to shove up his ass.

“I’m sorry. I’m trying to be thorough. Anyway, the four entered approximately 7:45 am and left at 12:55 pm. The man was fair haired and Caucasian, 5′11″ and appears to be 200 to 240 lbs. The unknown women were a skinny brunette, 5′6″, left handed, 120 to 145 lbs and a tiny blonde, practically bald, covered in tattoos, 5′0″ and maybe 100 lbs.”

“That’s Sara Saint,” She sometimes appeared with Carmen. From the way they acted I had always assumed Carmen was the butch. I was blown away to find Sara had been blossoming into a hardcore bull dyke these last couple of months.

“Oh, she doesn’t match photos Ms Collins provided,” Yeah, understatement.

“Why didn’t you go in and talk to them?”

“Your boss didn’t hire me to have a team watch the house. She hired me to review footage every day,” He was defensive and that wasn’t good. I dialed back my tone.

“Oh, OK. So Carmen and Sara brought two people to the old home. Why is that important?”

“Because they left with three big suitcases and the caretaker.”

“I thought she passed away a few weeks ago?” That had been the weirdest funeral I had ever seen. Nadine had quit when the rapist died and I hadn’t expected to see her again. I seemed to be the only one at the service that didn’t seem to be in some kind of cult. Everyone had pickpocketed something from that mansion. I’m glad Gabrielle hadn’t kept an eye on me. I had a bottle of Riesling and a pair of gold bracelets at home but I’d never wear them anywhere near work.

“No, the other one, Phoebe Waterson,” He corrected me.

“Oh, OK. Wait, I didn’t think Phoebe ever left?” I had met her at the wake. She was bored and Carmen had introduced us. She stayed firmly in the kitchen picking at the food.

“She hasn’t. Not in five months.” He emphasized. I decided to skip the quip about thinking my life had become boring. There was only one way to handle this.

“I’ll get Miss Collins for you,” I had already been picking out the slutty dress from my closet in my mind. The doors slammed shut. Well, there was a teensy bit of hope.

“It might be nothing,” He didn’t believe that.

“And it will be my job if I don’t,” I certainly believed that. I put Tom on hold and returned to Gabrielle’s office, knocking this time as I opened the door.

“What is it, June?” She was on another folder. There was a stack of dozens more standing crooked at the edge of her desk.

“Tom is saying that Carmen and Sara took Phoebe and suitcases from the old home.”

“What! Put him through!” She dropped the folder and slipped. She freaked out, grabbing the arms of her chair to save her from a crash. Steadied after a moment she rose up to her feet.

“Very well, Miss Collins,” I crossed my fingers as I reached to close the door, “Good night.”

“No, you’re not going anywhere.”

Of course, I wasn’t.

“Hey, Courtney, did you have a good shift?” I had arrived home after speeding from work. I was 19 but I had only had my license for about 8 months now and I couldn’t legally drive after midnight. Not that I had needed to speed home. I had a big window of 55 minutes to make the 7 minute drive. I just had other commitments tonight.

“Great,” I spun passed my dad who was in the kitchen eating a sandwich. I skipped with nervous energy, “I’m going out tonight.”

“That’s nice,” He turned back to his Kobo, “Leave the car keys by the breadbox.”

“Oh, sure,” I cut back through the kitchen and dropped the keys next to the fridge.

“Who are you going out with tonight? Dashawn? Greg? Johnny?” I was glad I had trained dad to ask that question with concern rather than scorn. I wasn’t a one man woman and I wasn’t stupid. He trusted me enough to make my decisions and so I trusted him enough to listen when he told me one of my boyfriends was garbage. We had a great system. Mom disagreed.

“Gwen and Melody,” I answered and noted that he was happier with my choices than he would have been with a boy, “They’re on their way now and I got to change.”

“And shower. You smell like pancake batter.”

“Thanks daddy,” I wish I had proper time to get ready but I had to hurry. Convincing Gwen to come by and pick me up, instead of rushing straight over to Mrs Flynn’s, had been like pulling teeth. I threw my uniform top at my hamper before the door had swung all the way closed. I kicked out of my skirt. Neither my panties nor my bra landed in the hamper.

I sat on the foot of my bed. Thank God, I had shaved my legs yesterday. My cunt deserved a touch up but it wasn’t stubbly. I tore open my closet. Classy or trashy? I took out a short pleated skirt and a white top. I wasn’t getting past dad going braless like this schoolgirl slut outfit deserved. I dug out a real nice black bra that showed through the top. Matthew was going to love it. I decided to pass on the pigtails. I grabbed some knee socks and Mary Janes. I tossed back the socks and rolled up a pair of fishnets. Be classy, dress trashy. Well, start classy.

I was in the washroom, changing work makeup to going out makeup. The bubblegum pink lip gloss went perfect with the look and my already black painted nails matched my stockings. There was a knock on the door.

“Just about finished,” I called out.

“Your friends in the Cadillac pulled into the driveway,” My mom sighed. I doubled checked everything. I looked good but I could have used a bit more time. I rubbed my wrists together and touched the perfume to my throat.

“Hell, Courtney... This is how you dress to go out with girls?” My mother rolled her eyes.

“I learned from the best,” I smirked at mom and she shook her head.

“I moved your dad to the living room. Don’t stop to say hi,” She gave me a quick hug and trundled off. I rushed through the kitchen, my Mary Janes clicked across the tile.

“Have fun, sweetness,” Dad called after me.

“You too!” I shouted back and rushed down the stairs outside the front door. Gwen was waiting in her huge car and Melody was drumming her fingers on the dashboard. I hurried to the passenger side door.

“Shotgun.” I grinned at Melody. The little bitch was looking good. She had on this little red dress with a black choker and shiny heels. She might be able to take the place I belonged at Flynn’s but she wasn’t taking the place I belonged under Matthew. I wondered if I could take her job at the restaurant tonight? If Mrs Flynn said no, but Matthew owned Mrs Flynn, and Courtney can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch...

“What, seriously?” Melody looked to Gwen and then to me.

“Just give it to her, Melody,” Gwen shrugged. She looked nice but was clearly feeling underdressed. She had on this tight low-cut navy blue top. I could see the bra lines underneath. She had perfect breasts and in the teeny tiny shorts she was wearing her ass could kill people. I’d have to beat her in ways other than looks, “We don’t want to keep Matthew waiting longer than we already have.”

“Goddammit!” Melody grumbled and swung her legs out and strutted past me. I had made a great pick for Matthew. Melody was standing model tall in her stilettos. She was small breasted and had skinny hips and butt but her legs went on for days. Her bright blue eyes sneered me up and down.

“What? No pigtails?” She scowled as she opened the backseat door.

“Gotta save something for round two,” I bubbled and hopped into the passenger seat. Our doors closed with a short rhythm and Gwen refused to reverse out of the driveway until both of our seatbelts clicked.

“I told him I would go over after work,” Gwen worried.

“It’s after work, right after work for me,” I drummed my fingers on the dashboard to the song on the radio. I was always so pumped before first dates. I hoped Matthew’s magic powers made his dick huge. Like cartoonishly big. What are you doing? Oh my! That’ll never fit inside me! Just, please, go slowly... I chuckled.

“Great... She always this serial killer?” The peanut gallery commented.

“No,” Gwen sighed, “She hasn’t killed anyone yet.”

“No killing, just hard gritty fucking,” I beamed tasting the watermelon in my lip gloss.

“I still think we’d better keep our eyes on her,” Melody was angry at me. What a waste.

“I tried that,” Gwen moaned, “Nothing stops Courtney.”

“Damned right!” I didn’t like their attitudes. They were both older than me and they didn’t seem to know how to fuck, “How do you think we should start, Gwen? Double blowjob? Triple?”

“I don’t want to have this discussion,” Gwen interjected. She was as big of a sourpuss as Melody was. Melody was offended her life had turned into this. Gwen was worried she was late. She hated letting people down. I wasn’t having it.

“You two are going to be the worst fucks of Matthew’s life!” I announced. Although making assumptions based on what I knew of the dishwasher would suggest that Gwen lying there like a dead fish while praying to some decrepit elder god for the annihilation of our species would be the best night of Matthew’s life. Even if the prayers were answered, “C’mon! Smile! You’re going to have sex! Make it awesome!”

“We don’t know for certain that sex—”

“Don’t pretend otherwise, Gwen,” Melody interrupted

“Gwendolyn,” Our driver muttered. She was still on that? Gwendolyn just made her sound like some smug bitch. She was way too friendly and caring to be Gwendolyn. She was a Gwen.

“Gwendolyn,” Either way, I wanted on her good side, “You should be the happiest out of the three of us. He picked you. Don’t you feel proud that he just had to have you?”

“A little bit,” She lifted her spirit a little, “I like Matthew, but I’ve never been attracted to him.”

“I only really noticed him today and he didn’t even seem to notice me,” Melody was offended, “I can’t believe he brushed me off after those tit shots we sent.”

“I was offended too,” I admitted. Matthew had arrived at work to find the new guy had quit an hour before. Kelly had been bribed to stay and the whole restaurant was running a 18 minutes slower than it should. He dove straight into work despite Franklin being pissed about Matthew’s haircut, “But turns out it’s all good. He left his phone at some girl’s place this morning. You didn’t get any texts since he got off work yet, Gwen...dolyn?”

“No not yet, but he should be at Mrs Flynn’s by now. What if those other girls are there already?”

“Then we’re less of a surprise,” I shrugged, “I can still guarantee that he’ll be excited to see us. Provided, you know, you two can smile.”

Gwen had these plump beautiful lips and she rolled out a beautiful one. I turned back to see Melody. She’d been a waitress, the smile becomes easy. Holy shit! I was so glad my tits were bigger. Melody had thinner lips and her smile was just a little crooked but once her eyes tagged in she was devastating. I pulled down the sunshade and tried my smile in the mirror. There were better legs, breasts, ass and smiles in this car? I was confident I had them in the practical, “The secret to awesome sex is to have awesome sex.”

“It can’t be that easy,” Gwen said in doubt.

“I find demanding better gets you better,” Melody chipped in. Oh, I was going to need to double down on her. We pulled up to the corner of Barrington and Morris.

“Can’t park here Saturday nights,” I pointed to the street cleaning sign a few meters back. Gwen sighed and rolled us around the corner. Another right and we were opposite our destination on the same block. The three of us got out. I was ready. Gwen was nervous. Melody had recovered.

“Lock your doors, please,” Gwen had both Melody and I to return to the car again. They closed together with one thunk. Mrs Flynn’s apartment was accessed from the back side of the coffee shop. There was an intercom but the door was unlocked and I was walking up before Gwen could page. We all climbed the fat staircase to her front door.

“I wish the staircase to my apartment was half as big,” Melody complained, “My stuff might not be so nicked and beaten.”

Gwen was going to knock but I grabbed the knob and walked in.

“—will be perfect and I’m all for it. I can use my inheritance to get the vans and some of the materials but—”

“Helllloooo Matthew!” I zipped across the apartment and jumped. Matthew was sitting on a big purple sofa and I managed to land with my legs across his lap. He looked at me, shocked. Mrs Flynn smiled from across a wood rimmed glass coffee table. Folders and papers were open and tossed all over. Mrs Flynn looked over at Melody and Gwen but Matthew had his eyes wholly on me.

“What! Courtney!” I went to reach around his neck but he caught my braceleted wrist and stared wide eyed.

“When did—Gwen?” Matthew looked across the room to see Melody and Gwen approaching at a more sedate speed. I hopped my butt up onto his lap and dropped my legs on either side of his farther knee.

“She prefers Gwendolyn,” I laughed as the other two came across the room. When Matthew looked at me, I kissed him. He missed quite a few beats. It took him nearly a minute to grab my cheek and kiss me back. I shifted across his jeans, he was excited. I pulled back and he was smiling. I chewed on my lip showily.

“Well hello to you, too,” Matthew laid a little kiss on my nose and I beamed back at him genuinely.

“You seem surprised,” I noticed.

“I kind of forgot you had the bracelets, Gwendolyn,” Matthew moved me and his legs until he was comfortable as he talked to Gwen. I guided his hand to hold my butt. He squeezed and I wordlessly begged for more.

“No you didn’t,” Mrs Flynn interrupted, “You reached for one when that cutie was getting you a shirt.”

“Alright,” He conceded, “I guess I forgot about them after you messed up my new haircut in your truck.”

“Can you blame me?” She laughed, “You just looked so handsome.”

“So, yep!” I forced myself back onto center stage, “Gwendolyn got you the cutest piece of ass you’ve ever had! And look what I got you!”

“Hi,” Melody hovered behind Gwen’s shoulder. They were deciding on where to sit. I motioned for Gwen to share the couch with us. Melody walked around the table and sat lotus style next to Mrs Flynn.

“Hi, Melanie,” Matthew grinned, “Your dress looks incredible.”

“Melody. And thank you, it’s my favorite.”

“I’m sorry, I’m the worst with names,” He had the greatest honest smile, “Wanna try again? Hi.”

“Hi,” Melody had a sad sweet smirk. God, she was cute.

“Well, let’s stop being awkward,” I reached down and felt out Matthew’s bulge. His instant reaction was to pull away. That lasted less than a heartbeat. He squeezed my butt again and laid his hand on my belly. I looked over to Mrs Flynn and asked, “What are we doing?”

“Matthew’s putting together a catering company,” She answered with a wave to the paperwork.

“Why?” He can force girls to be his slaves. Surely, he could just tithe us or something. I tactically decided to not bring it up.

“I can’t be a dishwasher and be responsible for a bunch of women,” Responsible for us? I was surprised at that concept, “I remember when Deborah was putting together the plan back at the divorce. I figured if I had her brains behind me, I could have a successful business and somewhere to put beautiful women to work.”

“Oh! Dibs on waitress!” I announced to reinforce my eagerness to work for tips. He kissed me lightly again. I corrected him with a hard passionate wet smacking. Gwen, Melody and Mrs Flynn all waited on us awkwardly.

“What do you think Deborah? She is ready,” He asked for me as he sampled the watermelon I had left on his lips.

“Yeah, I know,” My boss sighed, “Melody was the second best waitress I’d found in the city. There’s no way I couldn’t hire her.”

“Um, thanks,” Melody bristled at the second best comment. I figured it was a Mrs Flynn compliment. Like a second biggest monkey head sort of thing.

“Come join Gwen and I on the couch,” Matthew reached for her. She stood and took his fingers. He scuttled with me on his lap until we had the middle. Gwen was tucked in behind my back. Melody lowered herself down at my feet. She didn’t cross her legs like Gwen nor I, she settled primly with her knees together. She smiled as Matthew stroked her platinum blond hair over her ear, “You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you,” She blushed. Slut. I wish I could manage that. I saw Matthew grinning at her so I leaned forward and took a handful of her thigh.

“Can I pick ’em or what?” Matthew laughed and kissed me. I don’t think we went at it like we had last time. We were interrupted. The other girls were too polite to tag in or team up on him. Their losses. However, we weren’t the only ones due tonight. The buzzer buzzed.

“I’ll get it,” Mrs Flynn rose up and fixed her tank top. She was dressed about the same as Matthew. She had on a pair of jeans, hot jeans though, tight on her legs, and a cherry red babydoll tee. Her hair was messy and her lipstick was smudged. I wondered if Matthew’s dick shared much of that color.

“That should be everyone!” Matthew sighed, “I mean, provided I don’t have Zina and Kelly coming tonight?”

“No, Gwen said I couldn’t give you Kelly,” I overacted the indignity of it. Matthew smiled along with me, “Something about a felony.”

“Isn’t age of consent 16?” Melody asked.

“Yeah, and Kelly isn’t,” Gwen shook her head.

“Oh,” Melody nodded, “Yeah, that’d have been bad.”

“Anyway, I’m glad,” He sounded relieved.

“Why’s that?” Gwen asked.

“Look,” He made sure to look all three of us blondes in the eyes, “I can’t have you girls just creating me some giant harem I can’t control.”

“Why not?” I squeezed his dick again. It was well defined in his baggy Levi’s, “I have great taste in sluts. Look at Melody.”

“Hi!” The front door exploded in perkiness. A seriously tatted bolt of lightning rushed by my thigh and took up residence on Matthew’s other thigh. She slammed into Matthew’s chest with a hug, “Oh my God! Wizard!”

“Wizard?” Gwen asked. I liked it, Gwen and Melody clearly judged.

“Gwen, Melody, and Courtney: This is Sara,” We all touched and nodded and smiled at and to the newcomer, “Over with Deborah at the door entering at people speed is Phoebe, the redhead, Dawn the smiling one, and Carmen.”

“Ah, you’re the hot Latina Amazon! Well done,” I had to look hard over my shoulder to see them. I wolf whistled at Carmen and she beamed back at me. The new girls all came in and we shared hands, hugs and hellos. The girls were all very different. Carmen was dressed to the nines. She had a gorgeous leather LBD. Her long legs had that beautiful South American complexion and were raised up on three inch strappy heels. The rise of her skirt flashed the barest view of her wet labia.

Dawn was probably the closest to my age in the room, next to Melody. She hadn’t done much beyond wash her clearly unmanageable brown hair. She was wearing shorts and a tank top like Gwen but the brunette’s were looser and dumpier. She had really spikey nipples poking through and advertising her bralessness. She couldn’t hold a smile for a full breath nor did she seem to care for eye contact. She placed a grocery bag of stuff on the edge of the coffee table. She hopped up onto a nearby armchair and swung her ankles under her butt.

The redhead was just bored. She should have been a mess of freckles but she looked like she got less sun than Dracula. She wore jeans and stylish halter and just announced to the world that she was too cool for giving a shit. I turned my attention elsewhere. She wandered onto Dawn’s armrest after I forgot her name the second time.

The last girl was right next to me. She adored Matthew and wanted all of us to as well. No, she expected us to. She knew we would. She had maybe a month’s worth of hair on her head. She could wear it well but she need a few more studs and rings in her ears to go with the dragon, thunderclouds and thorns on her arms. She was wearing a light belted sundress in green and silver. She was a conflict of styles. She seemed to like me the best, probably because I had already climbed up on Matthew. Her hand joined me down on Matthew’s dick and we kissed before his face. He liked that. I got a little tingling from her tongue stud. I was eager for more when I pulled back.

“You’ve got a lot of girls,” Melody commented.

“Yeah, he’s off to the races!” Carmen settled down next to Mrs Flynn. Her skirt rolling even further up the tops of her thighs. If the glass table wasn’t cluttered, we’d have a scandalous view from the couch.

“He liked them one at a time,” The redhead explained, “Maybe months or years between each girl.”

“Well Matthew likes them the correct way,” I assumed she was talking about someone else, “And if Matthew can’t handle the pace, I’ll train him up for it.”

“You seem pretty sure of yourself, Courtney,” I couldn’t tell if Mrs Flynn was needling or complimenting. I kept the peace and assumed it was positive.

“That’s because I’m awesome!” I grinned.

“How awesome?” Dawn asked for Matthew.

“I’ll put my mouth where my mouth is,” I smirked at her and gave my best ‘Try me!’ at Matthew.

“You want to suck my dick while I finish up with Deborah?” He took a handful of my hair and tilted my eyes down to his.

“Sure!” I put all the smile I could into it.

“Oh my God! Right in front of everyone!” Gwen spoke and she wasn’t the only one with that opinion. Melody scrunched away to the armrest.

“Gwen, kiss me,” Matthew turned past my shoulder. I got wet watching Gwen and Matthew. He was full of bravado and nerves, she was ready and needing to please. I watched their tongues roll in the small breaches between their lips. I squirmed, on his lap. Sara was picking open his fly. He grinned, “Look how excited that got Sara. Or embarrassed that got Dawn. I want to be open and sexual with all of you. How does that make you feel?”

It made me feel great. I had done a lot of sexual things since I first had sex in grade 8. I decided not to give the triumphant 30 minute dissertation on how fun it was. All I could do was fire of a salute as a I sank to my knees. Sara wolf smiled as she pulled denim and cotton away from Matthew. I got to see what I was teasing.

“Worried,” Gwen said still warm, confused and breathless from the kiss.

“Unsurprised,” Melody scoffed. I watched Sara growl at her and Melody flinched again.

“Excited,” Between Mrs Flynn and Dawn, I wasn’t certain who echoed who. I let the chaos around me dissipate. I took Matthew in hand. He was dark in my fingers. He smiled down at me and I opened up for him.

“Can I make a point?” Mrs Flynn asked. I could feel her voice echoing in my jaw. Matthew fit in my mouth comfortably. I looked to Sara and wondered if she struggled; I flicked my eyes to Gwen and knew she would.

“Of course.” He said comfortably. I took that as impulse to do better. Head is more art than science. It’s what the beholder likes more than there being one perfect way. Matthew liked noise, wetness and the back of my throat.

“If we’re all fucking you. And I’ll bet you’ll have us fucking together and even just each other,” She set the stage. I pumped the couple of fingers worth I couldn’t fit into my mouth vigorously. He slouched his butt forward on the couch. I made sure to roll his foreskin further back whenever I pulled back and sank back down. Melody’s fingers stroked my hair. Mrs Flynn continued, “I’m going to lose some respect at work.”

“Good point! Girls,” And he had perfect eye contact with me when he spoke, “When you are working for me you’re all to do the best job you can. You’ll respect whoever is in charge. Deborah for Flynn’s and probably for the caterers and if I put someone in charge, that’s important to me so it’s important you. Treat whoever she is with respect and don’t undermine her because of whatever we did before or will do later, OK?”

I fired off another salute. Something felt wrong. He was awkward in talking, nervous and readily distracted. That didn’t matter. I knew what he wanted. He wanted the best and I realized I had never given it to Mrs Flynn. I staggered with him deep in my throat. I coughed and my mouth flooded with excess saliva. He grinned.

“Good,” Mrs Flynn beamed, “That’s better.”

“Whatever I can do to help,” He grinned. Sara was pushed back from me so I had more room to work. Matthew couldn’t pet my hair because he had pulled Gwen and Melody tightly against him. Gwen hugged him and never met my eyes. Melody watched him and kept my hair from my face so he could watch me. He smiled when he didn’t breathe really hard.

“Good, there is the problem that we don’t have a dishwasher for tomorrow,” She reminded Matthew about the new guy’s quitting. That had been a spectacle. Franklin let him rant rave and curse just so long as he was moving to the back exit while he did it. Matthew looked frustrated. I slurped loudly as I cupped his balls. They had been tight against his bottom but momentarily pulled him back. I should’ve known he was going to cum, but I was off guard. Matthew wasn’t quite the same as the other boys I’d been with. He was carrying on a conversation with the room. I’d have been offended if he wasn’t keeping his eyes on me.

“Dammit!” He said more to sensation than emotion, “I’ve got my date with Eden.”

“Why isn’t she here tonight?” Gwen asked.

“She didn’t become Primed or Aware,” He responded as if that explained anything. I got louder on his dick. Mrs Flynn’s hardwood floors were terrible on my knees.

“What does that mean?” Melody prodded. Everyone was talking so sedately. We could use some music. Matthew seemed to appreciate me humming a tune. He pulled Gwen up tighter against. He really loved her tits.

“We don’t know,” Carmen spoke for Sara and Phoebe.

“It’s in his book,” Dawn reached out for the bag on the table, “We can’t open it or move it unless Matthew tells us too but it’s got instructions in it.”

“Yeah,” He huffed, “I’ll have to get her Primed tomorrow. But you girls can make new girls Aware and I don’t want to do that all the time.”

“What do you mean?” Mrs Flynn was very eager to learn this. I hinted with my teeth and Matthew lifted his butt off the couch with a sigh. I can grin spectacularly around a cock.

“Well, if I just get the bracelet on someone, they’ll do what I say,” He wiggled from the feelings I gave and because his arms were behind Gwen and Melody. Matthew was a hand talker, “But if I tell them they’re a slave they’ll be a slave. I think. I still have lots of reading to do.”

I pressed him against the back of my throat again. Spit shone on his shaft and wiggled out, dripping in strands off the bottom of his cock. I growled and he wheezed. I couldn’t believe it, the head of his cock pressed into my throat and I swallowed it. He was in my throat. My eyes flew wide open. Melody grabbed tightly the side of my head.

“Look at that girl go!” Sara cheered, “You pick great women, Wizard!”

“Thanks Sara,” He laughed and shuddered. He pulled Gwen and she readily kissed him for a short sweet one, “but Courtney’s actually because of Gwen, here.”

“Oh! We can get you new girls?” She had been hovering behind me and rushed up. I felt her tiny body latch on my back, “That’s so cool! I’m sure I—”

“No. Stop. I don’t want you girls getting me random women.” He said forcefully but the effort made him spasm inside my mouth. I felt the tightness of his sac in my fingers. He was keyed in for detonation. I got louder, sloppier. I pressed him against the back of my throat again. It was a mess. He didn’t slide in as easily as he did moments ago. Matthew growled at Sara and she shuffled back. Her butt shook the table, “If I don’t make them Aware I think I can have fun one night stands but if things go wrong I’m stuck with them for a long time. I don’t want that responsibility.”

“Good for you,” Mrs Flynn said respectfully.

“Thanks Deborah,” He had a sheepish smile on his face.

“Are we closing up and moving on?” She didn’t get the double meaning in my mouth, “I still need my dishwasher for tomorrow.”

“Phoebe, can you do it?” He asked breathlessly.

“I wouldn’t pick Phoebe,” Sara hurried. I don’t know what the redhead did but she didn’t make Matthew happy by agreeing.

“Dawn?” He turned to the brunette.

“I guess,” She said pitiably.

“Have you worked in in a restaurant before?” Mrs Flynn asked. I remembered my interview with her. I thought she was a hardass. I almost didn’t take the job when she had offered it. I redoubled on Matthew. I had him at the finish line and he wouldn’t Goddamn cross it!

“No, I did a bit of candy striping in high school but I’ve never had a job,” I could only imagine Mrs Flynn’s unhappy frown at that.

“Give—Hoo, give her a chance, Deb,” Matthew ended that argument, “Dawn, learn quickly and do the best job you can.”

“Alright,” She said pitiably. Matthew struggled his arm from behind Melody’s back and grabbed a fistful of my hair. Finally! Not quite...

“Oh my God!” He grunted, “Courtney, you are so good at that!”

“She’s got good technique,” Carmen admired. I flushed red. I hadn’t thought about the other girls judging me. Well not scoring me rather.

“Thank you, Carmen,” I garbled the words.

“Don’t talk with your mouthful, sweetie,” Mrs Flynn admonished. I couldn’t wait for her turn. I pulled back my lips in a big smile and Matthew stuttered to see my teeth just grazing his cock.

“What are you doing?” Melody looked over to Gwen. I had two handfuls of my hair dragging me deep against Matthew’s base. I felt the force at the back of my throat. I crossed and closed my eyes. Sometimes he fit right in. Sometimes I spit up a mess of saliva.

“Just something I thought might be hot,” Gwen rationalized. I could tell she was horny. She was all flushed and she couldn’t sit still. Her thigh was rubbing up against Matthew big time. Melody was less than enthralled.

“So?” Mrs Flynn prompted.

“What Deb?” Matthew stuttered.

“Is it hot?”

“Ye-yeah,” He lifted up from the couch again. My throat, my knees, my eyelids, my shoulders and my pride were sore. Cum you fucking Wizard!

“Well there’s just two or three things we need to confirm,” Mrs Flynn asked.

“OK!” He shouted, not listening. He let his head loll back. Lines of tension snapped inside of him. Gwen dragged me down and just as his dick fit into my throat for the ninth time. He finished. It felt crazy. The spurt from his dick was short and sweet and it went straight into my stomach. I couldn’t retreat as he spasmed. Finally, his hand let go. I moved back and Gwen let go too. My eyes were swimming, dark mascara moved from my cheek to Matthew’s thigh as I settled back on my ankles. I huffed and puffed. I had blown the house down.

“I have a feeling that she’ll be a favorite,” Carmen’s voice was 85% smile.

“There’s going to be favorites?” I heard a panicked squeak.

“Of course there is Dawn,” Mrs Flynn pitied her.

“Oh,” Gwen and Dawn moaned.

“Very oh,” Matthew hardly recovered but he spoke to me. I grinned my wipeout up at him. There was a little seed back by my molars and I swallowed it away. I don’t think I had tasted him. I guess that was good.

“Silly, Matty,” Mrs Flynn laughed. She was still on the business, “So we’ll have to pick up Erica. That’ll be good. She better not be a favorite.”

“But I love great big tits,” He leaned in and kissed my forehead. I could feel my hair sticking in my sweat. I had an afterglow from getting him off. From getting him off first. I licked my lips. I must’ve looked a wreck.

“She does have those,” Gwen agreed.

“How big?” Melody asked worried. Melody had it all but the tits. I was pretty and pretty well stacked. Less so next to Gwen.

“Carmen plus Gwen minus Dawn.” Matthew described Erica algebraically. I had no idea who she was. She must have left before I had started at the restaurant.

“You’re a knob,” I laughed. I sounded hoarse.

“And you are what you eat Courtney,” He stuck his tongue back at me.

“So we can be knobs together?” He laughed at me and nodded. I felt warm for that. I needed a smoke. I moved to get up and he helped me to my feet.

“You need softer floors,” I told Mrs Flynn.

“I’m sure we’ll all have kneepads by the end of the week,” She smiled up at me. Matthew slapped my ass and I headed over to where my purse waited next to the door. Matthew was watching my skirt move. I checked. Twice.

“Back to work?” He asked Mrs Flynn. He had fallen back and his jeans were kicked away under the coffee table.

“Aye aye, Wizard,” Mrs Flynn grinned. Sara smiled at her. I pulled my lighter and my Malboros. I didn’t want to go stand alone in the alley dressed like a Japanese business man’s wet dream. I flicked my zippo up in my palm and slid a two cancer sticks into the top of my fishnets.

“So why Wizard?” Melody asked snuggling on Matthew’s left.

“Master feels a weird kind of squicky to me,” He admitted.

“We can’t work out of the restaurant. It’s too busy and we’ll be cutting into the money I could make for you,” Mrs Flynn pulled him back onto the rails while running her fingernail down a list on a legal pad, “Even if we’re going to use your money for a couple of vans, we’re going to need a kitchen. Which means taking a loan against the restaurant. We’re going to need to talk to Everett after all.”

“I thought you owned it?” I asked. Carmen was looking at Mrs Flynn with a level of respect.

“80% of it. 15’s Everett but he’s signatory.”

“Who’s the other 5%?” Gwen asked.

“Franklin.” She named our head chef.

“Good for him,” Matthew nodded. I flopped down onto his lap. I landed in a pool of my own spittle but I refused to let go my bright smile, “Holy cr-crap Courtney!”

“What are you going to ask for next?” Melody worried. I laughed.

“Why should he have to ask? What do you have to volunteer, Melody,” I challenged.

“Not yet, girls,” Matthew stroked my hair, “I’ve gone off six times today.”

“You slut,” Dawn name called him. She didn’t keep up the smirk when she garnered the room’s attention.

“Three of those were Deborah,” He beamed at Mrs Flynn.

“So Matthew’s not the only slut?” Another quiet girl tried to jump in on the ribbing.

“I’m still your boss, Gwendolyn. Ms Slut, please.”

“And thank you!” Matthew grinned.

“Well I’ll go next,” Sara announced, “and we’ll get him back on his feet.”

“Good thing too, Sara,” He rubbed my back, “Without you here I’m certain Courtney would wipe me out entirely.”

“Hey!” If she could get him back up, than any of us could. Well maybe not the redhead.

“Don’t be insulted,” He smiled, “You’ll see.”

“Cocksucker,” I grumbled.

“Takes one to know one,” He laughed.

I childishly blew a raspberry at Matthew and he dragged me in by the back of the head for a kiss. Oh my God! The last time I had gotten a kiss after giving a blowjob, I had to have been witnessed brushing my teeth first. I got so wet as he pulled me in tightly. We were making out like teenagers. Well I had the credentials but he was damned good at it.

“If you need a kitchen and you want to keep Everett out of things,” Gwen spoke up when it became clear Matthew and I were in for a longer than socially comfortable kiss, “what about Robin?”

“Holy shit!” Matthew lit up pulling back from me. I scowled at Gwen and then smiled brightly. She hadn’t seen the sarcasm in the first grin. I looked down at his sad sleepy penis. I just couldn’t see him going a seventh time.

“Alright, Sara,” I reached over and grabbed her by the dragon’s fire, “How can you bring him back after all that?”

“Yeah, Deborah, what about Robin?” Matthew gave me the nonverbal go ahead but he was looking over at Mrs Flynn. She looked a little green and finally unhappy.

“C’mon! Robin’s amazing!” She pleaded, “She started Babybird all by herself. I mean Erica shat all over me—us when she left. Robin still sends me Christmas cards.”

“Babybird? Man their cinnamon rolls are the best!” I looked over.

“Her cinnamon rolls,” Mrs Flynn stressed the Her and sighed. I hopped away to make room for Sara. She rushed in on all fours.

“Pay close attention Courtney,” Matthew looked up to me as Sara picked up his moist cock, “There’s more than just the bracelets.”

“Wow, with just one lick!” Melody spoke for Gwen and I. The others couldn’t see. Mrs Flynn was standing up, intent to discover what had happened. Matthew had taken a deep breath as soon as Sara’s tongue stud rolled up his dick. He was more than just erect again. He looked wider awake. He shook out the cobwebs and grinned at me.

“And I’m pretty sure I could make any girl with a tongue piercing do the same,” He boasted as Sara went to town on his dick. I had done a great job but Sara seemed like Hendrix picking up a guitar, “Is anyone else here tongue studded?”

“Not me,” I said sorrily. Gwen and Melody shook their heads. The redhead just opened her mouth like a whale trying to swallow Pinocchio. Her tongue was pristine and unadorned. Carmen looked contrite.

“Yeah, can you imagine me with a tongue stud?” Laughed Mrs Flynn.

“Quite happily,” Matthew nodded. And she blushed. It was adorable.

“Robin is pretty,” Gwen brought back the topic. She was red faced and watching Sara go at it. Matthew was responding with energy he hadn’t had when I was between his knees. I felt cheated and I wanted to scratch my knees. I wanted a little sympathy and more attention.

“She’s also smart and Babybird has a reputation we could use,” Matthew argued in between stuttering shudders.

“But—I’m going to admit this even though I shouldn’t,” Mrs Flynn pinched the bridge of her nose, “I liked today, but I hate this. Seeing Gwen and Melody chained to you breaks my heart.”

“What about me?” I turned and raised an eyebrow.

“This is the best for you, Courtney,” There was not a drop of irony or sarcasm in her.

“Fuck you.” I snarled.

“You’ll get your chance,” She shrugged.

“I know it,” I reached into my stocking and pulled out a cigarette, “Can I smoke in here?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind,” Mrs Flynn nodded.

“No! No Courtney!” Matthew leaned over Sara’s head to snatch the smoke from my fingers. I stood there holding up my lighter flame, “I don’t want you to smoke ever again. You are way too amazing to kill yourself with cigarettes.”

“Jeez fine,” I was conflicted. I really wanted that smoke even more than his amazing compliment.

“I’m serious,” He made me meet his eyes, “You’re done! Quitting. Sara get off me.”

“OK, Wizard?” She was easily pushed aside. Matthew held me until I nodded. Sara just grinned and asked from the floor, “Who’s next?”

“Gwen, do you have an early morning?” He looked down to Gwen. She seemed unconvinced as to whether she should be blushing or going pale.

“I open,” She nodded.

“I’ll better start with you then,” He said happily. His dick was big and livid and he reached for her hand.

“Oh my God,” murmured Gwen as she was pulled up against him.

“I just want to say,” He said brushing aside her bangs, “Out of all the women I could have had the opportunity to figure this out with today, I’m glad it was you.”

“I’m—Oh, God...” She wobbled as Matthew kissed her. She wasn’t active but she was invested. I liked watching her kiss. She seemed like she was some fairy tale princess waking up to her Prince Charming. Slowly they broke and slowly Gwen realized we were all watching her. You could clock by how slowly her smile died. Matthew turned to Melody.

“Get off the couch,” He grinned. He liked this. He wasn’t gun shy at all. I smiled.

“Courtney, Carmen,” Mrs Flynn stood up and gestured, “Let’s get this table out of the way.”

I moved. I moved before I had decided to help. Matthew wanted me to help Mrs Flynn and I was off like a rocket. We lifted and dragged the table out of the way. Well we blocked off the kitchen. Melody scurried over to help. It didn’t take four of us to lift the table even with the papers and stuff on it. I probably could’ve lifted it alone if it hadn’t been awkward. Gwen squealed.

“My God you’re so beautiful,” Matthew grinned as he helped Gwen step out of her shorts and underwear. She held her top in one hand and shivered in a pretty green bra.

“Th-thank you,” She muttered as he stood up. They kissed and he liquefied her knees. Gwen rolled herself tightly against him as he laid her on the cushions.

“The couch pulls out,” Mrs Flynn said pointedly.

“Soon,” Matthew brushed her off. He had to say everything. The words were quiet. Gwen did everything he said, she did happily, but she didn’t if he wasn’t purposeful.

“Oh my God!” That was Melody standing watch a pace away next to Sara. They had the vantage point of Matthew penetrating Gwen. All I saw was his square butt sink down and Gwen’s arms tighten under his armpits. They kissed. They made love. We watched silently. I was excited, pacing behind Sara and Melody like a tigress watching Gwen move. Melody looked at me and I smiled and she didn’t.

“I like her nails,” The redhead announced out of nowhere. Gwen had a squiggly silver pattern over a blue base. They were quite pretty.

“Yeah,” Carmen nodded but she was watching like me. I couldn’t believe I was seeing too people I know just fuck like circus animals. That metaphor failed. They were a spectacle not animalistic. They kissed a lot. Matthew was a groaner. Gwen slowly started making puppyish squeaks. It was cute.

Dawn wasn’t really watching. Her eyes were wandering over the many pictures that were all over the mantle. They were from work, Christmas parties past and the few random times Mrs Flynn had fraternized with the rank and file. I was up there a lot. I guess I just needed to be in pictures. I looked back to Matthew.

“Are these all people from the restaurant?” Dawn asked. Mrs Flynn walked over to her. They both looked up together. Gwen and Matthew were noisier but not exciting. I slunk in next to Mrs Flynn. She bumped my hip back with a smile.

“Yeah, going back the seven years I’ve owned it,” She explained.

“Are Robin and Erica up there?”

“Erica’s not,” Matthew interjected. He clearly wasn’t wholly distracted by Gwen. Her moaning sounded a bit like whimpering. Matthew changed tack . They were moving harder and faster now and I wasn’t paying so much interest to the pictures. Sara was hugging Melody’s hips and Melody was standing more rigid than necessary.

“Matty’s right,” Mrs Flynn sighed, “I managed to save my pictures from Everett and I but I took Erica’s leaving so much worse. I destroyed all her pictures. That was a shame. There was one of Zina and her slutting up on either side of Matty’s arm.”

“Oh, what about Robin?” She asked. She was worried. She didn’t want to be left behind by too many beautiful girls.

“Right there. Bottom left.”

“The blonde?”

“No, that’s Gwen,” Laughed Mrs Flynn, “The black girl.”

“That’s Eden,” I explained.

“Your other left, dummy,” She mocked. The girl in the picture had a bright smile and braids. She was curvy and confident. She was pretty.

“Oh, OK,” Dawn turned back, “So how do you go about getting those girls?”

“Make an excuse to see them and put bracelets on them, I guess,” Mrs Flynn shrugged.

“Oh, Gwendolyn you feel so good!” Matthew boomed. Gwen was ratcheting up. She was getting squeaky. It was adorable. We all turned. She had her eyes closed shut and she was only breathing when she had to gasp. The couch springs creaked and the whole sofa had inched across the floor. Her face was so red it was purple. She tossed and turned with every thrust. Matthew was really giving it to her. Carmen sat on the edge of the cushion and was stroking his hair. It was the weirdest scene I had ever witnessed. Then I saw Gwen’s o-face. I was giggling like an idiot.

She opened her eyes wide and tried to open her mouth but her teeth were clenched. It was like her upper lip was trying to retreat up her nose. Matthew was limping along to sexual release with her. She began begging.

“Pull out! Pull out! Pull out!” She made Matthew stagger. He did. He rose up between her red slapped thighs. Her otherwise golden tan was slick with sweat. Matthew and Carmen both reached for him and he shot out a slight amount of spatter onto Gwen’s stomach.

“Holy shit!” Matthew sank back onto his ankles and sighed. Carmen leaned in and licked up Matthew’s semen. Gwen thrashed to feel her tongue. Carmen shoved her down by the far hip and close shoulder.

“Gwen, are you not on birth control?” He asked worriedly.

“The pill makes me depressed,” She said in a tired apology.

“Anyone else?” He looked around panicked.

Carmen, Sara and Phoebe all had fairly recent IUDs. Melody and I were on the pill. Mrs Flynn got the shot. Dawn looked terrified.

“Oh, shit.” Matthew sighed, “We got to fix this.”

“I’m so sorry!” She cried. Well nearly cried.

“Look we can sort out anything we have to,” Matthew sank back against the back of the couch. He looked down at Gwen with a smile, “How do you feel?”

“Good, terrified, sleepy,” She rose up and slung her legs up to cover her chest and reddened pussy.

“Deborah, is the spare room OK?”

“Yeah,” Mrs Flynn replied. Matthew lifted Gwen up by both hands, “Go get some sleep. I promise I’ll talk to you soon.”

“OK,” Gwen had to forego the modesty she really wanted for her good night kiss. Melody had gathered up Gwen’s clothes and folded them. Gwen hurried off to the far bedroom.

“I can’t believe I hadn’t thought about pregnancy,” Matthew fell onto his back on the couch. Sara was slinking over to fix his fallen soldier again. She touched him and he sat up like a spring trap, “What about STD’s?”

“Not a problem,” The redhead shrugged lazily.

“What do you mean?” Mrs Flynn and I turned to her.

“Don’t bother. She’s never good at explaining things,” Carmen sighed. She lifted up her wrists and displayed her gold bands, “These won’t let us get you sick.”

“Do they fight disease?” I asked looking down at mine knowing that wasn’t the case.

“I don’t think so,” Carmen shook her head as Sara loudly descended onto Matthew, “But if someone’s sick they won’t fuck you or anyone else wearing a bracelet.”

“What if they don’t know they’re sick?” Mrs Flynn countered.

Matthew sighed as Sara looked up to just be confused at Mrs Flynn. The redhead rolled her eyes.

“The last wizard was very thorough,” Carmen assured Matthew with a brush of his hair, “When Matthew learns I’m sure he’ll be even better.”

He sat up and swung his cock and legs away from Sara. He rubbed Carmen’s shoulder and kissed her. She tackled him back girlishly. She was ecstatic to be kissed. She was sex on fire when he pulled back. He caught Mrs Flynn’s eyes.

“Getting Robin and Erica won’t be a problem?” He asked.

“Sure, I can get you whoever,” She rolled her hand but I could tell her that it was a bit of a gut punch to her.

“Will we ever have to get anyone for you?” Melody asked worried.

“How do we know someone’s off limits?” I interjected.

“Straight up girls. I don’t want you recruiting for me. First and foremost: text me and ask before anything happens,” He caught me right in the eyes. I just grinned, I couldn’t take back Melody and it was clear Matthew wouldn’t have let me, the way he was visually devouring her legs. He turned to Mrs Flynn, “Actually, you know what? Deborah, I’m going to trust you to recruit who we need for the caterers. I’d rather have my employees at least Primed if not Aware.”

“That’s fair,” She shrugged, “I’m still going to ask.”

“Thank you, and we’re done with the restaurant, OK? No, Sylvie, no Zina, and definitely no Kelly. Agreed?”

He waited until I audibly answered. A nod wasn’t enough from Mrs Flynn or I. I had another thought.

“So what’s going to happen long term? Do I get to finish school or what?”

“Of course!” He went wide-eyed that that was up for questioning.

“OK,” I relaxed, “I can’t really help out with money or anything. Most of my money goes to tuition and books and everything.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Courtney,” Carmen shrugged, “the charity’ll cover your school.”

“What?” Matthew, Melody and I turned to Carmen. She looked surprised.

“Where I work,” She squeezed Matthew’s knee, “The Forefront Foundation. We support girl’s education. I’ll run the paperwork and we’ll have an interview and I’ll have your school paid for.”

“And you can do this for any girl?” Melody asked.

“Sure. Well to an extent,” She vacillated, “We have to have an official interview and there’s a limit each year but we’ve never hit it. Oh and most of our fundraisers that aren’t outsourced to the call center are dinners. So we can even funnel money to you through the caterers!”

“Um, wow.” Matthew looked at her, thinking hard.

“Yeah, you should come by on Monday,” She looked to me, “We’ll put something together.”

“Wow, that’s a great plan! I like it.” I really did, but I may have sound differently. I was craving cigarette to the point of aggression.

“I also have a year of school left,” Melody said, “It’d be a lot off my shoulders if—”

“Don’t worry, we’ll cover you,” Carmen smiled.

“I’m going to have my sister get in touch with you too” Matthew followed up and Carmen nodded.

“You should come down!” She beamed at Matthew, “I’ll show you around. Show you what we do.”

“That sounds like a plan,” He looked to Mrs Flynn, “That all for tonight.”

“There’s Melody,” Mrs Flynn tilted her head conspiratorially.

“Of course, I finally feel like I can relax,” He sighed for only a moment. He took a deep breath, “There’s actually one thing more I need to do.”

“Anal? Threeway?” I suggested with a big grin, “I’m pretty sure there’s way more than one.”

“No, well yes, that’s not what I meant.”

“What do you mean?” Dawn crossed her chair and looked on concerned. I wondered who she worried more for, Matthew or herself. I couldn’t read her.

“Look, there’s one girl I can’t live my life without. I’m going to find her,” Matthew said wistfully.

“Ah, your first love,” Mrs Flynn seemingly understood.

“Well, technically my second, but my true love.”

“That is so sweet!” Carmen announced.

“I think it’s terrifying to be honest.” Melody turned white. I couldn’t have that. Matthew looked hurt by the comment. I had an idea. I needed to work off my cigarette craving. His eyes were moving back to Melody. I felt evil. It was almost a cigarette. “So short term, anal sex?”

“That’s a great place to start,” Matthew laughed.

“Well, Melly,” I got a very fierce look telling me to be careful, “Melody, you ready for Matthew.”

“Not volunteering your perfect little ass?”

“You think my ass is perfect?” I smiled sweetly.

“I do.” Matthew smirked.

“Great, then maybe you should practice with dummy so you don’t break the perfect one.”

“Ha ha.” Melody glared.

“You do look incredible in that red dress,” He reached for her and Carmen and Sara scattered from the couch. Mrs Flynn zipped forward and pulled off a cushion. I think she wanted to keep the bodily fluid stains to a minimum. Matthew acquiesced this time. The unfolded bed clipped a bookshelf. Probably because Matthew and Gwen had inched it over. Mrs Flynn looked grumpy at the hit. Matthew had lifted Melody by the waist. Good he was strong. She kicked out nervously as he laid her down onto the ugly comforter.

Sara’s revitalizations put the energy hard into Matthew. He attacked Melody. She met the overwhelming sex with a confused and happy grin. He grabbed her right hand and wormed his hand underneath her. We all heard the zipper rip down. The dress fell away from Melody’s body.

“Perhaps some music,” Mrs Flynn nervously decided. She turned on her television and booted up her xbox that was attached to her sound system. I watched until I hear Melody moan. Matthew was eating pussy. She had her legs way up in the air. Her dress and panties were being extricated by Carmen. She seemed to take the logistics of the action onto her shoulders.

“Oh! Nice!” Exclaimed Melody. Matthew was rolling her up onto her shoulders. Matthew was pressed the tip of his thumb to her ass and she wiggled, kicking. He made a very proud grunt. The redhead and Sara slipped pillows underneath the beautiful halves of Melody’s ass so that Matthew could lower her and then spread his own knees so that he was at entrance level.

It amused me. Matthew was still wearing his dishwashing t-shirt. It was gray and wrinkled and bleached spotted. I was the slutty schoolgirl. Actually, Matthew had only taken away the clothes that blocked his cock.

“Oh! Ow!” Melody winced.

“Oh, sorry, I was a little off,” Matthew mumbled. He pulled her cheek apart.

“I think-k—” Melody worried. She grunted and almost scrambled away. Matthew stabbed his hips forward and she screamed.

We never really understood what most of her words were. She begged and hollered and all I discerned was, “...splitting me in half!

“Matthew! Stop! How much lube are you using!” Mrs Flynn’s controller clattered to the hardwood.

“Not enough?” Matthew groaned. He looked really contrite.

“And how does it feel for you?” She admonished. Sara looked angry but the redhead had a hand on both of Sara’s shoulders holding her down.

“Difficult? Frustrating?” Matthew considered. He was still moving his hips. I winced alongside Melody. Well, I’m really glad I didn’t go first.

“It hurts! Hurts! Hurts! Stop!” She pleaded.

“Dawn,” Mrs Flynn took charge. She dragged Matthew out of Melody and waved to the brunette, “in the drawer of the end table is a tube of K-Y. Help out Melody.”

“I’m sorry,” Matthew bent over Melody and brushed her hair. All she did was spasm and whimper. Matthew fell back.

“Ah! Don’t touch me!” Melody jumped. Dawn had rushed in and had grabbed Melody by the cheek. She was so tomato red, I worried she had stopped breathing. Dawn liberally squeezed the tube over Melody’s asshole. Melody sighed.

“I’m sorry,” Matthew murmured again.

“Don’t be sorry, Matthew” I walked next to him and picked up the tube from the bed. I squeezed a large dollop onto my palm, “Learn and get her ready right this time.”

“Ok. OK.” He nodded and I picked up his dick in my hand. His dick was a mess of Gwen, and several different kinds of spit. I tugged him until he was more than liberally coated.

“And you’ll want to clean your dick when you’re done with Melody, Matthew,” Mrs Flynn lectured, “I’m going to want a turn.”

Melody screamed again. It wasn’t so visceral this time. Carmen was holding Dawn and Dawn’s finger was sliding into Melody’s asshole. Melody’s mascara looked worse than mine did by this point. I grinned and called the redhead over to help me with Matthew’s cock.

“Better?” Dawn asked. All was pretty quiet but for wet noises. Carmen signaled Dawn to slide a second finger in next to the first.

“Not worse?” Melody was still whimpering.

“So what are you going to do about this true love of yours?” I looked up at Matthew. He calmed to look away from Melody. He was ready to go though. He would tear apart her ass when he unleashed him.

“Well, when I find her,” He smiled, “I’ll probably go get her.”

“You don’t know where she lives?” Sara asked.

“A little Facebook creeping will fix that,” He turned sheepish. Dawn waved to us and the redhead and I walked him over, flanking him on either side of Melody. I lined him up. Melody caught my eyes and I hope only she saw my glee in the smile I gave her.

“And then what?” I said purposefully distracting him.

“Slow! Slower! Please go slowly!” Melody would have none of that.

“She’s taking it better now,” Dawn noticed.

“Does it feel good, Melly?”

“Don’t you fucking call me Melly!” Every ounce of hurt and rage she felt was slung back at me. I laughed at her.

“It feels way better for me,” Matthew claimed soothingly.

“It still hurts,” She breathed quickly, “But I can manage this. Aaaaah!” Matthew’s second stroke was faster than his first. This third faster still. Melody squirmed and bucked but never retreated. I caught Matthew’s eyes and opened my shirt. Faster still. Melody’s grunts weren’t her earlier scream but they were manic. Carmen came up behind me and unhooked my bra.

“You have great tits,” He panted. I rose up on my knees and pulled his face down into my chest. He called out against my skin and I grinned. He fucked into Melody jaggedly. Sara could rejuvenate but she couldn’t rearm him. He slipped down over Melody’s back and breathed in deeply of her hair. Melody tried to breathe. As wet as I was, as craving as I was, Mrs Flynn wasn’t getting her turn next.

“Matthew?” Melody’s voice lifted up from under the two of them. She sounded steady but still slightly hurt.

“Yes, Melody?” He asked more than sweetly. She started to smile before failing.

“Does your love have a name?”

“Janine Sprecht.”