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Tiffany Luck — Thursday, June 25th, 2015

I held Raena’s hand, not knowing whose was shaking. She knocked on the door. I licked my lips and wobbled as I nervously tapped my foot. My heels were way too tall.

“Hey,” Matthew opened the door with a big smile, “You two look lovely. Are the boys all set up?”

“Matthew, bring the girls inside,” The angel, Gwendolyn, stepped up on Matthew’s left and laid her hand on his shoulder. I looked up and down the corridor but it was empty. He took Raena’s hand and walked her in. Gwen took mine. I flinched as the door closed behind me, “I know he’s not the boyfriend you love. But this will be special.”

“Thank you,” I smiled up at her. I dropped my overnight bag next to Raena’s just inside the door. The devil, Sara was sitting on the foot of the bed. She finished her once over of Raena and turned her eyes to me. I felt Gwen squeeze my fingers in solidarity. Raena twirled under Matthew’s hand.

“God, I love these dresses,” He announced as he pulled Raena off balance and against his chest. Raena looked amazing in her thin pink dress. The crumpled white wrap around her hips brought out the color. Hanging off of her cute butt swished her puffy skirt. Her legs, bare from just below the knee, were perfect with the aid of her three inch stilettos. I walked my eyes back up her as she fell back against Matthew’s chest. She wasn’t wearing much jewelry. The slapband clashed with everything. The white corsage on her opposite wrist was the perfect choice. Diamonds, in strings of three, dangled off either ear and the whole dress was perfected by the silver and diamond tiara perched in her perfect blonde curls. Matthew tilted up her chin and she looked up to him, “You, my darling Raena, are my princess.”

“I feel like a real princess, now that I’ve been ripped away from my boorish prince by the relentless pirate.” Raena said in a deadpan that cracked because she could not hold back the giggles.

“Aye, lassie,” He spun Raena again and dipped her, “There be nothing that’d keep this corsair from his true love.”

“He can be charming when he’s horny and confident,” Gwendolyn told me. I looked down at my dark violet prom gown. Matthew’s eyes were on me as I looked up at me.

“True loves,” I noticed he included Gwendolyn and me this time. I smiled, almost artificially, as Matthew and Raena walked over to us. She looked at me nervously but I couldn’t help but feel excited. I looked past them to the devil, to Sara. She made me tingle with fear. Matthew approached and stood before me and I looked down to my corsage and his magic bracelet. He lifted my chin up to his eyes.

He wasn’t the most handsome boy. He was a little fluffy, no fatter than Zach but a little taller and his bigness could be seen across his jaw and shoulders. His dark blonde hair was neat and beautiful. He had very dark green eyes. He smiled with his whole body.

“If she’s your princess, who am I?” I asked reaching for Raena’s hand. I felt better when she held me. Gwendolyn still had my right hand.

“Don’t be silly, Tiff,” Raena rolled her eyes, “He can have lots of princesses.”

“But only one Queen,” Gwendolyn declared.

“And that’s you?” I looked up at her as her smile stuttered.

“No, that’s why we’re in Ottawa,” She said wanly, “Matthew’s coming for his Queen.”

“Alright, enough of these metaphors,” Matthew chuckled, “Raena,” He leaned in and kissed her cheek, “Is my princess. Tiffany,” I stepped forward and kissed his cheek, “Is my angel.” I felt my stomach fluttering and immediately looked up at Gwendolyn, “Gwen is my cuddly.” They kissed right up on the lips. I squeezed her fingers. He then looked to me and Raena before gesturing to Sara with his head, “And the meat behind me is Sparky.”

Gwendolyn and Sara giggled at that. Sara flashed me her tongue stud. That was kind of hot. I had to ask her about her tattoos soon. I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet. I was thinking something on the back of my neck that I could hide under my hair. I looked up at Matthew. He held my face and smiled.

“When I first saw you with Sara and Gwen at either side. I figured she was the devil on your shoulder and Gwendolyn was the angel,” I volunteered to his grin. Matthew leaned in and kissed my lips. He was the second boy I had ever kissed and I felt my stomach butterflies begin their performance of West Side Story.

“An angel and a devil on either shoulder, like a cartoon!” He was infinitely amused but he looked at his original girls, “Except usually the angel wears white and the devil wears the sexy black dress.”

“Or, you know, a red body sock and Halloween store horns,” Raena scoffed.

“Matthew,” Gwendolyn shook her head, “Believe me, Tiffany didn’t say Sara was the devil because of our clothes.”

He warmly smiled to Gwendolyn, “You are always trying to get me to think with more than my dick.”

“It’s not your dick I’ve come to worry about; it’s your heart,” She sighed, “Let me take your angel and get her all fixed up. She’s still a little messy from downstairs.”

“Of course,” He looked down to me, “Be excited.”

“I got that covered,” I said grabbing his lapel and kissing him, “I’ve been ready for this night for months.”

“Good girl,” He grinned and took a handful of my butt cheek to turn me around with Gwendolyn. I squealed and smiled as I was chased into the washroom. Gwendolyn closed the door behind us.

“Raena’s not coming with us?” I asked.

“Raena’s mascara doesn’t need a fresh start,” I was told, “Come on, I’ll do your makeup again.”

“Thank you,” She walked me back until my butt bumped the counter. Gwendolyn picked up my left hand.

“You need better than a plastic bracelet for this dress,” She had picked up her purse and pulled out a braided gold ribbon, “This is also Matthew’s.” She slipped it over my knuckles and pulled away the slapband, “Just like the both of us.”

Raena Flores — Thursday, June 25th, 2015

“Matthew!” I whispered quickly. He turned and picked me up by the waist. I giggled and kicked lightly as he set me down next to Sara.

“Raena...” He smiled at me.

“Can we get started?” I rubbed my fingers across his chest, “I can’t wait any longer.” I made sure to moan as I leaned in and he kissed me. It was a great kiss. He held me gently but we tongued with need. I panted under half-lidded eyes when he pulled back.

“Nervous to do this in front of your friend?” Sara asked. I smiled at her, as hard as I could fake. I turned back to Matthew.

“The sooner you get started with me the sooner you’ll be recovered to fuck Tiffany,” I made sure to lick his ear as I whispered, “You have no idea what kind of slut that virgin is.”

Matthew erupted in full lungful laughs. I looked at him worried. We had to hurry. Tiffany, everyone knew all about me, I had to get fucked. I had to, before—

“No one could know what kind of slut a virgin is,” He chuckled as he covered himself, “Unless the answer is not a slut. Kind of the definition of virgin.”

“Besides,” Sara leaned in and swiped her fingers over my ear, “We’re still waiting for everyone.”

“What?” I looked up to Matthew. He was magic, but more people were going to fuck? This was crazy.

“It’s not that. I mean, I could invite Gigi in but I usually let her or Ida finish their shifts. She’s just bringing up some important things.”

“What things?” Gigi? Ida? Holy shit. And that talk of a queen. How many sluts did he have? There was a knock on the door and I swore I could have jumped straight out of my dress had there been no straps.

“Important things,” He smiled kissing me before walking back from the bed. I breathed watching him walk over. He was a square. Well, I mean he was shaped that way. Anyone with six girls to fuck couldn’t be that uncool. I turned to Sara and whispered.

“How do we get him to fuck me faster?” I flashed a look at the washroom.

“I usually start by taking his pants off,” Sara giggled. Matthew opened the door. The woman from the front was there with a cart.

“You know, I’m supposed to send one of the bellhops up with this kind of thing,” She leaned in and kissed Matthew before wheeling in her package. Candles. I stood up and she met my eyes. She was about as old as my mom, but with a beautiful body. Her eyes met mine and smiled, “Oh, cherie! You saved her from le maudit fif.”

“Yeah, he’s my knight in shining armor,” I smiled past her to Matthew. I slid my knees apart until I was certain they’d stop shaking.

“Make sure he kisses you down there,” Gigi whispered as she slipped past me and set two fat purple candles on the nearby nightstand, “He’s very good but he needs to practice.”

My cheeks were on fire. It was easier to process when I was hurried than when I was terrified. I just needed to lie down and let him climb on me. I’d be a woman and Tiffany could believe all the stories I told her. My heart was thundering. I didn’t imagine there’d be more. That’s what Tiffany deserved. That’s what pretty girls got, not someone like me. All I had were lies and—

The bathroom door opened. I didn’t take that breath I had needed. Tiffany walked out, her lips carried a slightly darker shade than she had before entering. Her bluish eyeshadow made her normally large girlish eyes look fierce and smokey. I lost my opportunity. That’s alright, I could fake it. I would—

“This is wonderful!” Tiffany said as she looked around. Matthew had turned down the overhead light and Sara had followed behind Gigi with a long trigger lighter. The whole room twinkled in the candlelight. Sara ducked out of the way as Matthew offered Tiffany his hand. She took it, blushing and smiling. How was it that I was the frightened one? I stood up. She wasn’t wearing the slap bracelet anymore. I reached down to mine but I wouldn’t pull it.

“Here, this will be prettier,” Sara stepped up behind me. She was so tiny, shorter than even Tiff. I looked down as she reached around my wrist and hitched together the clasp of a braided gold ribbon. It was just like Tiffany’s. I smiled. The door closed. I hadn’t seen Gigi or the tray disappear.

“I’ll put on some music,” Gwendolyn announced and walked over to the desk. She unwrapped a glass and placed her phone in it. There was no bass but the music was sexy. Tiffany twirled until Matthew pulled her back against his chest. Her arms were crossed over the bodice of her dress and tangled up in Matthew’s fingers. We met each other’s eyes. She was excited. I shivered. We both smirked.

“Your friend was almost too impatient to let us set up the room,” Matthew pretended to whisper in Tiff’s ear but we all heard him, “You know if you go second it isn’t because I love you less than Raena.”

“You love me?” She grinned, the look in her eyes was happy but completely unbelieving, “Wow.”

“C’mon, help me,” He kissed the rim of her ear and they approached me. I looked and saw Gwendolyn and Sara retreating to the corners of the room. They weren’t here. Almost. I looked back, I couldn’t look Tiffany in the eye. I looked at Matthew. He settled Tiffany, knee walking onto the bed, on my right and he closed in on my left.

“Matthew?” We all looked over to Gwen, “Maybe we should get some pictures before you destroy their hair, makeup, dresses and...” And she muttered the last syllable beyond comprehension.

“We spent almost an hour taking pictures at Tiff’s already,” I remembered. That had been fun, even Serge hadn’t soured by that point. That wasn’t what I wanted to do again though.

“The kind of pictures we’re going to take,” Matthew stroked my hair so I turned to face him, “Aren’t what you took at Tiffany’s.”

“Matthew!” Erupted Gwen.

“Oh my God! Really!” Tiffany beamed, scrunching up closer over my shoulder. I could feel her whole body as she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid her head next to mine. She had firm tits, a little bigger than mine, despite being smaller.

“Stay like that you two,” Matthew grinned slinking back from me. I reached for him but he moved my hand and laid it across Tiff’s. These were pictures like at Tiffany’s. Gwen walked across the room and pulled a phone out of a pair of pants that had been neatly folded atop Matthew’s suitcase. She held the phone out to Matthew and he thanked her.

“Well Crap,” He laughed as he unlocked his phone, “Thirty one messages.”

“I’m sure everything’s OK back home,” Gwen sidled against him and ran her fingers across his shoulders, “Someone would have texted me if something happened.”

“I’m sure we’re good,” He said before tilting his phone landscape. The flash stabbed us in the eyes, but his attention remained with Gwen, “Hey, do you mind checking through those in the morning?”

“What like your secretary?” Gwen reached around Matthew and directed the camera as he snapped three more pictures of Tiff and me.

“Yeah, and dress the part.” They kissed. It felt like a boyfriend girlfriend kiss. I blushed, not embarrassed, angry. When a wizard drags me away for a fuck-fest, I get impatient. Tiffany squeezed me tighter.

“And you worry about his heart not his dick?” I asked. Sara snorted laughing.

“Oh, they’re so sweet,” Tiffany grinned.

“You have no idea,” Sara said and kicked Matthew in the back of the leg, “Give the camera to us and go play with your new girls.”

The look on his face when he turned to us made me feel vulnerable, apprehensive, unprepared and beautiful. He walked over and ran his fingers through our bangs. Gwen had turned off his flash and that was for the best. We heard the click noise over and over as we posed, mostly wrapped tightly amongst each other. I had started in the center but soon we were squeezing Tiffany. She flourished, always grinning and smiling or pouting comically for the camera. Finally, Matthew was caught between us. There were pictures of us picking open his shirt buttons, biting on both his earlobes, kissing both cheeks. I felt his hand roll down from my shoulder to palm my ass. He was gentle but he gripped me tightly.

I grabbed his cock over his pants and I whispered, “Hurry!” urgently into his ear. He turned and kissed me. Dragging me to him by the back of my neck. I could feel Tiff’s fingers excitedly ripple across my elbow behind Matthew’s back. He had a big dick. It had to be as ludicrous as those porn star cocks. I shivered as I ran my tongue into his mouth. He moaned and took my hand that was on his dick in his own.

“Tiffany,” He said after a hot quiet breath, “Raena’s going to be first.”

“OK,” She sounded wounded, “Um do I step back and watch?”

“No,” He turned from me and I whimpered. He squeezed my ass playfully before kissing Tiffany. Tiffany collapsed bodily against Matthew. He still had both of his hands on me, one holding my hip and the other outlining his cock. Tiffany gave me a last fluttering touch down my wrist and over my hand. She had control and pivoted around Matthew’s right leg until she was right in front of him. I realized, as I rubbed my thigh against Matthew’s leg, that he needed to squat his knees out a good distance to lower himself to kiss us. At least we were taller than Sara. Tiff kissed loudly, wetly, sloppily. I started feeling jealous and impatient again. Slowly they broke their kiss. Tiffany started giggling.

“Hey, are you OK? Did you like that?” He was so sweet in how he asked her. He let go of me and held her face. He stood tall again.

“Straight guys kiss way better than gay guys,” She giggled madly but abruptly caught herself. She was beet red and looking away from her eyes.

“You were going to do me first...” I choked on the tip of his cock. I could handle this.

“Yes I am,” He smiled away from Tiffany who had another aborted bout of giggles when he looked at me. He reached for me and pulled me to him. Tiffany and I spun and laid our shoulders back against Matthew. I looked the camera in the eye as it clicked. Sara grinned and Gwen was sitting in an armchair looking at her own phone. Matthew leaned in and bit my ear. I sighed, moaned as his hand swept up over my thigh and belly. Tiffany oohed hungrily under the same caress. He took my breast and gently fondled it. I closed my eyes. He was squeezing the base up to my nipple in a slow meandering touch. I felt nervous. Tiffany was rubbing her thighs together madly.

“Hold her, Raena,” Sara said while taking pictures. Tiffany struck like a scorpion. I felt her nails rake across my palm until we laced our fingers. Matthew leaned down between us and licked my neck. I was a quivering mess. He turned to her and Tiffany couldn’t fight the giggles again.

“Are we ready to get them out of their gowns?” Sara asked with a smile.

“Oh God, please!” Tiffany beamed.

“Yeah, Matthew,” I looked up and he looked down. I felt tiny, “It’s time.”

“Not yet,” He said sweetly, “If we’re doing this for posterity, I’d like to give my princess and my angel a facial before they undress.”

“Oh my God!” Tiffany twisted out of Matthew’s arms and slapped both palms down on his chest next to my shoulder, “You want to cum on my face!”

He slowly turned me around as he smiled at her, “I need.”

“Oh my God!” Tiffany repeated. I just looked up at him, taking my lower lip with my teeth. He immediately turned to me. This was familiar. He touched our shoulders because our hair was still done up, he was going to push us down to our knees, “But you’re going to have to help me cum first.”

“Shit...” I said, accepting the pressured on my shoulder as instruction. I stepped forward and genuflected as Tiffany fussed with her skirt as she knelt down. There was a pool of purple around her knees. Her skirt had been much longer than mine and now it haloed out in front of her and over Matthew’s sock. He stroked her cheek and thumbed mine. I smiled, the best smile I could, Matthew loved smiles. Tiffany’s was more natural and effervescent as she huffed away her giggles.

“You’re going to have to help me, Raena,” She turned to me. I picked up her hand and reached her up to Matthew. He placed a hand on our hands, caressing each of us but his eyes told me to reach for his belt. He was wearing a disheveled blue shirt we had untucked from his black pants. He traced my ear with his left hand as he finished the unbuttoning we had started. I felt Sara circling around us and stuttered my fingers. Tiffany unclasped his belt and tried to rip it out of his belt loops. I had to guide the tail around his hip so she could toss it away. He shrugged out of his shirt and Gwen came by to collect the clothes as they were removed. Tiffany had just tossed the belt but I saw Gwen squatting to pick it up as Sara got shots of our faces hovering before Matthew’s crotch.

“You are both beautiful women,” Matthew said and I warmed. He said women not girls. That was sexier. That was better. I dragged down his Zipper as Tiffany hovered a bit higher to unbutton his fly. Tiffany giggled again and I was getting sick of it as we dragged his pants down his legs. He drew his finger along my jaw. I calmed for a heartbeat when I looked up to his eyes. That went out the window as I saw the erection pushing out his black boxer briefs. Tiffany was rushing for the elastic before he stepped his first foot out of his pant leg. I dragged away the trousers and handed them off to Gwen.

“Jesus Christ!” Tiffany exclaimed as she pulled his underwear away from his dick. He was stood out in front of us. Sara snapped a bunch of pictures of our initial reactions. Tiffany flicked her eyes angrily to Sara but turned sheepishly to me.

“You’re not religious are you, Tiff?” Gwen asked.

“No, that’s silly,” She looked over at the blonde. I looked up to Matthew. He was happy enough to let us go at our pace. I guess if you’re that confident the girls won’t chicken out, you don’t need to push and push. So much better than high school guys. The gold on my wrist didn’t even change my mind.

“Good girl,” Matthew grinned when he stroked Tiffany’s face. She beamed. I snuck a frustrated glance at my best friend but focused on the cock in my face. I grabbed Tiffany’s wrist. She let me drop her hand on Matthew’s balls.

“They’re hairy,” Tiffany decried the obvious. I rolled my eyes as I pulled away Matthew’s underwear. He breathed out happily. I flickered a smile up at him. He stifled a Tiffany-like giggle.

“Shouldn’t I be sucking on it?” Tiffany asked as Matthew twitched.

“She asks the best questions,” Matthew goofily told Gwen. I saw her face, impatient, amused, hurt, as I gave away Matthew’s last garment. He was down to just his socks. I knew what time it was. I leaned forward and laid a hand on Matthew’s stomach. Tiffany moved in with me. I was at odds. I had felt his cock through his pants. He was smaller than I had earlier discovered. No bigger than the pink plastic vibrator still packaged in my closet. I didn’t ask questions.

Feeling Tiffany’s fingers on his balls as I gripped the base of his cock with my left hand sent chills along my spine. This was impossible. I made eye contact and kissed the underside of his cock. Sara’s photographic halo made the whole process even dirtier. He nodded. We were to get started.

At first, Tiffany watched. I peacocked. I licked along his cock. Happily and hurriedly drenching him in saliva. She kept tickling his balls but she was looking at me and I was looking at Matthew. My tongue swirled around him before I took him into my mouth. This was familiar. I smiled, not easy to do with a mouthful of dick but Matthew appreciated it. He brushed my cheek. He wasn’t grabbing my skull. He was rolling his hips, fucking my lips, but he wasn’t trying to jackhammer my throat. This was a good blowjob.

“Give her a hand, Angel,” He brushed Tiffany’s cheek like he had mine. I couldn’t quite watch her out of the corner of my eyes. I rolled my tongue underneath Matthew and he twitched against the roof of my mouth. I pulled back my teeth. Tiffany’s finger laced around my own. We were pumping the bottom two thirds of dick towards my lips. Tiffany was pressed up against me, directed by light touches from Gwen’s fingers. She had taken the camera from Sara. She could see over Matthew’s shoulder more easily. Tiff and I smiled for the shutterbug. Matthew pushed Tiffany in closer.

“It doesn’t taste like—” Tiffany cut herself off. Her enterprise had been to lean in and lick the spit soaked cock just beyond my mouth. I felt claustrophobic but the gentle touch on my cheek tightened. He reached around my neck and held me just above the shoulder blades.

“Wow! They’re eager!” Matthew was giddy. His hips kept rocking. A metronome conducted to pace us. The meter increased, lurching forward. Tiffany applied more of her lips and tongue. I had to change my tactic. I pulled back, opening the tip of his cock to the air. I was nudged bodily away. Tiffany hungrily devoured his cock. I watched her, blushing madly, her eyes closed tightly and her lips tucked upward in a smiled. I kissed her on the cheek. Matthew pushed me tighter against her face. Oh my God!

I’m not a dyke. I had enjoyed grinding up on Zach and Serge with Tiffany tight against me earlier but I’d never kiss her. The music pumping out of the water glass was duller because of the shitty sound system. I loved Tiffany but this was frightening. I knew what boys liked.

Tiffany moaned. Her whole body vibrating as I reached across her. Her tits were firm and heaving with unmeasured breaths. My kiss on her cheek was mostly just wayward tongue. I slurped across her jaw and teased around her earrings. Matthew shuddered. He whispered something to Gwen. I blushed understanding the switch from pictures to video. Matthew was growing close.

“Tiffany!” I whispered to the room, “Let me have another turn.”

She smiled at me and her cheek bulged out before she slipped off of Matthew’s cock with a pop. She giggled again. Matthew held us both by the backs and bases of our necks. We were brought together cheek to cheek. I stroked his cock, our spit flicking off into the air. Tiffany rolled her hand around the head. We both watched Matthew huff and puff. He took Tiffany’s hand and dragged her down the shaft. It took a few strokes to get us all in sync. It took a few strokes more for Tiffany to scream.

Cum burst from the livid red head of Matthew’s cock. He hadn’t been aiming, just generally toward each of our faces. I couldn’t believe him. I was some sort of porn star. The first white roped whipped from Tiffany’s cheek across my forehead. Matthew let go of his dick and dragged Tiffany back as she wobbled with her right eye practically glued shut. He spurted again, less power but I kept my hand going even as Matthew told us to keep our hands from our faces. It was a mess. The weight of the cum alongside my nose and over my lips was startling. Tiffany was a mess.

“Wait a second don’t open your eye yet,” Gwen whispered to Tiffany softly. I giggled this time. Like she could. I leaned in and caught the final dangling string from the end of his cock. He squatted down before us.

“You girls were great!” He happily kissed each of our foreheads, where he could avoid his seed. He was laughing and Tiffany needed the hug as he pulled her into a hug, He looked to me, “Raena lick Tiffany clean for the camera. Angel you can do Raena when she cleans you up first.”

“Oh, OK,” Tiffany muttered but she smiled when I nervously licked her. This time she was holding me and it felt insane. I was excited. Sure the cum on our faces was still hot.

“Make sure you kiss her,” Gwen said looking over her shoulder. Sara was with Matthew a few steps back.

“I can see fine, keep going Gwen,” He said happily. Gwen took a deep nervous breath.

“Make sure you kiss her with cum on your lips and tongue,” Gwen told us both letting us decide who you and her were, “Matthew loves that.”

“Really?” Squeaked Tiff. I was kiss her tightly again. Her tongue was more out of my mouth than in. I was mostly rigid but she was fighting a giggle again. She seemed to feel more confident as she dragged cum into our mouths. I swallowed unhappily. Tiffany swallowed like she had won a prize. We pulled away. Most of my nervousness was gone. I had committed myself, or at least had myself committed, to the outcome of this night. I held Tiffany’s face. Cum isn’t appetizing but when it’s mixed with eyeshadow it’s even less so. I spat the mess into Tiffany’s mouth and she happily devoured it. I flinched to discover Matthew touching me. I shook as Tiffany slowly opened her eyes.

Her right eyes was bloodshot and her mascara was smeared again. I hoped I looked better. She rose up and took the last of the cum from beside my nose and across my forehead. I swallowed that with an eye on Matthew.

“Lick your lips clean,” He demanded and Tiffany took that to mean she’d lick mine and I’d lick hers. It was a sloppy mess and Matthew’s hard-on was raring to go again when we flashed our smiles for inspection.

“Good girls,” I felt like puppy and forced myself not to pout. I wanted him to call us women. Call me a woman again. He stood and he helped us to our feet. Sara and Gwen materialized to pat down and straighten our gowns. Matthew kissed Tiffany lovingly but quickly. Then he wrapped his arms around me. I was wet again when his mouth loved mine. He had a handsome face. He made me feel loved. I was his princess. He took my hand and was smiling warmly.

“Do you need to know how to shoot with this?” Gwen was quickly thumbing away the mess below Tiff’s right eye as my friend fiddled with the smartphone in her hands.

“No, I’m not an idiot,” She told Gwen as she turned the camera to me. I posed warmly against my naked wizard. He grinned and lifted me by the hips. I squealed, embarrassed as he laid me down on the bed.

“Hurry up, Matthew will give you shooting directions.”

Matthew climbed up the bed on my left and Tiffany, just a moment later, on my right. Matthew dragged me just a bit further up across the covers. He started brushing my hair with his fingers and spread my hair around my head. He’d let me come up just a little bit for a kiss but he soon laid me down again.

“You’ve got a very important job,” He leaned across me to kiss Tiffany, “You got to record everything. While I undress her I want you to make sure she knows she’s beautiful. She’s sexy. Do you like girls?”

“Not much. I love Raena though,” I warmed to hear Tiffany. But she was right, we weren’t dykes.

“But you’re a virgin, you don’t know everything you like or don’t like yet, right?” Oh God? Was I like that.

“OK, I can see that,” She grinned, “I really liked giving head. Raena always said it was work but I had a lot of fun.”

“With me it’s not work,” Matthew announced. “Now come on, you can see what you’re in for.” He smirked with a mouth full of wolf’s teeth. Tiffany beamed back at him.

“Raena, Oh my God! You’re beautiful,” Tiffany began with a panning view from my heels to my eyes. I smiled wanly. She rolled back down. Matthew was unbuckling my sandals. He handed them, off camera, to Sara, “I’m so jealous of your body.”

“Both of you have incredible figures,” Matthew said ignoring my small tits. I squirmed with a cocktail of emotions as he wandered his hands up my calves. He went over the skirt to the wrap around my waist. Tiffany wandered the camera up to Matthew’s face and then to mine. I gasped, Matthew’s hands were on my breasts and on camera.

“Um, there’s a zipper in the back?” Matthew asked the room. I laughed rising up on my elbows. I had moved to reach behind me but Tiffany had touched my wrist.

“Let him,” She smiled. I did. Matthew kissed my throat and across the top of my chest as he reached under me. The wrap came away first, easily undone and tossed to one of the other women. He licked in my throat and I knew I was turning red. This was crazy. I was shivering and panicking and dripping and everything. I heard the zipper come undone. It seemed impossibly loud as it fell between songs. I gasped pulling in air. I wasn’t choked by my dress but by circumstances. He started taking the shoulder straps down my arms.

“Your skin is so perfect,” Tiffany told me, “And your breasts are going crazy with your big breaths. I wish my body moved like yours. I love you Raena. I can’t believe I get to see this.”

I felt the love yet, it felt completely differently. I lifted my legs, rolling up on my shoulders so Matthew could take the dress away down my legs. I heaved with nervous lungfuls of air as Gwen gingerly took away the gown.

I was wearing white underwear. A strapless bra and a g-string. Matthew traced them with my hands. I think my skin reddened right down to my pussy. I bit my lip. Near panicking as Matthew slid my bra off my breasts. He leaned down and kissed them, nipping at my nipple. I spasmed as Tiffany did the same. They rose up, kissing me all over. Tiffany was goofy when Matthew directed the camera back down to my tits. He spun the bra around my waist so he could unhook it and pass it off to Sara.

“Film how wet she is,” Matthew directed with a hand gliding across my belly and over my panties. His fingers dug into my flesh and swirled around my clit.

“Oh my God! It turned the fabric so dark!” Tiffany floated in for a good look.

“She made the fabric so dark,” Matthew corrected her.

“You made the fabric so dark,” I corrected him. The bravado didn’t hold up for me and I mumbled every second word. He leaned over and kissed me. Bare breasted and on a warm bed. I had never been in this situation. I tried to show off. I tried to kiss harder than I had been doing. Matthew took it and pushed for more. All my nerves were like exposed wires. I weaved and bobbed on the bed. His hands were gentle and yet forceful on my breasts, and my sex. I wiggled. He broke the kiss.

“You can’t wait anymore.” He told me.

“Can you?” I panted.

“I never have to,” He bragged. He rose up and slipped his hands into my panties. They slipped down my legs way too fast. He wasn’t rushing. My knees came together hard. He just laid a hand on my knee, stroking his own dick back to readiness, while circling around.

“Move up towards her head,” He said to Tiffany and I locked up longer. I closed my eyes lightly and slipped my ankles apart before laying my knees down on the bed. I opened my eyes. Matthew was between my legs, his fingers walking up and down my lips and his cock. I took a panicked breath and then a deep breath. It hardly helped. He was hard against me. I looked to Tiffany, to the camera. Everything was taking too long and I still couldn’t keep up. I was caught. Matthew’s cock rubbed from my clit to my opening. I started to speak and tightened my shoulders. I could handle this. I could do this. I couldn’t. I—

“I’m sorry, Tiff, I mean, I just,” I tried but Matthew reached down and turned my whole head by my chin. I looked into his candlelit eyes. He shushed me. “Tiffany, make sure you capture her face.”

Her smartphone turned to me and I flashed it a worried look but Matthew made me look at him. I closed my eyes but he pushed down on my chin until I opened them. I wanted to scramble away before he could ask, “Are you excited?”

“I am,” Tiffany burbled.

“Yes,” I lied. There was a cock invading me. Tight was good right? He was having a hell of a time. He pulled his hips back and drove in too hard. He was supposed to stay sweet and measured. The world broke. I broke. I saw Matthew’s face light up. I howled. I heard it could hurt but this was agony.

Courtney King — Monday, June 29th, 2015

“Fu-uck!” I moaned as soon as I was deep enough into the line that my voice wouldn’t carry out to the restaurant.

“Yeah, waitressing, it’s great,” Zina smiled at me with an eye roll as she carried three plates out the front. Bitch, I’m glad no one told her what the silver bracelet she was wearing was going to do. I hoped to be there when Matthew sodomized her. She was really nice, I’m glad I worked with great people.

“What are you chuckling about?” Eden sneered at me from the toaster.

“Bad sex,” I forced a grin and hollered back to Franklin, “Table 12?”

“A few more minutes, sugar,” He called back. The best of people. Hell, even the slut in the dish pit was good people.

“Hey, when’s Matthew coming home?” I asked Eden and her neutral expression turned dark.

“Look, I’m not his goddamned babysitter,” She scowled grabbing the board knife for the bread.

“Oh, that’d be a hot little role play,” I chirped and she huffed. She dropped the cut toast on either side of a stack of waffles. I almost had something else to say before she stormed off the edge. I looked around there was no one left to harass. I rallied my smile and went out front to check in on my tables.

We weren’t full up but it was go, go, go. By the time I topped off the drinks at 11 and ran the check to 10, 12’s food was up. Melody had my old job, until the swelling in her tongue finally abated, she’d be busing tables and doing a nonverbal meet and greet. God, it actually looked like her smile was genuine. What a cunt.

“Enjoy,” I could feel the muscles in my face atrophying into a permanent grin. I received a sneer from the pretty regular who under tipped. She was fairly tan with jet black hair streaked with red and blue. She never smiled, just chewed forcefully on her French fries one at a time.

“Bring the pot of coffee, girl,” Her companion, as always, was a dick. He was in his mid-forties and she was encroaching on 30. He was used to getting what he wanted without much of a cost, I’d wager. I fantasized about stealing his bitch for Matthew, but then I’d have the bitch around. Fucked if you do, fucked if you don’t.

I cheerfully filled his cup and hurried back into the line for a quick breath and a sip of lemon water. I wanted a cigarette. I fantasized about throwing down an old woman on the way to work and sucking the pale blue smoke from her age rotted face. My teeth were on edge. Keep busy, Mrs Flynn had suggested. Wasn’t working. There was only one thing that kept me from amassing a pile of skulls.

“Hey Zina,” I sidled up to her.

“Hey kiddo,” She said. Zina was the eldest waitress working here. She was thirty six. Even in the kitchen there weren’t many people too far out of college, just Franklin and Matthew, “You seem to be handling this worse than I expected you to.”

“What?” I recoiled.

“Well, you seem like you’re going to blow any moment,” She shrugged, “You OK? Need a breather?”

“No, I’m fine, do your own work.” I harrumphed.

“Will do,” She smiled easily, “You might want to see if you can smuggle yourself away for a cigarette.”

“Yeah, as if I could,” I mumbled.

“Are you quitting?” She beamed. She put down the pop glasses she was filling and pulled me into a hug, “Good girl.”

“Thanks, I’ll be sure to wag my tail,” I grumbled into her shoulder. I had to push her back but she just grinned. It helped to imagine her hair yanking back as her face turned red while a cock speared her asshole. It helped.

“It gets easier,” She told, “Never really gets easy though.”

“Yeah... Thanks...” I pushed around her and she tutted to herself. I strode, eager to be off the line and doing something. I could feel my whole skin tingling. I felt like a compressed spring. Eden nearly barreled into me coming round the dish room entrance.

“Watch it, Courtney,” Eden grumbled as she pushed my shoulder to pivot me out of her pathway. I could hear my teeth grinding.

“Do not put your hands on me,” I hissed out.

“Lay off,” Eden growled, “Try to enjoy it. Until Matthew gets back at least.”

“I wish he’d come home,” I huffed. Eden glared at me as I took the corner. I looked out to the dining room and realized I had to pull my shit back under control. It was getting harder every minute. I thumbed my eyes, assuring myself they were dry and checked myself in the muddled reflection of the ice machine. I kicked it. My toes screamed in my sneakers. It almost felt better.

“Courtney,” I stiffened and turned to see Mrs Flynn sitting in her office, door wide open to witness my tantrum, “You’re needed out there right now?”

“No, I can handle a couple of minutes,” I frowned, “At most.”

“Good, shut the door and sit down.” She turned back to her ledger book as I walked into her office and closed the door softly behind me. Whatever energy had ratcheted me up had bled out when I flumped down in the chair across from her.

“You been talking to Matthew?”

“No, Gwen though,” I replied, “It’s like he doesn’t check his phone.”

“We’ll get on him when he gets back,” She sighed and closed the book. I kept the snarky reply to myself but she saw it in my smirk.

“What dress size are you?”

“Eh?” I fuzzied for a second, “Zero.”

She looked me up and down and tutted, “Bra size?”

“Are you allowed to ask me these things?” I asked. Where was my courage? Hell, if I had some nicotine I probably would have taken off my bra and shoved the tag in her face.

“Is Matthew allowed to own us?” Mrs Flynn drummed her fingers on the desktop, “Whatever, I’m taking you to get measured after work.”

“Uh, for what?”

“When Matthew gets back. The best of us should stand out,” She explained.

“What makes you think he’s ever coming back?” I scoffed. I was really worried about that possibility. From the look in Deborah’s eyes, she knew I felt that way.

“It’s simple,” Her calm helped me a little. Her answer didn’t, “Eden.”