The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Lost Toys

Chapter 8 — Served Hot

“Baby girl!” My dad pulled me into the house with his hug. Used to the onslaught, I avoided stubbing my toes on the step, “You look wonderful!”

“Thanks, dad,” I smiled and brushed a braid back over my ear, “You’re looking like you always do.”

He laughed loudly. He was dressed like he wasn’t used to being formal. He was wearing a slightly misfit brown suit with a purple tie over a dark shirt. His puffy white hair framed his big ears and too wide smile. He had put on nice shoes, black leather dockers; I gathered mom had hid his work boots.

I was dressed for the occasion. I was wearing a dress, blue with a much higher neckline than I’d wear anywhere else. The skirt was also closer to the knee than the crotch. It was a lovely dress though and the weather was great for it. I was in my favorite heels. I had a heavy jade earrings on and three different necklaces laying over the top of the dress. Dad immediately spied the new bracelet on my otherwise bare wrists.

“Is mom ready?” I asked before he opened his mouth.

“She’ll be a few minutes yet,” He rolled his eyes, “After all it’s only a half hour beyond when you said you’d be here.”

He wasn’t ribbing me. We had a standing rule to tell mom a half hour early so we’d only be fashionably late.

“That’s new, yeah?” He asked pointing to the gold braided chain.

“Yeah, a gift,” I explained.

“Oh, is he cute?” Dad laughed.

“Cute’s the right word,” I smiled, “We’re going to the theatre tomorrow.”

“Oh, what movie’s playing?” Dad asked and I laughed at him and Matthew.

“Honey, are you ready? Eden could be here any minute!” My mother called out in a preemptive defensive strike.

“I’m already out in the kitchen with dad!” I called back.

“I’m coming!” Mom hurried out in a mad waddle. I got my height and my shape more from my father obviously. Dad had a perpetual grin. Mom had a resting bitch face. My parents looked like an old black married version of Riddler and The Penguin.

“Eden’s met a cute boy,” Dad announced to Mom. Fuck. It was one thing for dad to needle. Mom...

“What’s his name?” She leered from under too much eye shadow.

“Matthew,” I answered with a smile, “C’mon, today’s about you two. Twenty eight years! That’s crazy!”

“We are crazy,” Dad beamed.

“And his last name?” Of course.

“Reid,” I said as dad threw me the keys to the Subaru, “I’ve booked brunch at Le Chateau Vert. They do an incredible spread. You’ll love it.”

“Well less talking more driving,” Dad pushed me towards the door and looked back to mom, “The sooner we eat the sooner we can ditch the kid and go sailing.”

“Matthew Reid,” My mother mumbled, “Where’d you meet him?”

“At the restaurant,” I admitted as we crossed the driveway to dad’s Subaru. Mom got in shotgun, despite dad’s height and legs. I climbed in the driver seat.

“What do you know about him?” Mom asked as she buckled her belt and I tried not to grind my teeth as I buckled mine.

“I’ve known Matthew for three years,” I tried to fight her suspicions, “He’s kind and thoughtful and he thinks he’s really funny.”

“All men think they’re funny,” Mom commented.

“I don’t!” Dad volunteered a light punch to my shoulder as we headed out to the street.

“I’m sorry, dear,” Mom seemed miffed for Dad’s interruption but we all knew better. This impervious bitchiness is what all of my ex-boyfriends had been afraid of when they met my parents. It was mostly bluster, “All men know they’re funny.”

“Much better,” Dad grinned.

“Now, I need to know about Matthew,” She said, at least this topic would prevent her from

commenting all over my driving, “Where does he go to church?”

Oh, this is going to be a fun morning. I falsified my smile. Just 10 minutes to the restaurant. 5 to get a table. 20 to get served. Eat fast and hug them goodbye. Eat fast and hug them goodbye. Eat fast and hug them goodbye.

“Goodbye, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I waved to Deborah as I walked passed the office. I had just finished a rather crazy shift and was getting out just twenty minutes after my scheduled time.

“Have a good day,” She replied without looking up from her computer.

I walked out through the restaurant to the front doors. Sylvie and Melody had the floor with Kelly rushing from table to table making sure they were fully bused. I smiled, happy to be dressed in something other than our dismal blue uniforms. I said hello to a couple of regulars as they were coming up to the door. I had a short walk to the south end to get home. I was looking forward to lazing around maybe finally watching the third season of Orange is The New Black. I figured it’d be twenty minutes alone at home before I found a friend to be somewhere else with.

I figured I’d go out tonight. It was wrong to say I was jealous of Eden going out with Matthew tomorrow. I was envious as hell. If Matthew had asked me I’d have said yes. If Eden had asked me I’d have said yes. I’m not gay. I know Eden’s objectively hot but she doesn’t set me off in any way. I just wanted to do something. I had tried a couple of times, just going out with some girlfriends and meeting guys but I’d chickened out going home with any of them over and over again. The couple of times over the last few months I did give out my number, but didn’t at least make out with the guy, had left my phone silent.

It wasn’t important. There were other things I could do. I wanted a pair of running shoes. I don’t run, but if I did, I’d look fantastic. I had the cutest little shorts. I had owned sixteen pairs of sneakers but then had seen a really nice pair online. I had ordered them. I broke them in. They now felt perfect on my feet. I knew it was time for a new pair. A trip to the mall would let me window shop and try on a bunch but a seat at my laptop would get me something a bit more interesting and cool. Oh jeez, I really needed to pay my credit card bill.

“Gwen! Wait a second!” I jumped as I was pulled from my reverie. I turned at Matthew’s voice. He was getting out of a sleek grey car. There was a woman driving and a bunch of women in the back. A brunette was getting out with him. I guess he was starting work at two. He started running up to me. He turned, the brunette was moving to get into the front seat. “Dawn! Come here and tell Carmen to wait for you. Grab my book.”

“That your harem?” I laughed at him as he approached.

“No harem would be complete without you in it,” He smiled nervously. I blushed.

“I am not touching that,” I smiled, “Eden would cut a bitch.”

“Yeah, we’re going out tomorrow,” He grinned. I cooled down a little, “I just need someone for an experiment and you’re perfect.”

“What kind of experiment?” I asked as the brunette caught up with us. The car rolled up alongside us. I could see that the three girls inside were gorgeous and the brunette was pretty cute too.

“It’s harmless,” Matthew assured me. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a thin felt box. He opened it and there were beautiful bracelets in there, “Pick one and put it on.”

“Jesus Matthew!” I pulled out a gold tennis bracelet with twenty little diamonds on it, “How much did these cost you?”

“Nothing,” He shook his head, “It’s not important. Now please wear it.”

“Alright,” I looked at Dawn and she appeared mildly impatient. I affixed the bracelet on my left wrist thinking: I’m going to hate him when he asks for this back.

Matthew handed the felt box to Dawn and took the green book. Catholic Book of Worship IV was declared on the cover. I flinched. He opened to one of several dogeared pages.

“You’re not going to sing at me?” I tried to tease.

“No, just making sure I get the terms right.” He nudged Dawn and she followed his finger over the page, “So would you say Gwen is Aware.”

“Will you please call me Gwendolyn?” I asked with a smile.

“Of course,” He smiled back, “Is Gwendolyn Aware?”

“Aware of what?” I asked.

“No, but she’s definitely Primed,” Dawn pointed a bit higher up the page.

“Alright,” He looked up and down the street, “Gwen hop on one foot until I say stop.”

“This is a weird experiment,” I kicked up my right foot and started bouncing on my left.

“OK, stop,” He scratched his head, “Now why did you do that?”

“Just helping out a strange friend,” I laughed.

“Dawn, are you sure?”

“You want to tell me what’s this for?” I looked to Matthew.

“Not especially,” He shook his head.

“Yes,” Dawn rolled her eyes, “She’s Primed.”

“OK,” He looked at me, “You’re going to do anything I say.”

“Of course,” I smirked and giggled. “Your wish is my command.”

“Um...” He looked to Dawn and to me. This was such a weird moment. Matthew was looking good though.

“You shaved off the beard,” I reached up and rubbed his jaw line. “I like it, but I think you should have checked with Eden first. She likes lumberjacks.”

“You’re killing me, Gwen,” He sighed and saw my eyes, “Gwendolyn.”

“Well, I have to have my fun somewhere,” I explained with a smile. I reached a hand out to Dawn, “Matthew’s busy being rude. I’m Gwendolyn. I work with Matthew.”

“I’m Dawn,” She shook my hand with a pinchy grip, “I just met Matthew yesterday.”

“Oh, alright,” I looked to Matthew as he stared intently at the page of his church book. He looked up to me and closed it hard on his finger. I smiled as he winced.

“Tell me something that you’d be too embarrassed to tell me about,” He tried, looking smug.

“Well my sex life is none of your business,” I explained with an eye roll.

“Cool! There’s somewhere we can start,” He said with a slump of relief, “Tell me when you had sex last.”

“It’s been a couple of months. I’ve been thinking of trying eHarmony or something,” I looked away toed the sidewalk. I felt my cheeks get hot.

“You might not have to,” He murmured and I raised an eyebrow. I hadn’t planned to tell him that but I wasn’t really keeping that close to the vest. He looked me in the eye and said, “What’s your favorite sex act or position?”

“Having my face slapped,” I locked closed my jaw and wanted to run. He reached for my hand when I turned. I stayed.

“OK, I think I believe it now,” Matthew said. He brushed Dawn’s hair and she looked from me to him, “So how do we change one person from being Primed to Aware?”

“You can’t figure that out? Are you asking me how? Really?” Dawn raised an eyebrow, “Just like this. Gwen. You’ve been owned since you put on that bracelet. Matthew owns you. You’re Matthew’s sex slave now.”

I felt my eyes go wide and my jaw hang open. I was a slave! Oh my God! I looked down at my bracelet. I wasn’t going to give it back at least. Or had I really ever had it? Matthew owned everything.

“No! No, no, no, no. Gwendolyn deserves better,” He declared. He passed the book back to Dawn. “Put that in my room. I need the stuff from Sara’s too.”

He dug his keys from his pocket. She took them. She turned to leave but he grabbed her elbow, “Give me the bracelets.”

She handed Matthew back the felt box and walked to the car. She reached in to the glove box and returned. Matthew and I both watched in silence. Dawn handed him a rigid silver bracelet. It was too inflexible, too circular, to fit into the felt box. He took the box and the loose bracelet and waved goodbye. He turned to me. He took my hands in both of his. I was still a bit lightheaded. He waited until I looked him in the eye.

“Gwendolyn, you’re beautiful and you’re kind. I need you to do this for me.” He smiled and then pulled me in for a little kiss. Just a little peck. Then he gave me a big kiss. I was pulled flush against him and he slowly toned it down. I felt immeasurably better. Especially, now that grey car and those whores long gone.

“Oh wow,” I looked away from him for just a moment, “What now?”

“I need you to get Deborah to wear one of these bracelets.”

“Ms Flynn too! Really!”

“Yeah, I need her help and this is the only way I can control it and afford it,” He said sheepishly, “And you know what Deborah looks like.”

“OK,” I walked alongside him back the quarter of a block to the restaurant. Part of me was ecstatic. I was pretty enough for his harem. That little redhead in the back of the car was adorable and that Latina driving should have been a porn star. I was good enough. I knew I was pretty, tips and attention and working at Flynn’s seemed to require a certain look. I just never saw myself as gorgeous as those girls with Matthew. Maybe I was prettier than Dawn but she was still high school cute. Matthew turned when we reached the awning in front of the restaurant.

“So, um, don’t tell anybody about what’s going on unless they’re part of the team,” He looked embarrassed. I gave a lopsided confirmational grin. We walked inside.

“I thought you had made it out,” Sylvie laughed at me and Matthew scoped her out. She just walked across us and into the line. Matthew wasn’t a lech at work. He respected us and made us feel safe to be working with him. He seemed like a cat in a box full of mice.

“I just have a little bit of business with Ms Flynn,” I explained to the back of Sylvie’s head. I gathered my courage and walked ahead of Matthew to the office.

“Good luck,” he whispered to me. He passed a braided gold chain into my hand. I put on an awkward smile, “I’ll be in the staff room when she’s wearing it.”

“Ms Flynn,” I ducked my head in.

“Oh, Gwendolyn, what do you need?” She was going through her receipt book. I closed the door over behind me.

“Something weird happened to me and I kind of wanted your advice,” I paraphrased my encounter.

“Oh, what’s up?” She closed the book over and I walked up to the desk. I spilled the bracelet onto the desk and she looked at it cross-eyed.

“It’s really hard to explain, can you just try this on?” Ms Flynn was sitting back in the moth eaten office chair behind the cluttered particleboard desk. Most women would kill to age as gracefully as Deborah. She was a little shorter than me, but we were both of a medium height. She had her lush brown hair in a shoulder length pony tail. Her fringe bangs fell beautifully to show off her pale blue eyes. She had just a tinge of laugh lines at her eyes and lips. Her mouth was made for a beautiful smile but I’m sure Matthew was all primed to figure out uses for her pink lips. She dressed nicely. A white ribbed shirt and a knee length dark skirt. She liked those dark pantyhose; I preferred to keep my legs bare out front. They brought in good money. She didn’t wear jewelry, just a gold pip in either earlobe. I couldn’t imagine her picking up the bracelet Matthew gave me.

“Oh, did you find this on your way out? Maybe a customer dropped it.” She dangled it between her fingers. She should go for a manicure. Not that it’d last very long at the restaurant.

“Probably not,” I could feel my hands getting clammy and I wanted to bolt. My stomach roiled into knots. Deborah laid the chain over her wrist.

“You know this is just the kind of thing I wear away from work,” She looked up at me with a smile, “Oh, I see you found one for yourself. That is beautiful. What happened did a pirate ship crash outside and spill out it’s booty?”

“Um, not quite,” I rolled my wrist in front of our eyes. Deborah looked up at me, still a bit confused by this exchange. She picked up the bracelet and slid her wrist through it. I guess this is what Dawn felt when I put on the tennis bracelet. There was something clearly different in Deborah now. Matthew had her and she didn’t know it yet, “OK, just wait here. I’ll be right back.”

“Are you feeling alright, Gwendolyn?” She asked.

“Surprisingly good,” I answered before heading out the door. The new guy was trundling by with a tub full of silverware. He looked frazzled; I bet he couldn’t wait for Matthew to start his shift. I checked the clock as I followed behind him to the back. Just three minutes for Matthew to clock in. I made certain to hurry.

“Matthew, we’re ready for you,” I ducked my head in the staffroom and startled Kelly who Matthew was laughing with. I breathed a sigh of relief to see she was bracelet free. That would have been crazy. The little redhead was adorable but that’s a felony.

“Perfect,” He was dressed in his kitchen ready rags and followed behind me to the office. He closed the door behind him on me and Ms Flynn.

“Alright, so what are you two up to?” She asked with a cup of coffee she hadn’t had before in her hands. Even in two minutes she couldn’t just wait for me here.

“I wanted to talk to you about that catering business you were planning a few years ago.” Matthew said. He then looked at me, “She’s wearing the bracelet did you tell her why yet?”

Deborah looked down at her wrist, “Not content with just Eden? I didn’t think you were the plays with fire type.”

“I think that answers your question,” I gave a crooked smile.

“And, I put together a lot for that idea but I never had to follow through because I got control of the restaurant. I still have my notes and stuff if you want to get together and have a look. I think it would be an excellent project for you Matthew. I’d be honored to help you out. As much as I love having you here, you’re meant for better things that peeling potatoes and washing teacups. Let’s just pick a time when you’re not supposed to be clocked in,” She made sure we all looked up at the clock on the wall.

“Deborah,” He said with a deep nervous breath, “That bracelet on your wrist, and on Gwen’s too... They’re mine. They’re my symbol.”

“Are they now?” She raised her eyebrow. I wondered how much effort she put to keep them looking so good.

“Yeah, my girls wear my symbol and I get to own them,” Every word came out of his mouth with less momentum than the last. Deborah waited patiently to the end of his sentence. She looked at me. She essed her wrist over the desktop and the metal scratch filled the room.

“Well holy shit!” She exclaimed. She was way cooler headed about this than either Matthew or me.

“Oh thank Christ,” Matthew slumped and hyperventilated. He tossed the felt box, still open, and the silver bracelet on the desk. The fourth bracelet fell out and the box teetered over the far end, “You really belong to me?”

“Yeah, I do,” Deborah looked at me with a bit of hurt.

“He told me to,” I defended.

“I know he did, sweetie,” She answered with pity.

“So, I’d like to put together that catering business,” He scratched his head and wouldn’t look at either of us, “I mean, I’ve come into some... well women, to be honest, and I need to make sure we’re all supported.”

“It’s a good plan,” Deborah leaned back, “And I suspect you’re going to be using my plans to carry it out.”

“You’re great at this,” He waved around gesturing to the whole restaurant, “I trust you.”

“Good,” Deborah stood up, “Gwendolyn, can you clock in as a supervisor and cover us? Matthew and I are going to get the stuff he needs.”

“Yeah,” Matthew agreed, “Can we just tell the staff you need help with an important errand and I’m along as muscle. I’m not ready to advertise all this yet.”

“Of course,” Deborah agreed, “Gwendolyn?”

“Oh, the supervisor thing? I can do that.”

“We’ll talk to Franklin and see about getting... the new kid some support. He needs a break. Probably Kelly if she has on those ugly sneakers of hers but maybe Zina because she’s got those old beaters in her cubby. Matthew, do you need anything first?”

“Um, no we can go,” He agreed meekly. A sex slave was dragging him around. I felt a bit more intimidated with this whole thing.

“The restaurant is in good hands,” I promised Ms Flynn.

“I know it is,” She smiled at me, “We’ll be back.”

“No wait,” Matthew grabbed her hand and Deborah erupted in a full scale blush, “We need a meetup place for after work. I want you all to get to know each other and we can make decisions from there.”

“My apartment’s fine,” Deborah cooled down and answered, “It’s on Hollis street over Battle Grounds coffee shop.”

“Yeah, I know where that is,” I explained.

“You have my number if there’s an emergency,” Deborah told me she looked to Matthew. “We should probably not hold hands on the way to my truck.”

“That’s fair,” He said, “Bye Gwen. Gwendolyn.”

“Bye,” I choked a little, “See you tonight.”

“You certain you’ll be fine, Franklin?” I asked knowing a negative answer wouldn’t stop me.

“We’ll be fine, though you’d be better off taking a waitress.”

“I’d have to pay and tip her for that,” I lied, “Take care. And if the new guy gets swamped get Kelly to help him.”

“That’ll make his night I’m sure,” Franklin sneered a little bit, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t break.”

“It’ll be fine,” I ignored the insinuation.

“Alright, we’re good to go,” Matthew stepped out of the office and into the kitchen. I resented the push at the small of my back but I let it slip off my shoulders.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t admit to!” Franklin called after us and I was glad no one was out back because I was blushing like first year of college. I turned to Matthew as the door closed behind us. I threw up my left hand and it’s newly adorned bracelet, “How the hell does this work?”

“I’m still learning,” Matthew admitted sheepishly. I tried not to roll my eyes.

“Right, so we want to head to my place then,” I sighed.

“Is it all there?”

“Yeah, the folders, the proposals, the lists, everything. There’s a second copy at our lawyers’,” I felt that push on the small of the back again and we moved towards my pickup truck.

“And can your place accommodate Gwen and a few others tonight?” He asked.

“I’ve got the spare bedroom and a decent sofa,” I unlocked the truck. He gentlemanly opened the driverside door for me and I climbed up.

He hurried around to the passenger seat, “This is a nice vehicle.”

“Thanks,” I really loved my truck. Like everything in my life, it was a bit too big for just me but I didn’t fucking care. It was fully loaded and sitting high and because I occasionally used it for work I managed to find tax breaks for half of its cost. It was my baby. “So we’ll do a big powwow tonight and figure out what we need and how I can help. Let’s do the little things first.”

“What little things?”

“You—” I made sure to look him up and down obviously, “You want to run a business. You need nicer clothes.”

“Oh,” He nodded, “Can you afford it?”

“Sure,” I figured he was going to use his power to fuck me and I was redirecting him to my pocketbook. I was relieved that I had just agreed to being his sugar momma easily. I’d have never of volunteered for a go with Matthew but I just wanted to feel something now, “You should probably get a haircut too.”

He grinned goofily as I combed a few fingers through his fluffy mess, “Good job on getting rid of the beard. You look cute without it.”

“Ugh, thanks,” He was a self satisfied wreck, “You always look great.”

“Good of you to notice,” I was just pulling out of the cloistered parking lot and onto the street.

“Yeah,” He slumped back in his chair and looked lazily out the window.

“Where do go for clothes?” I started purposefully towards the mall.

“Well, there’s really only an embarrassing answer to that,” He frowned, “My sisters usually cover me at Christmas. I haven’t really needed to look further.”

“Yeah, OK,” I turned onto Spring Garden towards Robie, “How about we start at the suit place by Wal-mart?”

It was where Everett used to get his clothes. He was a good dresser for a man with simple tastes. I figured Matthew would have similar propensities. He wasn’t quite six feet tall and wasn’t too big so they should be able to accommodate him.

“Yeah, let’s start there,” He nodded. We silently plodded through the light afternoon traffic for a few more blocks. He started fingering the handle over his window. We passed the hospital and slowed to a red light at the five way intersection. He had been taking peeks at me and not saying anything I was about to snap at him.

“Do you want to have sex?” He asked like those were the last words he’d ever speak. I wasn’t surprised he asked the wrong question.

“Not particularly,” I answered.

“Oh,” He muttered and the light turned and I started us through the turn onto Quinpool, “I want to have sex.”

Better.

“Your place? My place? You want to use a hotel room?” I prompted.

“What?” He startled.

“Where do you want to go for sex?” I asked and he didn’t quickly respond so I continued, “I assume you’d like to have sex with me. I could make a very quick turn left and be in the Atlantica in thirty seconds. We could wait until the store and I could give you a quickie in the change room. What’s the plan?”

“You just said you didn’t want to have sex.” He pointed out.

“You’re in charge now,” I retorted, “You’re going to have to make decisions and I’m going to have to abide by them. This pity fuck me routine’s going to work but you’ll like it more if you man up and grab the bitch by the ponytail.”

“Yeah? But I want you to want it,” He admitted.

“And sometimes I will,” I knew that for a fact, “And sometimes I won’t. You’re happy to wait?”

“I don’t have to wait with Sara,” He muttered an excuse.

“You don’t have to wait ever again,” I told him, “I’ll pull this over and mount you right there in your seat if you demand it of me.”

“Yeah, I know,” He scooted his butt back and sat up straighter, “We’ll hold off on that for now. You’ll suck me off in the change room and I’ll fuck you after the haircut?”

“Deal,” I said. I hadn’t sucked a dick in years. The handful of times I had had sex since the divorce were more about frenzy than function and the back half of my time with Everett had been frigid. I was running my tongue over the backs of my teeth and reminiscing.

“Thank you,” he said, “For being so... Ms Flynn about this.”

“Don’t you dare call me Ms Flynn when your dick’s in my mouth!” I growled flashing a look at him, “You are one of the few people who calls me Deborah. I like Deborah. It makes me feel like a person. Ms Flynn is for when I need to be a thing.”

“So, I can call you Ms Flynn when my dick’s in your ass?” He laughed lightly and I flinched. I softly pulled us out of the swerve without major damage or risk.

“You’re into anal sex?” I asked warily.

“I don’t know,” And I let out a soft breath, “I’ve never actually brought it up with someone before. Do you like it?”

“I’ve only tried it a handful of times,” I remembered, “With Everett. It was supposed to be symbolic, a virginity for our wedding night. Oh my God did it hurt! And it wasn’t any better the other times I let him talk me into it.”

“Yeah?” He tilted his head in thought. I lucked out with a green light at Connaught and turned right. “I’m probably still going to want to try it.”

“Have you seen Gwen’s butt?” I said trying to sound excited and helpful, “You don’t find too many of those firm bubble butts. She makes Eden envious.”

He was laughing until he snorted and then quickly started laughing again.

“So, do you want to talk about the catering business?” I asked.

“Well sort of,” He admitted, “I mean, I know I need a kitchen, a cook and a van.”

“I’m glad to see you thought about this in depth,” I felt no need to curb my sarcasm, “If you want a good cook you should remember Erica.”

“Holy shit!” He smiled, “Yeah! What happened to her?”

“She put in the time it took to get her red seal to the millisecond and then traded up to a three star restaurant soux chef position without a thank you or a word of warning,” I ground my teeth. That bitch had been one of the best cooks in my kitchen, plus she’d make Matthew a good slave. I hoped he was in to choking bitches. I grinned maniacally.

“Have you ever been with a woman? I mean fucked a girl,” He pondered and looked at me.

“I’ve made out with a girl and played with her tits. I never went all the way,” I told him. I had been imagining Matthew wrecking Erica and then coming to me. Now I was stuck between the pair of them. I have to admit I preferred my first fantasy.

“OK,” He said without illuminating. I imagined having to fuck Gwendolyn for Matthew’s entertainment. That sounded fun to be honest.

“You ever been with a man?” I smirked.

“No,” He answered without juvenile offense.

“You thinking about trying it? Now that you can do it without repercussion.” I waved my little bracelet.

“Not really,” He shrugged, “I’ve just... Part of me just can’t get my head around anyone not being attracted to women. It’s kind of stupid, I know. We wouldn’t have a human race if girls didn’t like boys. Yet, why would anyone choose a man over a woman? Do you know how hot women are? The idea of a guy is just so blah instead of woman.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I grinned as we reached the lights on Mumford Road, “There’s something quite enticing about a take charge guy. He has to really fucking own you though. Not putting up with your shit. He just makes his demands and gives you no chance of denying him.”

We were pulling into the parking lot behind the bus terminal. He was grinning. “Well I’ve got the perfect arrogant bitch to push around,” He brushed a few fingers through down my hair. I found us a spot, “Are you going to know your place or are you going to push back?”

“Oh, Matthew,” I smiled broadly at him, “You have no idea.”

He was smiling like a giddy idiot. I felt like I was falling love. I scooped up his arm and held him. He adored the attention. We crossed the street and went to the suit store; he opened the door like a gentleman and grabbed my ass like a bastard. I tried to give him a look but only grinned. I stopped right inside, “Are you still going with Eden tomorrow?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” He looked proud of himself.

“We should get you a nice shirt for that too,” I imagined him taking all of my girls and I loved it until I thought about it, “This way.”

We crossed the store and the only other person around, a cute blonde salesgirl, moved to intercept us just past the blue jeans. She was taller than me with fake tan. Her hair just too platinum blonde. She had an excellent figure in a loose burgundy blouse and black slacks. She tried a bit too hard for her look, no doubt in search of commission, but it still worked because she was working with a great starting point.

“Hi welcome to Slate’s,” She customer service smiled, “I’m Kendra. Can I help you find anything today?”

I watched Matthew drink her in. I’d never seen him that lecherous before. I guess having the power to have every woman really unleashes your inner pervert. She handled it with all the grace of an experienced salesperson.

Matthew slipped his hands in his pockets and remembered the bracelets were at the restaurant. He shrugged at me and smiled.

“My boyfriend needs something special,” I stepped up behind him and put a hand on either shoulder, “Nice shirts and slacks.”

“Something to bring out his eyes?” She asked me like he wasn’t there. He didn’t catch that.

“I was thinking something employable,” I laughed and Matthew blushed at that, “But let’s also do the eye thing.”

“Alright, follow me, I know just where to get you started,” If she was this friendly waiting tables I’d have been after her to take a job at the restaurant. She was cute too. I know I had held onto Everett’s looksist hiring policies, but the few times I’ve deviated the girls hadn’t lasted. I did need a few charismatic boys again.

Kendra was damned good at her job. Matthew was great at his. Kendra and I played dress up, hand hanging shirts in front of him and debating until he was red in the face. He thrived in our attention and tried to flirt with both of us. Kendra was clearly uninterested so I fielded her side of the mating ritual. Matthew couldn’t keep his hands off me.

Shirts were fun. No bland whites, everything much better quality than he was used to. His mind saw more than a few price tags and he frowned at the tally. I reached against his crotch, Kendra and I had excited him, I distracted him from the price and reminded him of our itinerary. I don’t think he wanted to wait for the change room when he grabbed my head. I was horrified, imagining him dragging me down to his crotch in the open store. He changed his mind and pulled me into a kiss. Kendra returned with another great shirt. I sent her off after she held it up between Matthew and the mirror.

“What do you think the girls will be wearing?” I asked him as Kendra was off to fetch us some ties, “When you get the catering business off the ground.”

“I want to keep it classy,” He responded defensively.

“Of course,” I smiled looking around his shoulder as I debated the forest green vs the olive. Professional was always the way to go, even with prostitutes.

“But I want them to look hot though.”

“Shouldn’t be too hard if you have Gwens to work with,” I smiled at his nervousness.

“Maybe like red shirt and black bottom? I’d prefer skirts,” He admitted.

“Mmm, that’d work great for Gwendolyn,” I agreed,.I was tight against his back and he was grinning at me in the mirror, “You would look great in red. Why haven’t I ever seen you in a red shirt?”

“I didn’t want to die on the away mission,” He joked. I smirked, getting the reference from years of saturation from Everett and Franklin.

“You’re absolutely right!” Kendra appeared with six ties draped over her left forearm, “Red would absolutely be his color.”

“Heard that did you?” Matthew grinned at her reflection.

“Just the important bits, Ensign,” She smiled. I was running my fingers down the ties. I grabbed the one nearest her elbow. I hung that and the latest black shirt in front of Matthew.

“I don’t like you in the black,” I decided.

“Luckily it all comes off,” He flirted getting a polite smirk out of Kendra. Wow, he was easy.

“We’re going to head over to the changeroom,” Matthew announced to the salesgirl.

“Of course,” She beamed, “Shall I get you a few red shirts?”

“Absolutely!” I agreed as Matthew gathered up the pile of shirts and we zigzagged to the back. He dumped his pile unceremoniously on the knee-high bench and grabbed me by the elbow and dragged me. The door clicked magnetically closed.

“Matthew! She’s on her way over!” I could tell by the look in his eyes as I draped the ties over his clothing.

“I mean this in the most sincere heartfelt way, Deborah,” His hands landed on my shoulders, “I’ll be quick.”

I knelt, hurried by the pressure. I reached for his jeans, faded and bleached by the years they had survived my dishroom. I dragged them down to his knees. I had to sit down on my heels. I pulled his cock from his boxer briefs. He was hard and ready.

I wanted to give Matthew the best blowjob of his life. Take my time exploring the cock that was wide enough around that the tip of my thumb just touched the tip of my index finger. I wrapped a second hand around his cock, rubbing and squeezing a short circuit against my teeth. I wanted to take my time, slowly wrap my lips around the ridge of his foreskin and push it back to reveal the livid head. He wasn’t giving me that luxury. He was robbing himself.

I groaned as my mouth was split around the impetus of his cock. He reached one hand under my left ear, dragging me downward along his dick. I brought my tongue up against the bottom of his cock. The taste of Matthew was unique, the feel of a cock in my mouth was familiar. I looked up to Matthew’s chaotic smile. I refused to close my eyes. I refused the familiar. I wanted Matthew’s uniqueness.

His hand at the base of my skull was my metronome. I squeezed my lips, swirled my tongue, pumped my fists. I kept pulling away my left hand. I felt the pressure on the back of my throat. I blinked away the tears. He would make me someday soon. Butterflies passed through my stomach. He would drive through my reflexes. My eyes fluttered as I erupted thick saliva over his dick. Warmth and eagerness bubbled up in me like a pot on a stove. I could only vocalize a scratchy gurk as he pushed against my esophagus. I let my teeth roll over the rippled bumps of his foreskin. I slid back watching his green eyes. I tingled each time I heard his maddened breath.

“Deborah,” He was folding over me now, “Keep your hand pumping. Faster.”

I did and he pulled my lips from his cock. Just two or three minutes was all I had given him, less than a quarter of what was needed for my proper best. I left my mouth open, my tongue lolled over my lower lip. He and my throat was still connected by a mess of spit. My left hand joined my right and I tugged and watched. Eye to eye. I croaked as I flinched.

I managed to close my eye in time as his heavy release washed against my face. I recognized the head of his cock resting against my upper lip as the last of his seed dribbled out over my mouth. He gave an excited wheeze and stepped back.

“Hand me my purse,” I asked waving my hand around where I remembered placing it. He stuffed himself away and zipped up first. We would need to get him new underwear and everything. I grabbed a tissue from my handbag and needed to grab a half dozen more. I sighed, rubbing out the dark patch that had formed over my breasts. Matthew was looking down at me with adoration. I had to smile.

“That was just the trailer,” I whispered reminding myself where we were, “I’ll show you a proper one later.”

“Deal,” He grinned.

“You have some shirts to try on,” I mussed up his hair and moved to step out. I half panicked to see Kendra a respectable distance away with a few red shirts over her arm. Dark reds, good for her.

“Oh, perfect,” I deflected, “He’s just about ready for those.”

“Um...” She murmured and looked over her shoulder to the front of the store. She pointed to the left side of her mouth. “You might want another tissue.”

“Oh, umm, heh,” I licked around my lips and squared my shoulders. What option did I have but to own it? She tilted her head and looked at the clothes in her hands.

“Have a good time?” She wouldn’t hand them over but she did wear a friendly smirk.

“A great time,” I felt like a teenager getting caught with my boyfriend in my bedroom, “I guess we should leave...”

“Well,” The salesgirl said, “If you were college kids I might ask it of you. But It’d be difficult to turn my back on that much commission.”

“Yeah,” I smirked there was a clear upsell in her voice. I liked her, “Perhaps you could get us some shoes?”

“Of course,” She grinned.