The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Phoebe Waterson — Saturday, June 20th, 2015

Sara’s little apartment was gross. The walls were a yellowed off-white. The hardwood floors were not smoothly connected. The kitchen counters were pockmarked and chipped. At least the bed was large enough for the three of us.

Carmen kissed the little blonde good-bye and waved to Dawn and I. Sara moved with purpose like she always did. Always had to be going. Never had the sense to take a breath. Dawn just looked at me nervously before following Sara to the bedside. Dawn wheeled our suitcases to the closet.

“What are we getting?” I asked waiting by the bags of the Things we had brought for my new Master, “What did you steal?”

“Just these,” Sara said draping her hoodie over her violin case.

“Matthew said there was a music box,” Dawn walked over and picked the red laquered box from next to the armchair. It was completely unwound. Dawn closed it with a snap.

“The music box is pretty,” Sara frowned at it.

“But it isn’t a Thing,” I finished.

“Well he wants it,” Dawn murmured defensively.

“Then he gets it,” Sara shrugged, “Let’s go over to his apartment now.”

The three of us collected our supplies. I carried a bunch of cleaning supplies in a laundry basket. Dawn dragged a rolling suitcase and carried a grocery bag full of Things. Sara cradled her violin and music box. We had difficulty with every door. We cut through the parking garage and rode up the other elevator to the seventeenth floor. Dawn had Matthew’s keys but the apartment was unlocked.

“Hello? Joe? Ryan?” Dawn announced us but the apartment was empty. She led us down to his bedroom. She seemed full of herself knowing how to navigate the three bedroom.

Matthew’s room had an odor. I doubted we had bought enough Febreze. Dawn divided up our tasks and we got to work. We all carried the laundry down to the laundry room and left Sara with it. Dawn and I cleaned the room and made note of new things Matthew needed. We washed the walls and did our best with the carpet.

Dawn and I unloaded the Things, after spraying down the desk, closet shelf and dresser top. Matthew had been sweet to us, putting the scarves in Ziploc bags. Those went in reach of his bed. I put the stand of Champagne flutes in the closet. She hung Sara’s hoodie from a hanger. I laid a teddy bear on the desk. She put the handgun in the bottom dresser drawer next to the cash. I dropped the hymnal on the desk. Dawn looked at me, smirking.

“Don’t you want to see what else he can do?” She said picking up the book.

“How?” I tolerated her for the moment.

“He showed me a few pages and—Motherfucker!” Her fingernails dug in, her knuckles went white and her cheeks grew red.

“I guess we’ll have to ask later,” I shrugged, “There’s a lot more work to do.”

I made the washroom spotless. Dawn cleaned the kitchen. We picked up the living room. Dawn was loathe to throw out things I recognized as garbage. When I moved to clean up the middle bedroom, Dawn grabbed my elbow.

“What are you doing!” She hissed. She had been reverently quiet since we had got there.

“Last two rooms to clean. You take that one.”

“They’re not Matthew’s rooms,” She barked.

“Alright, alright,” I pulled my elbow out from her grip. She looked frustrated as I flopped down on the couch.

“What’re you doing!” She barked again. Her sister started howling from the next apartment over. Bitches. It was a loud dog. They both shut up soon enough.

“Oh hey, did you—” Dawn turned and squeaked, “Hi, Ryan. I thought you were—”

“Not Matthew, Dawn,” Ryan walked in and swiveled headed until he saw me, “Hi, are you a friend of Dawn’s?”

“No.” Dawn glared at me.

“Oh well,” he shrugged with a laugh, “Why are you here?”

A phone chirped from Dawn’s front pants pocket. She scrambled to pull it out. I liked their couch, fluffy and yet leather. Ryan fell onto the cushion next to me. He seemed to keep his attention on Dawn but I arched my back like I was expected to while he surreptitiously checked me out, “Matthew’s phone?”

“He left it in the car,” Dawn looked wide eyed at the screen as she checked the message. She blushed and hurried it back into her jeans.

“You didn’t have to pick up while you waited for him,” Ryan said, “But I’m glad you did. Matthew probably won’t be back until after work.”

“OK,” Dawn sighed, “I guess the three of us will get out of your hair then.”

“Three of you? Jesus fucking Christ, Matty,” He beamed, “Where’s the third one? Carmen?”

“No, Carmen’s at work,” I replied.

“Fuck...” He whistled, “She as hot as you two?”

“Yes.”

“Meh,” I disagreed with Dawn.

“I like this one,” Ryan turned and put his hand on my thigh. I met his gaze. Did I have to entertain his friends? When He had given me away it was clear what I was being exchanged for. I decided to err safely.

“Maybe we should go?” Dawn fidgeted.

“This will only take a few minutes,” I shrugged, picking up Ryan’s fingers and lacing them with my own, “Besides then we’ll find out if we have to clean the last two rooms.”

“I’m going to help Sara with the laundry,” Dawn bolted. I let Ryan walk me to his room.

“Seriously? You’ll clean my room when we’re finished?” He led me into the middle room. It was considerably tidier than Matthew’s had been and the bed was sitting on unbroken rails. Still, there was a bit of clutter.

“I don’t like to leave a job unfinished,” I shrugged and he flashed a toothful grin. I knelt on the carpet and yanked open his belt.

“Now I’m seeing how Matthew suddenly got so suave,” He sneered. I shrugged as I tugged his jeans down with his boxers. Ryan grew ready in front of my eyes and I took him in my mouth. Move my throat. One two. Tilt my neck. One two. Roll my tongue. One two. Up and down. One two.

“God, you’re good at this,” He tangled up my hair and hurried me. Well, if he wanted the express job, it was less skin off my knees, “Get on the bed, I need to fuck you.”

“Alright,” I let go of his dick and felt the air pop as I unsealed my lips. He lifted me up by my elbows and tossed me backwards onto his bed. He grabbed a box of condoms from his desk as I pulled down my shorts.

“No panties?” He grinned as he rolled the latex down his dick.

“Yes,” I agreed. He furrowed his brow and then laughed. I kicked my knees further open and he climbed on top of me. He rolled my shirt up over my tits. He didn’t try to kiss me and I made no move for him. I let my head lag to the side as I rolled my hips up to meet his entry. I breathed deeply. Clench, rise up, unclench, pull back. His harder tummy slapped against my clit. I didn’t have to rub myself on the rim of a table like I had with Matthew.

“Oh, thank you,” I murmured as he gathered speed. Little shocks diffused under my skin. My breaths seemed tighter and smaller. My head swam a little.

“You’re incredible,” Ryan huffed, he was maintaining a steady slightly fast pace, “You act like a dead fish and fuck like a whore.”

“I’m not charging you,” I corrected him as I felt the my forehead and toes stiffen up, “Oh, thank you.”

“God, you’re easy,” He laughed celebratorily, “C’mon, I know just the way to finish.”

He dragged me by my knees off of the bed. I slipped down into the carpet, grabbing his cock under the condom he was ripping off. I put the head in my mouth. Hum, roll tongue, pump wrist, look upward. He put a hand on either side of my head and rushed short strokes rubbing the bump of his foreskin against my lips. I collected the little bit of weeping precum with the tip of my tongue. He grabbed my hand with his and pulled me back by the hair at the top of my skull. I had my lips wide and open when the glob of cum collided like a fist to my nose. I was splashed all over. I had been trained not to flinch and my right eye burned a little. I licked what I could around my lips and stood up as

“What was your name again? Sara?”

“It’s Phoebe,” I replied and rolled my spattered shirt back down over my tits.

I left his room in the direction of the bathroom. Sara and Dawn were in Matthew’s putting folded clothes into the dresser. I popped my head in and caught the semen that sloughed over my chin before it got into the carpet.

“When you’re done here, we should clean Ryan’s room as well,” Both girls had tomato red faces. Only Dawn was embarrassed at all.

Hillary Dodds — Saturday, June 20th, 2015

“I’m going to run out and grab some dinner,” my boss, Zane, rushed by me as I showed up fifteen minutes before my shift. I had just wanted to drop off my bag and purse behind the counter before running across the street for a coffee. Now, I was effectively clocked in for a shift, “Watch the counter.”

The Portal was a comic shop. It was more of a hobby and game store. There were racks of comics on the east wall and two tables of boxes full of famous issues bagged and boarded. That was only about a fifth of the store. The other walls and aisles were loaded with board games, toys, dolls and figurines. Behind the counter we kept all forms of collectible cards. None of this included the finished basement underneath my feet with rows of tables where Magic: The Gathering, Dungeons and Dragons and Yu Gi Oh players gathered.

I walked around the glass display counter where we kept the booster packs and singles’ binders. I took an overpriced can of Monster and sat it next to the register. The perfect pick-me-up excluding an actually well brewed espresso from the pub across the street or a well timed slap in the face. I wasn’t going to get paid for these additional fifteen minutes so for the third time in four years I didn’t drop my money in the register.

It was early afternoon on a Friday. The store was pretty empty but for Lara, Victor and trio of middle school kids arguing about comics they were not likely to purchase. I can see why Zane had ditched so readily. Lara was slutting up against Victor. Good, that meant Paul had finally dumped her and now she was looking for another cock she could suck for rent. Victor ignored her shredded t-shirt and cut offs as easily as she ignored his wedding band. I yawned and cracked open my Monster. I think the store was shocked to know I had arrived.

I dragged my sketchpad out from under the register. I liked this job. I liked this community. Gamers can be petty and salty but they’re a tightly knit group with passion. Passion about trivial bullshit is still passion; it’s what I love about life. I never felt invisible. I was a great looking brunette and I was surrounded by geeks. There were the socially anxious nerds, those that had trouble talking to me or looking me in the eye. There were alpha male nerds, those that felt so arrogant and full of themselves that they had to be dissuaded loudly and publicly to stop hitting on me. But for the most part, most of the nerds were just guys. I liked the occasional flirting and the festering crushes that came from providing customer service to familiar faces. The community was well aware of me and who I am. My Donnie was well known and prevalent so I avoided a lot of the bad attention and I just made friends. I took my first sip of my Monster. Victor had turned at me opening the can and was coming over to insulate himself from Lara.

“Hey Hills,” He greeted me as Lara slid around on his left.

“Yeah, hey,” She said in her “you can’t do much for me” level of civility.

“How are you guys doing?” I smiled at both, “How’s Crystal?”

Lara flinched but Victor grew less obviously rigid.

“She’s doing great,” He said, “Going batshit with Becky over the wedding.”

“I don’t know Becky,” I answered.

“Malcolm’s girl,” Victor was a hand talker. It forced Lara to edge back a bit.

“Right,” I nodded. Malcolm wasn’t a cards guy so I didn’t see him every week. He hung around with Victor, Matthew and Craps, if I recalled correctly.

“Anyway, I’d had enough of fluttering women so I came here to the land of unwashed nerds,” He tilted his head at Lara, “Didn’t work like I’d hoped.”

“Well, it’s three to three for girls in here at the moment,” I pointed out, “Most would say that’s a better ratio than usual.”

“I’m sure it’s better for someone,” Victor shrugged. “But more importantly, I need Watery Graves.”

“There were two Gatecrash yesterday,” I squatted to grab the skinny green binder with the right label, “But we don’t keep shocks for very long.”

“Well, I need four so, there’s that,” Victor shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure you can get a lend of someone’s,” I suggested as I dropped the binder on the table and flipped to the back where we kept the lands. I slipped the Watery Graves from their pocket. Three cards that turned out to be just one Grave backed by opposite facing Blood Crypts.

“Well, I’ll take it,” He sighed.

“Star City says its $11.20,” Lara said showing her phone screen. We were all duly impressed by her ability to work a search engine.

“$14.00,” I ignored her and told Victor.

“Yeah, and use the last buck to give me a can of Pepsi,” He dragged three crumpled fives from his pocket. I exchanged the money for goods or services, “Hey, thanks.”

“No worries,” I smiled, “Anything else you need?”

“Nah,” He gave a little half wave and said in his most put upon yawn, “I’m going to go fuck the wife.”

“Don’t hurt yourself.”

“That’d be a first,” He then flashed a bright white smile in need of orthodontia and turned for the door.

“Fuck,” Lara bemoaned and leaned forward on the counter. She idly started flipping through binder.

“No luck then?” I asked. Lara was a parasite but she was nice enough to look at.

“Nah,” She shook her head, “I mean, I figured I’d have better luck with someone who’s had a fuck than Joseph downstairs. You know?”

“No,” I refused.

“Yeah, whatever,” She yawned and stretched for the teens by the Spider-man comics, “I’m going downstairs.”

“Have at ’er,” I told her with genuine disinterest. The next few minutes were relatively boring. I got a hi from Scott and Paul as they cut straight through the store and went downstairs. The kids left and I was wandering over to the racks to make sure no stock was missing. We didn’t have much trouble with shoplifters. Zane still liked me to treat every teenager as a criminal. The bell at the door tinkled again.

I hadn’t seen her before, a good looking fortyish woman with dark hair and prettily dressed. Her top was a white ribbed sleeveless sweater but it formed around her body pretty nicely. She was wearing a knee length black skirt, dark hose and black sneakers. Her hair looked like it had gone through a bit of hassle this morning. She didn’t look like she belonged here. Probably a mother picking something up for her kid’s grading day or birthday. I put on my smile and walked towards the counter. It was easy to catch her eye.

“Hi, welcome to The Portal,” I smiled.

“Oh, hi, thanks,” She crossed the display room with her head on a swivel.

“Not your usual hangout is it?” I asked and she gave me a half smirk yes, “Need any help, what are you looking for?”

“Thanks, that would actually be great,” She sighed, “I’ve got—” She looked like she was struggling for the right word, “—a new boyfriend and he’s kind of a huge nerd and I wanted to surprise him with something he’ll like.”

“Yeah, well we probably have you covered,” I smiled and took another quick sip of my sugar and caffeine, “Do you have any idea what he likes?”

“Superman,” She said pretty confidently. Then she looked to the door and fingered a bracelet on her wrist, “Not much more than that.”

“He’s a nerd in Halifax? I might know him and be able to give you a bit of insight,” I walked up next to her and caught the smell of exertion and sex. I smiled. She must have been wanting for sometime and this nerd had just blown her mind and other various bits. I really needed to know now.

“I guess,” She vacillated, “His name’s Matty, uh, Matthew Reid.”

“Oh! So you’re Carmen!” I grinned and smiled, “A couple of my friends met you at his place a few days ago. They said you were hot; I just thought they meant hot for Matthew.”

She laughed at that. “Um, yeah, actually I’m not Carmen.”

“Oh,” I went white faced, “Did I just fuck things up?”

“No, Carmen’s the girl who—” Again I watched her face struggle with the next words, “—gave him the confidence boost he needed to ask me out. I’m Deborah.”

“Hi, Deborah,” I took her hand and smiled, “I’m Hillary.”

“So, you think you can help me out with Matthew?”

“Yeah, skip the comics,” I told her, “Matthew’s more interested in these.” I led her over to the board game wall.

“Uh, bored games?” She was really new to dating nerds it seemed.

“Yeah, if you don’t like them you’re playing the wrong games or with the wrong players,” I assured her, “Have Matthew take you to the Board Room on one of your dates. He’ll set you straight. But he’s been building credit up to get this,” I picked up the Game of Thrones board game off the shelf, “I haven’t played it, but I know he wants it.”

“Seventy dollars?” She looked at it, “He’s worth it but that seems a lot for some cardboard and paint.”

“And you’re absolutely correct,” I assured her, “But it’s the price we’re asked to sell it as.”

“And you’re sure he’ll like this?” She seemed nervous. That was cute. I’d known Matthew for almost seven years now. A woman nervous over him was the peak of opposite day celebration.

“Yeah, he’ll love it,” I promised her.

“Visa’s good here?”

“Yeah,” I told her, “We’d go out of business if we didn’t let geeks spend money they didn’t have.”

“Thanks,” She said as we walked over to the cash register.

“Do you mind me asking how you know Matthew?” I said as I scanned the bar code and typed the price into the credit card machine.

“Oh, he works for me at the restaurant.” She answered as the receipt printed.

“Wow!” I rolled back on my heels, “He asked his boss out? Ballsy.”

“A side of him I hadn’t seen before,” She smiled wanly.

“Good for him, then,” I grinned, “And good for you too, I hope.”

“He’s pretty aggressive,” She mirrored my excitement, “Once you get him to stop doublethinking everything.”

“Good,” I passed her the game in a plain white shopping bag, “Make him happy. He’s a friend of mine.”

“I’ll do my best,” She promised and gave a little wave good-bye. The bell over the door tinkled on her way out. There was no one in the top section so I went back to my sketchpad. A couple of people wandered in and out without buying things. Zane just seemed to have been disappeared. Eventually, Scott and Joseph walked up from the basement.

“Lara’s going nuts at Paul,” Joseph alerted me. I looked up from my drawing. I had managed to make it as far as the tentacles of an unknowable Lovecraftian nightmare. I was was about to detail the destroyed dress of the heroine. Everyone always said my artwork was jagged and violent. “We’re going to flip through some binders.”

“Good move,” I sighed. Normally, I’d have immediately asked what sets they had wanted to see but I had to needle Joseph.

“You’ll never guess who I met a half an hour ago,” I bubbled and Scott looked up with interest.

“Probably, I’m not a guesser,” Joseph prompted me to continue.

“I just met Matthew’s new girlfriend. She is super hot.” I beamed.

“Yeah, those legs go all the way up,” Scott grinned.

“She’s not talking about Carmen,” Joseph shook his head, “I dunno about her being super hot—”

“Because you’re too picky,” I interrupted. He took a deep breath and chose his words again.

“Yes, she’s pretty. But she’s really fucking young.”

“Oh, how young?” Scott prairie dogged his neck from me to Joseph.

“I’d guess forty,” I replied with confusion drifting over my face.

“That’s not young,” Scott explained for the room.

“Dawn probably isn’t 20,” Joseph replied, “In fact I think Matthew should be lucky that the age of consent is as low as 16.”

“Dawn?” I replied, “There’s another one?”

“Who are you talking about?” Joseph and Scott were crowded at the counter. I didn’t know they could be fun gossips. Joseph the gossip and Scott fun about it.

“Her name’s Deborah,” I explained, “40ish, brown hair, great body, better face. Bought him Game of Thrones.”

“Fuck...” Scott declared, “What’d he do? Give her her first orgasm?”

“Seems more like younger guy sniffing around a woman who had been neglected for a while,” I posited.

“Wait, fuck off,” Joseph wasn’t much of a swearer so Scott and I were rapt and facing him, “Deborah? Not his fucking boss?”

“Yeah, that’s who she said she was.”

“Fuck me,” Scott beamed with pride for Matthew.

“I don’t think Donnie would be happy about that,” I smiled.

“Neither would Marjory,” Joseph added, “So Carmen, Dawn, and Deborah. And I’m pretty sure he sent me a text saying he had a threesome with Carmen’s blonde friend.”

“Someone’s kidnapped Matthew and replaced him with a sex God?” Scott suggested.

“Something’s completely fucking weird, no doubt,” Joseph agreed.

“Well at least Deborah seems like a nice girl,” I suggested.

“So did Dawn,” Joseph nodded.

“And Carmen was a snooty bitch!” Scott beamed and the three of us started laughing.

“This is just so weird. Hillary,” Joseph looked me in the eyes and I half expected a warning about Matthew coming for me next, “Get me the new Modern Masters binder.”

Gwendolyn Ashcroft — Flynn’s, Saturday, June 20th 2015

I sat down at Deborah’s desk in the cluttered little office by the line. It was Friday evening and we were busy but we were staffed right. Matthew wasn’t in the dishroom, the new guy was doing OK but Kelly was getting overwhelmed. One of the prep guys had moved in to support the load until Matthew and Deborah were back. I didn’t have to do much unless a customer needed to speak to a supervisor but I wasn’t comfortable just sitting around on the clock.

“Knock knock,” My indecision was interrupted by Courtney. Who pushed open the closed over door without actually knocking and stepped into the office. I caught her eye.

“Ms Flynn’s not in?” She asked seeming a bit glum.

“She and Matthew had to take care of some errand,” I said, knowing the cover. I wondered if they were just out having sex, “I’m here until she gets back. What do you need?”

“Are the tip shares done?” She asked with a bright smile.

“Not yet, but I’ve got nothing better to do. I can run them off,” I answered. Courtney was a great girl and pretty. She was wearing her green hostess’s shirt, but it was as of yet unbuttoned, so it only managed to frame her long torso and nice breasts. Most of us wore a tank top under our uniforms, Courtney seemed content with a sports bra. She clearly had courage to be flashing the back staff or our lone waiter. She had petite but sharp facial features. She frowned a lot, cursed like a sailor and was one of the most upbeat girls working here.

“So, I’ll clock in and come back at break?” She asked and announced. She closed the door over as she headed out. I smiled and turned over to the computer. Tip shares were usually done over the weekend and given out on Monday. Courtney asking for hers on Saturday was common enough but usually a no go. I waved the mouse to bring up the computer screen. Out front, we were running very new software on the server stations. I’m pretty sure this dinosaur was operating Windows 98. That was fine, the only thing it was supposed to be used for was Microsoft Excel and email. The monitor had yet to come on after half a second, so I swished the mouse harder and tapped the bracelets Matthew had left me.

I picked up the rigid silver one. There was no markings just a band of metal bent and rolled so that it was pretty. I preferred the braided silver chain on my left wrist. I looked at the door, I could hear the restaurant. Judging by the noise, things were hectic. I rolled the bracelet around.

Just an hour ago, it had been my job to enslave Ms Flynn. It had been easy and I had been terrified. Had Matthew left me these other bracelets for other conquests? I knew he and Courtney got along. He got along with most everybody. But Courtney was just hot! He hadn’t told me what to do with these. I was trusted. I was pretty sure I didn’t want to be owned alongside Courtney but did I get a vote? I couldn’t see why me saying “She’s mean and stinks of cigarettes!” would stop Matthew. I spun the bracelet on the table. It quickly clattered down on it’s side.

Tip shares were easy. Clocking in and out was all anyone needed to do to get their tally counted. We waitresses gave up 2% of our sales and our support staff got a little extra pocket change. Some weeks I hated that. Normally, I’d rather have Kelly, the dishwashers and busboys a little bit happier and more efficient. Right now I didn’t know how I felt about it. It was going to bring Courtney back to me. I picked up the other bracelet. This one was a gold charm bracelet with little plastic panda bear and broken catch along the many empty hooks. This one looked more like a Courtney bracelet. I scrolled down the spreadsheet spinning around the bracelet on my index finger. Courtney was owed 84.15, which we always truncated to the dollar and the extra would be spent on the Christmas party. I heard a knock on the door and I jumped an inch in the chair. The bracelet flew down to my left.

“Yeah, hi! I mean come in!” I said finding my voice weirdly shrill. Melody, our new girl looked in.

“I was looking for Ms Flynn,” She said looking around the room to see the mess of filing cabinets, messed up papers, and framed pictures of our staff congregating before the nicked and beaten particle board desk. She had a little disappointed grimace for a second, “But you can probably help me.”

“Sure! What do you need?” I was searching around the floor with my foot looking for that bracelet. Melody took a step in the room and squatted picking up the little charm bracelet which had rolled out across the room. I felt the hairs on my neck stand up while she looked it over. If she put that on...

“I get that I’m not the most popular girl here at the moment,” She sighed handing me back the bracelet to a thank you, “But I do need to do my job. I can’t get the milkshake mixer to turn on.”

“Yeah, the switch is faulty,” I groaned, “You have to tilt the whole mixer a little to the left for the connection to go. It can be a mess if you’re not paying attention.”

“Lovely,” Melody exaggerated her exasperation, “And yet it still seems better run than The Lounge.”

“And don’t worry about everyone else,” I tried to smile, “Once Courtney calms down, people will stop thinking they have to pick sides. My guess is things’ll be good this time next week.”

“Hey, thanks for that,” Melody smiled, “I mean, I didn’t even apply to work here. Deborah found me.”

“I’ve been in your shoes before,” I agreed, “Except I was only skipped over someone who thought they were ready to wait tables.”

“Well, it does suck a little,” Melody agreed, “For me and little bitch Courtney.”

“Hey,” I said with a smile, “She’s the same size as both of us. We can just call her bitch Courtney.”

Melody disappeared with a melodious laugh. I looked down at the bracelet. Maybe Courtney would be less of a bitch with a bit of guidance... And ownership. I really didn’t like the idea of putting the bracelet on anyone. But I knew Courtney was going to be one of Matthew’s girls. I might as well score some brownie points and bring her in. Charm or silver? I decided on the charm bracelet.

I double checked the calculations and picked out the envelopes for everyone’s shares. Matthew’s was the highest but the dishwashers and prep cooks earned a bigger chunk per hour than front staff and he also did all the shitty maintenance cleaning, so he probably deserved it. Normally these were supposed to be done in order. Alphabetical or something. I just fired off Courtney’s, checked her name off on the printout and took the eighty four dollars out of my tips today. Matthew owned Ms Flynn now, he’d get me paid back or himself. I don’t know how my money worked anymore. Everyone else would have to wait until Deborah got in and unlocked the safe. I looked at the clock. It was only quarter to four. Matthew and Deborah could be on their way back, I had no idea of knowing what they had planned to do. If I waited for Courtney she could be hours out. I picked up the charm bracelet and slipped it into the pocket of my shorts.

I poked my head out just in time to pull it back and save it from the new guy who was thundering past with a bin of dirty dishes. He snarled a curse at me. Courtney was on the line buttering toast for someone’s order. “Courtney, come in here when you’re done there.”

“Everything OK?” She asked and I shrugged. She quickly scraped butter across another two slices of bread and hurried in. I shut the door behind her.

“Yeah, the safe’s locked and I need you to sign out the money your taking so no one’s count is off at the end of shift.” Which was my count, which only needed my signature but whatever.

“Yeah? OK, I guess,” She probably knew that too. I put the printout on the desk and handed her a pen. She scribbled what looked like Cbg Kmy which was close enough to Courtney King for me. “That everything?”

“No,” I pulled the bracelet out, “Put this on.”

“What the hell?” She asked with a lopsided smirk. Still she took the bracelet and slipped it on her left wrist.

“I was rifling through the lost and found drawer and I thought it was cute. Oh my God you’re wearing it!”

“You just told me too!” She hissed at me.

“And who owns you now?”

“That’s a weird and stupid question. People don’t... Are you fucking saying to me that I’m...Did you do this? Did he? It’s a boy? It’s... Fuck Matthew!” Except for his name every word of Courtney’s shriek grew quieter.

“He got me this afternoon,” I told her showing the bracelet on my wrist.

“Eden too?” She blurted.

“What do you mean?”

“He gave her a bracelet on Thursday!” She was bouncing as she paced now. I got up and grabbed her wrist.

“Then probably Eden too,” That’s who I figured the other bracelet was for. Who else then? Zina had the cute Russian accent. He was always a little mean to Sylvie, maybe that meant he likes her.

“What am I going to do? What does this mean? Did he say anything to you? Did he ask for me?” She actually looked excited at the last question. I decided to let Matthew handle that one.

“I guess I can give you the same initiation I got,” I blushed a little bit.

“Sure, I always thought you were hot,” Courtney shrugged and reached for the zipper on the back of her skirt.

“It’s not that!” Not yet I thought to myself. “He just... I guess I’ll show you.”

“What do I need to do?” Courtney asked.

“Stand there and look confused.”

She saluted and smiled: “I’ll do my best!”

She began by unfocusing her eyes and swaying in a vague circle.

“What are you doing?”

“I saw this in Mortal Kombat,” She explained, “Now do your finisher.”

“Whatever,” I needed the laugh, short as it was. I walked up, grabbed her by the back of her hips and pulled her flush against me. She gave back with my peck on her lips and I let go. She was smiling of all things!

“He kissed better than that, I hope.”

“Yeah, kinda,” I blushed. “I was a little caught up with what he said.”

“Oh, there’s more! Continue.” She went back to her unfocused teetering. I pulled her against me again. Her tits flush against mine. I looked to see the door was fully closed. The only person who would come through that fully closed door was Deborah and she was in on it. Or the cops I guess, if they had a warrant. I shook my head and looked at Courtney and giggled. I was less nervous during my first kiss back in grade 7. I pecked her lips once again to get back on track. I cleared my throat, “Courtney, you’re beautiful and you’re kind and I need you to do this for me. For us... For Matthew.”

Courtney kissed me and then started laughing. I pulled back as she guffawed loud enough to be heard through the thin door. I flailed to get her to calm down and she did with both hands over her mouth. She started up a couple more times whenever we met eyes. There were a couple of tears in her eyes, she wiped them away. I turned around and grabbed the compact from my purse so she could patch up the little smudge she made. After that she started laughing again. Not so hard but her shoulders were shaking as she failed to contain herself.

“What’s funny now?” I pleaded.

“Beautiful and kind?” She laughed and shook her head, “That might be what he said to you but I just got inducted by a form letter. To (Insert name), I own you tits to tushie. Please make the proper arrangements now that you’re a thing. With all due love and respect, The management.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” I blushed a bit out of anger and that I had kissed her.

“It so was,” She nodded, “Do you think Matthew would have used the words beautiful or kind for me?”

“You are beautiful,” I admitted.

“Well yeah,” She rolled her eyes, “But would Matthew use that word for me?”

“Well what would he say? You’re hot and a brat?”

“Probably not in that order,” She shook her head, “What’s that? Another one?” She picked the silver bracelet off the desk.

“Yeah, he gave me three others,” I showed the one on my wrist to mean I wasn’t counting this one.

“So that’s where Ms Flynn is,” She grinned, “I kind of hope he’s into choking girls.”

“Courtney!” My eyes went wide and I reached for the silver bracelet but she danced out of my reach.

“I’m just saying,” She laughed, “So who’s this one for?”

“Zina maybe? Sylvie?” I shook my head, “He never actually said.”

“So Dealer’s choice then?” Courtney looked at her wrist, “I wish I could have as good of taste as you did.”

“Funny, now give it back,” I said but Courtney flitted towards the door.

“It clearly doesn’t have to be a waitress,” I didn’t like how dark her smile got, “There’s Kelly.”

“No.” I didn’t think I’d be that final, “He gave me that and there’s no way I’m getting him arrested.”

“Yeah, that’s a fair point,” The her smile got even darker, “Wish me luck!”

“No, Courtney,” but the hostess was a blur of nice legs and ugly blouse out the door before I could say anything. She had left her money on the desk. I wasn’t going to leave it out, I turned back and shoved it and the spreadsheet into the top drawer with the keyboard. Then I turned to chase her.

I didn’t have to travel far. She wasn’t on the line or in the dining hall so I went back to the dry storage in back. Courtney had cornered Melody by the bread racks.

“Hey didn’t I see Gwen with that bracelet?” Why does everyone call me Gwen? I’ve never said, “Hi, I’m Gwen!” It even says Gwendolyn on my nametag.

“Yeah, it was in the lost and found for over a year. Look, she told me what a bitch I was,” No, I hadn’t but I wouldn’t be surprised if she had overheard that when I was talking with Melody earlier, “I wanted to make amends and push past this. It’s not you I’m mad at, it’s Deborah.”

I could tell Courtney was lying, she said Deborah and not Ms Flynn, but I knew what she was up to. Should I stop her? Melody was pretty and this would take care of what to do with the last bracelet. I’d stop worrying about it and threatening coworkers and friends when I looked at them. I didn’t know Melody from Adam. Or is right to say I didn’t know her from Eve? Courtney and the serpent could have been twins.

“We were rooting through the lost and found and no one had picked these up in over 9 months, it’s safe to say they’re done with,” She showed Melody the silver bracelet and I felt myself turn a little green, “Even Gwen’s wearing one.”

I guess she had noticed I was there because she waved to me. I showed off the bracelet Matthew had given me. Melody smiled. “So I figured, the best way I could stop being a bitch was to welcome you into the group. And what better way than sisters-in-crime?”

“9 months?” Melody asked me.

“Yeah, at least that,” I said. I wasn’t a liar and I didn’t like it, but it was not nearly as hard as it looked in romantic comedies.

“C’mon, put it on and I’ll say I’m sorry,” Courtney pouted.

“Just for a moment, it doesn’t really go with anything else I’m wearing,” She explained. Courtney shrugged aloofly. I looked back to make sure no one was heading to the breakroom or the staff washroom. We were clear. Melody’s hand pushed through the silver and closed a little tighter on her wrist. I must have imagined the sound of a big prison gates clanging closed.

“I guess I get my apology now?” Melody looked to Courtney.

“No, I just said I’d say I’m sorry,” She turned to me, “I’m sorry Gwen, I know you had your heart set on making Zina the next sex slave.”

“Sex slave? What the—Oh my God!” Melody grew pale.

“Hey, do you have your cell phone on you?” She asked but I took a second to realize the question was directed at me.

“Yeah,” I answered. I knew the girls didn’t. They’d be in their cubbies while they were working out front. I was thinking maybe I should have just played Candy Crush in the office instead of unleashing this demon girl.

“Cool, you’ve got Matt’s number, yeah?” She asked.

“I do,” I don’t believe I had ever used it. I was scrolling down my iPhone looking for it. I was right.

“Matt? Is he one of the cooks?”

“He’s your Master,” Courtney brushed aside my correcting her that he was a dishwasher, “Gwen’s going to send him a pic of your tits.”

“Courtney!” I looked back the way was still clear. We were wasting a lot of time on the clock though. I flashed my head back to the hostess, “You know he hasn’t seen your tits yet, either?”

She did not take that well. I don’t think she had trouble with the idea of flashing Matt. She wasn’t happy that I put her on the same level as Melody. Still she flew through her shirt buttons. Courtney elbowed Melody to hurry up.

Side by side, they were great tits. Courtney’s were a little bigger with big areolas and hard nipples. Melody’s were paler, she had clear tan lines that Courtney didn’t, and were more conical with tiny little pale circles around and her nipples appeared inverted. I clicked through five pictures, four pairs and one of just Courtney until I got both girls wearing believable waitress smiles. Just in time too. Melody yanked her black tank and bra back down, the underwire wasn’t straight and Courtney just rolled her sports bra back down. They were mostly buttoned up when our head night cook swaggered by and into staff room.

“Melody you better hurry up. Tables’ 4 and 9 both have their orders up on the line,” He said without really looking at the girls. Melody tried to take off but I stopped her with a hand on her belly and got her to fix her tits. She further buttoned up a bit higher than she normally would have and hurried out front. Courtney sauntered up to me.

“You know, I didn’t think I’d get to say this after our little conversation in the office,” She was turning the bracelet around her wrist with a half stupid smile, “But today is a great day!”