The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Gwendolyn Ashcroft — Thursday, July 23rd, 2015

I sat next to Eden under the bland fluorescent lights. Dawn slept against my shoulder. She stank of sweat, cum, tears. Eden wasn’t much better. She closed her hand on my fingers. I nodded. She kissed my cheek and hugged my shoulder. She had to work in the morning. I waved as she left for the van.

I wiggled my toes in my sneakers. Matthew had bought them for me in Ottawa. This was the first time I had worn them and they needed working in. He had waited almost three hours to get into outpatients. I could wait a while longer.

Dawn snored once and scared herself awake, but she was right back to sleep in the next moment. The orderly rolled him out in a wheelchair. Matthew was laughing and frustrated the orderly wasn’t laughing along with whatever joke he had told. I shook Dawn who flashed her eyes opened and raced over to him.

“Matt!” She stopped short of hugging him, looking to the orderly who just seemed tired. He shrugged and Dawn was hugging him as I walked over to see our wizard and smile at him.

“I like dilaudid,” He grinned. He waved his prescription in his fingers.

“The pharmacy’s closed right now,” The orderly talked to me, “He probably can wait until morning but if not, you can get his script filled at the Lawton’s on Quinpool.”

I nodded and smiled, a little awkwardly. He almost smiled back but I and Dawn were only concerned with Matthew.

“Can he walk?” Dawn seemed terrified and, worse, guilty. I dragged my fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, but let me take him to the doors,” The orderly was having a long shift.

“I’ll bring the car around,” I squeezed Dawn’s shoulder. She took Matt’s hand and I soon found out that the orderly’s gait was longer than mine. I only went through the front doors first because he was a gentleman.

“Hey,” Matthew hurried out of his chair.

“Careful buddy,” The orderly gave Dawn and me looks I wasn’t comfortable with. I felt better knowing he returned to work jealous. I wonder if I would’ve liked that before the bracelet. I was always terrible at figuring out men.

“This way, Matthew,” I gestured. Dawn was leeched onto his hip as we headed across the parking lot. I rolled my eyes. I walked around the passenger side and held the door for him. Dawn seemed upset when she had to get in the back. I felt the lack of sleep in my bones.

“Let’s go get more dilaudid,” He slipped his hand on my thigh. I was still wearing my pajamas, the ones I had refused to pack for our trip. I had kind of hoped to never let him see them, they were soft flannel and pants. At least I switched to a tighter t-shirt. I blushed and pulled the paper from his fingers.

I could read it, he definitely hadn’t seen his prescription. 8 pills, codeine. Dr Park.

“This is for codeine,” I said. Where the fuck was I going to get him dilaudid? I—

“OK, then let’s go down to Gottingen street,” Matt lolled deeper into his chair and his fingers fell into the cupholders between our seats, “I think she still works nights.”

“We don’t have anymore bracelets,” Dawn leaned forward and poked Matthew in the shoulder with both index fingers, “Remember the nurse.”

“Yeah, where is she? Still working?” He turned and smiled back at Dawn.

“Uh, yeah,” She sighed and fell back.

“Put on your belt, Dawn,” I could see the top of her head in the rearview. She moved, I turned to back out of the spot, “Besides Eden told me. There’re two slap bracelets in my purse.”

“Oh,” Dawn looked back over her shoulder as I turned around to drive out, “Should we—”

“No,” I made the decision. Matthew had rolled over to another thought and lost the last one. I wasn’t going to storm into a hospital looking for some nurse I didn’t know just to give Matthew more pussy. Not unless he made me.

It was about three in the morning and the city was mostly empty. I still managed to catch every light as I drove around Citadel Hill. Dawn was recounting the story. His cousin? A bunch of rock stars? Great. We needed to start giving out those watches, before Matthew screwed over every guy in our lives. I pulled up to the curb. Matthew was getting out.

“Hey, I can get it,” I told him. I had the prescription and I knew I’d be paying for it anyway. Dawn was out on the sidewalk.

“I want to see Cheryl,” He laughed and weaved around Dawn and yanked open the door into the Shopper’s with a laugh. He was moving fluidly but stopping jerkily. I sighed.

“Who’s Cheryl?” Dawn asked me. Fucked if I knew. I hoped the 24 hour pharmacist was going to be some balding fat man. We entered the store. It was mostly empty. Thankfully, Matthew bypassed the front clerk with hardly a glance. The kid was a tired looking black guy, which was a write off anyways. Dawn tugged my elbow to alert me. Thankfully, Matthew didn’t see the couple of teenaged girls on their phones by the candy and that was for the best. He made a wobbly line straight for the pharmacy counter at the back.

Shit. The pharmacist was an attractive woman. She was my age, Matthew’s, or somewhere in between. A broad smiling black woman with beautiful black hair pulled back in a thick ponytail. The name Cheryl was on the nametag on her lab coat. An new old friend with a good job and better body. Eden and Deborah were going to hate her. I wished I was capable of hating her. It always felt like the pot and the kettle after letting Courtney take Melody.

“Matthew! Hi!” She smiled, “How are you?”

“Cheryl,” He put on a smoky accent, more smarmy than charmy, “Hi.”

“Hi,” I said stepping up as Dawn flanked Matthew on the other side, “He’s a bit loopy. The doctor gave him some—”

“Dilaudid,” He was very capable of pronouncing that word. He leaned in and stage whispered behind his hand, “I hear you have more.”

“Of course,” She laughed. A sense of humor too? Maybe I could hate her. I looked between them. Matthew stopped me from handing Cheryl the prescription.

“Hey, Cheryl,” He giggled.

“Hey Matthew,” She looked to me and rolled her eyes with a happy smile.

“Uh, how do you know each other?” Dawn leaned in against the counter. She always managed to look smaller than she was. Unless you put her next to Courtney or someone like that.

“I used to date his roommate,” Cheryl nodded, “Ryan.”

“Oh,” Well obviously not Joseph, “He made us come see you to get this filled.”

“Well, he’s a sweetie,” Cheryl shook her head, “How do you know him?”

“He’s our—” I just was going to roll out the word wizard. I stopped short with my fingernails biting into the heel of my palm. Cheryl raised her eyebrow.

“Boss,” Dawn finished, “We cater t-for him.”

“Wait? You did something with your life?” Cheryl seemed way too shocked. Dawn was pissed but I understood, “Finally, Matthew.”

“Yeah,” Matthew nodded oblivious to her and hit my ankle with his heel. Right. I pulled the Forefront Foundation bracelet out of my purse. I looked up to Cheryl. We needed Bluebird ones.

“Actually,” Fuck how was I going to do this? “Do you know Matthew’s sister?”

“Meghan,” Matthew nodded. I shook my head.

“I never met Misty,” Cheryl shrugged, “He has pictures of his sisters. But Misty was like just entering high school when I dated Ryan.”

“Well, uh,” I took a big sigh, “Matthew’s helping her out with this charity thing for a scholarship and—” I was rambling and I was going to run my mouth off of a cliff but Cheryl saw the slap bracelet in my hand.

“What? Holy shit?” Cheryl beamed, “I got two grand from them out of high school. That’s awesome Matthew. May I?”

She threw her arm straight out towards me. There was already a thick bracelet dangling off her arm. We heard the bell ring over the door, “And then I better get your pills.”

The crack of a the bracelet wrapping around a wrist wasn’t loud. It echoed and echoed in my ears.

“Oh, Matthew, good,” She smiled taking the prescription from my other hand, “I’m glad you don’t need as strong drugs,” She looked up to me, “How’d he hurt himself?”

“He was showing off to the other girls when he was fucking me,” Dawn smiled.

“Excuse me?” Cheryl blanked.

“Yeah,” I sighed, “And you better get dilaudid for him.”

“What?” Matthew looked at me, “We got her?”

“What the hell?” Cheryl crossed her eyes, “I’m going to have to ask you to—”

“You’re mine now,” Matthew announced. Cheryl shuddered.

“I could—Goddammit,” And she turned to the shelves behind her, “It’ll be ready in an hour.”

“That’s OK,” I looked to Matthew he was dopey and sleepy. I turned back to Grumpy, “You can bring it by when your shift is over. I’ll give you my number and—”

“He still live at Ocean Towers?” She shook her head, wanting to hurry us out of the store. I had planned on taking him to my home. He was out of it and Ocean Towers was only a couple blocks from here. I nodded. We left, leaving her with a million questions. She’d be pissed to find out we had maybe six answers.

Ryan MacDonald — Thursday, July 23, 2015

I thought I was alone. I was going to kill him. I pushed Phoebe off the bed. She hit the floor and climbed onto her knees with no fuss. The perfect woman.

“You really need to get some sleep, Matthew,” He had sluts with him. Of course he had sluts with. Idiot couldn’t even tie his shoes without a whore anymore. I knew I should just go back to bed. I pulled on pair of boxers. Phoebe waited naked. I left her in my room.

“Hi Ryan,” Dawn matched Matthew, they were both wearing blue button ups and white bottoms. Dawn in a short skirt, Matthew in slacks. I pushed past her.

“It’s 4 in the fucking morning!” I growled in Matthew’s face. He flinched and laughed.

“Oh man, sorry, I—” Shit. That dog next door was spooked now. I gave his blonde (Jen maybe?) a dirty look and strode into the washroom.

“C’mon, you should lay down,” She directed him to his room. Was Misty here tonight? No, I hoped she was back at Paul’s. Someone had to show Matthew how to handle his women. I flushed, drank from the tap, scowled at the intermittent barking, and strode back to my room.

“Are we going back to bed?” Phoebe asked politely. She was naked, striped red across her ass, my palm still ached. Goddammit. Matthew had promised me Harriet days ago! Joseph was already off plowing Meghan. Fucker.

“Fine, sleep,” I told her and strode back out. I didn’t knock on Matthew’s door and strode in through with a fast pace. Dawn was pulling off his second sock and his blonde was unbuttoning his shirt. He caught my eye and smirked as he fondled the blonde’s ass.

“Cheryl’s coming by later,” He bragged.

“What? Why?” Not my greatest memory. It was unimportant.

“Matthew hurt himself,” His blonde glowered at Dawn to keep her quiet, “He had to get a prescription filled.”

“Hurt what?”

“My back!” He laughed.

“He’s on painkillers,” Blonde explained.

“Yeah,” I shook my head, “I see that.”

The dog barked and whimpered. Shit. I hope the dog had woken her not us. Fuck it, girl was a seven. It wouldn’t be his first. Matthew could solve that problem too.

“Let’s get drunk tomorrow night,” I told Matthew, “I’ll make sure Harriet is here.”

“Yeah, cool beans,” He shrugged out of his shirt and Dawn pulled out his belt.

“Do you remember—”

He was bending forward, reaching for Dawn. He immediately groaned. Dawn freaked and hopped up to her feet, pushing him onto his back.

“Fuck this,” I muttered and went back to my room. I conked out just as I started to hear the blonde, Gwen was her name, cumming.

Morning came and I had class in two hours. I woke up less pissed. I was toasting some pop tarts. Phoebe ate a single egg scrambled and I picked a quarter of it off her plate anyways. The phone rang.

“Hey,” It was Cheryl.

“Hey, buzzing you in,” I yawned. I wished I had been gone, and then I smiled.

She knocked on her door shortly after but came in before I could answer it. She was unhappy. She had hardly ever been unhappy. Bubbly, too smart, and demanding. I felt validated that she wasn’t wearing his engagement ring anymore. Good. I smiled. She was wearing a slap bracelet. I knew she would be but it was rewarding to see.

“Matthew’s still conked out from the drugs,” I looked over, “Last door on the right.”

“Uh...” She didn’t really meet eye contact. She just looked at Phoebe, perturbed the redhead was sitting with perfect posture on the couch. Her fair skin completely uncovered. Her little red nipples poking upwards. Phoebe looked back with a flat impatient neutral face. Cheryl waved and shuddered.

“Yeah, you’ll get used to it,” I smirked, “C’mon.”

She followed me to Matthew’s door. Again, I just walked in. She paled to see the two girls and Matthew tangled up and naked. Dawn opened her eyes, her whole torso turned red when she blushed.

“Matthew, Cheryl’s here,” Dawn hopped up and shook his shoulder as she squatted down to grab her shirt from the floor.

“Ah, Christ,” He moaned and turned his head, “Hey, why are you here Craps?”

I had known Matthew since beaver scouts in grade two. This was the first time I had seen his dick. Hopefully the last, but I focused my eyes on the brunette and blonde instead. Gwen might’ve been his best prize. I needed to fuck someone other than Phoebe. That Zina bitch seemed up for it, but I hadn’t found a way to separate her from the herd. Besides, I wanted prime rib, not to be peeling back the old, the sick, and the weak.

“I filled out your script,” She held up a white paper bag with a receipt stapled to it, “I threw in two dilaudid pills too.”

“What do you mean too?” He walked a little crooked as he came over to take it. Not too bad, but his left shoulder was clearly dipping below his right.

“You told me—”

“The prescription was for tylenol threes,” Gwen interjected. She stayed naked but had pulled his blanket over her chest. She had great legs.

“Jesus, Cheryl,” He shook, “You can get in real trouble for this. Why would—Oh shit—Ah, fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Goddammit!” Cheryl growled. Matthew groaned again.

“Is it bad?” Dawn rushed over, skinny legs and hairless pussy uncovered despite her best efforts at tugging down the hem. She grabbed him and rubbed his lower spine.

“This is the worst pain I ever felt,” He bitched.

“Cool, take your drugs,” I sighed, “Tomorrow, bash, Harriet, bracelet?”

“What? Kinda, whatever,” He shook his head, “But let me talk to Harriet alone first.”

“She’s got the lab tomorrow afternoon,” I told him and had had enough of his cock. I turned planning to leave, “You can catch her at Battle Grounds beforehand.”

“Whatever,” He scowled. Dawn took the pill bottle and opened it for him.

“If it’s really bad. My dad’s a chiropractor—”

“Chiropractors are wizards,” Matthew scoffed hatefully, “It’s just a glorified massage.”

“I like wizards,” Dawn virtue signalled.

“Then why not go get a massage?” I suggested, “That place on Spring Garden has a couple of hot chicks.”

Cheryl and Gwen stared daggers at me. Dawn was excited. Good God, of course he managed to find at least one girl eager to feed his addiction.

“Or,” He grinned, “I could get a whole masseuse.”

Yeah, like I wasn’t suggesting that on my own. Unsubtle dickbag. I closed the door. Fuck him.

Tiffany Luck — Thursday, July 23rd, 2015

“You wanted to see me, Ms Flynn?” I knocked on the door and entered her office. I entered Matthew’s office with a smile. She gestured and I closed the door behind me. I was barely into my shift. I had only clocked in and bused a single table before Melody had relayed marching orders to the boss’s office.

Courtney was here. She was supposed to start in fifteen. We shouldn’t have seen her for another twelve minutes. She was dressed in tiny shorts and a pale blue tank top. She was using her sunglasses as a hairband.

“Matthew called,” Deborah announced as I stepped next to Courtney, “You two are going to go down to Penninsula Massage and scout him out a personal masseuse.”

“More girls?” I wrinkled my nose. We could use some more boys around, even if I couldn’t use boys anymore.

“Yeah, but we can get a massage out of it,” Courtney bumped me with her hip.

“That sounds fun,” I admitted, “Mom and I used to do spa days and—”

“Zina and Raena are coming in early to cover for you two,” Deborah cut me off, “Gwen said he’d be heading over this afternoon and—”

“Dad and mom are coming!” I squeaked, “They started driving last night. They could be he—”

“Text them,” Deborah rolled her eyes, “I can always send Raena.”

“Why not go yourself?” I looked from Courtney to Deborah, “You don’t want a massage.”

“Matthew’s scholarship and picture thing works best with college girls,” Deborah lifted a pair of slap bracelets from her desk drawer, “Unaware.”

“Ha!” Courtney smirked.

“But—”

“Don’t tell her she’s a slave, Tiff,” Courtney leaned over and reached around my shoulders. She pushed her tit into my upper arm, “Matthew likes to watch the lights change in her eyes.”

“I know, and—”

“Text your mom, Tiffany,” Deborah pressured me. I frowned.

“I’ll be right back,” I zipped out of her office, my sneakers squeaking on the too slippery tiles. I dashed through the kitchen. Franklin told me not to break my neck. I hooked my hand on the jamb and slid around the brown tiles to the staff room. Staff indentation really. I pulled my bag out of the cubby I had picked. Raena’s hairbrush was still there from her first shift. She or someone had taken her forgotten top.

“Hey, how long before you guys get in town?” I bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited.

“Dad says we’re in Nova Scotia. GPS says an hour and twenty out.”

“Thanks! Can’t wait to see you!” I tagged on a heart emoji and raced back to Deborah’s office. She flinched as I kicked the door closed a little too hard.

“I’ve got an hour and twenty.” I announced, hoping to steamroll past my rudeness.

“Excellent, then get changed and go,” Deborah gestured to Courtney as well. Courtney tapped the arm of her sunglasses and smirked as they fell over her eyes.

“Uh,” I worried, “I came to work in my work shirt.”

“Goddammit,” Deborah fell back, her seat creaked a little. Courtney made a bloated face and I suffered not to laugh.

“I’ve got a top for her,” Courtney waved away my worry, “C’mon whore.”

“I’m not a whore,” I rejected.

“Because he doesn’t pay us,” Courtney laughed. I followed her to the door. I turned back to Deborah who was moving onto some next project with her smartphone.

“Uh, do I have to clock out?”

“No,” Deborah sighed, “Just keep it between us.”

Kelly walked by and frowned at that. I waved and blushed to her. Courtney was already way in the back. I had to skid across the kitchen. Hope Dawn got here soon, this place needed to be mopped hard.

“Catch,” I was hit in the face with a sparkly pink top as I took the last corner. I hadn’t been worrying too much. Courtney was taller, bigger, chestier than me. Her top wouldn’t be this small. I think my ears were starting to combust.

“Hour and fifteen now,” Courtney pointed out.

She wolf whistled at my sports bra. I tugged on the top with some effort. I didn’t like having my belly button out. They’re just weird looking. I tried to give her a look but she just smiled broader.

“Sports bra, huh?”

“Yeah, do you know how much running and carrying and climbing over shit I have to do for this job?”

“Of course,” She grinned, “Not the climbing part. I can reach things adults can. You’ll switch to a pushup when you find out how it effects your tips.”

“I don’t get my own tips,” I countered, “Just some of your tips.”

“Yeah,” She nodded, “Matthew’s not going to waste you busing tables forever like he will Raena.”

“What’s wrong with Raena?”

“Do we start with being scatterbrained or phony?” Courtney laughed.

“Hey, if you teach her to be a bitch, you’ll get a twin sister,” I white knighted my friend.

“I would wouldn’t, I?” She laughed and started walking. I hurried after her. Halifax was trees and ugly brick buildings. I liked the trees. We had to walk down past The Public Gardens with their intimidating iron spike fences. There were crunchy looking hippies with mats of costume jewelry or ugly paintings marking the sidewalk. Courtney walked past them all with her nose in the air. I might’ve emulated her.

“What do you think about her?” We were at the Spring Garden and South Park lights when she bumped my hips. There was a pretty redhead in a white and green dress.

“Not enough penis?” I blushed and quieted as I made my joke.

“For Matthew, rug munch.” She shook her head and laughing.

“Oh!” I chuckled out of nervousness, “Um, what about her?”

I suggested a tiny brown looking girl with thick black hair in baggy shorts and a droopy tank top. Lots of cleavage.

“Dirty,” Courtney laughed as we crossed with the red light, “Her?”

“Uh, no too old.”

“Deborah’s probably that old,” Courtney rebuked.

“Yeah, but Deborah takes better care of herself,” I shook my head, “Those two?”

“Yes for the blonde, no for the terrorist,” She commented about a girl in a hijab.

“Courtney!” I squeaked.

“Oh come off it,” She laughed, “Pick from those four.”

“Green hair’s probably a psycho but the cutest,” I smirked.

“I’d have picked the shredded leggings,” Courtney decided.

We laughed and picked and snarked the rest of the way. The air conditioner was way up when we entered Peninsula Massage. The tubby woman at the front was a write off. Courtney slid up her sunglasses into her blonde hair.

“Hi, do you do walk-ins?” Courtney crossed the lobby. I took my hand away from my tits when I saw the mirror on the lift. My sports bra had handled that cold rush amazingly. I smiled and skipped up to Courtney.

“Um yes,” The woman looked up from her screen, “You as well honey?”

“Sure,” I nodded.

“They’re both on me,” Courtney slid a credit card out of her butt pocket and across the desk.

“Of course, Deborah,” She typed something into her card reader.

“Oh, everyone calls me Debbie,” Courtney grinned. I was laughing now too.

“We’ve got a half hour spot with Melissa right now and Michel will be available in ten.”

“You go with Melissa, Tiff,” Courtney suggested.

“Sure thing, Debbie,” I grinned and felt so bad, “Do I just walk in or—”

“I’ll call her once I give Debbie her receipt,” The old woman smiled. She wasn’t wearing a nametag and there wasn’t a nameplate on her desk. I didn’t ask her name. She lifted up the beige receiver of her ancient looking office phone.

“Melissa, sweetie, you’ve got a walk-in,” the receptionist nodded and moved while she talked. Like a chicken, maybe.

“Wait for me when you’re done,” Courtney waved. I was told to go to room four behind the curtain. The whole store had a sort of white medicalness to it. There had been a pair of potted plants in the lobby but they looked fake. Door number four opened before I wondered if I was supposed to knock or just walk right in.

Melissa wasn’t the name I’d expect of a Chinese girl. She was a little taller than me, in her later twenties, I guessed. She was slender. I rubbed the side of my shorts where I had slipped the slap bracelet in to be certain for it.

“Good morning,” she smiled and led me into her room. It was claustrophobic. A shelf of unlit candles and jars encroached a little too closely to her black padded massage table.

“Uh, hi,” She laid a towel and a fluffy robe on the table, “Do I get naked now or—”

“Most customers let me leave the room first. I’ll be back in a couple of min—”

Her customer service smile wouldn’t hold up at Flynn’s. I pitched Courtney’s onto the table. Melissa hurried out. I reached back and added my sports bra as well. I laid the straight band across the top of my clothes and sort of hid it with my shorts. I left on my panties and socks. The socks felt weird as I climbed up on the table and laid out. I hadn’t been paying attention. What had Courtney ordered?

“Are you comfortable now?” Melissa inched in from her doorway after a couple of minutes. I was stiff, worried and freaking as Melissa walked over to me. I muttered an affirmative syllable.

She didn’t attempt to talk to me and I couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Oh my God! This was the best thing I had felt since I had first got my pussy eaten by Matthew. Oh my God! This might be better. It hurt, and then her fingers moved to hurt the next muscle group and it sang with good feelings. I made a bunch of Gwendolyn Ohs! and Ughs! I’m sure of it. Especially when she did the base of my neck. Those spa days with mom were shit compared to this. I was so bringing her here this weekend. If things went well.

“This is so good,” I smiled not realizing we were already rounding on half an hour.

“You’re welcome,” The first two words she had offered since she had started on me. She had hints of the east coast accent most people claimed they didn’t have around here. Raena and I laughed at all of them. Her fingers lifted finally from my right ankle, “If you’d like to get dressed, I’ll—”

“Hey, can I ask you something?” I was so relaxed and so used to having Matthew’s girls around I guess, I didn’t think twice about rolling up and flashing her my boobs, “I got scholarship goal with Forefront Foundation. I’d really like if I could get a picture of you.”

“There’s a robe there,” She was prudish. Matthew could fix that shortly, “I’ll be back in a minute.”

She was out the door. I pulled on the robe but hardly tied it. I grabbed the band and hopped back up on the massage table. She knocked and looked back in.

“Hi!” I waved and she looked over to my clothes.

“Um, if you stay past the half hour, we have to charge you more and—”

“This’ll be quick,” I grinned, “I promise!”

“OK,” She walked over.

“Do you know who these are?” I held up The Forefront Foundation logo in front of her eyes.

“No,” She shook her head.

“Well, they give out scholarships to girls,” I tried to explain.

“Good, we need more girls in university,” She smiled perfunctorily, “And?”

“Well, I’m supposed to collect pictures of women in the workplace wearing the band,” I was a little cotton mouthed as I gave the pitch. It had been so easy with Janine. Raena had been there, “And—”

“And then you can go?” She focused on the other side of things, “I think they meant better jobs than Massage therapist.”

“What’s wrong with massage therapists?” I countered, “You’re great at your job and—”

“OK, OK, we’ll be quick.” She nodded uncertain. I reached for her hand. She dodged the first slap swing. I rolled my eyes, “Sorry.”

I hardly saw anything change when I got her. That made me upset. I wanted to throw her slavery in her face but Matthew wanted to do it himself. I forced a smile. I was better at this then she was.

“OK, let me grab my phone,” I rushed to my things, put my phone on selfie and hurried back to her. She leaned her head against mine. And her face went to horror as I clicked.

“Your robe opened!” She semi-panicked, “Your breast is that picture. You have to delete it. We’ll do another one.”

“It’s—”

“Please! This isn’t that kind of place! I need this job!” She shook her head. I sighed. I deleted the pic. Damn. Matthew would have loved that one. I got my picture. “Bye Melissa.”

“Bye, thank you for coming,” She ducked out of the room as I got dressed. I practically skipped as I went to the lobby. Courtney was coming out of room 1 as I reached the curtain.

“How was Michelle?”

“Two hundred twenty pounds, all muscle, bearded Acadian male,” She said in a tired happy mewl, “How as Melissa?”

“Good bye Debbie. Good bye Tiffany! Come back again!” The receptionist certainly made up for Melissa’s lack of customer service. I handed Courtney my phone.

“Jackpot! Matthew’s going to love her!” Courtney grinned giddily.

“Oh yeah, but what about her?” I pointed to a frazzled girl my age with four big shaggy dogs on leashes.

“Not enough dogs,” Courtney laughed, “And her?”

We were laughing so hard my sides hurt as we got past the Public Gardens. Picking on the hippy chicks and buskers had been so mean! I almost didn’t notice the Subaru right in front of the restaurant.

“Oh, Mom! You lied! You horrible harpy!”

“C’mon, we’ll just sneak in the back and—”

Dad was waving at me from the storefront window. Damn.