The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Misty Reid — Saturday July 18th, 2015

“Jesus! What won’t you millennials do to scam a room and score drugs?”

“Matthew!” I was so happy to interrupt Meghan’s meandering story. Our sister glared from her seat at the side of my hospital bed. She stroked her hand through her dirty blond hair and sighed with her entire body. I would’ve jumped out of bed... I sneered at my plaster encased foot.

“Oh, so you’re not dead?” Meghan scowled. She crossed her arms in front of herself. Her confrontational growl rumbled low in the throat. Between Matthew and myself, “You’re not dead!” was a cheerful exuberant hello. As if we were genuinely amazed at the concept. Meghan always hated that. Good for her to have something to throw in our faces. “And who’s with you? Do I finally get to meet this Gwen?”

“Um, not exactly,” Matthew burned red and looked at his sneakers. Meghan really got under his skin. I often wished I could. Sometimes it paid to be on team Meghan over team Matty. Right now, for instance. Meghan’s mouth was hanging open.

“Oh, how in the fuck—”

“Hi Meggy. Hi Misty.”

“Ha! Meggy!” I laughed almost recognizing the brunette shuffling out from behind my brother. She was without makeup but still quite good looking. She had really sharp features, high cheekbones, dark eyes, thin lips. Her black hair was wavy all around her shoulders. She was slender, a little shorter than Meghan and wearing ruffled business clothes. Those flats couldn’t match her suit. She must’ve borrowed them. Or she just had no self awareness.

“Janine!” Meghan growled out her name. Janine? Matthew’s lost love? I hadn’t seen her since I was 10, no wonder I didn’t place her. She was gorgeous, she couldn’t have been that hot when she was 21 right? Right now she was way too hot for Matthew.

“We ran into each other in Ottawa,” Matthew beamed slipping his arm around her waist.

“Janine,” Meghan was stark white, “What the hell’s going on?”

“I had to come back home,” She replied. She was a good liar. I believed her; Meghan couldn’t. I trust Meghan on shit like this mostly, “And Matthew made it happen.”

“But—”

“Can we talk later?” Janine pleaded, “I mean, Matthew rushed us here the moment we heard about Misty.”

“Nice catch, bro!” I couldn’t help myself. I keyed up a puppy dog pout and knew I had Matthew by the funny bone. I looked right into Janine’s rolling eyes, “Are you going to be my new sister?”

“Surrounded by idiots,” Meghan rumbled as I was engulfed in a brotherly hug. We were both laughing our asses off.

“She hasn’t changed,” Janine told Meghan.

“Neither has he,” My sister snarked.

“Yes,” Janine claimed solemnly, “He really has.”

“What the hell did you do to yourself?” Matthew pulled back and laid me back on my pillows. I chewed my lip. How much should I explain this?

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Misty,” Meghan groaned, “Twenty bucks says you can’t tell the story without even more embellishments this time...”

Misty Reid — Friday, July 17th, 2015

“You are a crazy bitch,” Joy, my best friend, pulled me to the bar by my new shiny dress. We slapped down on stools, myself less ladylike than Joy. I waved at some boys opposite the ones I had just been grinding on.

“Hey, I thought we were connecting,” Said the disembodied hand rolling over my shoulder.

“Yeah, but now I’m drinking and those guys have more money,” I explained. I always found honesty to be the best policy.

“Leave the cunt. Seriously, Richie, let’s go see if we can finally put your dick in sane.” His friend escorted my dancing boy away. The guys I signaled, two older men, older ha! I just traded college boys for people my sister’s age. Two hot shirts, a haymaker punch of cologne and a gold watch flanked Joy and I.

“Hi, what’s your name?” Too much cologne asked.

“I’m thinking Singapore slings,” I decided and poked Joy, “Or do you want mudslides again?”

Cologne came right in close and I chuckled. I do not giggle when I’m drunk. He flashed so many white teeth. Probably too many. Or maybe they were too big.

“You’re a beautiful woman,” He waved down the bartender.

“No, I’m sorry, really. My friend’s just been getting me in trouble all night. Can you help me get her to a cab? Please?” Joy was doing a poor job of getting the wingman on the hook. Had to be self sabotage. She was smoking in her slutty red dress. Her dark brown hair was all wavy, bitch, and she took half as long to get ready as me!

“Hey, did we lose Claire? And where are the others? Were there others? I remember showing up with boys.”

“She’s absolutely wasted. You’re a lifesaver. Thank you so much,” I felt her rubbing my arm, “Sweetie, c’mon, I know where we can go to keep partying.”

“I think your friend is trying to take you from me.” The gold watch said.

“Fuck off, she’s obliterated.” The words kept swirling around from all directions. Joy pulled me from the bar and I hopped off the stool, landed on a tilt and wobbled but did not fall down. I’m a goddamn ninja. What’s the girl word for ninja? Kun-something or other. Matthew would know.

“Hey, we hear from Matthew yet?” I asked Joy but she shook her head. I stumbled a little bit. I was more tilty drunk than blind drunk.

“I got you,” The gold watch was pushed away for Joy’s guy.

“Hey, don’t forget Joy!” I warned him, “You’ll like her. She’s nuts.”

“I’m right here, Misty,” Joy wrapped my other arm, “We’re going to grab a cab.”

“Do you like my shoes?”

“Yeah, sure sweetheart,” He glanced down at my legs. I have a lot of legs, it takes a lot more than that to see my shoes.

“You can look again,” I assured him.

“She is dangerous,” The guy was nervous. Boo! I ate nervous guys at breakfast... I laughed.

The streetlights were kind of amberish and dirty. We passed the sleepy bouncer. The fresh air, harbor air, chemical air kicked me in the face.

“You two stay here,” Joy’s boy said as we reached the curb, “I’ll flag down the cab.”

“There’s only one boy for the two of us,” I excitedly warned Joy.

“Calm down, crazy,” She squeezed my hand.

“Where’d my boy go?”

“He was a bit of a creep,” Joy stroked my hair.

“Oh,” I saw my purse next to hers on her arm, “Give me my phone.”

“In the cab, crazy,” She promised.

“I paid for the cab, get your friend home safe,” The boy offered his hand. I never had a gentleman before. I bet he was hiding a complete freak. He held the door as I reached the cab.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Joy said to the guy as she pushed me in through the open door.

“Where to?” Asked the cabbie with the brutal East Coast accent.

“Um...” Joy was still outside with the guy, “Hurry up you two?”

“Night, thanks again!” A kiss on the cheek? Shame on you, girlfriend. Joy climbed in next to me without shoving me up against the door to make room for the guy. Then she closed the door behind herself. Boo!

“She going to be OK?” I was talked at again. People were rude.

“She’ll be fine,” Joy explained. I felt a hand run through my hair. She garbled something about Harborview Towers. Matty’s place sucks. Gentleman boy smacked the roof of the cab as we pulled away from the club.

“No, no, no,” I routed through my purse for my phone, “Let’s go see Paul.”

“Misty you’re wasted.”

“Yep, good wasted,” I smirked at Joy, “You can come too. Hell you can come twice.”

“I’m not pissed enough at Matthew to go looking up his friends,” Joy shook me. I grabbed her arm and couldn’t stop giggling, chuckling, chortling, laughing as I pulled her all about. She was well tickled when she slapped my hands off of her.

“So you’re going to send me this drunk to Craps?” I poked her but tickle war two was avoided as she managed to shove me off straight away.

“Craps may be bad but he’s not capable of doing anything other than putting you to bed cuddling a bucket,” Joy rebuked me, “We could both use a bed. Besides, since when am I a ‘Let’s go see Paul!’ kind of girl?”

“I didn’t valley girl like that,” I pouted. We were turning by The Alehouse to head down Brunswick Street. Paul quickly responded to my question marks and eggplant emojis with a “Doors opened” I waved my phone at Joy, “Please? Please, please, please? Pleeease?”

“Brunswick Street or Paul’s?” The cabbie mocked.

“Fuck it, Paul’s,” Joy stretched out. There’s my girl! I rattled off the address as I recalled it. Joy corrected me.

“Lucky bastard,” Growled the cabbie.

“Alright,” I tickled her again. She ninja’d my hands again, “Do we need ground rules or are you cool?”

“I’m leaving you at Paul’s sweetie. I’m going to bed.”

“Boo!”

“God you’re an irritating bitch,” She snarked.

“Two stops? Anything over 50 you’re going to have to cover it,” The cabbie interjected.

“Anything over 25 and you’re robbing us blind,” Joy snapped back.

“Jesus,” He grumbled.

“Don’t be mean, Joy,” I told her.

“You know I was excited to have you in town again. We’ve been drinking every night Misty. I can’t keep up with you right now,” Joy grumbled, “What the fuck did you do in Europe?”

“Johnny, Shawn, Ivan, Rene and Inga,” I recalled, “Mostly Rene.”

“We’re here,” We pulled up in front of the house.

“Over 50 my ass, the meter reads 13,” Joy made sure the strap of my purse was wrapped around my wrist and dragged me out of the car.

“Oh, you’re getting out too!” I exclaimed picking up her purse from the bench for her, “Good girl. Paul nights are great.”

“No, I’m...” Joy rushed around me as I shut the door of the cab. The cabbie tore away. I stepped backwards and the heel of my stiletto scraped across the sidewalk. Down I went like tower full of plane. I was laughing off the pain.

Meghan Reid — Saturday July 18th, 2015

My sister had reached the midpoint of her misadventures earlier this morning with grand hand gestures. If Matthew had been an hour earlier, there’d have been impossibly more profanities. As it was IVs they had given her to rehydrate had just recently lifted her to the point that the doctor had signed off on pain meds stronger than ibuprofen. She had needed them. You could see the morphine swimming in her eyes. I’d gotten the full story from Joy. A story that had actually happened. Misty was blushing, which she only does around Matthew and it was infuriating, about this cute guy name Rene she had met at the bar. Not true. I wondered if she was going to take the story to its ridiculous end or blame her ankle on her broken stiletto. No, Misty was shameless enough to keep the story rolling.

“She OK?” Janine crowded me by the window. Leaning down to the smell the flowers on the sill. Joseph was sweet. White camellias and lavender, more my thing than Misty, but the gesture was nice. Not even he had known anything about Matthew’s trip, ugh, Janine’s abduction. Misty rambled on. She was certainly more PG-13 right now. When I had driven in that morning I had learned my sister said cunt with an English accent. Nothing else seems to have stuck from her trip. Fanny still meant butt to her.

“It’s mostly a twisted ankle though her x-rays show a hairline fracture,” I explained drawing Matthew away from Misty, “She might be better in two weeks or she might be on crutches right until school in September.”

“Well, on the bright side, crutches’ll make her tits look great,” Matthew joked. Misty flared red as a tomato. I rolled my eyes.

“You just like the ones that can’t run away,” I’m always told strangers can’t tell when I’m being sarcastic. I was first told that by Janine. I’d figure she’d be able to catch it here but she looked aghast.

“That too,” Matthew agreed with a smile.

“I’m going to go to the washroom,” I told my siblings, “I’m going to borrow Janine.”

“Uh...” Matthew almost interrupted. Janine met his eyes and I was further worried.

“It’s OK Matthew, you need a cup of coffee too,” I couldn’t disagree with her, “We’ll be in the caf.”

“Alright,” Matthew mumbled. He almost wanted to follow but I could see guilt when he looked down at Misty. No surprise. Matthew was always a fuck up first and wallow in his mistakes later goof. How fucking bad was the Janine mistake? “Quit hogging the bed, cripple!”

Misty laughed as Matthew lifted her by the hips and slid her over to the edge of the bed. He then hopped up next to her.

“C’mon Janine,” I rolled my eyes theatrically, “Before they get all silly and everything.”

We passed Misty’s doctor in the hallway. I waved to her and she smiled back. I was hoping to get Misty released for dinner but because she had learned to imbibe alcohol from her brother’s suicidal friends and was now swimming in painkillers, I probably couldn’t expect to have an orderly wheeling her out tomorrow morning.

“So, I haven’t seen you since the Christening,” I kicked Janine straight in the feelings the moment we were out of earshot.

“Yeah, thanks Godmother.” She ground her teeth, “I can’t believe you didn’t tell Matthew then. Thank you.”

“Well, you are bad for him. Nearly as bad as he is for you.” I jabbed the elevator button a couple of times, “Even if you had to come back, why would you see him?”

“You don’t know?” She chewed her lip, “Fuck.”

“What don’t I know?” A couple of visitors flowed out of the elevator before we could get on.

“Matthew came to Ottawa with some girl name Gwendolyn,” I explained, “Have you met her?”

“Janine,” I rolled my eyes. Some waitress might dissuade Matthew for a moment but he nosedived his life for 10 years over Janine. Fuck Gwendolyn, “Can we focus on something important?”

“You should meet her,” Janine grumbled, “And the other girls?”

“Seriously? I’ve been to the restaurant before. I get it, they love Matthew but are completely underwhelmed by him. One of them hooked up with him? That doesn’t tell me shit about you! What the fuck is going on?” I grabbed her arm and she reached across herself to grab mine.

“He’s not going to be happy about this,” Janine ground her teeth, “But what choice do we have?”

“About what? What is this? A bracelet?” She had clasped a silver bangle around my left wrist. It was simple, classy. It was really me. It was another pointless distraction.

“Matthew owns people.”

Misty Reid — Friday, July 17th, 2015

“Fuck you!” Joy shouted as the cabbie drove off. I was laughing on my ass on the sidewalk. Joy scowled at me, “Eight nights in two weeks. Eight. And I’m stranded somewhere stupid with you. Again!”

“We still got Paul. Hey, have you ever had a threesome before?” I asked grinning.

“Sort of, I was with three guys once. They just sort of took turns, too afraid to touch each other when they were with me. Pussies. And certainly not because they were what they ate. Seriously, should’ve fucked a girl like you did. What’s it like with a girl involved? Or did you and...Ingrid was it?”

“Inga.”

“Whatever, did you and Inga just go straight girl-girl in England? Well not straight. Except I guess you’re straight,” Joy murmured and sat down on the grass next to me, “I mean did you break your dyke cherry with her?”

“No, Inga was trans. Big boy hands and still had her dick. Otherwise she passed. I should get you in touch with whoever did her tits.”

“And fuck you,” Joy rolled her eyes and climb back to her feet. She paced in front of my legs for a bit, “You fucked a tranny?”

“No, she fucked me. Now, help me up!” I growled at her. Joy’s a tiny girl: 5′2″, 105 pounds. She wasn’t much help dragging my 5′11″, 155 pounds to my feet. Now, I’m not fat, I’m just tall and I even lift, bro, and I’ve got a great ass. And tits! Do you like 36 DDs? I would, but that’d take reduction surgery to go down a cup size. Joy’s got just a pair of perky little handfuls B’s. Great tits though, especially in her red dress.

“Your heel’s crooked,” Joy made sure to wrap an arm around my waist, “You should take them off.”

“It’s still good. It’s still good.”

“Not enough to walk, even the twelve steps to Paul’s door. Let go of my elbow and take off your shoes! It wouldn’t be the first time you left the bar with your heels in hand.”

“Oh, but they’re so cute,” I pouted.

“Yeah, and right now you’re 6′2″, Paul’s going to need a stepladder,”

“That’s racist,” I frowned.

“It’s not racist that an Asian guy is shorter than you, Amazon,” Joy squatted down and slipped my heels off, “It’s just a fact.”

“Want to know another fact?” I asked.

“You get this from your brother don’t you?” She rolled her eyes as I stepped barefoot in the grass. It was cool. I liked it.

“Nope, no stupid there’s a giant strawberry vodka cloud way out in space kinda fact,” I promised.

“OK, what’s your fact?”

“Doors opened!” I quoted, jiggling my phone.

“OK, but Paul better have a couch for me,” She said leading me to the door, “I’m certainly not going up to the bedroom with you two.”

“You sure? I mean I’m not some rugmuncher and I was only willing to finger you if I really had to,” I smiled.

“Thanks, crazy, you’re a pal,” She blew a raspberry, “Why’d you pick him? What do you like about Paul?”

“He’s big,” I flashed all my teeth, “And not just for an Chinese guy.”

“Yes, I’m the racist one,” She laughed, “And how big is big?”

“Seven inches maybe? Six at least.”

“Wait, that’s big to you?” Joy crinkled her eyebrows.

“Really big, yeah.” I mean, yeah.

“God, I got to take better care of my girl,” Joy murmured as she opened the door for us, we stepped straight into the living room, “Hurray a couch!”

“Who the fuck is showing up now!” Some shrill bitch screamed and stomped down the stairs. She was a cute girl. Blonde, a little older than us, small tits in a blue bra under a shredded top. She wore too much red lipstick.

“It doesn’t matter who they are,” Paul followed down. He flashed a smile and forgot me entirely for Joy. Bastard, “We’ve been done for weeks, Lara. We’re still done.”

“You’re Matthew’s bitch sister!” I don’t think the bitch heard Paul. She stopped on the bottom step and still had to look up to snarl at me.

“No, I’m his whore sister,” I get mistaken for my bitch sister way too much. I may have been giggl-chuckling when I said: “Meghan’s still in Pictou.”

I took the slap straight on my chin. Joy leapt to my defense. That girl is half wolverine. I staggered back a step and the threshold of the door was slippery under my stockinged feet. Fuck!

Janine Porre — Saturday, July 18th, 2015

“Two creams and a sugar,” I put down the paper coffee cup in front of Meghan and slid her a saran wrapped tuna salad sandwich. I just had coffee for me. More cream. More sugar.

“Why? Why?” She dragged the bracelet I had caught her with around her wrist for the nth time. Her fair skin was interrupted by a thin highway of red from the irritation.

“Why’s easy. You might’ve called Hank,” I shrugged, “I’ve been focusing on how.”

“Oh God,” She put her face in her hands. Meghan was gorgeous now. She had been a bit chunky in high school and I bet Matthew had never saw her change. She was slender, fit, not so muscly like Misty but not soft like Gwendolyn was. She looked a lot like her mom had whereas Misty favored their dad. Matthew leant more towards Meghan, “What’s he going to do with... Everyone? You? Me?”

“Everyone?” I wondered, “He said something about starting a business.”

“Right, he said that to me too,” She sighed, “I actually feel better to know that he has people he can exploit to get that to work right. I mean, I’m horrified, but if it’s not on his shoulders it could succeed.”

“Yeah...” I worried about Tiffany and Raena though, “Me, I’m simple. We’re going to be in love.”

“Jesus!” Blasphemy is a great swear word, even if you think religion is bullshit like Meghan does. And I do I guess. Or, I did. I fingered my own bracelet. I wondered if Jesus was just another man like Matthew? I pulled myself back from that rabbit hole. I knew nothing but my slavery, our slavery now. Driving myself insane with ‘What ifs?’ and ‘How the fucks?’ wasn’t going to help.

“Then there’s you,” She finally pulled her hands away from her face to stare me in the eyes, “I think he’s going to try and set you up with Joseph.”

“Fuck me,” she whimpered and sipped her coffee.

“I don’t think he’d do that,” I really didn’t. Meghan hadn’t even considered that he might, but she realized he could, she shivered. She managed to lose even more color in her face. She shut her eyes and took another sip.

“Joseph hasn’t had the balls to ask me out in the eleven years I’ve known him.”

“You were sixteen when he first liked you,” I defended our third musketeer.

“Yeah, and I’m glad he didn’t then, but look, I’m glad he’s my friend, our friend, but he’s never been worth it,” She sighed, “Could be worse? Who’s he giving Ryan?”

“Harriet something?”

“Motherfucker!” Meghan slapped the table, “You know, she’d rather date Matthew?” That wasn’t selling Matthew, that was condemning Craps.

“I don’t know who she is,” I didn’t care either, “I’m going to look out for you.”

“I’m going to look out for you too,” Meghan smiled, “But if you take one of these bracelets near Misty, I’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“Jesus Meggy,” I blanched and didn’t care for my sandwich any longer.

“How many?”

“What?”

“Me, you, Gwen, and...” she counted.

“Gwendolyn,” I roboted.

“How. Many.” She stared hard at my eyes. All the Reids are green eyed. All different greens. Misty has this bluish tinge and Matthew’s is forest green. Meghan’s have this swampy brown to them. They’re pretty, once and if you realize they’re pretty. They’re also really dark. I didn’t feel good.

“I’ve only met five others. Apparently there’s a whole restaurant of them too. I would be surprised if that’s everyone.”

“We’re not going to visit Misty and discover he’s amassed an army of nurses?”

“Apparently he needs a girl to show a new recruit the ropes,” I sighed. The rules were weird. Matthew’s rules were hardly true, “Without me up there, he’s harmless.”

“Fuck,” Meghan growled, “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

“Though—”

“God! You’ve been taken from—”

“I can’t let you tell him about Janie.” I grabbed her right hand in both of mine. She certainly felt my fingernails digging in, “I can’t be with her. She’s with her dad.”

“But, what about her dad! What about Hank? What about love?”

“That’s why I had to bring you in, Meghan,” I sighed, “I’ll always have almost love. I almost love Matthew too. With what you know, you endanger my daughter. I had to stop you. I didn’t have a choice.”

Misty Reid — Saturday, July 18th, 2015

“Let her up, psycho,” Paul chuckled as he lifted Joy off of the bitch by a tight around the belly bearhug. I threw sneakers I had plopped down onto aside and lurched up.

“Ah! Shit, my stocking’s all runny now,” I was a mess. My dress was missing sparkly bits too. I could only imagine how my hair had survived. I was glad I wasn’t wearing much makeup besides lip gloss. Lip gloss that had probably needed a touchup and hour ago.

“You’ve had fucked up stockings since the second bar, Misty. Stop bitching about it.”

“I hate you,” The blonde cunt spat at my face. I was offended, angry, but mostly disinterested. I wasn’t a “claw marks and shrieking hellcat” type like my girl was. Joy had scratched the bitch good under her left ear and across her jaw. I just stuck my tongue at her as she stomped out into the street. My body twitched when she threatened, “I can’t wait to tell your brother.”

“If you find him, tell him to call home!” I shouted at a door already slammed shut.

“Aw, fuck, this has been fun, but if I have to deal with your brother...” Paul sighed.

“Too late now!” I giggled, fine this time it really was a giggle, not like an airhead but ebulliently, celebratorily. I grabbed my warrior girl and lifted her up in a silly hug, “How are things looking for our hero?”

“Put me down,” Joy said politely, “Please.”

“Nope,” I carried her towards the steps as Paul watched us, “Don’t keep a lady and a whore waiting?”

“Which one of you is the lady?” Paul raised an eyebrow.

“The one being manhandled!” Joy laughed.

“Womanhandled,” I tried to take the stairs but Joy was flailing me off balance, “You have to come upstairs for a manhandling.”

“Seriously? Both of you?”

“She’s drunker than she thinks she is,” I had to put Joy down and she sat down on the third step, grabbing the banister, “I think I’ll crash on your couch, it that’s OK?”

“But—”

“That’s totally cool,” Paul interrupted me, “There’s blankets and pillows in the closet by the kitchen.”

“Thanks, I—”

“Talk, talk, talk,” I grabbed the rail and swung my hips to bump Joy in the ear as I walked past her, “I came here because I don’t think the party’s over. Paul?”

“Nice to meet you, Joy,” They had met a half dozen times since I’d been in town.

“Hey, Joy,” She looked up at me, “Bedroom doors opened.”

“Yeah, fuck that,” Joy sighed.

“Welcome back, Misty,”

“I’m hitting the head, see you in a minute,” I leaned over and kissed him. He grabbed my ass and spun me away from his door towards the washroom. I sauntered over and hiked up my skirt and dragged down my g-string. I swear I was only in there for a minute.

“Misty, sweetie,” Joy slipped in with a knock on the door, “Are you feeling OK?”

I looked up at her. I took a deep breath. I felt way more sober. I reached for the toilet paper.

“A little cross-eyed. Still horny as fuck,” I yawned.

“Of course you are,” She laughed. I left my panties on the floor and dragged the hem of my skirt down a bit before I flushed. She turned to the door.

“You’re coming?”

“Yeah,”

“Cool, we’ll be in the bedroom,” She squeezed my elbow.

Misty in the mirror wasn’t at her best. I wiped away my makeup with some paper towel and looked better. I flashed my teeth and smelled my breath. Was that grenadine? I took a swig of Paul’s mouthwash and flashed my teeth at the woman in the mirror. Perfect. Perfect enough. Did Joy say we’ll be in the bedroom.

I slid across the hardwood floors on my nylon covered feet. Yes! Good boy! Paul had seduced Joy. Probably wasn’t hard, she had shaved her cunt before going out. She’s not really one to put in the work and take a dead night well.

“Hey baby,” Paul sat on the edge of his bed with a hand tied up in Joy’s hair, “Feeling better?”

“Not as good as you are,” I grinned, “Yet.”

I sank to my knees and slipped up against Joy’s back. It felt, good, strange, slutty. I laid my hand onto hers, stroking Paul’s hard cock into her lips. I was leaning over her shoulder, licking around her mouth. Paul put his other hand in my hair. I slid my other hand over Joy’s breast and under her dress.

“Misty,” She smiled her girlish smile as I replaced her over the head of Paul’s dick, “Ground rules?”

“If you don’t like something, stop doing it,” Paul suggested and I agreed. My lips coming off of him like a pop. I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I was about ready to stop feeling her up.

“I think he’s ready for us up there,” Joy whispered in my ear.

“There’s no way he’s ready for us,” I slipped off his cock and whispered back. Joy and I converged this time. I felt her lips with my tongue as we laved around the head of his hard cock. This felt amazing. I’ve known Joy since grade 3. We knew every fucking ridiculous sexual thing the other had ever done. Well, I still had a few England stories to tell and she had a few college stories from last year. We were doctorates in the theory of the other’s sexuality. We had no fucking idea. Just being here with her. I felt better than I had in months. I felt part of something, I felt like I was with family, if that makes sense for when you’re fucking. And as good as it felt for us, me at least, there was how good it felt for Paul.

“Fuck yeah,” Paul grinned, “But—uh!”

He was cumming against our cheeks. Joy and I went livid red.

“Fuck you!” Joy growled, we had hardly even got started and he had emptied on u.

“He’s still got more in him,” A voice called from the doorway and I turned. Blonde bitch was back. Her punky top and cut off shorts were gone. She just wore her blue underwear and lurid lipstick, “He took a viagra when you text him.

“Jesus Christ!” Joy startled at the intrusion. She saw the band-aid over where she had slashed the blonde. Cum dripped from Joy’s cheeks as she smiled.

“Lara, go home!”

“I don’t have a home! This was my home!”

“And you’ve been evicted,”

“Stop,” I announced. I climbed to my feet and Paul’s cock had as well. He breathed hard and I started for the zipper of my dress. Joy joined me and we divested the clothes from each other. Paul watched us, we were still messy around the lips.

“Girls,” He panted, ready to beg.

“He wants you to lick his cum off of each other,” The bitch growled.

“No,” I said and Joy looked relieved, “You want to butt in, that’s your price of admission.”

Joy undid my bra from behind. Lara just stared as I shucked the garment to the floor. She seemed as awed by my rack as boys did. I grinned and cum slipped off of me and onto my tits. Lara inched forward.

“I think you should go,” Joy told Lara.

“I figure we give her the chance to pussy out and run,” I voted.

“What if she calls your bluff?”

“What bluff?” That made Lara shake a little. I put on my best mean girl smile.

Lara grabbed my tits and licked the rope of cum that pooled there. I raised an eyebrow. She had to rise up on her toes to approach my face. I stood tall. I could hear Paul jacking off behind me. I felt her tongue across my mouth and knew, I didn’t find girls attractive at all but telling them what to do? That was fucking hot. Lara didn’t pussy out and she swallowed loudly. I pushed her to Joy.

“Clean her up and strip her down,” I ordered. I had been needy when I arrived. I was empowered now. Paul shuffled back on his bed as I climbed up over him. I skewered my pussy, “Fuck yes.”

“Ah,” He groaned. I was overselling the feeling. I hate condoms. But if blonde bitch is Paul’s idea of a side piece, I wasn’t knocking it. He grabbed my tits and dragged me down to his mouth. I felt his teeth and tongue as he took me in his mouth. I moaned riding him in long steady strokes. I was in no hurry. Joy slipped up on my left. Lara stuck her tongue in my ass.

“Christ!” I lurched up. This was a new experience. I wasn’t repaying this favor. I reached behind myself and took a fistful of Lara’s hair. She felt dirty, greasy, I wasn’t surprised. She gnawed and tongued my asshole as I awkwardly bounced on Paul’s dick.

“He eat pussy well?” Joy asked as she kicked her knee over Paul’s face and drove her sex down onto his face.

“Not like she eats shit,” I wobbled. Joy grabbed my hand and we met each other’s eyes. This was weird but both of us were grinning like idiots. She hesitated and reached for my clit. I reminded her, “Stop if you don’t like it.”

I found myself on a hair trigger as Joy rolled my clit. Lara’s tongue twisted inside me and Paul lurched beneath me. It was an awkward mess for each of us but it was so filthy I couldn’t help but heave and cum. I let go of Lara and wrapped my arm around Joy’s head. I smothered her in my tits. She pulled her hand back from my cunt, I would’ve loved more torment from her fingers and my cum crashed sooner than it might’ve. I let her breathe.

“Wow,” I reached back dragged Lara out of my ass.

“Give me the dick,” Joy growled at me. I was happy to lift off. Joy rushed forward, reverse cowgirl down Paul’s bosy but Lara moved her face forward first. She tugged off the condom and started sucking the cock. I turned red and angry, Lara eased that whole cock into her throat. Neither Joy nor I could’ve done that. It was Joy’s turn.

“Another condom?” I asked Paul. His face was stained in Joy. He was cross eyed and happy.

“Dresser, top drawer,” He moaned and held Joy by both ass cheeks. My girl was impatient as hell for that dick so I leapt off the foot of the bed. I should’ve taken my stockings off. I slammed into the dresser and only stayed on my feet because I was leaning so far forward I couldn’t pull the dresser down on top of me. I grabbed the first Durex I could find and rushed around to Lara.

“Enough cock sucking,” I grabbed the bitch by the left leg and ripped her backwards, “It’s her turn to ride.”

“Bitch!” Lara growled. Joy rearranged Paul so that he wasn’t perpendicular to the bed. I flashed the finger over my shoulder as I ripped open the condom packet with my teeth. I kneed up on the bed and rolled the rubber down his cock. Joy balanced herself with a hand on my shoulder and speared herself.

“What do you think?” I asked her and she put her other hand on my cheek.

“You made a great call,” She spoke as if each thrust emptied her lungs completely, “Hey, bitch?”

“Don’t call me bitch,” Lara came up beside me. I slipped back and undid her bra. She even muttered a thank you. She was crushed. I was taking the next turn. If Paul survived maybe she’d get a turn.

“I’ll call you what I want slut,” Joy snarled.

“I’m so glad I stayed in tonight,” Paul chuckled, “You want a finger up your ass, Joy?”

“No,” She then screamed, a good scream, “I said no.”

“You were wrong, obviously,” He chuckled and I was sober enough not to care that I giggled.

“Maybe I should go,” Lara said and I pushed her away.

“Sure thing, bitch,” I laughed and reached as awkwardly for Joy’s cunt as she had for mine. I touched her and both of her hands grabbed my wrist.

“Maybe she should do it,”

“Maybe she should leave,” I suggested. Lara shouldered me aside, and started rubbing Joy. I let her, climbing up on my knees and brushing aside the hair from Joy’s face.

Joy looked younger than she was. She was all woman, obviously, but her cheeks were a little chubby and her figure, minus the perky tits, a little boyish. She had dark brown eyes and couldn’t smile because it seemed that all the muscles in her body were being fucked loose. She grinned. I had kissed her before, lots of times, and I mean made out. It was how we spent grade nine. I didn’t this time. Then it was silly, now it would be serious.

“Oh!” Joy murmured quietly as she started to tremor. She blinked and shut her eyes hard. Lara’s hand moved faster. Hot cum slathered down the bitch’s fingers.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Paul joined in. He rocked and spurted into the condom. I slipped back from the bed, more careful this time, we’d need another. I turned around and saw Lara’s pale ass wiggling. She was hot, her labia opened and ready. I spanked her right across the sex and she shrieked. Joy joined in sympathetically.

“Wow, fuck,” Joy let Paul push her off of his lap by the ass. She giggled (There is a difference between what I did all night and Joy. That’s what a giggle sounds like!) and shook about on the comforter. Lara dragged off the spent condom and moved of the bed towards a garbage can.

Viagra, wow. His cock went down but he took a deep breath or twelve and he was right up again. I spat out the corner of the condom packet and had to take another rip to get it open. I straddled his left leg as I rolled it down his cock. Proud of my accomplishments, I slapped Joy on the knee.

“You done yet?” I asked her red face.

“I’ll catch the next one,” She promised.

“Good,” I kicked my leg over his and reached down to line myself up. Lara appeared behind me again. I looked over her shoulder and saw little miss butthurt ready to pitch a fit. “Eat my ass again?”

“Fuck you! I get a turn!” Lara grabbed me by the left leg and yanked me off the foot of the bed. I had never screamed like that before. She had way more strength than I imagined. I didn’t think to grab the bedclothes, Paul or Joy and just took to the air. I saw the look on her face as I went by. Bitch was smiling. Joy was ready to pounce again. She was going to be torn up by my friend. I started to smile, vindicate but that’s when my foot rebounded hard off the middle drawer of Paul’s dresser.

Misty Reid – Saturday, July 18th, 2015

“You put your foot through a dresser?” He laughed at me, “Nutbar.”

“It wasn’t my fault,” I hadn’t told a lot of lies. I had left out Lara sure. Paul was nowhere to be found. I kind of mixed in a stupid London story as well. Plus I kept the delicate details to myself. He seemed happy about that, “He was a shit interior decorator. There should have been a foot of empty space there. Bad Feng Shui.”

“Sounds more like bad Kung-Fu.”

“I’ll have you know my Kung Fu is strong.”

“I should hope so, you managed to slay the terrible chest of drawers!”

“Yep, I’m a badass,” I leaned my head on his shoulder, “I missed you brother.”

I was getting teary eyed. Stupid drugs.

“I missed you too,” He kissed my hair.

“But, you knew where I was!” If I had been sober, maybe this wouldn’t have come up like the onion rings I had ralphed in the ambulance. I felt like something hard and painful was thawing in my stomach. What the hell? I didn’t realized I had been scared. I just thought I was frustrated and a little bit pissed.

“You’re right. I was an asshole,” He nodded, “You know what. I was going to talk to Meghan about this first but it’s not just about me. It can’t be just about me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I can do something incredible,” He sighed, “And probably evil.”

“Evil?” I snorted.

“Yeah, see, I can have any woman there is. And I have been.”

Fuck. This is why I missed my brother! The over under was that I’d stop laughing before they removed the plaster. He had managed that same sincere sarcasm that I expected out of Meghan. The laughs hit me again. Any woman? Matthew? Could I break my ribs for laughing?