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Dawn Rhodes — Wednesday, July 22nd, 2015

I woke up. This was the eighth time I had woken up. I loved that Matt was back. I hated that Sara was. I had to reach between my legs and grab Sara’s wrist. She was out of it. She was sucking on my nipple and trying to finger me. Phoebe was gone. She slept with Ryan most nights. I gritted my teeth and reached for my phone. I had to get up anyways.

“Sweetie?” I don’t know why I had started calling my sisters in slavery sweetie or girl. There were so many of them now. Was it worth my time to remember names? No, it wasn’t that but I could tell myself it was, “I got to go to work, girl.”

I flinched. I expected her to bite me by the way her lips moved. She never did, she would, if Matt liked that thing, but otherwise she was really gentle. I just couldn’t sleep with a finger in my pussy. I had tried to sleep with a shirt on or even pajama pants last night. Sara had woken me purposefully to complain that she couldn’t sleep. I stroked her blonde hair, it was getting to a styleable length.

“Dawn?”

“About half an hour ago,” I punned but she looked confused, “I need to shower for work.”

“Do you want company?” No. But she was so sincere I smiled.

“Yeah, come on,” I shook my head and slipped out of the bed. Sara was out and around the far side before I had found the slippers I had bought. I had bought. With money I had made. I was proud of my garishly yellow fuzzy slippers. They were so comfy. Sara flinched as she flicked the light on. I had the opportunity to adjust a little before I made it to the bathroom.

This was our apartment. When I had first moved in I had been a filthy hairy mess, not unlike the apartment itself. Phoebe and I had corrected that. Well she had imperiously pointed to things she had found intolerable and I had scrubbed, scoured, laundered, replaced, cleaned and done everything short of repainting the place. Deborah had helped me out. I slid the dark red outer shower curtain open, I hadn’t replaced the dollar store inner curtain yet. Maybe that’s why Phoebe was living with Ryan and Joseph. Sara had slipped in around without touching the curtains. She liked the shower warmer than I did. I needed the pick me up.

“Just a shower this morning,” I told her. I was way early anyways. I could’ve fucked her.

“OK,” she grinned happily. She grabbed her loofah ball as I stepped into the shower. It was seconds before I was even fully wet, she was rubbing my body wash into my skin. She gripped strongly, it hurt whenever she touched and felt divine when she moved onto the next section. I found my shampoo was empty. There was another untouched bottle right there. Life had changed for me. I was practically a real girl now, except for the strings on me. I tried to wake up as I rinsed away the shampoo and picked up the conditioner. Sara wasn’t listening. Her fingers strummed my clit and teased my asshole. I hadn’t been fucked up the ass yet. Melody’s sodomy had been brutal. Eden claimed Matt had learned from his actions. All evidence to the contrary.

“Sweetie,” I huffed with my knees wobbling. I wrapped my arm around Sara’s shoulders. She was shorter than me. There weren’t many. Tiffany and Kelly? I spat out a mouthful of shower.

“Sweetie!” I slid my foot across the tub bottom. I didn’t trust Sara to hold me up if I slipped. She wasted no time on my pussy. I shut my eyes, thought about Matt, and just let the waves hit me. I tried to take another deep breath. I spat out some more shower, “Oh, you are good that.”

“Really?” She beamed, “I’m glad you’re my sister now, Dawn.”

“Yeah, you’re really lucky,” I shook out the cobwebs and let the smile drop off my lips.

“I know,” She grinned, “Can you wash my hair?”

“Sure girl,” Her shampoo smelled nicer than mine. I tried to make sure mine didn’t smell at all. I came close. Sara melted under my fingers. I let my mind wander. I thought about my dad. He’d have been proud of me for taking the job at the restaurant seriously, even if he sneered at being prep cook. I missed him. I hoped I wouldn’t see him again. I didn’t find myself behind my eyes and aware until the apartment building door clicked shut behind me.

It was warm. I cut across the courtyard. I left the corner store with a peanut butter Oh Henry. My third one ever. I ate very well thanks to Franklin. I cooked for me and Sara. Right now, I wanted garbage. It was so tasty. I felt sorry for all of those half-humans with peanut allergies.

“Good morning, Fran,” The cluck of nuns was arriving at St Patrick’s. Two wrinkly old bats and the young one. Poor girl. Matt was a way better Lord to have. I smirked.

“Good morning, Dawn,” Fran replied with a frown. I wish I worked a little later. After her armed with rulers guards left her to look after Father Leon, I might’ve gotten a nice cup of coffee. She was my friend. My friend, the my was important. I had gotten used to sharing everything. Right now it was just Fran and a pair of yellow slippers. I slipped out my phone.

Reddit, Instagram and Tumblr later I was up on Spring Garden road. Flynn’s was a stoplight away. I could see Gwen opening the restaurant. I pocketed my phone. I should get a purse. There were six of them in the closet with all the clothes and stuff we had taken from the mansion. I’d buy my own. I sometimes met up with Rajani at the mall, when her shift was ending. She wouldn’t mind finding something that fit me. She was always asking about Matt. I could handle that.

“Good morning,” I announced myself as I walked in the front door.

“Morning, Dawn,” Gwen smiled. She hadn’t been at work since she had left with Matt to Ottawa. Deborah had round us all up to contribute a bit to Gwen’s rent. I wasn’t asked for much, just a day or two’s worth of tip shares. I know Courtney was bitching about it though. Harmlessly bitching. She wasn’t Eden, “Franklin’s going to run you ragged this morning.”

“Yeah, he does that,” I frowned. I think he wanted me in the kitchen with the other cooks. Phoebe never left the dishroom, “You OK? You look scared.”

“I got a call from the police yesterday,” She shook her head, “A guy I had met in Montreal was murdered.”

“Oh my God!” I rushed over and touched her arm. Did she used to live in Quebec or something? Did she visit a while ago? I let her wrap me up in a hug. She stopped shaking after a half minute.

“Yeah, Matthew hasn’t been at his place.”

“Why would he?” I asked, “Deborah’s place—”

“Try not to throw that around. I mean, there’s still customers and Franklin who aren’t covered like us.”

“Oh, well,” I stepped back, “Feel better?”

“Maybe,” She grumbled. I slipped behind her to clock in. I didn’t think I could or want to help. I cut through the line and waved to Franklin. He was dumping mountains of sausages into a giant cauldron pot. It would be the two of us for a half hour or so.

“Dawnie!” Franklin lit up his broad black smile. Everyone here that wasn’t a diva waitress was awesome.

“Frankie!” I shouted back. I had my apron and hairnets in the back. I returned to several flats of strawberries and a tiny knife. Dig, twist, push my thumb. Easy robot work. I got started.

The morning was just another morning. Today I mixed and seared three orders of pancakes before I was needed all in in the dishroom. I never cooked meat yet. I’d’ve thought about asking Franklin but I was tits deep in soiled spoons that the only thing I really thought about were lyrics to terrible songs.

Phoebe relieved me a little after ten. First the chocolate bar and then I was chomping through syrup soaked waffles. The cheat day of cheat days. At least I didn’t drink pop.

“Yeah, I finish up here and then I have to work again with Matthew,” Eden was growling when she entered the staffroom. Courtney followed with a tiny salad in one hand. I stuffed another slick chunk of waffle in my mouth. I felt warm happy.

“Stop bitching when we’re jealous of you,” Courtney growled and slid down across from me, “Oh, hi Dawnie.”

“Hi Courtneyie.”

“I love this girl,” Eden leaned over and kissed my hair, “Did you hear about tonight?”

“No, it doesn’t have to do with Gwen’s murder, I hope.”

“No, we’re murdering her on the weekend,” Courtney assured me. I rolled my eyes. Fucking waffles! I licked my lips.

“I meant about the catering thing,” Eden was looking at me funny, “He and Ms Flynn are supposedly buying the vans today and Robin apparently had some gig lined up. Matthew’s overdoing it.”

“Like always,” Courtney unhappily forked in her rabbit food as she watched my pancakes, “Seriously, how many sluts is he going to come home with this time?”

“Over under on 5?” Eden stripped off her tank top and pulled out her waitress’s shirt.

“Under,” I declared.

“Yeah, 2’s the safe bet,” Courtney shrugged.

“Just the gig tonight? Sure,” Eden slipped a card onto the table. It was a pale blue with a darker blue bird logo. Babybird Catering – Eden McMaster, Assistant Manager. Followed by the Klein street address and a phone number, “He had to stop Melody from tagging the clerk at Staples when she printed these. It was one of his friends or friend’s wife or something, apparently.”

“So you’re saying he’s spent his willpower for today?” Courtney joked.

“Exactly,” Eden clipped her nametag on.

“Who else is going with you?” I pushed.

“Robin and Matthew,” She nodded, “Everyone who’s got their magic cards apparently.”

“Magic cards?” I raised an eyebrow. Matt had binders and boxes of those things in his bedroom.

“Yeah, these got magicked,” She waved the business card.

“Right,” I said seeing it, “Whoever takes one will think Babybird for their next event.”

“Why not just make it all future events?” Courtney sneered. I still had my second waffle. She was out of food. I swirled a square in a twist of whipped cream. She sneered. I smiled around my fork.

“I dunno, either he didn’t think of it or he wants us to prove we’re capable caterers.” Eden shrugged, “I gotta go clock in.”

“I hate her,” Courtney grumbled as Eden pushed through the kitchen’s back doors.

“You just want Matt tonight.”

“Yeah,” She moaned, “I’ll swing by Gwen’s and strapon up.”

“So much work,” I muttered.

“I know, right?” She sounded bummed, “But Gwen and Melody are the only ones who’ll let me do it to them anymore. Unless you’re free tonight?”

“I’m going to take a turn on top,” I shook my head.

“Yeah, no, I’ll stick with Gwen,” Courtney slumped.

“And stick it to her,” We clinked our glasses.

“Give me a corner of your waffle?”

“Eat a dick Courtney,” I smiled.

Phoebe handled her shit to the letter. When I got back, it was easy to get dragged out to the kitchen and help out Franklin. Peeling potatoes is monotonous but mashing them in a massive mixer was kind of fun. I scaled and filleted the fish that was delivered. The back half of my shift went way faster than it could’ve in the pit.

I was mopping the line, the last of my end of shift duties. I was eager to flee. Matt arrived.

The restaurant changed when Matt was here. Franklin noticed it and didn’t like it. I was paying attention but only until I saw Matt leaning in the door of the office. I hurried and finished as quickly as I could.

“We still need to get them painted and there’s some serving equipment that won’t arrive before next week. Hey girl!” Matt stopped reporting to Gwen and grabbed my waist.

“Hey boy,” I smirked.

“Uh, Matthew, we really need to talk about—”

“You finishing up?” He spoke over Gwen. I flashed her an apologetic smile but didn’t care that she was ignored.

“Got to clock out?”

“You want to come on an adventure?” He suggested. I wonder if he thought I had a choice. At least I didn’t have the choice to not want to.

“Yeah, but I smell like cooking oil and dish soap,”

“Ooh la la,” He chuckled, “Thanks Gwendolyn. I’m going to head off. Clock out and meet me in the parking lot.” He said the last bit to me and cut back through the kitchen. Gwen looked miserable.

“Text him then.” I told her and headed out the nearest waitress station. I clocked out and was fucking with my hair. Seven hours in a hairnet wasn’t the look I wanted.

“Shit! Shit shit shit shit!” Matt was bitching when I found him leaning against a dark green panel van. He looked up past me. “Hey, can you drive?”

“Not legally,” I shook my head.

“Well fuck,” He grumbled, “I’ve too much shit to do. I’ll sort this out tomorrow then.”

“OK,” I shrugged. I climbed in the passenger seat. This was his catering van apparently. There were two uncomfortable looking small seats in the back and a counter and storage space for whatever we were going to transport. Matt climbed in the driver’s seat.

“Hey,” He smiled at me, “You want to ditch everything and run away with me?”

“Sure, Vegas?”

“You’re the best, Dawn,” He smirked and put the car in drive, “Everyone else is... I need to be better for them.”

“Ouch?”

“Uh, no, I meant it as a good thing,” He sighed, “I never know the right thing to say.”

“Does anyone?” I shrugged.

“You seem to,” He smiled, “Alright, you hungry?”

“I could eat,” I nodded.

“Cool, let’s go get junk food.”

“You’re a legend, Matt.”

“I’m a wizard,” He shook his head, “You know, my cousins and uncles and aunts all call me Matt.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” He shook his head, “My sisters never do. I think that’s why I go by Matthew everywhere.”

“Except Ms Flynn calls you Matty,” I countered.

“Meghan and Misty will too,” He turned onto Klein street, “It annoys me.”

“Family.” I assumed.

“I think of all of you girls as family, you know?”

“Sure,” I didn’t think of Matt as family though. He was something far different. I watched him pull into the lot next to Babybird Bakery. I could smell the bakery. That was dangerous advertising. If we were a block over on Quinpool or somewhere with more walking traffic there’d be a line.

“I honestly expect you girls to fight more,” He got out. If I let him, he’d have walked around and opened my door.

“I don’t think we’re allowed,” I pointed out.

“You’re not,” He shook his head, “I’ve started reading Ishmael’s notes, it doesn’t stop you from getting angry or even hateful with each other but you get along. Anything I could do to fix it would just compound on top of everything.”

“OK,” I nodded. He held the door for me. Robin was in the back but she poked her head out when the bell jingled. She looked put upon.

“Hi,” Matt grinned.

“Uh, did you get everything?”

“Just need to pick up some temporary uniforms,” He shrugged, “Dawn’s going to be my mannequin.”

“Well then go get them,” Robin waved.

“Sure, but she needs a shower and I’d kill for a muffin and a coffee.”

“I’ve got chocolate chip, blueberry and cranberry still warm,” She explained, “You know where the coffee urn is.”

She ducked back into the kitchen. I was pushed around to the back of the display counter. I took a chocolate chip and handed him a blueberry. He had two white mugs with coffee for us. I added my two creams as he drank his black.

“C’mon, her apartment is upstairs.” I was led through the kitchen to a staircase on the east side. Robin ignored us as she kneaded some block of dough. The apartment was a giant one bedroom. It was at least twice the size of the studio I shared with Sara and sometimes Phoebe. I wondered if I could move in here instead. It was closer to Flynn’s anyways. “Did you want to fuck in the shower or on her bed?”

“Depends, am I going to have to make her bed afterwards?” I asked around a big bite of chocolate chip muffin.

“We don’t have to—”

“Bed!” I giggled, dropping my muffin on the table and setting my half sipped coffee. Matt took a bunch of quick bites and sips. I waited at the door to Robin’s bedroom. He finally chased me. I cheered as he caught me, I landed face down on Robin’s dark violet duvet.

I hardly rolled over by the time Matt had stripped off my pants. It was very warm today, shorts weather clearly, but it was never shorts weather in the dishroom. I felt free as I kicked my bare legs. He went right for my panties. These were more show panties than work underwear. Pink and girlish, but lacy and womanly. He threw them aside. I ripped off my t-shirt.

“I’m so glad I found you Dawn,” He smirked and kicked my knees open with his own. He was wearing shorts and a light shirt. The shirt came off in a flick I sat up and pulled his belt out like I was starting a chainsaw. He grabbed me by the bra between my tits and lifted me up into a kiss. It wasn’t the most comfortable grip but it was a totally badass kiss.

Matt had gotten way better at kissing and touching while he was away. I melted. Our tongues duelled. My fingers weren’t working their best as I tried to unzip him and pull down his shorts. I still had my bra, he was naked. I was thrown back onto my shoulders.

“Tonight is the first night I’ll be working for myself,” He announced, so pleased with himself. He had Deborah, he had Robin, he had so much of his trail blazed by the women he had enslaved. I smiled. He was still pushing the limits. He was the face, the ideas man, and we were his toolkit. I gripped and twisted the blanket as he lifted my hips and dragged me onto his cock. His knees were under my butt. I put everything into my hips.

“I’m finally doing something with my life,” He explained, he bragged, he disbelieved, “I’m finally proud of myself.”

“We’re all proud of you!” I exclaimed because of the way my spine bucked I kept squeezing the oxygen out of my lungs. I snarled, “You’re a fucking Wizard!”

“I am,” He said sourly, “But I—”

“Really proud of you,” I had to look down my nose to see him, my neck was cocked and twisted against the bed. He was fucking down into me. “But I’m still amazed about this.”

I flashed my bracelet and he grabbed my wrist with his hand. He dragged me up until I was sitting on his lap, skewered on his cock and wrapping my other arm around his back.

“I don’t want to be just the guy who has a bunch of women,”

“But you want to be the guy with all the women,” I stroked his hair, “It’s OK, Matt. I’m happy to be here.”

“Are you sure?”

“No,” I shook my head, “But right now, I am happy.”

“Yeah,” He was bumping me up and down in short strokes. I ground my hips side to side with my clit against his hip bone. I gasped. I smiled. He kissed me. It threw off our rhythm and we quickly disconnected. He still had my arm. His thumb rubbed back and forth on my bracelet. “Get rid of this stupid bra.”

“Like permanently?” I asked as I reached back to unclasp myself.

“Do I have to be that specific all of the time?” He worried.

“No,” I said pulling out my arm and letting the bra fall down to his wrist where he still held me, “If you don’t, I mean, we try to figure out what you mean.”

“I know,” He tossed my bra aside and I reached that hand up into his hair, “I have so much to fucking learn and no one to teach me.”

“Hey,” I pulled his face and leaned my forehead on his. He bounced me harder and I headbutted him. I was laughing, “You have a bunch to teach me too.”

“Like what?”

“Life, the universe, everything,” I murmured.

“Forty-Two,” He smiled. That made no sense but I smiled back and he smiled wider. I licked my lips. I was itching and fucked harder.

“I’m going to cum,” I grinned.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” He grinned. I had been on the pill for just about eleven days now. I smirked.

“Good,” I moaned. I was losing control, each breath was cracked, broken or slowed. I bounced harder. He squeezed me more tightly. He groaned too. He was falling backwards, his legs having to kick out weirdly from underneath us. I squealed, doing everything I could to keep him inside me. His head leaned off the foot of the bed. I leaned back to keep us from sliding off.

“Cum for me Dawn,” He told me. It tingled. I had to do my best to cum. I grabbed my own clit. I squeezed, it hurt. I screamed, it burned. I came, it unleashed.

“Shit!” I snapped.

“Me too!” Matt scowled. His whole face crinkling before he let his neck go limp and lolled off the bed. I smirked. My knees twitched and I clamped down tightly on him. I could feel the end inside me. Two fat spurts gurgled up inside me.

“Fuck yeah!” I pumped my fists into the air.

“That was good?” Matt smirked.

“Maybe for you,” I rolled my eyes. His cock and his mess was slipping out of me, “I just had great sex.”

“Good,” Matt nodded. And I shook my head tutting. He laughed. I swung my leg off of him. I spent too much time the last few days being aggressively cuddled by Sara. I wasn’t interested in any fucking aftercare. I dragged my fingers from Matt’s belly to his throat. “I’ll be in the shower,” I leaned over and kissed Matt.

“Cool,” he smiled like an idiot.

“No, I like it hot.”