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Dawn Rhodes — Wednesday, July 22nd, 2015

No Sara. No Melody. I wanted to and feared to volunteer to be the third tongue stud. I wanted to be someone other than a utility to Matt. An utility. An umbrella. A yellow flower. Fuck English.

He was tired and happy as he washed my hair. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling. That was the worst part of my slavery, enjoying it. No one did, not all the time, but it was trivial to find some moments were I loved it. It had just been a warm afternoon. We had watched pirated movies on Robin’s computer; Superman vs The Elite and The Flashpoint Paradox. I actually liked Superman now, that had got me another fuck before the second movie. His fingers pulled out of my hair and I dipped forward into the stream. It was a much nicer bathroom than my apartment. Though I missed the seashell curtains. Everything Robin owned was monochromatic and bland.

“Hey!” Eden called from the entrance to the apartment.

“We’re in the shower!” I called back. I blushed not out of embarrassment. I hardly got embarrassed anymore. I blushed out of frustration. How had my new world become so routine?

Eden walked in, naked. She was so pretty. Tall, beautiful skin, shiny hair and a confident smile. I hoped I’d only have to finger her; Matt had been limp since Barry’s mom died. I disliked the taste of pussy. I had only tried Sara’s, Phoebe’s, Zina’s and Melody’s so far. None were the same. Give me a dick every time.

“Hey gorgeous,” Matt slipped an arm around my belly and wiggled me around so he could get under the spray.

“Hi Matthew,” She nodded, “Robin doesn’t think we need the van yet. We’re just delivering two boxes. Tim’s dozen boxes look bigger.”

“They’re flatter though, so technically Robin’s holds more,” Matt needlessly argued. “But it’s not just about the gig. That’s whatever. This is about advertising.”

“OK,” Eden nodded, “Do you want me to join you guys? I’ll have to do my makeup again.”

“No we’re about done,” Matt left me relieved, “You want to towel down Dawn and I’ll be out in a second.”

I was pushed out by a good squeeze of my ass cheek. I stepped gingerly out of the shower and into a giant gold towel. Robin may have had bland taste but she had comfy taste too. Eden smile was she dried me fiercely. I was like a grumpy two year old and she was a happy mom. I was about to push her away, laughing.

It sounded like “Squee-eak!” “Fuck!” “Ca-dunk... Bunk, squish, tunk...” “Whoosh!” “Smack!” “Matthew!”

“Oh my God!” I chased after Eden and back to the shower.

“I’m alright,” Matt shook his head waving us off, “I just—ow—slipped.”

He was unfolding as he tightly gripped the edge of the tub. Eden and I steadied either shoulder as he stood up and walked out of the shower. All of Robin’s soaps and shampoos were scattered in the bottom of the tub. He wrapped his arm over Eden’s shoulders.

“Where does it hurt?” Eden was asking as she prodded his skin. I rushed back and turned off the faucets.

“It’s not bad, just here’s a little sore,” He rubbed her hand over the bottom left quarter of his back. Just above his ass. He had a better ass than he had when I had met him. Something to do with Janine, though it had started with Gwen. When he wasn’t buying his own groceries he ate like less of a pig. I hurried up and rubbed his hurt back.

“If you’re going to both be like that at least use towels so we can get going!” He growled.

“Do you need an aspirin?”

“I prefer Advil,” He shook his head. I tossed Eden the towel and ran to the medicine cabinet. She had Motrin but ibuprofen is ibuprofen. I dumped two pills into my palm and rushed back to Matt.

“Good, swallow,” Eden told him as I shoved my hand into his face. She rubbed the back of his neck.

“Water?” Matt chuckled.

“Oh my God!” I overreacted and didn’t realize until I had run across the apartment naked and still damp and slid to the kitchen cupboards on my bare feet. Glasses were in the fourth cupboard I tried. I didn’t sprint back to the bathroom but I hurried. Eden was laughing and rubbing a fluffy towel all over Matt. I was murderously jealous.

“Thanks Dawn,” Matt laughed as I put his glass on the counter, “But I’m good now. Let’s get going.”

We got dressed and headed downstairs. We could’ve left without going through the bakery but Matt liked to harass us. Robin was serving some customers and Matt felt down that he didn’t interrupt her.

“You want to come with us tonight?” Matt took shotgun. I got in the back of Eden’s Corolla.

“Where?”

“Robin has this deal with Drowning Miranda. They play in Halifax they demand the venue order a bunch of her stuff. So we’re going to deliver it. Free concert.”

“Who are Drowning Miranda?” I asked as we pulled out. Eden shrugged like she didn’t know either.

“She’s coming,” Matt told Eden, “Deborah said we wouldn’t have uniform shirts with the logo on them for a few days so we should go buy something temporary.”

“What are our uniforms going to be?” Eden asked, “Slutty?”

“We should be professional,” He shrugged, “We’re not really advertising sex. We’re just getting all we can stand? Right?”

“I could use a little bit more...” I blushed to admit.

“You and me both sister,” Eden chuckled.

“Oh, fuck,” Matt rubbed his nose, “I mean, it helps with Sara or now Melody but I—Do you think I should let my friends in? I mean Craps and Phoebe seem to be getting along.”

“No.” Eden barked. I agreed. Craps set me off in weird ways.

“I didn’t mean for you,” He reached over and rubbed Eden’s leg, “Or Janine.” But not me, apparently.

“We already get each other off,” Not that I was gay, “We could do more of that?”

“I don’t mind it,” Eden hazarded, “Like with Gwendolyn or Ms Flynn but I feel real strange if Tiffany’s around, you know?”

“I guess,” I didn’t. Tiffany was very sincere about everything. I hated Raena.

“Well, good, I guess,” Matt said, “Anyway. We need clear blue shirts and black pants.”

“Black bottoms?” Eden suggested, “Trust me you want to put Dawn in a skirt.”

“And you too.” I retorted, almost like a counterpunch.

“Oh, yeah, I guess—”

“We should do white bottoms,” Eden declared, “Makes the color scheme a bit more cheery.”

“Yeah, that works,” Matt shrugged, “I don’t own any white pants, so let’s hit up Slate’s.”

“I need a blue shirt,” I replied.

“Sweetie, you need all new clothes.” Eden shook her head. I was more comfortable with that than with her compliment of my legs. I never did get my answer to who were Drowning Miranda. I had a phone. I didn’t look. Could I have? I had asked Matt and received nothing. I didn’t look.

Slate’s was across the street in a small strip mall from The Halifax Shopping Centre. It was attached to the Wal-Mart. We started in the mall. Eden had her purse. I barely had pockets. Matt paid for both of us. Four salesgirls, all too large or too ugly for Matt. Eden seemed pleased to keep the slap bands in her purse. I didn’t carry any. Was Eden trusted in ways I wasn’t? I doubted it. Matt probably just didn’t have extras when we crossed paths.

I was wearing the white skirt out of the store. I was walking in new shoes. No heels, Eden nixed that idea. You didn’t wear heels and serve. Good. I’d worn heels three times since Matt found me. I’d fallen over twice. My shirt was in the bag, with my bleach pitted sweatpants. I’d change out of my grungy t-shirt when it was time to go to work. I assumed I was going to spill something on myself in the interim.

“Hey, who’s still wearing temporary bracelets?” Matt asked. We could’ve just left but he was looking at the elevators. That redhead in the jewelry store worked upstairs. The Indian girl wasn’t at the virgin kiosk and Matt was sour about that. I had her number. I didn’t volunteer it.

“Uh, is anyone?” I wore a single silver braided chain. Eden had on a clipped closed gold loop.

“Kelly,” Eden tapped her lip, “And, shit, Aimee?”

“Who’s Aimee?” I asked in stereo with Matt.

“The tattoo girl? Pierced Melody’s tongue,” Eden said, “I haven’t met her either.”

“Fuck, what is that? Rule 7? Shit.”

“Rule 8.” I reminded.

“Yeah, 7 was mothers and kids,” Eden shook her head.

“Well, we’ll find something for Kelly then,” Matt headed for the escalator.

“Am I your girlfriend again?” Eden stepped on the stair right behind him. I was two more down.

“Of course, babe,” He pulled her hip in and kissed her, “I mean, you went out with me because you wanted to.”

“I went out with you not to be a bitch,” Eden smiled, “You were always a decent guy. Food and theatre wouldn’t suck even if I hadn’t expected us to click.”

“Well,” He lifted her bracelet by the clasp, “Click.”

“Click,” Eden smiled broadly. We all did that. We had fun back at him. I sometimes doubted that it was honest but it was always genuine.

“Oh my God! Where the fuck have you been!” Cleo, that was name of the jewelry store redhead. Jesus christ was she well built. 5′8″, curly vivid red hair, long legs and torso, a flat tummy and big tits. Just the hint of freckles and a wide worried frown.

“I, uh, I, Hi!”

“Hi,” She had stormed into the hallway and smacked him, “You’ve missed everything. Why don’t we have each other on facebook?”

“Uh, I got your texts,” He scratched his head as I hurried after them into the store. She was the only one there besides a pretty bemused older woman, “Congratulations.”

I looked down and saw the rock on her left index finger. Shit. That was big enough to knock down a building.

“Congratulations!” Eden elbowed Matt for his lack of excitement and hugged Cleo. I hung back.

“Yeah, Warren and I have been together three years,” She bounced on her feet, “I can’t believe it. I didn’t even know he was shopping for the ring.”

“That seems weird,” Matt shrugged, “I mean, why not get your commission on it too. Seems like a big decision to hide from you.”

“Huh, I guess it is weird,” Her face twisted in a strangle of emotions. She smacked Matt again, “and where was my best friend? I’m going to need a man of honor.”

“He was putting together his business,” Eden reached into Matt’s pocket and pulled out a gold card case. That was ostentatious for Matt. He wore dull clothes and no metal. She flicked open the case and Cleo gleefully snatched the card.

“Babybird? Like on Kline Street?” Cleo said, “I thought that was owned by that black woman.”

There was a cadence to her language that suggest that woman wasn’t her first choice of nouns.

“Yeah, Robin and I have known each other for over a decade,” He recounted not noticing Cleo’s distaste. He was slow on the uptake though and that didn’t surprise me. Eden played cool with it, so I assumed it was Robin aversion not a black woman aversion, “She got her red seal in, uh, in my kitchen.”

“You’re kitchen?” I smirked.

“Well, It was Everett’s kitchen a the time,” He gave me a mocking glare.

“Good for you,” Cleo punched him again. Light and in the shoulder. He kept grinning about it.

“Yeah, I just need to get our vans painted,” He said, “And line up some gigs.”

“Well, I’m going to need a wedding cake,” Cleo grinned, “I’ll come visit you at work soon.”

“Um, miss,” The older woman in the store interrupted, “I’m glad you’re getting married but I’d like to ring through my earrings, please?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Cleo had that finger snap quick broad and genuine smile that all the good waitresses had at Flynn’s. Everyone but Courtney really, “Those are going to be perfect with that necklace of yours.”

“Yes, I have great taste,” The old woman smiled while Eden dragged Matt over to a display case.

“Make it special for Kell, not expensive,” Eden hushed hurriedly, “You don’t want her parents asking questions.”

“You’re my sexy Jiminy Cricket,” He kissed her again as I sidled up and looked at the case too.

“Except, I’m just going to keep you on pleasure island,” Eden sighed, “Jackass.”

Matt took a second to laugh, a second of she’s making a Pinocchio reference and I haven’t seen it recently enough to get the joke. I took a second longer. I bet Matt would love to watch with me. I had never seen most of those older Disney movies. Older than Beauty and The Beast, I mean. He’s show it to me; he liked cartoons.

“Young man,” The old woman in the dangly earrings came up with Cleo in tow, “You’re working with Babybird Bakery?”

“Yes ma’am,” He offered her a car which she took. Damn. I wondered if she was at all interested or she had been whammied. Whammy is such a weird word for being got with magic. Those cards were enchanted, “We’re using the bakery’s name because it’s established but we’ve also brought on board the sous-chef from The Gala, Erica Arnoldson. She’s great.”

“She is, my husband and I love that place,” The woman waved the car, “Take care.”

“Take care,” He waved back and she nodded a good-bye thank you to Cleo who was just coming over. She wore that diamond tennis bracelet on her wrist. It seemed natural on her. On me it would’ve been like a girl dressing up like a princess and overcommitting.

“So, you’re not here just to see my lovely face?” She saw us at the display case.

“No, I like your butt too,” That earned another happy punch to the shoulder. I was scared to do something like that. I was scared he’d get mad at me or that the girls would tear me down for it. I wished I could be as collected as Cleo.

“Honestly, we were getting clothes for the concert tonight,” Eden shook her head, “And he made up any excuse to see if you were in.”

“Well, that’s the way it should be,” She beamed, “And you never need an excuse.”

“Sweet,” Matt grinned, “Now how about you sell me that chain of teddy bears.”

“Maybe I will,” Cleo grinned. We walked through some more small talk and imagined inside jokes. Every now and then Cleo would frown at some miscommunication. She finally got him on Facebook and his address before he left though. He gave the Harborview Towers address. Had he even stopped there in a month? Eden took his arm as we left and I flashed a look back at Cleo who was happy-confused. Hapfused. Wait, more like content. Contused? That sounds like Contusions. Is that like a bruise? I rebounded off the corner of the elevator and boarded without alerting Eden and Matt I was a klutz.

We crossed through the parking structure and waited for the light. Eden was gabbing on about the girls at work. Matt seemed to enjoy listening. I didn’t really have any stories. I could’ve talked about Franklin though. I didn’t pitch in.

“Hey, is Ka—uh, Kendra working today?” Matt asked the gay guy as we entered.

“Um, she wasn’t feeling well and I believe you just missed—”

“I’m still here,” Kendra looked a little green around the cheeks but she was smiling a particularly fake customer service smile, “I don’t think I can afford to pitch anymore shifts.”

“That was incredible to share with the customers,” The gay clerk sniffed, “I’m always outdone by your professionalism.”

“Hello again, gorgeous,” Matt beamed.

“Hi, Matthew,” She tucked her blondish hair behind her ear, “What can I help you with?”

“I got work thing tonight and need a light blue shirt and white pants.”

“White?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Give her a card,” I prodded. Matt was beaming to pull out the gold case again. Eden rolled her eyes.

“Babybird? Robin’s place?” Kendra frowned, “She’s a terrible—No, it’s not important, let’s get you set up.”

“Shit,” Matt pulled out his phone and handed to me, “Cover me would you?”

I looked down. A couple texts from Deborah and a recent one from Cleo. “Deborah says she cleared things with The Upstairs.” Which was apparently the venue for the concert. It was a little bar near Pizza Corner downtown. It was always filled with young idiots. One of the worst places for some closing time panhandling, “She said you can take three of us.”

“Yeah, sure,” Matt waved me back as he rubbed Kendra’s ass. He was off. Fired up. He shoulda just had Cleo suck his dick. It had been all over his face but he hadn’t. I had never known Matt to fake restraint.

“Don’t bring up the three thing again,” Eden warned me, “There’s not enough work for two of us but I’d rather not do it alone.”

“You don’t want me there,” I bitched.

“Of course not,” Eden was at least honest, “Do you know how hard it is to get some alone time with Matt.”

“Yeah,” I had gotten a fuck and two short movies out of today’s afternoon. Shit. I decided not to share that. I opened Cleo’s text.

“Hey precious,” what a fucking stupid nickname for Matt, “Mentioned your vans thing to a friend of mine. Gave her your number.”

“Thanks dollface!” I replied being as snarky as I could. “Is your friend hot?”

She didn’t reply right away but she was working and had like four cameras on her at all time. If Matt didn’t need to get commission out of her every time he even thought about getting some strange, he’d have gotten her shitcanned. I looked up.

“Where’s Matt?”

“Dressing room with Kendra,” Eden hooked a thumb at a mahogany door. This place was kinda fake fancy. I walked over. It wasn’t locked. I only peeked in and saw Matt smiling at me.

“Sorry,” Kendra was saying as Matt dragged down his pants. There was a pair of white slacks on a black clip hanger next to the mirror. Kendra was hiking up an ankle length skirt. Just unzip it, twit, “I’m just wasn’t expecting you today.”

“I don’t care about the granny panties,” He joked, “If you’re on your period we can do something else.”

“Like butt sex?” Kendra blanched. Always say blowjob if you don’t like it. Matt doesn’t think for himself.

“Cool, great idea,” He smirked and turned her to face the mirror.

“I’m going with Eden to find you a shirt,” I told him, “Cleo’s hooking you up with an artist for the van.”

Kendra looked at me terrified. I blew her a kiss and felt invincible for it.

“Sweet, girl artist or boy artist?”

“Confirmation awaits,” I avoided. Cleo had said she but if she wasn’t for Matt than she might as well be a dude.

“Sweet,” Matt said, already erect and running a finger in Kendra’s crack. The girl had her head against the mirror and her eyes practically stapled shut, “See you with the shirt.”

I waved and shut the door and tracked down Eden who was sitting on a bench half buried in her iPhone. She looked up and stood. I don’t know why I knew Matt’s size (XL) but I didn’t even think twice about it until I found a shirt that matched the powder blue Eden and I had purchased. Eden nixed it for something a few shades darker. Matt had to stand out.

“I’ll keep an eye out for the other guy,” Eden slapped the hanger into my hand, “You go in.”

“You sure? I already—” but I knew the answer and never finished asking. I slipped inside. Kendra was gripping the mirror, drooling. She swung her hips back as Matt took slow measured strokes in and out of her round ass. She was cute. Her skin rippled as he swung in harder than he pulled out. I closed the door behind me.

“Eden’s got a good eye,” I explained to Matt who turned his red face over his shoulder to smile-grimace at me. I ran my hand up and down his bare back. He was only wearing his socks and shoes. He wasn’t sweating too hard.

“I’m on fire!” Kendra moaned and I could hardly tell if that was exultant or agony. Especially by her face. Her brow was so knitted a sweater should be coming out of it. She had her lips peeled all the way back from her lips. I knew I had to reach in under and grab her clit. She was quavering and as I touched her, I pulled back slippery fingers. She shook her head. I circled my fingers more quickly.

“She’s tighter than Raena!” Matt was amazed. Was Raena the tightest? I mean, I wouldn’t really associate that faux-whore with tightassness. That was a Zina trait or a Janine. Who was the loosest? Was loose just a personal build effect or did have to do with comfort? If I wanted it in my butt, and I preferred to suggest blowjobs, I’d be looser than if I was scared about it. I think. I made sure to stroke Kendra’s hair with my other hand and whisper in his ear.

“Is he using lube?” I worried into her ear.

“Yeah, Eden was prepared,” Matt had heard me, “I don’t want to pull another Melody.”

“Really? Melody’s got a nicer butt than Kendra’s flat boy bottom,” I kept digging into her clit. She was huffing and puffing. She turned and bit down on my thumb. She slapped her lips tight. She wasn’t screaming, just quieting up some roller coaster moan. It wasn’t helping keeping the whole thing quiet. She bit too hard! Right in the knuckle.

“Ow! Ow!” I whimpered pulling my hand back. When she finally let go. I wasn’t bleeding, somehow. I cursed and sucked my thumb.

“You alright?” He reached over and cupped my ear, my cheek.

“Just cum and get your shirt,” I moped.

“Another minute or two,” He promised. Kendra let out a grumpy moan. I wasn’t fingering her anymore. I was wiping my fingers off against the wall. Eden probably had tissues. I pulled my thumb out of my lips. No blood, no tears, no idea how she wasn’t biting hard enough to hurt me.

“Be good to him,” I sniped at Kendra and rushed out to find Eden. Matt’s phone buzzed again.

“Hot enough for you? Tongue Out Smiley Face Heart Heart Heart.” Cleo had responded with a picture of her and a curly haired brunette. It was taken some summer on some beach. Cleo’s hair was noticeably shorter, maybe last year, maybe two years ago. Cleo was fair even against her white bikini. Her tits were fucking magical. I, wasn’t going to show him this picture tonight, let him find it tomorrow. The other girl was darker, really tan, but with a long one piece in orange. She had bright green eyes and a cocky posture. She was slender, with little tits and not much in the way of hips but she was cute. Sort of in the me or Phoebe shape not the bombshell Gwen and Cleo hourglass.

“Nope, or at least not next to that redhead.” I sent back. I had deleted the eggplant emoji. He wanted something weird from this bitch.

“You’re full of it.” And when she caught on she was going to shatter.