Текст книги "Indecent Cravings: Part Two"

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Chapter 5

The door looks much the same as the last time I was here. Brown steel surrounded by off-white adobe.

I’m back on Ocean Court, here for my first real session at Lorena’s submission “academy” and placement agency slash matchmaking whatever the fuck.

The weather is much the same, too. Steamy sun giving way to rumbles and fast moving dark clouds.

Here we go again.

Last time, Erica just found me. This time I knock.

Nothing.

A rumble shakes the sky and the earth. Wispy misty cloud funnels form overhead.

Shit.

I don’t want to get stuck in one of those downpours again. That was awful.

I knock again.

Nothing.

Another rumble. The sun is gone now. The air has that thick steamy sense of impending violence. The palm fronds in the trees whip around furiously.

I can run to Ocean Drive or Collins. On Ocean, I’m under the overhang of a restaurant. On Collins, I have to duck into a clothing store.

The rain starts.

Shit, what do I do?

I pound on the door.

It opens.

And there she is.

The bespectacled Erica with her thick black frames and wide blue eyes.

Again she’s in another resplendent bikini/negligee outfit, this one a bright yellow.

Oh God, I might be in trouble. Am I bisexual? Shit, I think I might be.

Oh fuck, she’s glowing again. She had to be glowing again, right? A warmth, accompanied by a jolt, jiggles between my legs. I can’t help it. She’s fucking gorgeous. And the glasses so work on her. What is it about the damned glasses?

“Well, look at you”, she says with arms folded and the hint of a sneer around her eyes. “You’re back.”

“Yes, I’m back.”

“I saw your name on my list. I thought you had decided this wasn’t for you.”

“I know. Sorry about that. I met Lorena and she, uh, helped change my mind.”

“Whatever.” She makes a stupid bird-flapping motion with her hands. “I just do what I’m told. Come on in.”

Oooooh, the sarcasm is thicker than the humidity. My inner diva awakens.

Down, babygirl, down.

I sit in the same chair as last time. Oddly, the sky is doing the same thing it did the last time, too. Clouding over with rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightning.

Then again, it is the same time of day as before and we do seem to get a damned thunderstorm every day about now. Florida is fucking weird. Karissa says it stops in the late fall, but we’ve got a ways to go.

“Did you bring the lock we told you to buy with the combination memorized?”

“Yes.”

“Did you bring your questionnaire?” says Erica.

“Yes.” I take it out from my bag and hand it to her. Lorena emailed it to me, then I printed it and filled it out.

“Sit.”

I sit.

Erica types.

I sit some more.

She types some more.

I cross my legs.

She types some more.

“Is there a problem?” I finally say.

“No,” she says with a big fake smile. “Why would there be a problem?” She returns to typing.

Fucking bitch.

I sit some more.

She types some more.

Then she rolls her eyes and makes a scoffing sound.

“What?” I say.

“You’ve never done anal, seriously?”

“Um, no.”

She makes another scoffing sound and types some more.

Finally, after another long silence, she says, “Okay, so no whips. That’s a hard limit. So is anything that leaves permanent marks on the body.”

“Right.”

“Same gender sex. You listed that as a hard limit. That’s unacceptable for what we do here.”

“Um, I like guys.”

She shoots me another cock-headed tilt. “You’ve been drooling over me since the first time you saw me. I’m changing that to a Force Limit, meaning you’ll do it if you’re forced to. I believe that’s what you truly meant.”

I feel my face flush. “Maybe.”

“Just initial that you approve the change right here.” She hands pushes the paper across the desk at me with a pen. I sign.

“Good. Now I’ve slotted you in with two other applicants today.”

Two other applicants? Girls?

The expression on my face must be severe because she smiles and laughs.

Oddly, I want to kick her teeth in and lick her cunt both at the same time. Is there a word for that?

She stands and turns to the other offices down a short hallway to the right.

“Follow me,” she says.

My inner diva has maybe a hundred or so phrases ready to launch, but I figure it’s best to keep my mouth shut.

I follow her past several other offices to a door that she pushes open. I notice we’re not alone. There are people in the offices working on their computers, all in basic business casual.

We’re in a locker room. There is a row of shower stalls off to the right and a changing area straight ahead. Rows of blue lockers line the wall to the left.

“Strip,” says Erica.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t give me the ‘excuse me’ bullshit. You want to learn submission. You start here. Now strip, and if you say excuse me again you are seriously out on the street for good.”

My inner diva is having a fit, but I keep her in her place. This is what I want, isn’t it?

I place my bag on the low wooden bench in front of the lockers.

Fine.

I can’t help but feel awkward as she stares at me while I slowly remove my flats, my shorts, and my tank top.

I pause for a moment in my panties and bra, glancing at her.

“Hurry it up,” she says, arms folded and tapping her right foot.

I feel my eyes narrow at her as I undo my bra, then take my panties off and place them on the table.

There.

Now I’m fully naked.

She continues to stare at me, looking me up and down.

“Head up,” she says. “You need to learn how we do things around here. Shoulders back.”

Shit. Really?

She walks around me, like she’s inspecting me. She places her hand on my ass. I jump.

“Easy, tiger,” she says. “Okay, I think I know what’s going to work for you.”

“What do you—”

“Silence! You will speak only when spoken to. Eyes down. I’ll be right back.”

Again, I feel that mix of confusion, fear, and utter horniness. I mean, I’m pretty much always horny, but there is an added intensity firing up with in me.

I think I like this, even if it does frighten me to death.

Erica returns with what appears to be a leather corset in one hand. In the other is a pair of shiny black boots.

She holds the corset up next to me and squints.

“Put that on,” she says and throws it at me. I grit my teeth at her as I catch it.

I flip the piece of clothing around to find it’s not all leather. It stretches and the ties in the back are built-in, so it’s not a real corset, which would be horribly uncomfortable.

I place it over my head and pull it down. It covers me from the spot right below my breasts to the top of my hips.

“Hands at your sides!” says Erica. I put my hands to my sides.

Huh. Must be a common sight around here.

Erica cocks her head to one side as she looks at me and says, “Perfect. Now put these on.”

I gotta admit, I love the boots. They glisten. I sit at the bench and pull one boot on.

Ooooh, nice.

Then the other.

Very nice. They come all the way up to my thigh, the leather soft and pliable around my skin. I absolutely love the feel of these.

I stand up, which is a little difficult considering the heels.

“Hm, something’s missing,” says Erica as she looks at me. “Oh, I know.”

She leaves again, returning a few seconds later with a roll of black electrical tape. She comes over to me, tears off a piece of tape and places it on my breast next to my nipple, but not covering it.

At her touch I feel a subtle electricity. I stare a little too long at her lips, glowing a delightful glossy pink.

“Don’t even think it,” she says. “I’m not interested in you, nor would I ever be.”

Fucking bitch. I make a chuckling sound to communicate Yeah, right, like I’d ever want to.

She got me so wound up I didn’t even notice what she was doing. My breasts have two hashtags on them, the exposed nipples in the center.

“Perfect,” she says. “Now, lock your belongings up in one of those.”

I pick my things up, place them in a locker, close it, and lock it with the lock I brought.

“Follow me,” says Erica.

My heart beats a little faster as she leads me past the office area and down a long corridor past several more offices with people in them. Nobody looks up at the mostly naked girl walking by.

There is a black steel door way down at the end. It has huge round bolts all around its edges.

Erica finds a key on the big ring, puts it in the lock, and opens the steel door. It creaks loudly as it swings on heavy hinges. She motions me through. All I can see is darkness beyond.

Well, I guess this is it, right?

This is the choice I’m making.

Right?

I walk past her. The door slams shut behind me with a loud clang.

Chapter 6

We’re at the top of a set of stairs. She walks down and I follow her to the landing, where she turns and we go down to another landing. Then another. Then another.

Holy fuck, I didn’t think Miami Beach went down this far.

Shit. The urge to run hits me again.

Finally¸ we’re at the bottom landing. It’s cold and damp and dark down here. First hint of anything remotely cold I think I’ve felt since arriving in Florida.

Erica approaches a door that looks like one of those submarine hatches you see in movies. She bends down and turns the big wheel. I get a fantastic glimpse of her perfectly round ass. Her plump little mound beckons to me. Looks ripe and tasty. Why does her skin glow? Is she wearing phosphorous body makeup or some shit?

She pulls the big door open, leaning back into me. I can’t stand her, but her delicious shoulder is inches from my mouth. I so want to lick it.

What the fuck, Abigail? Stop!

She curtsies sarcastically like I’m fake royalty or something, motioning me through. I walk in, then she shuts the bulkhead behind me.

I’m in what can only be described as a holding cell, very dimly lit by overhead fluorescent lights. There are two doors . . . the submarine-like bulkhead through which we just entered . . . and another black steel door with studs on the other side of the room.

On both sides of the door, up against the wall with their hands behind their backs, are two girls.

Shit.

Here they are.

My competition.

The one to the left of the door is a stunning blonde in a cowboy hat and a short little light denim jacket that only covers her shoulders. The only other piece of clothing she’s wearing is brown leather cowboy boots. Fuck me. Way too gorgeous.

Her naturally perfect breasts and naturally blonde pussy is on full display with spread legs. Her breasts are big and perky with wide areolas and large nipples.

The girl to the right of the door is equally stunning, but in a totally different way. She’s petite and black . . . not super dark but not super light either. Straightened hair, very long, tied in a long knot with a big red bow that falls down across her naked tummy. Her belly-button is pierced.

Her breasts are tiny, but her ass is round and the black hair around her pussy is thick but well-trimmed. She wears a similar sash as mine, and combat boots.

The cowgirl on my left looks rowdy, with a vicious stare that drills right through me.

“Eyes down!” says Erica.

The blonde drops the level of her eyes to the floor.

The other girl doesn’t even look up at me.

“Jayd”, says Erica, turning to me with a fierce stare. “Stand up against the wall to the right of the door we just entered. Face your co-applicants. This is Kayla and this is Nikki.”

I grit my teeth, take a step back, and find the cold concrete wall. A chill zaps through me.

“Permission granted for you to look at each other,” says Erica.

Kayla and I look at each other instantly. We immediately hate each other.

Bring it on, I say to her with my eyes.

Done, says her eyes back to me with a squint that could kill.

We stay like that for a long while.

The black girl, Nikki, is the last to look up. There’s a warm vibe from her. I can’t help but like her, not to mention she’s one of the most gorgeous girls I’ve ever seen.

Erica laughs. All three of us look at her. She folds her arms and puts her hand up to her mouth.

“Sorry,” she says, stifling another one. “This is going to be fun. You ladies have no clue what you’re in for. Eyes down!” We all look down. I pick a cinderblock on the opposite wall to focus on. “Ladies, it’s been a pleasure. You must remain in that position until the Director arrives. He will be here shortly.” Erica opens the door, then turns back. “Or maybe not. Maybe you’ll just have to learn to love waiting.”

The door slams shut.

Shit.

An eternity passes.

Nikki looks like she’s going to either cry or dissolve. Kayla seems to grow fangs. I stare at her, an odd mix of hate and lust swirling through me.

“Good afternoon,” says a voice I know well.

Where did it come from? There’s nobody here but the three of us.

We all look up, not that the voice is coming from above. Guess that’s just what people do when a disembodied voice enters the room.

“This is your Director,” says the cruel gravelly tone I’ve come to know from orgasms on airplanes and in play pens.

It’s him! He’s here! I’m going to see him again!

A mix of excitement and raw horniness wraps itself around me.

“Ladies,” says the Director, “please move into the next room. Shortest to tallest.”

We all look up at each other. Nikki is clearly the shortest. She turns to the door on her side of the room and pulls the handle. She struggles a bit, but it opens. She walks through.

I’m next. I squint and glare at Kayla as I follow Nikki.

The wall to the left of the next room is bright white lit by a spotlight. There are several horizontal black lines on the wall, each a foot apart, and each with height markers.

Oh, God, I’ve seen this on Criminal Minds and NCIS. It’s a lineup.

To the right is a glass window that only reflects back an image of the three of us. There is another steel door next to it. Along the far wall rests a folding table and four metal folding chairs.

“Backs to the wall,” says Lukas. His voice is calm and even-toned. “Heads up, eyes straight ahead.”

I should feel fear, and I do. But it’s an exciting kind of fear to be here in this darkened room, not knowing who is watching us . . . and yet knowing. I’m secreting girl-fluids like a waterfall.

“Spread your pussies, ladies.”

Oh, no he didn’t!

The three of us look at each other with hesitation.

“Ladies, this is no time to be shy. Spread those pussies.”

All three of us spread our legs and pull our lips apart.

“Wider.”

God, really? I grab the tips of my inner lips . . . ahhhh! . . . and pull my girl wide open, staring hard at the black glass. I can’t help but sneak a peek at the other girls’ snatches in the reflection.

We stay like that for way too long.

“Now turn around.”

We all let go and turn around.

“Spread your ass cheeks.”

Oh God, really?

“Move forward off the wall and bend over, pulling your ass cheeks apart as far as you can.”

We comply.

I catch a glimpse of Kayla giving me the evil eye as both of our heads press against the height chart wall. Is she growling at me? I swear she is.

“Wider. Come on, ladies. I need to see those winking buttholes.”

I pull my ass cheeks so far apart I swear I can feel a cool breeze on my asshole.

We stay like that for another small eternity. He makes a sound like a pleased sigh.

“Good girls. Face forward again.”

We face forward.

“Applicants, I put all three of you in the same group for a reason. You all have something distinctly in common. Some women never come. Some learn to come only later in life. Some come only with their clits. Some come only by loving the right man . . . or woman. Some come by vibrators only. Some come by tongues only. Then there are what I call The Sensitives . . . that’s the three of you. You’re a bit rare in the female world. The three of you share one trait . . . you all orgasm almost at the word orgasm. A slight summer breeze on your pussy lips is almost all it takes.

A surge of energy passes through the room. I hear Nikki’s fast breath.

Oh God, he’s right! How did he know that about me? Oh, yeah, right. Never mind. Stupid question.

“Yes, I have some very good choices here. Delightful choices. You ladies will do fine. One of you almost just came from my words alone. I won’t say who, but I saw it in your eyes. You know who you are.”

Was it me? I got a charge, but I didn’t get close to coming.

Shit, is there really a girl in this room hornier than me?

Suddenly, I’m jealous. But wait, is that really something good to be jealous about? The three of us look at each other, as if to say Was it you?

In that moment, I notice that Nikki’s eyes are green. Are those contacts? Can a black girl have natural green eyes? A volcano of desire erupts inside me.

I turn to Kayla. Her blue eyes pierce me, her pink narrow lips glistening in the bright light.

“Ladies, let’s go over some rules. You will address me as Director. When I ask you a question, you will not say yes. You will respond by saying ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If I ask you to perform a task, you will say ‘If it pleases you, Director.’ If you say yes, you will be punished. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Director,” we all say at the same time, all realizing our mistake.

“Unbelievable. You all failed that test. If you do it again, today’s session is over and you all go back to your boring lives. That’s your punishment. Now answer me correctly.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” we all say simultaneously.

“Better. Now . . . you each indicated on your questionnaire that you wish to be verbally degraded, that it’s a turn-on for you. Kayla, you will now be known as Cowgirl Whore. Jayd, you are Cockhound Slut. Nikki, you are Useless Fuckhole.”

Nikki makes a little tamped-down squealing noise and shakes. Kayla and I both look at her. So, she’s the one!

“Well, Useless Fuckhole, you like that, huh? My my my, you are The Most Sensitive of All, you dirty little useless piece of trash.”

Nikki shakes all over again.

Wow! Holy shit!

I thought there was something wrong with me. But Nikki can come from just words. I suddenly have a burning desire to learn how to do that. I think I could.

“So, let’s talk about give and take. I like to give, you like to be taken.”

Oh God, that’s fucking hot! I bite my lower lip.

“But I know at least one of you here feels shame. Is it you, Cowgirl Whore? Is it you, Useless Fuckhole? Is it you, Cockhound Slut? Shame is good. Shame means we are thinking human people. Only dregs have no shame. But shame can hold us back. Shame can limit us from being free. Shame can keep us from all that we can become. So how do we defeat shame? By handing it off to someone else. From now on, if there is something shameful that you want to experience, I grant you permission to enjoy it. Hand your shame to me. By giving me the power to order you to do the thing of which you are most ashamed, you are set free. It is no longer your responsibility. You are free to enjoy it, to revel in it. Because it pleases me. Now, step out a foot from the wall.”

We all pause, and then take a step forward. The door next to the black window unlocks and opens.

He’s coming closer to me! God, it’s about time! I can’t take much more. I may pull a Nikki.

Footsteps clack through the door. Sounds like expensive shoes. I can’t help but smile a little.

“Eyes down! Submissives keep eyes lower than a Dominant’s at all times, unless instructed to raise them. Acknowledge me.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” we all say.

Out of the corner of my eye I see them. Yep, I was right. Shiny black dress shoes. Black jeans again. Seems to be his thing. Bet there’s a flowing shirt up there, but I can’t tell from this angle. Doesn’t matter, really. He’d look stunningly alpha masculine in a pink fluffy bathrobe with bunny slippers.

He walks past me and around Nikki to the far side of the room. I hear the sound of a pen on paper. Then I see his shoes walk in front of me.

“Look up, Cockhound Slut!”

I look up into his face.

Oh my God, those eyes do it to me again! What the fuck is it about this man? Oh God . . . those chest muscles are poking out through an unbuttoned flowing black shirt. I even see . . .holy shit . . . the hint of a tattoo on his bulging shoulder. He’s holding a clipboard with a piece of paper on it.

“Eyes!” he says. “Look me in the eyes!”

I do.

Mmmmmmmm.

He clips the pen in his right hand onto the clipboard, then pats my pussy. Three taps. I shake all over.

Almost. Ooooh, almost that time . . . almost.

He laughs his evil laugh and his detached smile just like he did in the Play Pen at Lorena’s party, like I’m a toy with an On/Off switch.

“Eyes back down.”

I look down again at his pants. Oh, there’s the bulge again. Shit, he’s gotten me off three times and I haven’t even seen his tool, just its outline through the jeans on the plane. And now here again. So close to me, and yet so far. It must be fucking huge. I wonder if it’s as big as Karissa’s. No, nobody’s is that big.

He moves over to Kayla. In the corner of my eye, I see him play with her breasts. He squeezes them, cups them, and then makes another note on his clipboard.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

Then he moves around her and behind us.

He laughs that same annoying little laugh he made at Lorena’s party. Like we’re not worthy enough for him and we’re wasting his time.

“Good girls,” he says. “Very good girls. I admire you. I admire why you’re here. You want to be free. You’ve come to the right place. We mold people here. Strong people. You will emerge more powerful, stronger, more energized than you’ve ever felt. Now I want you to look at each other.”

Oh God, really? He wants me to look at that bitch, Kayla? I sense the same reticence from Kayla as she turns to me.

Goddamn, those eyes are gorgeous. I feel a flush down below.

Then I look at Nikki. Another flush. She’s just as gorgeous, her dark skin shiny in the dim light. My eyes drift down to her moist cunt. I want to lick it.

Who said that? Did I just say that?

“Eyes up!” demands Lukas.

“All three of you checked off that you do not want to experience multiple male partners, but you would be willing to enter into a situation where you are forced to be with the same gender to please a dominant man. Pause. Well guess what? Today is your lucky day. Today you will eat pussy and love it. Do you know why, Cowgirl Whore?”

“Because it pleases you?” says Kayla.

“Very good.” He strokes her hair.

Oooh, it burns me when he touches her!

He places his hand under her chin and raises her face up to look into his eyes.

No! Those are my eyes, dammit! You can’t have them, slut!

I see her face rise to meet his. He leans in to kiss her.

Noooooooooo!

At the last second, he turns to me and smiles, avoiding the kiss. Kayla looks pissed.

“Eyes down, Cockhound Slut!”

I try to gaze downward, but my eyes just won’t do as I say.

“Didn’t you hear me?” he says.

“Yes, Director.”

“What?”

“I mean, if it pleases you, Director.”

“When I say down, I mean down!”

“Yes Director! I mean, if it pleases you, Director.”

“What part of the word down don’t you understand, Cockhound Slut?”

“I’m sorry, Director.”

“That is not how you apologize. You say, ‘I’m sorry to displease you, Director.’”

“I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

A heavy silence hangs around the room as he glares at me and walks around me in a circle. It’s a fierce and angry stare.

“Now, who is familiar with the term power exchange? Permission to speak freely granted.”

“I am, Director,” I say.

“Very good, Cockhound Slut. What is it?”

“It is the heart of all BDSM relationships. It’s kind of like an agreement that can be emotional, spiritual, or sexual based on participants in a scene—one giving, the other receiving.”

Lukas turns and looks at me. “Very very good, Cockhound Slut. I’m impressed. Where did you learn that?”

“I read it in your book.”

“You read my book?”

“Yes.”

Suddenly his face is right in mine. He seems angry. “You read my book?”

“Um . . . if it pleases you, Director.”

“No, that question was past tense, so, fuck, it’s okay.”

Did he just say fuck? Oooh, he’s disturbed about something. What did I do?

He walks over to the wall, bows in front of it like he’s asking for guidance, and then turns back to us.

“Yes, Cockhound Slut,” he says, “Very good. There are many aspects to this lifestyle. Many variations. But the one constant is consensual power exchange. You choose to be here. I choose to be here. You choose to be submissive. I choose to be dominant. We are hurting nobody. We are only allowing the best of what is in us, our deepest and most fulfilling desires, to rise to the surface.”

He glares at me for a split second. I can’t help it. I look up to meet his eyes. A charge throbs through me.

Steady, Abigail.

“Now, two of you have passed all the tests perfectly. One has not. One person will be dismissed today. And once you are dismissed, you may never return. Being dismissed means you don’t have what it takes to be a part of the Academy. Is that clear?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” Kayla and I say.

“Is that clear?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” all three of us say more loudly.

He walks around us some more.

“Now, it is time for inspection. Keep your gazes down.”

Lukas walks between us. His black expensive shoes glisten in the dim light. I want to lick them.

He walks in a front-to-back loop around us. Something . . . I think his shirt . . . grazes my buttocks as he passes.

Oh!

“Forward, Useless Fuckhole,” he says to Nikki. “You’re too close to the wall. I need to always be able to walk around you completely. Apologize.”

“I’m sorry, Director”, she says.

“Apologize in the proper way!”

“I’m sorry . . . to displease you, Director.”

“Eyes down!”

She makes another little squeal. Did she just come again? Wow!

I sense his presence near me. It’s like electric tentacles of man-presence, enveloping me in his spell. God, is this real? It’s like there’s an aura of power around him that’s tangibly electrified.

I glance up at his face.

“Eyes down, Cockhound Slut!” I put my eyes down. “Apologize, Cockhound Slut.”

“I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

“I see I’m going to have a problem with you.”

Kayla scoffs. He turns to her. “What did you say, Cowgirl Whore?”

“Nothing, Director. I mean I’m sorry Director. I mean . . .”

“Did I give you permission to speak?”

“No, Director. I’m sorry to displease you, Director.”

“I don’t know who’s worse. I’ve changed my mind. This is the most ridiculous crew I’ve ever seen. I may just cast all of you out. What would you think of that?”

Shit, should I respond?

“I give you permission to speak, Cockhound Slut.”

“I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

“Good. And you, Useless Fuckhole?”

“I would be greatly displeased, Director.”

“And you, Cowgirl Whore?”

“I would be tormented forever that I didn’t live up to your expectations, Director.”

“Now, there’s a good girl.” He strokes her hair again. “I think you’ll do fine here.”

His hand grabs her buttock.

Dammit, stop touching her!

Lukas laughs. The goddamned asshole laughs. He knows what he’s doing to me, doesn’t he?

Then he strolls around us one more painfully long aching time, ending up at the far wall. He takes one of the metal folding chairs, places it in front of the door, unfolds it, and sits down.

“Ladies, it is time. Permission to move freely granted. Set up the folding table, please.”

The three of us awkwardly relax and move over to the folding table. Kayla and I sneer at each other again as we pull out the legs. Nikki acts like she’s never seen a folding table before and keeps getting in the way.

Kayla takes one end and I take the other and we slam it upright.

Lukas Thorn laughs.

“Useless Fuckhole, lie on the table please. On your back.”

Keeping her eyes down, Nikki follows orders and lies on the table.

“Cowgirl Whore, lick Nikki’s pussy the way you like to be licked. Acknowledge me.”

“If it pleases you, Director.”

Kayla moves to the end of the table and pulls Nikki forward a little. Then she dives in. I think she’s done this before.

“Cockhound Slut, over there, don’t move.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” I say, keeping my eyes lowered.

The sloshing sounds are oddly intoxicating. There is pussy getting licked in this room and it excites me. Nikki squeals a couple more times. Shit, is she coming again? Girl is an orgasm machine.

“Very good,” says Lukas. “I think Useless Fuckhole is enjoying this. Do you enjoy this, Cowgirl Whore?”

“If it pleases you, Director,” says Kayla.

“Good girl. Now stop. Step aside, keeping your eyes down. Cockhound Slut, your turn. Replace Cowgirl Whore.”

“If it pleases you, Director,” I say.

Kayla moves aside and I step forward.

Oh God, this is it. My first taste of pussy. My heart is beating out of my chest. I hesitate as I approach Nikki’s spread crotch. I sense wet body heat radiating from it.

“Is there a problem, Cockhound Slut?”

“No, Director. Sorry to displease you, Director.”

I train my eyes to Nikki’s mound. God, it is gorgeous. Glistening with full thick lips, and a strip of black hair above a squiggly little clithead.

My fear suddenly dissolves into a dreamy pleasure zone. It’s like I’m in a bubble of sexual freedom, of happy delight that’s constant and energizing. I feel freer than I’ve ever felt as my lips move closer to the one thing I’ve never dared to taste before.

I can smell it now. Hm, pungent. Almost there . . .

I stick my tongue out and lick the folds. Nikki shakes.

Gaccccck!

Oh my God, is that what I taste like? I recoil.

“Get back in there, Cockhound Slut! Lick again!”

“Sorry to displease you, Director.”

I lick again. Nikki shakes and squeals.

Oh my God, that tastes weird. I mean, there are worse things, but this is just pungently new to me. I cough and choke a little at the sharp scent of girl juice filling my senses. How does anyone do this? I’m not sure I like this at all.

I feel a hand on my neck.

“Are you all right?” Lukas whispers in my ear.

Oh, God, he’s behind me. Touching me gently.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I say.

“Okay, just checking in on you.” His voice is different, like he’s stopped playing the part of the Dom. It’s warm and caring as his hand lightly strokes my neck. “Are you sure you’re all right? Look me in the eyes.”

I look up at him. All is suddenly right with the world. His sapphire eyes ignite an explosion in my soul that travels to the edges of my nerves, calming me into a serene state of drifting bliss. So kind. So understanding. Checking in on me in a caring and loving way. Stepping out of the scene like a movie director.