Harem House Chapter 40 Part 2

Mindy stirred, blinking awake as the brief slumber fell away from her like a blanket she discarded. Her body lay sprawled and lewd atop the desk, naked. She blinked and rose with her elbows behind her as she closed her legs. 

“Welcome back.” Kelly said, almost startling Mindy from her left. She sat in the bay window seat, surveying the front lawn. The sun had set, and it was dark outside, but the house lights illuminated Kelly with a soft glow. 

“How long was I out?” Mindy asked, pushing herself up to a sitting position. 

“Twenty minutes or so.” Kelly said, shrugging. “The girls should be here any minute.” She nodded toward the office door. “Should we make sure Lynn is ready?” 

Mindy shrugged. She hopped off the desk and started dressing. Her panties were dry, but the spot on their center showed where they’d been wet before. She pulled them on, slid into her leggings, and then put on her bra. 

Kelly watched her dress, admiring her body as she did it. The curves of Mindy’s heavy breasts were enticing. Her flat stomach and cute butt drew Kelly’s attention until they disappeared beneath her clothes. She didn’t have the muscle tone Kelly did, but she’d get there after a few months of workouts.  

“Did you get there?” Mindy asked. 

Kelly blinked, trying to decipher what Mindy meant. It wasn’t the muscle tone Kelly had been contemplating, but going back further to their time together. Kelly shrugged. “I think I had a small orgasm.” Kelly said. “But I enjoyed it immensely.” 

Mindy smiled. “Any time you want to satisfy your Asian women kink, just let me know.” 

Kelly chuckled. “Yeah. Is that weird? I feel weird about it.” 

“It’s common, like I said.” Mindy said. “The number of weebs in high school that wanted to date me because they thought I was Japanese was too damn high.” 

“I thought you liked anime?” Kelly asked. 

“I do, but I hate when people mistake me for being Japanese or Chinese.” Mindy said, talking as she pulled on her sweater dress and made the final adjustments to her outfit. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m a weeb, too. I just–” She sighed. “I dunno. It’s a whole thing. It’s like they don’t respect me enough to listen when I talk, or care enough to learn about me.”

“I thought you enjoyed us disrespecting you?” Kelly asked. 

“No. I enjoy when you, Arthur, and maybe Rani debase me and call me Whore, but I only enjoy that because I know you respect me otherwise, and that's a side of myself I decided to share with you.” Mindy explained. “That’s why it’s okay when you or Arthur call me your whore, but not okay when someone else does it.” 

Kelly nodded, not quite understanding, but not pressing. “For me, I think it’s because the first girl I was ever with, my first crush, girlfriend, kiss, and everything else, was Asian. Chinese, to be specific. Or half-Chinese.” 

“What happened to her?” Mindy asked as Kelly offered her a compact mirror to check her makeup and hair. 

“I was more invested than she was, and we went off to different colleges, the usual.” Kelly said, putting her mirror away and gathering their things. “Should we leave our purses in here?” 

“Leave the book bags.” Mindy suggested. “We can take our purses.” 

Kelly nodded, turning to ask Mindy to help her zip up the back of her dress, which Mindy did. 

Kelly peeked out the office door first, checking for the guys. Mindy didn’t want to interrupt their guys’ night any more than she did. 

“Should we tell Selene to call off her surprise?” Mindy asked. “I was asking Arthur, and it didn’t sound like he was the type of guy to enjoy surprises, which makes a lot of sense, given how much he likes to be in control.” 

“I asked her.” Kelly answered. “But she said Maria and Jen are really excited about it, so they’re going through with it. I hope they enjoy it.” 

Mindy nodded. If Selene were here, she might try to convince her to call it off, but they had other things to focus on right now. She followed Kelly out of the office, through the hallway, and to the basement door. Kelly knocked three times, but there was no answer. She tried again, and the only thing that happened was Arthur poked his head out of the home theater to see if they were the pizza delivery guy. After seeing it was them, he blew them a kiss and went back to his game of Pandemic with Brad and Mark. 

Kelly tried the door, and while the knob was free, the deadbolt on their side was locked. She unlocked it, and the two of them took the stairs down into Lynn’s apartment. 

The stairs emptied into the open floor plan apartment next to her kitchen. Looking around, neither spotted her until they moved deeper into the apartment. Both remained wary of the silence, unwilling to call out until they saw some sign of life or light in the dark apartment.  

Slumped against the door, lying on her side, with a pair of crumpled panties inches from her face, rested a sleeping, naked Lynn. Her hand was trapped between her legs, like she’d been rubbing or fingering herself, and the carpet had a spot on it. She looked a mess, with the reflective blanket from earlier draped behind her rather than covering her. 

Mindy covered her mouth with her left hand in surprise, a silent gasp. She pointed with her right hand, and Kelly followed her finger through the living room to the slumped figure against the door. 

Kelly laughed. 

The sudden noise was high and melodic, but had a tinge of cruelty to it that Mindy hadn’t heard from Kelly before. She looked at the redhead in surprise and turned back to Lynn as the naked Latina stirred. 

Lynn’s eyes blinked open slowly, as if wakefulness were coming to her one eyelash at a time. She turned her head as she sat up, propping herself on one arm, her naked breasts hanging. 

Mindy stood still in shock, keeping her hand over her mouth and pointing, as if frozen. 

Kelly crossed her arms over her stomach, still laughing. 

Lynn’s eyes shot wide open as she realized where she was and who she was with. 

“How did you get in here?” Lynn screeched as she scrambled from the floor. She tried to cover her nudity and stand at the same time, fumbling to prop herself up with the help of the doorknob behind her. 

Kelly wiped her eyes from laughter. “You invited us, remember? We came down from upstairs, and there you are. Passed out from frigging yourself?” 

“I didn’t!” Lynn lied. “I must’ve fallen and hit my head or something.” 

“You’re a terrible liar.” Kelly said, walking forward to meet Lynn. “You had your hands between your legs, and at least one finger in that cunt of yours. Just admit it.” 

“I didn’t!” Lynn protested again. 

“What were you masturbating to?” Kelly asked. “Was it to Arthur?” 

“I didn’t.” Lynn said, angry now.

“The police officer, Mindy’s brother?” Kelly asked as she picked up Lynn’s discarded panties as if they were evidence. She pinched them between the nails of her forefinger and thumb, lifting them as if they were the most disgusting garbage she’d ever touched.

Mindy made a gagging noise, not at the panties, but at the idea of her brother being in Lynn’s masturbatory thoughts. Either way, it came across the same.  

Lynn ground her teeth. She kept her nipples covered with one arm, which pillowed her breasts lewdly, and kept her privates covered with her other hand. “I didn’t masturbate.” She said. 

“Was it to me?” Kelly asked, turning the panties around as if inspecting them for the answer. “Did you come inside and cum to me, thinking about how Arthur, Mindy, and I make love?” 

“Shut UP!” Lynn yelled and snatched her panties out of Kelly’s grasp as if she could hide them. “I didn’t masturbate! I just fell asleep!” 

Kelly inhaled through her nose, then crinkled it, as if smelling wet day-old banana peels. “It stinks like your disgusting vag juice in here.” Kelly chuckled. “You’re such a pathetic liar.” 

“Get out!” Lynn said, flinging her hand toward the stairs. “I’m cancelling dinner!” 

“No, you’re not.” Kelly said, shaking her head. Her determination to have that dinner outweighed everything else. Operation Clone depended on it. “We’re having that apology dinner, or should I ask Deb whether your attempted breaking and entering earlier constitutes enough to kick you out? I’m sure she’d love to hear about it.” 

Lynn’s eyes flared wide in sudden fury, but whatever she wanted to say caught in her throat. She choked on her rage, her face flaming red as her mouth opened and closed, turning her words into nothing but guttural nonsense. She stammered, her fists clenched as she looked away from Kelly and tried to say something. “But–” 

“No buts.” Kelly said, shaking her head, and standing aside so that Lynn could move past her. “You owe Mindy that apology, and we girls are going to have a nice, long talk. Get your swimsuit, and don’t take too long. See if you can keep yourself from finger-fucking that nasty cunt of yours for five minutes. Mindy and I will pick out our swimsuits from the poolhouse and make the arrangements for dinner as the others arrive.” 

“We will?” Mindy asked, surprised. She hadn’t planned on cooking tonight, and everything was happening so fast. Besides that, Lynn was still naked and barely hiding it. Her ridiculous body was enough to drive all but the most perverted thoughts from Mindy’s head. Her eyes kept moving between Lynn’s naked bits, unable to look away. 

“We will.” Kelly nodded. “We’re ordering from the Garden Wok, remember? I’m sure Lynn won’t mind paying, though, since she’s the one hosting us.” 

“But, uh…” Lynn stammered, flustered. 

“Christ, woman. Don’t you have a hamper?” Kelly asked, ignoring Lynn’s stammering and gesturing to the pair of discarded denim shorts on the sofa. “You’re so disgusting.” 

Lynn strode forward, seizing the shorts and the other clothes she’d left strewn around the apartment on her way to bed last night. She disappeared into the Master Suite as Kelly turned toward Mindy with a look of triumph. Mindy’s eyes followed Lynn’s almost spherical ass until it disappeared from view. 

“Oh-my-god-she’s-so-hot.” Mindy nearly collapsed. “And you dominating her like that? Hot.” 

“I wasn’t dominating her.” Kelly protested. “I was giving her a taste of her own medicine. Don’t think about her that way. She’s not hot. She’s disgusting. Remember what she did to Arthur?” 

Mindy straightened. She’d forgotten what a heartless, evil creature Lynn was. Lynn’s breathtaking nudity drove such thoughts from her mind. She blushed with shame. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.” Mindy said, her voice small.

“It’s okay.” Kelly said, pulling up her phone and putting her other arm around Mindy’s shoulders. “Come on. You and I need to pick out swimsuits from the pool house. The others are bringing theirs.” 

Mindy followed Kelly through the sliding glass door onto the patio, where the pool stretched out before them. The wind nipped at Mindy’s nose as they walked from the house to the poolhouse. It tussled her hair, and she pushed it back behind her shoulders. “Isn’t it a little chilly for a pool party?” Mindy asked. 

With the sun gone, the warmth of the October day evaporated, and the autumnal wind brought the chill of the night to play. It wasn’t uncomfortable in their clothes, but wet from the pool, it’d be freezing in the night air. 

Kelly shrugged and pulled out her house key to open the poolhouse. The French glass door unlocked easily, and she stepped inside. “The pool and hot tub are heated. We can light a fire in the fire pit. We’ll be fine. Besides, if it gets too cold, we can come into the poolhouse or Lynn’s apartment.” 

Mindy supposed that was accurate. She looked around for the swimsuits Deb mentioned, then remembered from Sunday that they were in the extra bedroom. She followed Kelly, and the two of them found the walk-in closet full of swimsuits of different sizes. 

“Who the heck can afford to buy a bunch of extra swimsuits like this?” Mindy asked, not thinking as she asked it. “All these different sizes?” 

Kelly scrolled through the options, sliding the hangers apart one by one, and selecting a black bikini that matched the athletic shorts beneath her dress. “People who can afford mansions with a pool house, I guess.” 

“How wealthy is Arthur, anyway?” Mindy asked. 

“His parents are pretty wealthy.” Kelly said. “Upper middle class, I guess. Probably the same tax bracket as my mom.” 

Mindy glanced at Kelly and frowned. “Right.” 

“Not that I grew up in a house like this.” Kelly said, gesturing around them. “My mom has one income, Arthur’s parents have two, and he’s an only child, while I have brothers.” 

Mindy felt slightly ashamed at her initial annoyance. It wasn’t like she had any reason to resent Arthur or Kelly for their family’s wealth. She picked her way through the swimsuits, ending on a blue tankini with white bubbles printed over it. “What do you think of this one?” 

“Cute!” Kelly said, holding it up against Mindy with its hanger. 

Mindy frowned. 

“You want sexy instead of cute?” Kelly asked, her mouth ticking up at the corner. 

“Yeah.” Mindy said. “I enjoy being the cute one, sure, but sometimes it’d be nice if everyone treated me a little more adult, you know?” 

“Is that why you go by Whore in the harem?” Kelly asked, searching through the hanging swimsuits for Mindy’s sake. 

“Yeah.” Mindy said. “That, and I’m a total pervert.” She giggled. “I get off on embracing that side of myself, Arthur reminding me of what I am, even if it’s embarrassing or humiliating.” 

“You’re not the only one.” Kelly mumbled, pulling a red string bikini from the rack. She held it up against Mindy, who posed. 

Mindy looked down to examine it. “Isn’t it a little small?” 

“That’s what makes it sexy.” Kelly explained. “And with your tits? This suit will be downright whoreish. Arthur’d lose his mind if he saw you in this.” 

Mindy smiled. “Perfect.” She snatched the hanger and took off her dress again. 

Kelly undressed to her black athletic shorts, then put on her black bikini top. It revealed less skin than Mindy's, but showed off her arms, shoulders, back muscles, and a fair bit of her D-cup cleavage. 

Mindy's double-D breasts looked even bigger in the too-small string bikini. The tiny triangles of red fabric indented her breasts, which spilled over their would-be containment. Her nipples tented the fabric. 

“Mm.” Kelly said. “I just want to bury my face in them and go to town.” 

Mindy giggled. She pulled on the bottoms and tied them in bows on either side of her hips. The strings hung gracefully against her bare legs. The tiny patch of fabric barely covered her in the front, and disappeared almost entirely in the back every time she moved. 

Kelly smacked her butt. “Let’s check on Lynn.” 

“Is the plan tonight to drown her?” Mindy asked, chuckling. 

“No.” Kelly sighed. “More’s the pity.” 

The two girls laughed as they left the closet behind. They left the poolhouse to discover Lynn waiting for them on the patio. She’d left her sliding glass door open. The pool lights illuminated the water and the stones surrounding the pool. Lanterns on the house illuminated the patio. The Pool House lights lit the hot tub and some of the yard beyond, enough to show the fire pit a dozen feet from the far end of the patio. 

Lynn stood as the girls approached. She wore a psychedelic patterned one-piece that looked like bikini bottoms with a panel attached to the front and back. The cut-out sides revealed skin between the top’s straps, which wrapped under her arms. The bottoms curved high on her hips, showing the crease of her joint where her legs met her hips. The thong back showed her entire ass, except a small triangle of the patterned fabric at the top, which mostly disappeared between her cheeks. Instead of the standard shoulder straps of a one-piece, her top had halter neck strings which formed the deep V cut neckline, showing miles of cleavage and the inner spherical curve of her boobs to the bottom of her sternum. A designer suit, if ever there was one. Mindy couldn’t help looking at the covered parts, remembering what she looked like naked and exposed. 

“Trunks?” Lynn asked, pointing at Kelly’s athletic shorts. “Really? I knew you were masculine, but I didn’t think you’d go that far.” 

Kelly sighed. “Oh, you’re back to that line of insults.” She shook her head. “Nice try, but we both know you fingered yourself into a coma just thinking about me earlier.” 

Lynn’s face turned crimson in an instant. “I didn’t!” 

“You think I’m hot.” Kelly laughed. “Poor girl. Like I’d ever let you taste this.” She gestured to her crotch. 

“I don’t–” Lynn choked on her words. “I mean, I didn’t–” 

“Yeah.” Kelly nodded. “Okay.” 

“I–” Lynn stammered. “I–” She looked at Mindy, as if for help, but Mindy gave her none. She was too distracted by Lynn’s nipples tenting the whisper-thin lycra of her suit. “I was just tired after being outside for so long, and the whole ordeal of being locked out and naked had me really scared and anxious, so I sat down for a second after I went inside, and I fell asleep. That’s all!” 

“I thought you fell and hit your head?” Kelly asked, tilting her head at a curious angle. 

Lynn had no answer to that. She fumed and crossed her arms over her chest in defiance. 

The sound of a car on the driveway interrupted them, followed by the closing of multiple car doors, which made them wait patiently. When no one appeared around the side of the house, they got curious, and Kelly started walking. They arrived at the front of the house just as the delivery driver returned to his car. He looked at the assembled women and went slack-jawed, staring at them until an expression of satisfaction crept over his features as if he’d been right about something all along.

“What’s up with this place?” He asked. “Is it a frat house or sorority or something?” 

“No.” Kelly said. “It’s my boyfriend’s house.” 

The driver raised an eyebrow. “Your boyfriend?” 

“Yeah.” Kelly said.

“Your boyfriend’s the muscular guy who just ordered pizza?” The driver asked. 

“About this tall, hot as fuck?” Mindy asked, going up to her tiptoes to show his height. “Yeah, that sounds like him.” 

“Oh, uh…” The driver closed his car door, glancing at the front door of the house. Mindy moved behind Kelly, who stood tall. The driver, possibly sensing their body language, stopped moving closer, but his eyes lingered on Lynn as he continued talking with Kelly. She crossed her arms over her chest and cocked her hip at an impatient angle. If she’d been wearing shoes, he might have feared she’d throw one at him. 

“I probably shouldn’t tell you this.” The driver said. “But uh, last time I delivered here, there was a naked woman who answered the door.” 

Kelly smiled. “An Amazon or an Indian woman?” 

The man scratched his head. “Uh, an Amazon.” 

“My friend Thalia.” Kelly said. “Yeah, I know about that. It’s all good.” 

“Oh.” The man sounded disappointed. “Okay, well, do you have her number, by any chance? I wanted to ask for it, but the number on the order was registered to a guy. I guess that’s your boyfriend. He bought dinner for that other girl.”

“Yeah, I know about that.” Kelly said. “Do you often look up people when they order from your restaurant? That’s kinda creepy.” 

“Oh, I just meant the order was in his name and everything. I didn’t have a number on there for Thalia, and I felt like there was this energy between us…” The delivery guy shrugged. “You know?” 

“You shouldn’t flirt with your customers when you’re working.” Mindy said, annoyed. “That’s creepy.” 

“I’m not trying to creep on her or anything.” The man said, raising his hands. “I just thought she was into me.”  

“Sorry.” Kelly shook her head. “You’d have to ask her, but she bats for the other team. She’s not attracted to men at all.” 

The man frowned. “Well, fuck.” He huffed, then let his eyes wander over their swimsuits for an uncomfortable handful of seconds. “Are any of you single?” His eyes lingered on Mindy when he asked, and she hid behind Kelly with her hands on Kelly’s shoulders.

“I’m not.” Mindy said, and the man’s look turned to Lynn, whose expression suggested he’d offended her. Mindy couldn’t tell if it was because he’d picked her third or because he wasn’t much to look at, and he was acting creepy.

“Single, but not desperate enough to be interested in a delivery driver.” Lynn answered with enough disgust in her tone to suggest what she thought of his career choice. “Don’t be gross. Now get the fuck out of here before I call the cops and have you arrested, you pervert!” 

“No need to be a bitch about it.” The delivery driver grumbled as he got into his car.

Lynn huffed and rolled her eyes. 

They watched the driver start his car, but he had to wait to leave as three other cars pulled into the driveway. Mindy recognized Kat’s car, which bore her and Rani, Katelyn’s car, and then a car she didn’t recognize, but it had Selene in the back seat. 

Once the three cars entered the loop, the delivery driver made his exit. 

“How many people am I buying food for, exactly?” Lynn asked, glaring at Kelly as if it were her fault. Her mood had only worsened after their conversation with the delivery driver. 

“Rani, Katelyn, Me, Kat, Mindy, and yourself.” Kelly answered. “Six.” 

“Then who are these other people?” Lynn asked, gesturing to the third car. 

“Don’t worry about it.” Kelly said as Selene exited the backseat. She wore a coat, but her legs were bare beneath it, beside the black heels she wore. Jen and Maria were similarly dressed in coats and heels, though Jen had small-gapped fishnet stockings on. 

“I thought you said Selene wasn’t coming.” Lynn sounded accusatory. 

“She’s not here for us. She’s spending time with Arthur tonight.” Kelly said as Selene glared toward Lynn. 

“Arty’s here?” Lynn asked, confused and ignoring Selene’s glare. “I thought he left.” 

“His name is Arthur, and he’s having some friends over.” Kelly said. “He’ll be upstairs, not that it’s any of your concern.” 

“Some friends? Are you letting him fuck those women? Are they more whores?” Lynn asked, watching Kelly for her response. Kelly didn’t give her one. 

Lynn grinned in triumph. “I already know he fucks people outside of your little group.” She said. “Whoever Thalia is, and I caught him and Kat with Beth on Monday.”

Mindy startled. 

“Oh, you know Beth?” Lynn asked. “She’s Arthur’s boss, right?” 

“She’s a mutual acquaintance of Arthur and Mindy.” Kelly said, leaving it at that for Mindy, who was about to answer. “For now, let’s focus on your apology to Mindy by way of this dinner party.”

Mindy’s heart thundered in her chest as Lynn stared at her, evaluating her response. She sniffed as if she could smell Mindy’s fear, and Mindy realized she had to warn Arthur that Lynn knew who Beth was. Sooner, rather than later. But if she knew, why hadn’t she done anything about it? That seemed like Grade A blackmail material. She must not have any proof.   

Lynn turned away, watching Selene, Maria, and Jen walk into the garage while Kat, Katleyn, and Rani approached with their bags in tow. 

~~~

Brad, Arthur, and Mark sat on the U-shaped sofa, each taking a length for themselves. They’d pushed the square section into the rest of the sofa so the whole became one giant nest with the board game in the middle. Pandemic was a lot of fun, though the cards left so much to chance, there was always something unexpected to deal with. 

“You know, this is one of those scenarios I’d consider a possible apocalypse.” Mark said, tapping the board. 

“What do you mean?” Arthur asked. 

“I have a cousin who’s one of those doomsday preppers, right?” Mark explained as Brad took his turn. “He’s got tons of guns and ammo, a bunch of stuff stored for the zombie apocalypse, or whatever. Kind of a jerk. Acts like he’s in the army or something even though he never joined the armed forces.” 

“Oh, yeah, I’ve heard of those types of guys.” Brad said. 

“But he’s preparing for fictional events.” Mark said. “Not realistic apocalypse scenarios, like nuclear war, or plague.” 

“I don’t know.” Arthur said. “It’s twenty-twenty. I don’t think a virus would do as much damage nowadays as the board game suggests. We’ve got modern medicine on our side.” 

Mark shrugged. “I think the board game’s pretty realistic, honestly, but I think we’ll beat this one if Brad ever takes his turn.” 

Brad sighed, hesitating between cards as the doorbell rang. 

“Saved by the bell.” Arthur said. 

“That was quick if it’s the food.” Mark said, checking his phone. “Your parents must tip well if they order from there before.” 

Arthur hopped over the back of the sofa and headed down the hallway to check. Sure enough, the camera showed it was the pizza delivery guy. The same one that had come the other day when he, Thalia, and Rani ordered food. No wonder he’d gotten here quickly. Arthur opened the door, and the man’s face fell. 

“I got a pizza for…” He checked the numbers on the side of the house just to be sure he had the correct address. He did. 

“Yup, that’s me.” Arthur said. “Plus appetizers.” The brown paper bag atop the pizza box smelled fried and greasy. “Paid online, right?” 

“Yeah.” The man’s disappointment crashed against the ground as he handed Arthur the pizza as if it were a personal defeat. 

“Thanks!” Arthur said, trying to lift the man’s spirits with his cheerfulness. He wasn’t successful. He took the pizza and the bag, stepping back as the man peered around him, but no one else was in the foyer. Arthur closed the door as the man turned away, and Arthur padded to the kitchen. He didn’t see Kelly, Lynn, or Mindy approaching the circle from the far side of the house. 

“Food’s here!” Arthur called down the hall. 

Mark and Brad strolled through the hallway and turned into the kitchen, following Arthur. 

“Do we want to finish the board game, or jump straight to the movie?” Mark asked. 

“Let’s put the game on pause.” Arthur said as he set the pizza box on the island counter and moved the bag off it. He gestured to the cabinet beside the stove, and Brad pulled out the paper plates inside. The fried food in the bag filled the air with temptation as Arthur opened the bag. 

Mark licked his lips. 

“Good idea.” Brad said. “We can eat, watch the movie, and finish the game after?” 

“Exactly.” Arthur said as he took a paper plate and put a portion of the fried pickles on it. He added a mozzarella stick and some fries, a few fried pickle chips, then a slice of the meat lover’s pizza. “You guys are such a bad influence.” 

Mark’s stomach growled. “We’re bad influences?” He chuckled. “You and Selene are the ones starting a sex revolution on campus.” 

Arthur paused. His whole body froze, and then he slowly turned to look at Mark with his face full of confusion. “We’re what?”  

“You’ve got everybody expanding their horizons.” Mark said. “Maria, especially, since she and Selene are close, but I don’t think it’s just her and me.” He glanced at Brad. 

Brad glanced at Mark as they filled their plates. “Jen and I have done some pretty wild things recently.” He said. “And yeah, I dunno. I think knowing that you, Selene, and your other girlfriends are unconventional and okay helped me have the bravery to do it. You’ve normalized some pretty weird stuff.” 

Arthur wasn’t sure how to take that. “What exactly has Selene been telling you guys?” 

“It’s not that she said anything specific.” Mark said, shaking his head. “It’s more like, at Homecoming, all of your girlfriends wore chokers. Selene calls you Master sometimes. She had ropes wrapped around her under her hoodie and a leash attached to her wrist. Everything was consensual when Yvonne accused you of shady shit. Between that and what we know of you guys already, I think it’s safe to assume you’re pretty kinky?”  

Arthur shrugged, not looking either of them in the eye. 

“You don’t need to be embarrassed, Bro.” Brad said, chiming in. “We’re saying we’re impressed with how normal you guys make it. It’s cool. We’re not judging you for it or anything. Heck, Mark and Maria are pretty out there too.” 

“Oh, like you and Jen don’t get off on weird shit, Superman.” Mark said, but the laughter in his voice robbed the accusation of any venom. 

Brad chuckled. “Guilty. Her closet is full of cosplays, and she’s really into doing it in costumes. She gets really into it. I love it. It’s that right level of theater, improv, fun, and sex.” 

“I don’t know if we should be talking about our girlfriends’ kinks.” Arthur said, uncertain whether it was a betrayal of trust or something that normal couples confided in their friends. He’d never been one to brag about his sex life with his friends. That was private, between him and the girl he was dating. Lori, and then Kelly, Selene, Kat, Mindy, Rani, and Katelyn could rest safe in the knowledge that he wouldn’t shame them or spread their kinks around campus. Not that he didn’t trust Mark and Brad with his life, but there were some responsibilities he had as a boyfriend and Dom that he refused to betray. 

Brad looked somewhat abashed, but shrugged. “I trust you not to go telling anyone.” Brad said. “Mark already knew.” 

Arthur raised an eyebrow. 

“Jen and Maria are close. They talk about everything, and I mean everything.” Mark said, leading the procession back to the living room as he started walking with a plate full of food. 

“Yeah.” Brad agreed as he followed. “Jen even knew your dick size before that party in her room.” 

“Uh…” Arthur looked between them. 

“Oh, we uh… had a foursome?” Mark said. “Kinda. I mostly watched.” He blushed slightly as he said it. “That’s kinda my thing.” 

“What was it Maria called you?” Brad asked. “A bye-cuck?” 

“A bi cuck, yeah.” Mark said, chuckling to remove the nervousness in his answer as he glanced at Arthur. “And Maria said Selene’s a cuckquean?”

Arthur frowned. “You’d have to talk to her about that. It’s not my place.” 

“Lighten up, Bro.” Brad said. “We’re all friends here, right?” 

“Sorry, I just mean… like, I don’t kiss and tell, okay? It’s not like I ever told you guys about the stuff Lori and I did behind closed doors.” Arthur said. 

“Maybe not, but Lori and Maria definitely discussed it.” Mark said. “I swear, girls have no boundaries with this kind of thing. So why should we?” 

Arthur thought back to Selene telling him about her conversations with Lori and learning about the things he and Lori had done together. At the time, he hadn’t thought much of it. He’d considered it a one-time confidence in a close friend that they both trusted. Now, though, he had to wonder just how frequently Lori engaged in this ‘girl talk’ and who she’d told.

That side of him, the sexual side, the dominant Arthur who took control of his women, he reserved that for intimate moments with those women. He didn’t go around acting like that all day, every day, and certainly never toward other people. He kept that part of himself private. Yvonne might have spread some rumors, but they were rumors. The facts weren’t for others outside his bedroom, his harem, their adventures together, or the lifestyle scene. Was sharing it with Mark and Brad, his closest friends outside the harem, really so bad? 

Probably not, but the vulnerability made his nerves itch. He couldn’t shake the fear lacing his gut at being so exposed, even to his friends. Then again, Mark had gone first. He’d exposed his kinks, and Brad had partially exposed his when revealing Jen’s. 

“Sorry, Bro.” Brad said, retaking his seat on the sofa and resting his plate in front of him. “We didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything.” 

“I just don’t want to betray anyone’s confidence.” Arthur said. “Besides, are you comfortable considering Selene in compromising positions like that? You know her. She’s your friend.” 

“Yeah.” Brad said. “She’s also pretty hot, not that I’m trying to hit on your girl or anything. I get you two are a thing now, and I respect it, but I’d have asked her out if I thought there was a chance she wanted me to.” 

“Why didn’t you?” Arthur asked. 

“She only ever had eyes for you, Bro.” Brad shrugged. 

Arthur looked confused. 

“Yeah, it was pretty obvious to everyone but you.” Mark said, chuckling. “But don’t worry, we’ll lay off the sex talk if it makes you uncomfortable.” He put his plate down and picked up the DVD, putting it in the machine. “We can always talk about other things, but for now, let’s enjoy the movie!” 

“Who’s in this one?” Brad asked, moving between conversation subjects with ease. He moved the Pandemic board into the center of the unused square nestled into the sofa, making it one giant nest.  

“Heath Ledger, Alan Tudyk, and uh… the guy who plays Vision that I can never remember the name of.” Mark said. 

“Paul Bettany.” Arthur supplied the name as he got comfortable on the sofa. Brad sat in the left corner where the two branches met, facing the TV. Arthur sat in the middle at the bottom of the square U. After putting the DVD in, Mark took the right corner, also facing the TV. Each had a seat’s worth of space between them. With their plates in their laps, they were just about to start eating as the DVD warnings began to play. 

Instead, the sound of a door behind them and to their right caused them to turn simultaneously. Selene entered first, with Jen and Maria behind her, all three of them having discarded their coats in the laundry room after they came through the garage.  

“Uh…” Arthur said, staring at their clothes, or lack thereof. “What’s happening?” His eyes found Selene’s face, and he studied her shining blue eyes for answers. 

Mark and Brad turned around to see. Their mouths hung open as the girls stood side by side between them and the sparsely furnished space opposite the theater room. 

Selene giggled. “Surprise!” She threw her hands up in the air. 

Selene wore black high heels on otherwise bare feet, her toned dancer’s legs bare from the straps over her ankles to the bottom of an indecently short black dress that shone like latex as it clung to every subtle curve of her hips and breasts. The plunging neckline dipped into a curved scoop well below her round B-cup breasts. The straps left her sleeveless, but her wrists bore black bands as cuffs, and her throat had two chokers: a narrow brown leather choker and a black one that buckled in the back and held a stainless steel O-ring in the center at the front. 

Maria stood behind and to the left of Selene. The thicker woman had a looser dress on, but wore the same heels. Her dress ended in a pleated skirt just above her mid-thigh, which tapered to her waist. The dress had a built-in corset-style tie in the back, where the strings made a bow just above her large behind that threatened to peek out of the skirt every time she moved. The squared neckline had two narrow straps of fabric traveling over her shoulders, also tied with bows where they met the dress. With Maria’s ample chest, she showed a mile of cleavage, and her breasts spilled out somewhat on the sides, giving her a lewd appearance even though the dress seemed demure. She wore matching cuffs like Selene’s, and a collar that matched Selene’s black one, with two straps of leather connected to the central O-ring and buckling in the back. 

Jen entered last and seemed to want to make her entrance count. Unlike the others, she wore stockings with her high heels, small-gapped fishnets that criss-crossed their way up her thighs, disappeared beneath a leather mini-skirt, and then reappeared above the skirt, climbing her exposed midriff to her waist. Above that, she wore a long-sleeve fishnet crop top that showed everything beneath it, her modesty preserved only by a black tube top that covered her breasts somewhere between Selene’s and Maria’s in size. The fishnet top had a choker neckline that climbed her throat to the matching collar she wore with the other girls, and the pair of black cuffs at her wrists. 

Mark and Brad sat with their mouths open, staring wide-eyed at their girlfriends in shock, disbelief, and awe. Arthur stared at Selene wide-eyed, but his mouth remained closed, and his eyes darted to the other two with an expression of concern and fear, rather than the excitement and hope in Mark and Brad’s gazes. 

“I think they’re surprised.” Jen said, when none of the guys answered Selene’s initial yell of ‘surprise.’ 

“Are we late?” Maria asked. “We’re so sorry for any inconvenience.” 

“But don’t worry, we’re here now.” Selene said. 

“So all you have to do is sit back, relax, and enjoy your guys’ night.” Jen said. 

“We’re here to wait on you.” Maria explained. 

“To serve your food and drinks.” Jen added. 

“To serve you, however you need.” Selene said, finishing the prepared lines as the three beautiful women in sexy outfits posed together. Selene put one leg forward and put her hands behind her head, flaring her elbows out. Maria put a hand on her hip, cocking her body in a sexy, judgmental pose. Jen placed her hand on her opposite hip from Maria’s, but her pose was more sultry than judgmental, her eyes boring into Brad’s shocked facade. 

Silence hung in the room as the three men stared at the three women, dumbfounded and unsure of what to say. No one spoke. No one even blinked until the silence shifted toward awkwardness. 

Selene broke the spell of silence and its drift toward awkwardness with a giggle. “I told you they’d love it. Look at their faces!” 

Brad and Mark bore expressions reminiscent of Christmas morning, only the gifts they might unwrap tonight won out over any video game or toy. Arthur’s expression was one of bewilderment, followed by caution, and finally overtaken by something Selene didn’t recognize. 

Mark paused the movie. “Is this for real?” He asked, the excitement in his voice overwhelming. “Or are you teasing us?” 

“No, Baby, this is for real.” Maria said, breaking her pose and striding forward a step to stand with her hands folded in front of her, framing her breasts between her arms. “We thought we’d play your waitresses tonight, and have some fun.” 

Jen shot a shy glance at Brad. “Do you like my outfit?” 

“I love it.” Brad said, moving to his knees and putting his plate of food aside. 

Arthur stared at Selene. She looked confused. “Do you like my dress, Master? I’m sorry I didn’t ask permission before wearing it. I wanted to surprise you.” 

Arthur glanced nervously at the others, but no one reacted to Selene’s words. Jen and Brad were so enthralled with each other that their world barely extended to anyone else. Maria and Mark, likewise, were having a silent conversation with their eyes. Neither seemed to notice what Selene said, or they heard her and didn’t care. 

“Master?” Selene asked, confused. “Is everything okay?” 

“Red light.” Arthur said, striking confusion through Mark, Maria, Brad, and Jen. Shock registered on Selene’s face. 

“What?” Selene asked. The brightness faded from her eyes, and the color drained from her face. “We haven’t even started.” 

“You heard me.” Arthur said, moving his plate from his lap to the sofa as he hopped over the back of it. “Excuse us for a moment.” He said over his shoulder to Mark and Brad. “Selene, can I talk to you in the other room?” 

Selene’s confusion overtook her as she looked between Maria and Jen for backup. Both of them looked just as confused as she was. Maria shrugged, turning her hands over in an ‘I don’t know’ gesture. 

Arthur didn’t wait for her. He started walking, turning down the hallway. Whatever conversation they were about to have, Arthur wanted to speak with Selene in private. Whatever he had to say, it must be something he wasn’t comfortable saying in front of his closest friends.