Harem House Chapter 38 Part 4

Deb ascended the elevator in tears, holding herself and crying as the mechanical closet rose toward the 16th floor. Dinner had been surreal, and the conversation with Arthur had been the hardest story she’d ever had to listen to. The hum of the elevator filled her ears, drowning out the memory of his words like a white-noise machine. The lights in the elevator were too bright. She closed her eyes and welcomed the darkness that granted her some relief. 

The cold metal against her back, the warmth of her own body against her arms, and the upward sweep of motion pressed against her. She hugged herself, rubbing her arms with her hands as she crossed them over her chest. The soothing motion did little to soothe her troubled mind. What were they going to do? 

Lynn, the young woman she loved as if she were her daughter, had hurt her son. Love forgives a lot of mistakes. She could look past Lynn’s bad attitude, call her on it when she crossed the line, and still love the young woman. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a mistake. This was evil. 

Lynn’s betrayal wasn’t her pushing a boundary and crossing a line. It was a nuclear strike. 

What would Mari say? Would she understand? Would she believe Arthur over Lynn? Was George right? It should have shocked her to think Lynn would lie about such a thing, but it didn’t. She’d caught Lynn lying before, in little white fibs children tell their parents, but this? She’d stepped onto a tightrope, but the relief of Arthur finally opening up almost made it worth the danger below. 

Years had gone by, and she’d begged him to tell her what was bothering him. She’d supported him, been there for him, and reminded him as often as she could that she’d listen to him if he wanted to open up. Patient, continuous emotional support. For four years, she’d been patient and encouraging and tried to help him, and he’d finally opened up three weeks too late. 

Deb wanted to tear up the lease. She didn’t want Lynn living there anymore. It wasn’t like Lynn needed her own place. The arguments that it was closer to campus, independence would be beneficial, and responsibility would improve Lynn’s behavior seemed so artificial. Deb had been willing to let her stay in the basement for cheap as a favor to her best friend in the world. Lynn drove Mari crazy. Families could be like that. You love them, but they drive you crazy. Not everyone was meant to live together. She worried Arthur and his girlfriends might discover that the hard way, but they meshed well. 

They were a great group of girls, and she was so thankful they’d helped Arthur through this and gotten him to open up about his trauma. Her hopes that they would be a positive influence on Lynn evaporated with her maternal love for the young woman. If they loved her son, they’d hate Lynn with a passion that might put their futures in danger, along with Lynn’s physical well-being. Maybe Lynn would want to move out rather than walk into the lion’s den every evening. 

The elevator dinged, and the door slid open. Deb opened her eyes and immediately blinked to find Lynn standing there. She’d been thinking of the young woman, and now she was here. 

Lynn was all smiles, still dressed in her jeans, cowgirl boots, and plaid top like she was going out dancing at some kind of country bar—not her usual type of place, or Deb’s. 

“Auntie Deb!” Lynn said, stepping into the elevator before Deb could step out. “Want to go line dancing with me?” 

Deb stared at her. The elevator door slid closed. 

Lynn tilted her head. “Is something wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen with Uncle George? Did Arthur already leave? I was hoping to catch him without Kelly around for–” 

“SHUT UP!” Deb screamed so loudly that Lynn backed away from the force of it. Silence fell like a hammer blow in the tiny room. “The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is the true answer to this question, no lies, no spin, nothing.” 

Lynn stared at her wide-eyed and wild, looking around as if Deb had trapped her in a corner, which she had. Deb stood between her and the elevator door. This mechanical closet was too small to maneuver around her. 

“What–” 

Deb put her hand over Lynn’s mouth, staring her in the eyes. “Did Arthur do your homework for you in high school?” 

Lynn glanced down, indicating Deb’s hand over her mouth. She removed it. 

“Auntie Deb, you’re–” 

“It’s a yes or no question!” Deb said. “YES OR NO?” 

“Y-yes.” Lynn said. “He helped me so much with–” 

“No.” Deb said. “Not did he help you, or tutor you, or anything like that. Did he do your assignments for you and let you turn them in as if they were yours?” 

Lynn’s eyes widened still further, and she moved to step past Deb to the elevator buttons, but Deb blocked her path, physically preventing her from leaving. 

“Answer me.” Deb said. 

Lynn looked defiant, but only for a moment. She might be able to overpower Deb, but their relationship didn’t lend itself to violence. At least, Deb hadn’t thought it did. Looking at Lynn now, knowing what she knew, it was hard to not smack the shit out of the younger woman. To let that hand over her mouth slip lower and choke the life out of her. She deserved so much worse. 

“Y-yes.” Lynn said, her resolve crumbling as the waterworks started. “I’m sorry, Auntie Deb. I know it was wrong, but–” 

“Stop it.” Deb said, anger rapidly outpacing her sorrow. “Arthur told us what happened. He finally opened up about everything that happened in high school. Everything.” And her confirmation that some of it was true meant all of it was in Deb’s mind. She hadn’t needed the verification, but the confession eased her conscience about the horrible violence her imagination conjured when she looked at Lynn. 

Lynn’s expression of sorrow morphed so quickly from one of tears to confusion and then panic that Deb wondered how Arthur had ever thought she was a better actress than he was an actor. He might have charisma, but his self-confidence was shit, and now Deb knew why. She was staring the reason in the face and summoning all her willpower not to murder Lynn with her bare hands. Bare hands that tightened into fists. 

“You told me you were each other’s first time during your senior year, remember?” Deb asked. 

Lynn sniffled, wiping her face with her arm. “Y-Yeah.” 

“Was that a lie?” Deb asked. 

“No, of course not.” Lynn said. “I didn’t think you’d want to know the details, obviously, but–” 

“Arthur told us the details.” Deb said, her eyes still red from crying. “How it led to that fight with the football team and why he doesn’t want you at the house or in his life, and I agree with him.”

Lynn’s eyes searched Deb’s for answers, but found only wrath and ruin behind her eyes. 

“I don’t want you in his life either. Or mine.” Deb said. The tears started again. “You have a lease, and we’re looking at ways to get you out of it as soon as possible. I want you gone, but until then, I don’t want you speaking with Arthur or me. I’m not your Auntie Deb. He’s not your Arty. We have nothing to do with you. If you want something, talk to your mother, and she’ll relay whatever it is to me.” Deb said. “Do you understand?” 

Lynn’s confusion spread, her eyes narrowing. “But… Auntie Deb–” 

“I’M NOT YOUR AUNT!” Deb said. “I opened my home to you for years, I fed you, guided you, helped you however I could, and you do that to my son?!? I’m nothing to you. Not anymore. Not after what you did!” Deb grabbed Lynn’s shirt by the neckline and shook her, holding it tight in her fists. 

“But it was a misunderstanding!” Lynn said. “He startled me! I didn’t know he’d come running out of the motel room in his underwear, and I didn’t tell the football team to attack him!” 

“I’m talking about before that.” Deb said, her voice suddenly cold. “When you were in the room together.” 

“He… he told you about that?” Lynn asked, the disbelief in her voice a confirmation of Arthur’s story. “I thought he’d be embarrassed that he couldn’t get it up.” 

Deb backhanded Lynn across the face so hard the smack was a thunderclap echoing through the elevator and the elevator shaft long after her hand completed its arc. Lynn turned from the force of it, bending over slightly and staying there out of shock. 

The angry red flare on her cheek burned and sizzled against the air. 

Deb’s shoulders heaved as she took a breath, not apologizing for the strike. Lynn should be thankful it was her right hand and not her left with the engagement ring and wedding band. That hand was still curled into a fist, but no matter how much she wanted to follow up by punching this bitch in the gut, she, too, was shocked into stillness by the slap. 

“You… you slapped me.” Lynn said, straightening in surprise. 

“Yes.” Deb said. “And you fucking deserved it.” Deb pointed her finger angrily at Lynn’s face. “You deserve worse than that, and you fucking know it!” 

Lynn flinched, touching her hand to her face in disbelief and making the pain flare through her skin. 

“I want you out of my house as soon as possible. You can start packing tonight.” Deb said, pressing the elevator button to open the door. The doors slid open, and Deb stepped out into the hallway. 

“No.” Lynn said, her voice soft but determined. 

“Excuse me?” Deb asked, whirling on her with a finger raised. 

Lynn straightened and strode out of the elevator with a strut. “I said no.” Lynn said, standing tall. The tears, sadness, and confusion were gone. Her countenance was a stone-faced bitch meeting Deb’s gaze with nothing but icy anger. “Like you said, I have a lease. I’ll be living there until it’s up.” 

“How will you pay rent after I tell your mother what you did?” Deb asked. “Your parents already agreed to put you on an allowance. What will you do if they decide to cut you off completely?” 

“You’re why they put me on an allowance?” Lynn hissed. 

“You need to learn financial responsibility.” Deb said. 

“You’re such a bitch!” Lynn spat. 

Deb straightened at seeing Lynn’s true colors. She couldn’t believe she’d been so blind before. “How dare you.” Deb said, her lips a fine, thin line. 

“Oh, I dare.” Lynn said and smiled. “And you know what? I don’t care. Try your hardest, but my dad would never cut me off completely. My parents love me, and I think they’re even a little afraid of me.” 

“They’re just tired of dealing with your tantrums.” Deb spat. “They’re not scared of you.” 

“Same result.” Lynn said. “They’ll never cut me off completely. And you and Uncle George were so kind, making the rent so affordable for me. Even if they refuse to pay it, I’ll get a job and be able to afford it.” 

Deb scoffed. Lynn had never worked a day in her life. Whatever else she might plan on doing, working wasn’t in the cards. She’d be in for a rude awakening. It might even be good for her. Earlier that day, Deb might have even suggested she get a job, but she no longer cared about what was best for Lynn. 

“We’ll see.” Deb said. “But I am warning you right now: if you do anything, and I mean ANYTHING, to hurt Arthur or those girls, you will be out on the street.” 

“You can’t evict me for–” 

“I will burn that fucking house down before I let you live there if you hurt them.” Deb said, moving toward Lynn again and grabbing her shirt. Lynn didn’t back down, but the fear on her face flickered before she got control of her expression again. “I’m serious, Lynn. I won’t let you hurt my son again, and I won’t let you lash out at the girls, either. Whatever your plans were, with Arthur? They’re over. Move on.” 

Lynn studied Deb’s face, but the angry older woman didn’t even blink. She shoved Lynn away from her, toward the elevator, and turned away. Deb stalked through the hallway, reaching her front door in record time. Lynn stood by the elevator, shell-shocked, fuming, and annoyed. 

“Grah!” Lynn stamped her foot and smashed the elevator button. The elevator slid open, and Lynn stormed into it as Deb entered her apartment. 

George had finished the cleanup, opened a bottle of Deb’s favorite dessert wine, heated two slices of the pumpkin pie, buried hers under whipped cream, dimmed the lights, pulled out the weighted blanket, and put it on the sofa. 

Deb hugged him as he came out of the hallway, collapsing into his arms and crying. 

George didn’t say anything. He held her, let her cry, and carried her to the sofa, even if his back protested the gallant gesture. Deb curled up and let him, though it didn’t make her laugh the way it usually did. He set her on the sofa and laid the blanket over her. Then he placed the wine glasses and pie slices on the coffee table and joined her on the couch. She curled against him, closed her eyes, and cried.

~~~

Before he started driving, Arthur checked his phone for the first time since he’d arrived to find he had no messages. Even the harem chat was silent, which was unusual. He considered texting Kat or Selene. A grocery run would put him home pretty late. Being alone tonight sounded awful, but he didn’t have the energy for sex. Selene had drained him pretty well today, and he’d feel bad telling her no. Inviting Kat over with no intention of fucking also seemed unfair. He couldn’t sleep in Mindy’s dorm room but might be able to sleep in Rani’s, depending on her often-absent roommate. Both would respect a sexless slumber, but neither was convenient in the dorm. 

Master: Hey, are you up? 

Wifey: Honey, it’s only eight o’clock. I’m up. How did things go with your mom? Did you tell her? 

Kelly’s desire to know what happened made sense. No doubt the entire harem was waiting to hear how things went tonight. 

Arthur checked the clock on his phone and dashboard. She was correct. It seemed so much later, but that was a measure of how exhausting these conversations were for him. 

Master: I’ll text the harem chat an update, but yes. I told my parents. Unfortunately, Lynn has a signed lease, so there’s not much they can do to kick her out.

Wifey: That’s bullshit. 

Wifey: I’m proud of you for following through, though. And both your parents? 

Master: Yeah, my dad was there. 

Master: I know it’s bullshit (does that count for your swear jar?), but they’re doing what they can. My mom’s pretty upset. My dad was surprisingly good about everything. 

Wifey: Well, that’s good! Is your mom okay? Do you think I should call her?

Master: I’d let her process. She’s got my dad to lean on.

Wifey: Right. Make sense. 

Master: Can I come over? 

Wifey: Of course! But I still have my monthly visitor, so you might want to text Katelyn instead of me. 

Master: I’m not up for sex tonight, but I wouldn’t say no to a cuddle. 

Wifey: Then I’m your girl. Come on over, Mister. I’ll spoil and cuddle the crap out of you. You’re better than a heating pad or hot water bottle.

Master: lol. 

Kelly sent a smiley face, a kissy face, an emoji hugging a heart, and finally, a heart. Arthur sent a heart emoji in return. 

Master: I’ll be there in like forty minutes to an hour. 

Wifey: See you soon. 

Arthur put his phone away, turned on the soundtrack for A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder, checked his mirrors, and backed out of the parking space. He needed a comedic musical he could sing along with, and A Gentleman’s Guide fit the bill nicely. Besides, he needed to learn the songs. He didn’t notice the elevator doors opening as his car exited the parking garage. 

The drive was smooth, and the roads were empty once he left the city behind. The suburbs and the rural stretch of road cleared his mind, and the music gave him something to focus on besides his troubles. He found his mood much improved by the time he parked in Kelly and Katelyn’s apartment complex. 

He parked and pulled out his phone again. He texted his parents first, texting his mom. 

Arthur: Decided to stop at Kelly’s instead of going all the way home tonight. Here safe. Thanks for dinner and for listening to me. 

Mom: Thank you for opening up. It means so much to me. You mean so much to me. I love you. 

Arthur: I love you too. 

Mom: Tell Kelly we said hi. 

Arthur smiled and gave her a thumbs-up emoji. After that, he drafted a message to the Harem Chat. It was long, too long, and he changed his mind halfway through. He deleted the message and rewrote it, keeping it concise. 

Master: I had the conversation with my parents. It was tough, but they were incredibly good about it. I’m still processing, but the long and short of it is that they know what happened and are supporting me in any way they can. Unfortunately, Lynn has a lease. So there’s nothing they can do at the moment. My dad’s going to talk to his lawyer tomorrow, and we’ll see what our options are from there. 

Everyone gave it a heart reaction, and a few gave it a tear reaction. 

Whore: Both? As in your mom and dad?

Master: Yeah, my dad being there was unexpected. 

Whore: Aw, I like your dad! He’s nice. 

Queenie: Eh, Deb’s more my type. Lol. But I’m glad you were able to tell her what happened finally. 

Brat: Are you okay? 

Slut: Yeah, are you ok, Master? 

Master: I’m okay. Just exhausted. I don’t want to have to tell that story again for a long, long time. 

Everyone placed a heart reaction to his message. 

Pet: I’m glad you’re ok. They believed you? You didn’t have to, like, convince them? 

Master: They believed me. They want to kick Lynn out, but my dad is concerned about the potential legal repercussions. 

Slut: That’s so fucking fucked! They should be able to kick her out if they want to, especially after what she did. 

Queenie: Well, if Arthur were to press charges… 

Master: We’re not having this conversation again tonight. I’m too tired. 

Queenie: [Rolling-eye-emoji] 

Brat: Careful there, Concubine. He spanks hard when provoked. 

Queenie: lol. I mean, uh… yes, my king. 

Master: That’s better. 

Slut: You can spank me if you need to vent. When are you coming home? Do you need help bringing in groceries? Or with other things? I’m available. 

Queenie: Tell us you’re horny without actually telling us you’re horny. Lol. 

Whore: That’s her secret. She’s always horny.

Master: Thanks, Slut, but I’m actually crashing at Kelly’s tonight. 

Slut: Oh, ok. Well, tell me all about it tomorrow while I suck you off at some point. 

Master: Behave, slut. 

Slut: Yes, Master. 

Wifey: Are you texting while driving? Or are you here? 

Master: I’m in the parking lot. I’ll be on my way up soon. 

Whore: Have fun! Don’t tire him out too much! Master needs his rest for this weekend. 

Queen: Yeah he does, lol. 

Most of the girls laugh-reacted to that, and Arthur put his phone away as the conversation ended. The walk to Kelly’s apartment was a quiet one. He pressed the intercom at the door, and she buzzed him in. He didn’t see a soul as he padded through the lobby, the hallway, the elevator, the hallway, and stopped outside her and Katelyn’s door. He raised his fist and knocked, but the door swung open before his knuckles made contact. 

He had a straight view into Kelly’s apartment, the small open space by the door, the L-shaped living room sofa, the dining room table, and the small but open kitchen. Neither Kelly nor Katelyn was in sight. He stepped inside, assuming at least one of them was behind the door. He was correct. 

“Welcome home, Mister.” Kelly said, shutting the door behind him. She held a short, round glass in one hand, filled halfway with amber liquid. Whiskey by the smell of it. She wore plain black pajama pants rolled low on her hips. She bared her abs and the rest of her since she was completely topless. Her only piece of jewelry was the three-strand pearl choker clasping her neck. The red lipstick bloomed on her lips, the bright color of a fresh rose. Her naturally red hair fell behind her in waves, curtaining her smiling face and bright green eyes as she checked his. 

Her welcome-home smile never faded, disappearing only to kiss him when he pressed his lips to hers and wrapped both arms around her. She raised the whiskey glass behind him in their embrace and moaned gently into the kiss. 

He pulled away to look at her again, but left his arms around her, loosening his grip on her only as much as he must to see her. “Good evening, Darling.” 

“Take off your suit jacket. You can hang it by the door.” Kelly said, gesturing to the coat hooks across the door from her.

Arthur slid his suit jacket off, hanging it up as instructed. When he turned around, Kelly pressed the whiskey glass into his hands. He took it and kissed her again. “Thank you.” 

“You’re very welcome.” Kelly said, smiling as she stepped toward the living room. “Have a seat.” She gestured toward the center of the sofa facing the fireplace and the TV above it. 

Arthur loosened his necktie with one hand, but Kelly raised her hand to stop him. “Let me handle that.” Kelly said. 

Arthur didn’t know what she meant exactly, but he followed along. He sat in the center of the sofa and relaxed. Standing behind him and reaching over him, Kelly loosened his tie and unknotted it, sliding it from his shirt collar. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and relaxation washed over him. She walked away, and Arthur sipped his whiskey.

The light and smooth amber liquid sparked against his tongue. An oaky base supported the sweeter tastes of vanilla and honey mingled with gentle, nutty spices. A simple but smooth whiskey that lacked the burn of some and the complexity of others. 

“Is this Jameson’s?” Arthur asked as Kelly came back into view. She stepped around the L branch of the sofa and pulled the coffee table away to make more leg room for Arthur. Legroom that she occupied as she stepped around the table and knelt before him. Arthur raised an eyebrow, his dick hardening automatically, but she didn’t move for his zipper. 

Kelly untied his shoes. “You got it in one.” She said. “I wasn’t sure what kind was your favorite, so I bought a bunch of different ones.” 

“You what?” Arthur asked. 

Kelly slipped his shoe from his left foot and placed it aside. “Well, it’s not like they go bad.” She said. “The girl at the shop was very helpful, but she said this one is a good place to start.” 

Arthur nodded. “It’s a good one.” He agreed. While not his favorite, there was something nostalgic about it. He swirled the glass in his hand and lifted his foot as Kelly removed his other shoe. “Thank you. You don’t have to do all this, you know.” 

“Shh.” Kelly shushed him. “I’m doing this for me because I want to. You’ve been through the wringer two nights in a row. Let me take care of you, Mister.” 

“I won’t stop you.” Arthur said, smiling slightly. However, he felt a tinge of guilt at her pampering him. 

Kelly took his shoes and carried them to a place by the door. She returned to stand behind him again, leaning over the back of the couch to rub his shoulders. Her palms pressed against his traps, the muscles on either side of his neck, and pushed relaxation into him as her fingers soothed aches he didn’t know he carried. 

“Fuck.” Arthur said, though absent of any venom or excitement. It was a release of relaxation, and Kelly’s chuckle danced across his ear. 

“You’ve been carrying a lot of stress lately.” Kelly said. “Sex isn’t the only way to relax.” 

“Mm.” Arthur agreed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Kelly asked. 

“About what?” Arthur asked. “The conversation with my parents?” 

“About anything.” Kelly answered. “Anything you want to get off your chest. You can relax, drink your whiskey, and let me rub out the day’s stress.” 

“Phrasing.” Arthur chuckled at the innuendo he suspected was unintentional. 

“Oh, I know exactly how I phrased it, Mister.” Kelly said. She kissed the top of his head. 

“Mm.” Arthur moaned again as her thumbs pushed against a knot of tension in his shoulders that rippled through his upper back. He stretched his neck and closed his eyes, struggling against the relaxation. “Well, the day started well enough, as you know.” Arthur said. “Breakfast was amazing.” 

“Thank you.” Kelly said, taking the compliment to her cooking skills. 

“And it was nice to sit around with everyone and just… I don’t know. Be.” Arthur said. 

“Yeah.” Kelly agreed, moving her hands to his neck as she used her thumbs to work the knots there. “I know what you mean. It felt so natural.” 

“I think last weekend helped us push past any awkwardness. The kinky stuff we do loosens everyone up and lets us be ourselves with each other.” Arthur said. After all, there was nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed about with the harem members. Once you’d seen someone naked, degraded, writhing in pleasure, and cumming their brains out, it was tough to find anything awkward. 

“Oh, I agree.” Kelly said. “It was a little nerve-wracking at first, but I love the harem. We have a great little family.” 

“Well put, Wifey.” Arthur said and sipped his whiskey again. He emptied the glass, and Kelly took it from him. 

“Would you like a different one or more of the same, Sir?” Kelly asked.

“One more of the same, but then that’s it for me.” Arthur said. “I probably shouldn’t even have that. I’m going to have some beer tomorrow and need to watch my intake.” 

Kelly walked away with the glass and returned with it refilled. She leaned over and placed it in his hands, letting her full, plump, bell-shaped D-cup breasts hang free as she did so. Arthur took the glass with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. 

“Would you like to play with them?” Kelly asked. “Or would you like me to continue your massage?” 

“What a dilemma.” Arthur said, chuckling to himself. “You spoil me.” 

“You spoil me too, so it’s only fair.” Kelly said. She kissed him, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him back against the sofa. “I know you said you’re not up for sex tonight, and that’s okay with me, but if you want me to help you with a release before bed, I can.” 

“How are your hands? Are they tired from massaging me?” Arthur asked. 

“I’ve got more endurance than that, Sir.” Kelly said. She walked around the couch and resumed rubbing his shoulders. 

Arthur leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees, and let her rub his upper back. Her fingers soothed his muscles, and he closed his eyes as her hands wandered lower, working the knots in his mid and lower back. 

“Do you want to lie down?” Kelly asked. 

Arthur answered by sipping his drink, putting the glass on the coffee table, and turning. 

“Take off your shirt.” Kelly said. 

Arthur stood, unbuttoned, and removed his collared shirt and the undershirt that came with it. Kelly put her hand out for them, and he placed them in her care. She took them somewhere as he laid face down on the sofa and turned his head. 

Kelly straddled the back of his thighs and bent over him, rubbing her hands along the bare skin of his back until the heat from their friction washed into him, relaxing him even further. 

He wondered where Katelyn was but assumed she was in her room, giving them privacy. It felt strange to exclude her, but it also felt impolite to ask about her. It wasn’t as if he needed Katelyn to be there or even wanted anyone there besides Kelly. 

“So what about after breakfast?” Kelly asked. “What stressed you out today besides the conversation with your mother?” She already knew the answer, but she was coaxing him to talk about his problems, to share them with her, and Arthur felt guilty denying her. He wanted to let her feel special and relied on, and he knew he could depend on her. She probably already knew most of it anyway, but talking about it might help. 

“The HR lady gave me and Mindy a lecture on workplace romance guidelines.” Arthur said. “She seemed pretty pissed off about it for some reason. Like, we’re not in trouble, but we definitely would be if she knew we fucked in the office or if she knew about Beth. And now I’m worried that she’s got it out for me.” 

“What are you going to do about it?” Kelly asked. 

“Nothing?” Arthur asked, trying to figure out what he could do about it. “I can only be extra careful around Mindy and Beth in the office and make sure we don’t cross any lines or do or say anything inappropriate. Apparently, HR became aware of it because of a whistleblower, which I think might have been Tara or Sarah.” 

“Plenty of women in your office.” Kelly remarked. “Are they just jealous they don’t get to fuck you too?” 

“Ha.” Arthur laughed without any sincerity. 

Kelly didn’t respond. She kept massaging his back, using her fingers to ease his stiff muscles. 

“Why do you and the other girls always act like everyone wants to fuck me?” Arthur asked, suddenly realizing the pattern. “Is it a jealousy thing?” 

“No, honey.” Kelly said. She bent down and kissed his spine, then returned to massaging his upper back near his shoulders. “It’s because everyone wants to fuck you.” 

Arthur laughed. 

“I’m serious.” Kelly said. “Name one woman you’ve come on to that didn’t want to fuck you.” 

“Uh… I don’t know. Thalia?” Arthur said, racking his brain for someone from school that he’d been in that kind of situation with. He didn’t pursue a lot of women, especially since he was in a relationship. So he could count on one hand the number of women he’d been in that kind of situation with. They all fell under the umbrella of women his girlfriends wanted to sleep with. If it had been just him without Rani, he wouldn’t have even considered flirting with Thalia.  

“Thalia.” Kelly repeated the name. “The confirmed lesbian who, from what Rani showed me in those pictures, still did more with you than any man before?” 

“Okay, I guess she doesn’t count.” Arthur said. “I don’t know. I just don’t assume people want to fuck me.” 

“You still think you’re ugly.” Kelly said, sighing. “You’re in denial about how beautiful you are.” 

“No, I know I’m attractive now. I work hard for these muscles.” Arthur said. He flexed his back to prove his point and realized how much better it felt since Kelly started. 

She slapped his back gently, and he relaxed. “It’s more than that.” Kelly said. “You are a genuinely beautiful person, Arthur Clarke, in looks, personality, everything. People see that, and girls? We can sense it. Haven’t you ever noticed how everyone always smiles at you? How women smile at you first, let their eyes wander over you, or how girls you just met compete for your attention?” 

“People are friendly.” Arthur said, not shrugging because of her hands rubbing his back, but his tone conveyed the shrug. 

Kelly rolled her eyes. “You, Sir, are a beautiful idiot.” 

Arthur chuckled at that. “What about you?” He asked. “You’re more attractive than I am.” 

“I’m not.” Kelly said. “And I don’t mean that in a self-deprecating way. We’re equal. I know I’m hot and pretty; guys hit on me all the time, but I recognize when they do, and I shut it down.” 

“And I don’t recognize it when girls hit on me.” Arthur said as the realization dawned on him. His earlier conversation with Yvonne made that clear. 

“You really don’t.” Kelly said.

“So, how can I tell when a girl is hitting on me?” Arthur asked. 

“Oh, we do little things.” Kelly said. “We make eye contact. We smile first. We touch your arms.” She grazed her fingertips along his triceps and forearms. “We let the touch linger and laugh at things that aren’t funny.” 

“Literally every girl does that.” Arthur said. 

“Bingo.” Kelly said, patting him on the butt. 

Arthur laughed. “Not every girl I know is flirting with me.” 

Kelly used her elbow to rub a particularly stubborn knot on his back, and the noise Arthur made interrupted any kind of conversation. She chuckled. 

“You have six women willing to share you amongst ourselves and shill you out to casual flings.” Kelly said, moving to her other elbow. “You’re new to being sexually objectified because Lori ran interference, but you’re hot, Arthur, and women want to fuck you. You’d better get used to it.” 

Arthur didn’t answer that. He stared off into the distance. If that were the case, and he was so hot, why was his love life before the harem such a failure? He didn’t look the way he did in high school, but he was still the same person, wasn’t he? 

Maybe not. In high school, Arthur lacked the confidence and courage he developed in college. Lori had helped him a lot in that arena. The effort he put in over the years changed him more than physically. Between working out, therapy, and continuous self-improvement, he’d forged himself into someone almost unrecognizable from who he was in his senior year of high school. 

That hadn’t stopped Lori from leaving him. 

“Do you want me to turn on the fireplace?” Kelly asked, changing the subject as she gestured to the fireplace on the other side of the coffee table. The TV hung above the mantle, and its dark screen was like an ineffective mirror to the rest of the room. The gas fireplace had fake logs in it, and Kelly could ignite them with the turning of a valve or the press of a button on the remote. 

“Sure.” Arthur said. 

Kelly lifted herself off him and turned the iron key in the brick fireplace facade, which ignited the flames. She rubbed her arms and returned to him. “Thanks.” She said. “It’s a little chilly without a shirt.” 

“Would you like to put one on?” Arthur asked. 

“Do you want me to put one on?” Kelly asked. Her question was more a teasing jibe than a sincere inquiry.

“Not really.” Arthur said, smiling, watching her, and rolling over to his back. 

“You don’t want more of a massage?” Kelly asked as she approached. 

“I thought maybe it was your turn.” Arthur said as he swung his feet to the floor and sat up on the sofa. 

“Oh.” Kelly said, hesitating. “That’s okay. You don’t need to do anything like that.” 

“I want to.” Arthur said. 

Kelly smiled softly, stepping between his open legs and running her fingers through his hair. “Thank you, but I don’t want you to tonight. You’ve had a long, hard day with more than your fair share of emotional turmoil these last few days. I want to take care of you, Mister.” 

Arthur appreciated her more than ever before with that statement. He didn’t know what he did to deserve her. His instinct to tell her she didn’t need to take care of him warred with his exhaustion. Needing someone else to care for him seemed so weak and unmasculine, even though he knew that was stupid and backward thinking. Still, his instincts warred with his more evolved brain, which said that everyone needed someone to take care of them sometimes. It was okay to ask for help, and it was even more okay to accept help when someone offered it freely, which was what Kelly was doing. 

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you.” Arthur said. “Shouldn’t I do something to take care of you, too?” Arthur asked. 

“You have, you do, and you will.” Kelly said. “But tonight, it’s my turn. Let me take care of you.” Kelly cupped his face in her palm and stroked his cheek. 

Arthur almost teared up at that. He took her hand in his, peeled it away from his face, kissed her palm, squeezed her hand, and nodded. 

Kelly returned the squeeze and pressed him backward against the sofa so that he reclined with his head on the cushion. She pressed her hands to the front of his shoulders, rubbing them and his collarbone area and using her thumbs to ease tension out of his body. 

Arthur closed his eyes and exhaled a long, slow breath. “Are we alone tonight?” Arthur asked. “Where’s Katelyn?” 

“She’s still out with friends.” Kelly said. “She, Kennedy, and Ava, I think, were hanging out after dinner, but she’s due home soon.” 

“Mmm.” Arthur answered with a grunt as Kelly moved her palms to his pecs, rubbing small circles to loosen stiff muscles. 

“Did you want her tonight?” Kelly asked as she straddled his lap. She worked her fingers over his shoulders, rubbing his neck and muscles again as if she were driving the burdens of the world from them. 

“No.” Arthur said. “I just wanted to know if we’d be interrupted. I’d feel a little guilty ignoring her if she’s here, but you’re more than enough for me tonight.” 

Kelly kissed his lips, pressing her soft, red lipstick-covered lips against his. 

Arthur grinned and rocked his hips. Her crotch pressed against his, and he felt a thicker barrier than usual between his now-rigid length and her pool of warmth. She kissed him again, holding his face in both hands. They made out for a minute, then she moved her hands to his shoulders and shifted so she stood on her knees, straddling his thighs, her nipple level with his lips. 

Arthur exhaled, his hot breath washing over her areola and prickling it into attention. He repeated the action on her other breast, smiling as it had the same effect. 

Kelly cupped her breast, squeezing it and offering it to him. 

Arthur parted his lips and kissed her nipple. Then the other. 

Kelly smiled. “Go on, Mister. Grope, suck and go to town. They’re sensitive, but I enjoy it.” 

Arthur shifted slightly, reaching past her and holding her with his hand on her back as the move threatened to spill her from his lap. She flailed somewhat, but he held her firm and placed the whiskey glass on the coffee table behind her. Arthur pushed back into the sofa once more, almost reclining as he slid his hips forward. Kelly straightened again, then leaned forward. Arthur rested his head on the top of the sofa, and Kelly braced her hands in a wide grip on either side of his head. Her breast pushed against his lips, and he opened his mouth, sucking on her breast as it fell into his open maw.

Kelly moaned, bending her elbows and lowering herself, smashing her breasts against Arthur, who enjoyed every second of it. 

He rocked his hips, rubbing against her in a smooth and steady rhythm while he sucked, kissed, nipped, and squeezed her breasts in irregular motions. He closed his thumb and forefinger over the bud of her breast and teased it. Her eyelashes fluttered in pleasure, and she bit her lip. 

Suddenly, the sound of keys at the door made them both freeze. At lightning speed, Kelly jumped from his lap, grabbed a fleece blanket from beneath the coffee table, and flung it over herself and Arthur as she jumped onto the couch beside him, still facing him but now next to him rather than straddling.

Arthur adjusted the blanket, pulling it further over Kelly so that by the time the door opened, only their heads were visible. 

Katelyn stepped into the apartment, closed the door behind her, and stared in confusion at the suit coat hanging beside the door on the hook where she usually placed her jackets when she wore one. She turned toward them and laughed. 

“Oh, hi, Arthur.” Katelyn whispered, waving. “I thought you two would be in the bedroom by now, sorry.” 

“It’s okay.” Kelly said, sitting up slightly and letting the blanket fall to reveal their bare torsos. 

Katelyn kicked off her shoes and put them by the door, blushing slightly as she took in the scene. 

“How was your night with Kennedy and Ava?” Kelly asked. 

“Oh, it was okay. We just did homework. We didn’t get much done, though. They peppered me with questions about…” She gestured between the three of them. 

“Sorry.” Arthur said, apologizing. 

“Oh, you don’t have anything to be sorry for.” Katelyn said. “They’re the ones who need boundaries.” She walked further into the apartment, passing them and moving as if to disappear into her bedroom. 

“Wait.” Kelly said. “Would you like to join us?” 

“Oh…” Katelyn paused in the hallway behind them. Arthur could see her desire to join battle with her sense of intrusion. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude if you want time alone together.” 

“I could use some help, honestly.” Kelly said, smiling. 

Katelyn looked at Arthur, waiting for his approval. He beamed at the gesture. 

“You’re welcome to if you want to. We’re not doing what we did last night or last weekend. Tonight’s just about relaxing and enjoying each other’s company.” Arthur said. 

“That sounds amazing.” Katelyn answered, her eyes lighting up. “Do you guys need anything?” 

“Just you if you want to join us.” Kelly said. 

“Where should I sit?” Katelyn asked as she approached from behind the sofa and looked over. With Arthur in the middle of the L-shaped portion facing the TV and Kelly beside him, she could sit on the single cushion beside Arthur or the branch of the L beside Kelly. 

“Here.” Kelly said, scooting herself to the branch, pointing toward the fireplace. She pulled Arthur after her, and he shifted, putting him in the corner between the two branches of the sofa. That left the branch across from the fireplace for Katelyn. 

“Is it okay if I get comfy?” Katelyn asked. 

“Of course.” Kelly nodded. 

Katelyn tossed off her pink cardigan, draping it over the back of the couch. She unbuttoned her powder blue jeans and shoved them down, leaving her in her white cropped tank top and a pair of white cotton panties with pink paw prints on them. She grabbed the second blanket from beneath the coffee table. 

Arthur patted the cushion he’d been sitting on a moment ago. “Where’s your sling?” 

“In my backpack.” Katelyn said, pointing to where she’d dropped the heavy bag by the door. “It’s okay. The shoulder is still sore, but it’s not like it’s broken. So long as I don’t raise it above my head or move it a certain way, it’s fine. The ache is the worst part, but I took some meds for it.” 

“You should wear your sling.” Kelly said, almost accusatory. “The doctor said you should keep it immobilized, and you haven’t even started any physical therapy.” 

Katelyn rolled her eyes as she climbed onto the sofa, lying on her right side and keeping her wounded shoulder above her. “Yes, Mistress.” She teased. 

Kelly grumbled but stopped when Arthur put his arm around her. He kissed her, and all annoyance ceased. Katelyn put her head on Arthur’s thigh, covering herself with the blanket and using him like a pillow. He played with her hair, running his fingers over her scalp. 

“You should listen to your mistress.” Arthur told her. “And your doctor.” 

Katelyn giggled. “Yes, Master.” But she made no move to fetch the sling. 

“So go put on your sling.” Arthur said, pointing toward the door.

“Aw, but–” 

“Be a good girl and do what Master tells you.” Kelly said. “Or lay over his lap and take your spankings from the swear jar.” 

Katelyn grumbled, pushing herself up and stalking toward the door from the sofa. Arthur and Kelly watched her go, the soft cotton underwear catching slightly and giving them a cheeky peek at her butt. Katelyn untied her braid as she walked, using her right hand only. Then she bent at the waist, smirking at them behind her. Kelly moved her hand to Arthur’s lap, finding his zipper and lowering it in a slow pull beneath the blanket. 

“Is this okay?” Kelly whispered her question. “I know you said no sex, but I can see you’re hard.” She reached in and freed Arthur’s growing cock from his trousers. “You don’t have to do anything. Just let us take care of you.”

Arthur nodded his approval. 

Katelyn stood and put on her sling, fastening it and laying her arm in it. She returned to the sofa and raised an eyebrow at Arthur’s growing erection beneath the blanket, and Kelly stroking it. 

“Good girl.” Arthur said, patting the cushion beside him. 

Goosebumps erupted over Katelyn’s body, and her nipples poked through her white tank top with its spaghetti straps. Katelyn laid down again, and Arthur helped her pull the blanket over her. With her right arm beneath her, she frowned. “It’s not fair, Kelly can stroke you, but I can’t with my arm in the sling.” 

Kelly scooted, sliding her legs further down the couch and moving her hips further from Arthur. 

Arthur adjusted as well, placing his butt on the edge of the sofa cushion. He reclined, with his shoulders against the back of the sofa, his back supported by the seat and a throw pillow. 

Kelly laid her head against his abdomen, positioning her mouth over his cock and pulling his blanket aside to give Katelyn a show. She sucked Arthur past her lips without a word, her hot breath washing over him in pleasurable warmth. Arthur ran his fingers through her hair, stroking her scalp while she stroked him, and sucked him, taking her time as if enjoying her meal. 

“No fair.” Katelyn said, scooting closer so she rested her head on his abdomen from his left side. 

Kelly moved away, pushing Arthur’s cock toward Katelyn, who stretched her neck and sucked his tip, circling her tongue over his mushroom head as she made a happy humming noise. 

Arthur groaned, relaxing on the sofa. The massage, the whiskey, and now the slow, gentle blowjob from two of his girlfriends sharing his cock between them was bliss. 

“You taste good.” Katelyn said, offering his cock to Kelly. 

Kelly took it and lowered her head further, taking more of him into her mouth than before and tightening her lips around his shaft. She lowered her hand from his shaft to his balls, massaging them with much more tender manipulations than she had on his back and shoulders. 

“Mmm.” Arthur moaned. 

Katelyn whined, and Kelly offered her Arthur’s cock. She took it, mirroring exactly what Kelly did. She tightened her lips around him and stroked the top quarter of his cock with her mouth. Kelly continued massaging his balls while he did this, and Arthur continued sliding his fingers through their hair, tracing his fingertips along their scalps. 

“Is it good, Master?” Katelyn asked. “Am I helping?” 

“You’re doing an excellent job.” Arthur told her. “You’re a good girl, Pet. So is Mistress.” 

Kelly sucked his cock into her mouth, pushing further until the soft tip pressed against the stiff, wet entrance to her throat. She teased him with the possibility, stroking him with her mouth, playing with his balls, and repeatedly pressing against that barrier without pushing past it. 

Katelyn watched in the meantime, her arm under her, shifting to rub herself between the legs. 

“Did I tell you that you could play with yourself, Pet?” Arthur asked. 

Katelyn snatched her hand away from her panties like Arthur caught her with her hand in a cookie jar. 

Arthur chuckled. “Let me play with you.” He reached over her, sliding his hand along her torso, over her hip, and between her legs. He kept his fingers on the outside of her panties for now but rubbed and played with her, stroking her, stoking her warmth, and letting her arousal grow as Kelly sucked him. 

When Kelly passed his cock to Katelyn, she repeated Kelly’s method, and Arthur continued pleasuring Katelyn while she did it, which caused her some distraction. He slid his other hand along Kelly’s torso, reaching her pajama pants and sliding his hand over her hip toward the warm gap between her legs. 

Kelly grabbed his wrist. 

“It’s okay.” Arthur assured her. “I’ll keep my hand on the outside if it bothers you with your period. If it hurts, and you want me to stop, use your safe words. You remember them, right?” 

“Yes, Sir.” Both girls said in unison. 

Arthur relaxed and resumed playing. Kelly rocked her hips against his hand while he played, and Katelyn tightened her thighs over his hand. 

Katelyn was wet and ready, so Arthur slid his fingers up, then under the waistband of her panties. He pushed her slick, puffy pussy lips aside, opening her to his fingers. He played with her, stroking her, teasing her hole, and massaging her clit until it opened itself from its bud. He pressed his middle finger against it, and she moaned with his cock in her mouth. 

“Please, Sir.” Katelyn said. “Put your fingers in me.” She passed his cock to Kelly, who shifted and plunged her face down until she took him into her throat. She stroked his shaft with her throat, pulling away to tongue the tip of his cock, then plunging her face along his shaft once more and repeating the process with gleeful enthusiasm as he rubbed her between the legs. 

Katelyn moaned as Arthur’s finger slid into her tight but molten tunnel. She closed her eyes, squeezing him inside her as he stroked her, curled his finger, and rubbed her clit with pressure from his palm. 

Kelly continued her blowjob, and Arthur’s grip between her legs tightened even further. 

“I’m close.” Arthur whispered. 

Kelly popped off and offered the cock to Katelyn, who wasn’t paying attention with her eyes closed in rapture, so she giggled when his cock smacked her across the face. She opened her mouth and bobbed for it, catching it and swallowing it. Kelly reached over Arthur and pressed her hand against the back of Katelyn’s head when she didn’t descend far enough to match what Kelly had done. She pushed Katelyn to take Arthur’s cock into her throat, and she glugged, tightening her throat around his cock like a vice as she swallowed him. 

Arthur’s balls tightened in Kelly’s hand, and she squeezed him gently, pressing her thumb against the spot between his balls and his ass. 

Arthur’s grip seized on both women, and Katelyn convulsed as she came, losing focus on the blowjob so that Kelly had to control her, lifting her head by the hair and pushing it down Arthur’s cock again with every stroke. 

Arthur erupted, blowing his seed into Katelyn’s throat as his dick throbbed and pulsed with his release. Katelyn choked, coughing. Kelly pulled her off Arthur’s dick in a flash and took her place, letting Arthur fire his release into her mouth, throat, and mouth again. Katelyn coughed but signaled she was okay immediately at Arthur’s concern. 

She smiled, stroking her fingers through Kelly’s hair. Kelly released Arthur’s cock, and kissed the tip. Katelyn followed her example, kissing the tip of his dick. Kelly pulled the blanket over him, pulling it to his shoulders before she patted his abs and rested her head on him. She used his right side for a pillow, and Katelyn mirrored her on his left with her ear over his steady heartbeat. Arthur kept rubbing Kelly, but she placed her hand over his and moved it to her breast. 

Arthur was too relaxed to protest that she deserved to cum too. He closed his eyes in the wake of bliss that left his heart full and his balls empty. He didn’t want to argue too hard, and he tried to be understanding. He was going to say something as soon as he opened his eyes, but sleep tricked him. 

Katelyn fell asleep first, lulled into slumber by his warm heartbeat, his warm body, and the comfortable embrace of his arm draped over her. Arthur followed as if she dragged him with her. His breathing shifted, and Kelly smiled, closing her eyes and relaxing against him with his arm draped before her. She hugged it, holding him and using him as a pillow. 

They fell asleep with their lips tugged into small grins, happy, warm, relaxed, and content. No words were needed to say goodnight. 

Arthur dreamed of a cozy, warm beach, his feet in the sand, and his girlfriends laughing, swimming, sunbathing, and splashing each other in the lazy ocean waves. 

Katelyn dreamed of herself and Arthur on a road trip, playing passenger princess with his cock in her mouth as he drove. 

Kelly dreamed of the kitchen in their new house, cooking a meal for the girls and Arthur, who waited for her while she descended to the basement to fetch something. She grabbed the bottle of wine she sought and ascended the stairs, ignoring the naked, begging Lynn chained to the wall. Her time would come.