Enter: Selene

Selene took a deep breath and focused on her hands, clenching the flowing pant material in her lap. She and about twenty other students sat in the auditorium, waiting for their turn to audition. The show? Roger’s and Hammerstein’s Cinderella.

As a freshman, she was still an undeclared major, but she had her eye on the theater program. She’d gotten a dance scholarship to help pay for school, after all. Unfortunately, her mother paid the rest of the bill, which meant compromise. She knew if she declared herself a theater major, she’d have to figure out how to pay for it independently. Fortunately, she had time before she had to make that decision.

Orientation weekend was a blur of new faces, but her suitemates seemed nice. She hadn’t gotten to know them yet, this being the first week of classes.

Her sister was already a sophomore here, but they weren’t rooming together if they could help it. A year of not sharing a bedroom was a welcome relief, and they didn’t have enough hobbies in common to run in the same social circles.

Selene watched the young woman on stage sing and did her best to adjust her hopes. No doubt, theater majors would get picked first, but the school opened the auditions up to everyone. They treated the show like a class, which was worth an elective credit if you participated.

Freshmen, like herself, were usually told they did well but would be needed backstage, while the roles went to upperclassmen. She knew that. Still, she dreamed of being Cinderella and wowing the professors lined up in a row on her turn.

“Thank you, Yvonne.” The professor’s high voice was cheery as she spoke with an accent Selene couldn’t place. “We’ll be in touch.”

Yvonne nodded graciously and stepped aside, coming down to join the others as the auditions continued. Selene admired the young woman’s dark brunette hair flowing over her bright purple dress. The black leggings she wore under the A-line skirt let her move about on stage without fear, though she hadn’t moved much during her audition.

“Arthur? You’re next.”

A tall, broad-shouldered young man in a pair of black suit slacks and a gray button-down shirt put his hand onto the stage, jumped from in front of it, bypassing the stairs, and spun up in one sleek movement that caught everyone’s eye.

Selene’s world slowed as she saw him.

“Show off.” Yvonne scoffed as she took her seat beside Selene.

“Woo!” A black-haired girl down the row cheered. “Break a leg!”

Arthur blushed a little, and the red flush on his cheeks nearly took Selene’s breath away. She didn’t realize she was biting her lip until she heard a small giggle beside her and snapped back to reality.

“And what part are you auditioning for?” A professor asked in a droning voice, with a lack of inflection or interest that was almost impressive.

“Prince charming.” Arthur nodded.

“Of course.” The same professor sounded unsurprised.

Selene wasn’t surprised either. He was tall, a good foot taller than her if she had to guess, maybe more. He was muscular and hot, if not in a movie star kind of way, then in an attainable, real-life way. He obviously worked out a lot, but more than that, he had fantastic posture and soft, kind eyes. His shy nature showed itself as he stepped back and went into his song with a musical vamp.

The energy he put into Ten Minutes Ago blew Selene away. For a moment, she felt he was singing directly to her. She wished she could join him when he spun into his Viennese Waltz with an absent Cinderella, still singing, his voice ringing clear and beautiful on the tenor notes.

“Damn.” Yvonne commented next to her in a whisper. “He’s good.”

“Yeah.” Selene nodded. “He’d make a great prince charming.”

“I wouldn’t mind that at all.” Yvonne smirked softly. “I don’t think any of us would.” She chuckled, gesturing to the young women around them.

“Do you know him?” Selene asked.

“Haven’t met him before, but I’ve seen him around.” Yvonne shook her head. “He’s a Sophomore, I think. I’m a Freshman.”

“Me too.” Selene commented. “My name’s Selene. It’s nice to meet you.”

“Yvonne.” She shook Selene’s hand.

“Sh.” One of the professors ahead of them turned around and shushed the two as Arthur’s song, or the portion of it he sang for the audition, came to its conclusion.

“That was very nice.” The professor spoke again with a high, accented voice, though she was looking at his audition sheet rather than at him. “Thank you, Arthur. We’ll be in touch. Bradford? You’re next.”

Another young man stepped up, using the stairs, and Arthur hopped down from the stage much as he hopped up. The young black-haired girl who had cheered him on before met him at the stage, and they went and sat together, holding hands.

“Damn.” Yvonne frowned. “Looks like we’re out of luck.”

Selene smirked softly but kept watching them.

The girl was pretty. She was half a foot shorter than Arthur. Her ebony hair was cut short into a bob that reached her chin. She was curvy but fit, with a bust Selene envied and a broad set of hips. Her build reminded Selene of her sister’s; only this young woman had more of everything a young man like Arthur might appreciate.

“Do you know either of them?” Yvonne whispered, noticing who was keeping Selene’s attention.

“No.” Selene admitted. “But I’m not opposed to making new friends.” She smiled.

“Me either.” Yvonne shrugged.

“Thank you Bradford. We’ll be in touch.” The professor’s voice droned on.

“It’s uh… just Brad.” The young man said meekly as he stepped down from the stage.

The rest of the hopefuls did their parts while Yvonne and Selene chatted in whispers. Sometimes, it was complimentary comments on the performers, but mostly, it was the basic ‘get to know you’ conversation Selene had talked her way through a hundred times already this semester.

Everyone started with the same questions, and you eventually knew enough about a person to determine whether you’d get along.

Selene was undeclared, but she hoped to be a theater major. Yvonne was already in the music education program and eager to get involved in the theater department, but didn’t want to major in it.

They lived in the same dormitory but on different floors.

Yvonne was auditioning for Cinderella, but so was everyone. Selene’s expectations were to shoot for the moon and land a part in the ensemble. She was a Freshman, and while her dancing was superb, she was not the best singer there.

“Lori?” The professor’s voice asked, and the black-haired girl beside Arthur squeezed his hand as she stood.

“Woo!” Arthur cheered her back. “Break a leg!”

Lori didn’t hop up to the stage like he had, but she used the stairs. She wore a blouse and skirt combo of a royal purple top with a black skirt that fell to her calves. Like Yvonne, she didn’t move around much during her audition, but unlike Yvonne, that was intentional, as she mimed being stuck on tar while she sang.

Unfortunately for the accompanist, she sang Sondheim’s On The Steps of The Palace for her audition piece. To Selene’s surprise, she sang it exceptionally well. Even Yvonne’s hopes of getting the part took a hit.

Yvonne scoffed. “Well, damn, if they aren’t a pair made in theater heaven.”

Selene chuckled quietly. She was a little envious of Lori, not only for her voice but also for her boyfriend. Watching the two of them, Selene could only imagine what they would get up to when this was over. She could picture the tall, handsome Arthur leading Lori by the hand to some empty classroom on the way back to their dorm.

Lori might protest to claim they needed to eat dinner, and she didn’t want to get caught, but it would be an empty protest. She wouldn’t move toward the door, even as Arthur moved to the head of the classroom and stood behind the lectern.

Her breath heaving her chest in anticipation, Lori crossed the classroom to him.

Selene watched from the single pane of glass in the classroom door. The lights were off, and the room would be empty until tomorrow. There was no real danger of anyone catching them besides Selene, who was situated just right. They couldn’t see her, but she could see them as Lori stepped into Arthur’s arms and kissed him.

Lori kissed her way down his jaw to his neck as he lifted his chin out of her reach. She opened his shirt button by button and kissed his collarbone, pecs, obliques, and abs as she sank to her knees. His belt provided little difficulty to her, adept as Lori was at what they were about to do. A yank, a pull, and a zip had his pants around his knees, and she raked her fingers down his thighs to lower his boxers and free his cock.

Selene watched. Arthur stood there undressed, his eyes closed as he enjoyed Lori’s bobbing head, blocking his crotch from Selene’s view. He stood tall and fit, holding his shirt back and standing wide. The crown of Lori’s head started just below his waist, and she looked so small beneath him and in front of him.

“Selene?” Yvonne’s voice snapped Selene back to reality. She looked around, confused for a moment.

Lori descended the steps to Arthur, smiling proudly at her and telling her what a good job she’d done. Selene’s mind was still elsewhere, and then she realized what she missed.

“Selene?” The professor asked again. “You’re next.”

Selene stood up, knowing that was a tough act to follow. She went on stage, and while many of the others parked and honked for their audition pieces, Selene danced. Her singing wasn’t the strongest they’d heard that night, but her voice didn’t waiver or thin because of her physical exertion and remained steady throughout. She used the stage, waltzing across it with ease. She was having fun, and everyone watching could see that.

She wore a pair of high-waisted palazzo pants, black with silver lunar designs on them going up each leg on the outside. Her black crop top showed off the rest of her flat stomach, the elastic band closing below her small breasts before going into long sleeves with ties on each middle finger.

She danced beautifully, and the flow of her outfit only enhanced the movements.

The only distraction occurred when she looked Arthur’s way and saw him watching her. It nearly stopped her in her tracks, but she pushed through.

“Thank you, Selene. We’ll be in touch.” The professor said when she finished. There was light applause from the others, which was typical of everyone who’d auditioned.

There was only one auditioner after her, so she rejoined Yvonne in the seats.

“You can really dance!” Yvonne said enthusiastically. “Did you take lessons?”

“Since I could walk.” Selene answered. “Dancing is the easy part.” She glanced over at Arthur and blushed. His eyes met hers, and she immediately looked away, returning her attention to Yvonne.

“Hey, at least Prince Charming noticed you.” Yvonne said with a devilish smile.

Selene smiled. “His girlfriend will probably get the part.” Selene sighed. “I can see the pair of them now. I bet they have amazing stage chemistry.”

Yvonne shrugged. “I wouldn’t mind taking a chemistry test with him.”

Selene giggled quietly. The performer on stage finished their piece, and the professors seemed to confer with one another as they came to the end of their list.

“Thank you all for coming in and for sticking around to support your fellow future castmates. We’ll be deliberating, but we should have the cast list posted within the next few days. You will be emailed when we’ve made our decisions.” The professor with the accent explained.

The students around them started gathering their backpacks, purses, and belongings, so Selene did the same. She and Yvonne gathered their things.

“Are you going to the cafeteria after this?” Yvonne asked. “Want to grab some grub?”

“Sure.” Selene nodded. She’d planned to eat dinner anyway and seemed to be making a new friend.

Yvonne started walking. “Cool.”

Selene followed behind her for a bit and then next to her once they were out of the auditorium. The other students were splitting off in the halls, and once outside, they had room to breathe.

“Hey, Selene, right?”

Selene turned to see the young black-haired girl talking to her, with Arthur walking beside her, holding her hand.

“Me?” Selene asked. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m Selene.”

“I’m Lori.” Lori introduced herself. “I just wanted to say I loved your dancing.” She said. “You’re really talented.”

“Aw, thank you!” Selene smiled. “You were amazing with that Sondheim song.” She said quickly. “That’s a difficult piece.”

“Thanks. I kind of cheated a little. My high school did Into the Woods, and I had to learn it for that, so I reused it.” She explained.

“But you relearned it very well.” Arthur piped up.

“Oh, this is Arthur. Arthur, this is Selene and…” Lori gestured toward Yvonne.

“Yvonne.” Yvonne supplied. “Nice to meet you!”

“Nice to meet you.” Arthur waved and smiled at both of them.

“Are you two heading to dinner?” Lori asked. “Would you like to sit together?”

“That’d be great!” Yvonne answered for her, but Selene had no reason to protest. She didn’t mind the eye candy.

“You were outstanding, too.” Selene said to Arthur.

“Aw, thanks.” Arthur shrugged. “I messed up more than I would have liked, but I think I did okay.”

“You sounded perfect to me.” Lori swatted his chest.

“And to me.” Selene said.

“Your pitch was a little off in places.” Yvonne said. “But nobody’s perfect.” She shrugged. “I can help you with your singing, if you want. I’m studying to be a music teacher.”

Arthur looked surprised, and Selene couldn’t help but notice that Lori did, too, though her expression was more suspicious than Arthur’s.

“That’d be great, actually.” He admitted. “I’ve been wanting to sign up for voice lessons, but I honestly have no idea how I’ll fit that into my schedule if I get cast in the show.”

“We’ll figure it out.” Yvonne suggested as they reached the cafeteria building.

Arthur held the door open for the girls, and Yvonne nodded her thank you, followed by Selene, followed by Lori, who hung back with Arthur and held his hand once he was no longer holding the door. Selene wondered if she was clingy or territorial or if they were just young and in love.

“You two are adorable together.” Selene said with a smile. “You’ll make a great Cinderella and Prince Charming.”

“Here’s hoping.” Arthur crossed his fingers. “I tried out for the show last year and got an ensemble part. It was a good experience, but I wouldn’t mind getting a speaking part this time.”

“You should at least be in their top three for Prince Charming.” Lori assured him. “You’ve got the looks and the talent.”

“Thanks, babe.” Arthur squeezed her with one arm, and she cuddled into his side as they stood in the dinner line.

“How long have you two been together?” Yvonne asked.

“Since my Freshman year.” Arthur answered.

“We met Labor Day last year and started dating in December right after finals.” Lori explained.

“Took you a while to ask her out, eh?” Yvonne teased Arthur.

“Oh, I asked him.” Lori laughed.

“I’m surprised he wasn’t scooped up by then.” Selene said innocently.

“Oh, I’m terrible at flirting.” Arthur admitted. “I have no idea what to say or do, and I always look and feel like an idiot.”

Lori scanned her card at the reader. “He’s scared of us.” She explained. “Poor guy thought I was pranking him when I asked if he wanted to take me to dinner.”

Selene and Yvonne laughed as they scanned their IDs behind Lori, followed by Arthur, who shook his head as he followed them.

Selene split off into the salad bar line while Lori and Arthur picked their way through the entrees to find healthy options. Yvonne went to the pizza bar and got herself a slice to celebrate an audition well done. The four regrouped at the end of the cafeteria to look for a table, and Selene spotted an empty one by the windows. They made their way over. Selene sat beside Lori. Arthur sat on the other side of Lori, and Yvonne sat on the other side of Arthur.

“So, when are you available for voice lessons?” Yvonne asked.

Arthur pulled out his phone and looked at his schedule before answering while Lori turned toward Selene.

“So, how do you like University life so far?” Lori asked.

“It’s okay.” Selene answered. “It’s been a pretty easy fit, and I’ve loved getting some independence.” She explained. “Have you worked with the theater department before?”

Lori nodded. “The professors can be a bit snobby, but they know what they’re doing, and the shows are always top-notch. As good as any you’d see in the city.”

“Hm.” Selene seemed thoughtful and doubtful she had what it took to be cast as their Cinderella. Still, she didn’t expect Cinderella. That was important. She couldn’t get her hopes up about that. She had to remember that there were others, seniors even, who would do much better than she would at the starring role.

“Don’t worry.” Lori said. “Even if none of us gets the lead, it’s a good experience.”

“I don’t think I’ll have much of a chance against theater majors like you guys.” Selene said. She chewed her salad a bit as Lori smiled.

“Oh, we’re not theater majors.” She shook her head. “Arthur here is in a five-year business program for his MBA, and I’m in Pre-Med.”

“Oh.” Selene said, surprised.

“Why did you think she was pranking you, anyway?” Yvonne asked. “When she asked you out?”

Arthur shrugged. “I don’t know. When a girl out of your league asks you if you want to ask her out, you get suspicious.”

Yvonne smiled. Lori blushed slightly. Selene smiled too. She didn’t think Lori was out of Arthur’s league. If anything, it was the other way around, but she knew better than to say that. Still, it was nice to hear he was humble. It only made him even more attractive.

“Do you want something to drink?” Lori asked Arthur as she stood up. “I was going to get some more water.”

“Water would be great, thanks.” Arthur answered.

Lori smiled at him. “One water coming up, Sir.” She walked away, and Arthur looked over his shoulder momentarily and then turned back to the table. His lip twitched up on one side.

“So you asked her out after she asked you if you wanted to ask her out?” Yvonne asked.

Arthur nodded. “We went bowling.”

Yvonne laughed. “You really aren’t good with women.”

Selene shrugged. “Sounds cute to me.”

Arthur nodded a thank you toward Selene.

“So, have you always liked musicals?” Yvonne asked. “Or did Lori get you into it?”

“Oh, I’ve always loved musicals.” Arthur said quickly. “She does, too, but I’ve been obsessed since I saw my first one as a kid.”

“What was your first show?” Selene asked.

“The first one I saw on stage was Phantom of the Opera.” Arthur answered.

“Oh, you’d make a great Phantom.” Yvonne suggested.

“I dunno.” Selene shook her head. “He looks more like a Raoul to me.”

“Either would be a dream.” Arthur confessed. “Both are on my bucket list of roles to play before I die.” He shrugged. “You’d make a great Christine, though.” He gestured toward Selene. “You fit the ballerina aspect perfectly.”

Selene blushed and looked down at her nearly finished salad. “Thank you.” She said, not daring to look at Yvonne.

“I could see you as Meg for sure.” Yvonne nodded. “With your ballet background.”

“Megara?” Lori asked, returning to the table and placing Arthur’s water in front of him before she kissed his cheek and took her seat.

“What?” Yvonne asked.

“Megara?” Lori repeated her question. “From Hercules?” She looked back and forth between Selene and Yvonne. “That’s the first Meg I thought of. Selene would kill it in a Megara cosplay.” She turned to Selene. “If you were willing to dye your hair.”

Arthur shook his head. “Don’t dye your hair for Cosplay. Get a wig. You know how many people would kill for your hair color?”

Selene kept her eyes down and glanced over her shoulder to the golden-blonde braid she couldn’t see. She knew she and her sister had it in common and little else, but she liked hers long, while Kat preferred to cut it short.

“I could be blonde Megara.” She shrugged. “But you’d be better at a Megara cosplay than me.” She said to Lori. “You’ve got a Hercules.”

Arthur laughed and flexed his bicep, showing his arm off in front of Yvonne’s face. Yvonne laughed and pushed his arm out of her way. Her fingers lingered, and the push was slow, but she released her curled fingers from his bicep when he returned it to his side.

“Sounds like we have another idea for our next Halloween costume.” Arthur said to Lori.

“Ha.” Lori laughed. “Would you wear it? The armor with the short skirt?”

“Sure.” Arthur shrugged. “Might as well show off all my hard work.”

Lori laughed again. “Oh, wait till I tell Kelly. You’ll have to work your legs pretty hard over the next few weeks.”

Arthur chuckled. “Kelly is our gym friend.” He explained to Selene and Lori, who he realized were out of the loop. “She’s my unofficial personal trainer. Lori’s too.”

“She does good work.” Yvonne looked directly at Lori when she said it. “You both look great.”

“Thanks.” Lori smirked. “We work hard for it.”

“Yes, we do.” Arthur sighed. “Yesterday was leg day, and I thought I would faint during that waltz at the audition.”

Selene laughed with the others, and she was the first to finish her food but the last to leave the table. The conversation was better than she expected, and no one opted for dessert. Yvonne had homework, but she’d scheduled a voice lesson with Arthur and would see him soon. Selene had nothing to do but didn’t want to be a clingy third wheel to near strangers, no matter how friendly they were. From the conversation between them, Arthur and Lori were planning on going for an after-dinner walk.

“It was nice to meet you both.” Lori said. “If you give me your contact info, maybe we can let each other know if you hear anything about auditions?”

“Arthur has mine already.” Yvonne commented. “For the voice lessons.”

Lori looked annoyed but nodded.

“Here.” Selene said, offering Lori her phone with a new contact pulled up. “And Arthur can fill his in after you if you want.”

Lori passed Selene her phone, and by the time Selene passed her phone back to her, Arthur was ready to pass Selene’s phone to her. She took it.

“If you put us in a group message or something, I’ll have your numbers.” Arthur said. “We’ll see you around!”

“See you!” Yvonne said and headed toward the library.

“See you.” Selene said. She watched as Lori and Arthur turned aside from the main campus walk to go on one of the walking paths. Selene knew that path well. It would take them around the scenic parts of campus. She walked it sometimes in the morning and took an off-shoot path into the woods when she wanted to read in peace, surrounded by nature.

Selene waved when Lori looked over her shoulder and waved farewell, then headed to her dorm room, only to find a sock on her bedroom door. She looked at it and then looked around her Freshman suite. Like the others, it was a larger square room with two rectangular bedrooms off either side. The window on the wall opposite the door looked out onto the courtyard, which had at least a few plants.

She sat on the couch and stared at her bedroom door, her bag at her feet. She looked around, realizing she was the only one there, and made her decision. She tiptoed to the door and pressed her ear against it.

She couldn’t hear much, but there was a muffled sound of voices on the other side. They weren’t conversing, but they were repeating phrases like “Oh god,” “Yes, there,” and “Mmmm.” which suggested lovemaking was going well. Selene envied her roommate, but she had a different problem.

Listening to the sounds only made her picture Arthur lying on his back on one of their beds. It wasn’t Selene straddling his meticulously carved hips, but Lori. Selene watched from a third-person view as Lori wiggled her hips back and forth, rubbing her cervix against his impaling cock.

Selene’s body responded to the thoughts and sounds, and the warmth between her legs grew to a solid heat.

The door behind her started to open, and she stepped away from the door quickly.

“Hey, Selene!” Her suitemate cheerfully exclaimed at the sight of her.

“Hey.” Selene said, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice.

Her suitemate’s eyes flicked past her to the door, and she frowned. “Kicked out, huh?” She chuckled. “Give it thirty seconds. Her guy doesn’t have the stamina.”

Selene chuckled. “It’s okay. I think I’m going to go for a walk anyway.” She grabbed her backpack.

“Suit yourself.” Her suitemate shrugged and plopped onto the sofa.

Selene left without looking back and turned onto the walking paths toward the woods. There were still a few hours of daylight left, so sitting up in her favorite reading tree and getting through the next chapter for her sociology class would be a good use of time. She didn’t need to keep imagining Arthur and Lori fucking each other.

Then again, if she decided to rub herself a little, it wasn’t like there would be anyone around to notice her.

She turned off the walking path toward the familiar woods beside campus and walked down the well-trod path through a few turns before branching off it toward her favorite tree. She was good at climbing trees. She’d done it since she was a kid and had the faded scars on her hands to prove it.

She climbed the trunk onto the lowest branch, then climbed one higher before she settled in with her bag in front of her, between her legs that dangled off either side. She smirked slightly at the memory of the imagined Arthur on a bed, straddling him.

She wiggled her hips, and the smooth bark rubbed against her without any yield to the sinewy branch. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, listening to the woods around her.

“Here.” She heard a voice. “No one will hear us here. We’re well off the path, and no one could see us.”

Selene recognized that voice. Lori cheerfully and quietly encouraged Arthur as she led him by the hand.

“Please, Sir?” Lori asked. “I’ve been a bad girl. I deserve it.”

Selene raised an eyebrow and looked around as much as she could without moving. Arthur and Lori came up along her right, moving through the underbrush as gently as possible, following the ‘faerie paths’ as Selene called them. ‘Deer Paths’ as they were known to the less fantastical. The wisps of paths that popped up between the underbrush and disappeared a few paces later weren’t the easiest to follow, but the woods weren’t that thick here.

“Are you sure about this?” Arthur asked cautiously.

“It’s better than the dorm.” Lori said. “Way too many people at the dorm.”

Arthur nodded his agreement. “Well, maybe next year we can get an apartment off campus.”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?” Lori asked.

“Well, yeah.” Arthur sounded like he had just realized what he’d suggested and the implications. “Next year.”

“Yes, Sir.” Lori kissed him, pressing him against a tree to Selene’s two o’clock. They weren’t that far away. She could see them, but she was high enough to be out of their eyeline so long as they didn’t look up and in her direction at the same time. If they did, there weren’t enough branches between them to hide her.

“You still want that spanking?” Arthur asked.

Selene stopped breathing.

“Yes, Sir.” Lori assured him. “Please?”

“Ask me properly.” Arthur answered, but his voice was different. He spoke deeper now, with more authority and an edge that suggested obedience was expected.

Selene squeezed the branch between her thighs.

“Would you please spank your submissive slave, Sir?” Lori asked. “I deserve punishment for teasing you in the cafeteria earlier. I called you, Sir, in front of others, and you’ve told me repeatedly that’s not allowed.”

“Do you have your collar?” Arthur asked.

“I keep it in my purse.” Lori answered.

There was a -smack- noise as Arthur slapped her behind.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I meant. Yes, Sir. I always have it near me. I keep it in my purse.” Lori said quickly.

“Good girl.”

Selene shivered.

“Put it on.” Arthur continued.

Selene watched as Lori dropped her bag and squatted down at it. She unzipped a compartment and pulled out a strap of black leather that looked like a small belt. A stud attached to the front with a large stainless steel O-ring. Lori turned her back to Arthur, pulled the collar on, and offered him the straps.

Arthur cinched it, buckled it, and tested it with a pull of his fingers against the leather. He looked behind him and to the sides, but not seeing or hearing anyone, he continued. “Strip.”

Lori didn’t hesitate. She stripped off her clothes piece by piece and stuffed them into her bag until she was completely nude, except for her shoes and collar. Her shaved body was beautiful, every curve a surprisingly well-toned piece of flesh. She was pale, but her breasts and butt were a faded red like she was blushing as Arthur’s eyes devoured her.

Selene lowered her fingers and started rubbing herself as she watched. She squeezed the branch beneath her legs so hard she wouldn’t have been surprised if she cracked it, but she wasn’t thinking about that.

Lori turned away from Arthur, showing him her backside, and she bent over with her hands on her knees.

“No.” Arthur shook his head. “Stand here. Hug the tree.”

Lori moved as she and Arthur swapped places. Arthur reached into her bag and produced a small bundle of rope, tying her wrists around the tree slightly too thick for her to hug completely. Her hands were a foot apart on the other side of the tree and linked together by the rope so she couldn’t escape.

Selene was the wettest she’d ever been, and she had to keep reminding herself to breathe as she watched Arthur stalk behind Lori.

Arthur grabbed Lori by the hair, gnarling his fingers through the hair on top of her head, and pulled her ear toward him. “Count.” He said.

“Yes, sir.” Lori said quickly.

Arthur spanked her with his hand, slapping her across both cheeks with a single blow.

“One.”

Arthur spanked her with his other hand, slapping her left cheek with his left hand.

“Two.”

Arthur spanked her right cheek with his right hand, changing position to wind up and deliver the blow with his flat palm.

“Three.”

He kept going.

“Four.”

He spanked her again.

“Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen.” Lori counted each spank as it landed.

Arthur changed his position again and seemed satisfied with the red hand-print on Lori’s right ass cheek. He matched it on the left as Lori counted out sixteen all the way to thirty.

Selene rubbed furiously the entire time, wiggling her hips against the branch below her and biting her lip to keep from moaning or crying out.

“Is that enough for you to remember what to call me in public?” Arthur asked.

“I deserve more sir.” Lori answered. “And harder. You’re being too gentle, too forgiving, Master.”

Selene nearly came.

The next smack cracked through the woods like a branch breaking, and Selene momentarily worried she’d broken the branch by squeezing it so hard, but no.

“Thirty-one.” Lori gasped out.

Another resounded spank that Selene couldn’t help but envy.

“Thirty-two.”

Arthur spanked her harder and harder, not letting up as Lori counted out the spanks until she was stamping her feet, shaking, struggling to stand while hugging the tree and whimpering between every count.

When they reached forty, Arthur pulled off his belt. “You remember your safeword, right?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said.

“Would you like to use it?” Arthur asked. “We can stop here.”

“Not on your life, Sir.” Lori answered. “Now, please, spank this slave until she learns her lesson.”

Arthur looked beside and behind him again and then struck her backside with the belt. Lori moaned, forgetting to be quiet, and Arthur froze. He looked around again and shook his head. He reached into her bag, pulled out her panties, and shoved them into her mouth.

He struck her with the belt again, and Lori counted quietly, muffled and mangled beyond recognition because of the panties gagging her. Selene kept counting in her head as Arthur spanked Lori from forty-one to fifty.

At fifty-two, Lori frantically made some noises that forced Arthur to stop and remove the panties from her mouth. “You want to stop?”

“No.” Lori moved her mouth a little. “I want permission to cum, Sir.”

“You have it.” Arthur said and pressed the saliva-soaked panties against her pussy lips and rubbed them back and forth. The slick juices between her legs mingled with the slippery saliva and caused Lori to pull against her restraints as she moaned and muffled herself by pressing her lips into her shoulder. Her legs buckled, scraping her front against the tree bark, but her hug kept her more or less in place as Arthur landed the last blow across her cheeks, and Lori came. He shoved the panties back into her mouth, and she screamed into them and his hand, which muffled it to little more than a low moaning sound.

Breathing heavily, Arthur took a step back and admired his handy work.

Lori breathed deeply through her nose a few times, her body limp as she regained her composure. “Thank you, Sir.” Lori said quietly. “Now, would you like to take your slave’s ass, throat, or pussy?”

“Pussy.” Arthur answered as he walked around the tree and unfastened the rope-tied cuff from one of her wrists. He turned her around so that her back was to the tree, exposing her massive breasts and pressing her freshly beaten ass against the bark. He retied her hands so she was reaching behind her to hug the tree now, her hands cuffed and the gap between her wrists wider than before.

He returned to stand before her and lifted her by the chin until she stood straight. He ran his hands over her front, groping her where he wanted to and kissing her. She moaned into his mouth as he squeezed her bark-scratched breasts, and she lifted her legs like she was trying to wrap them around him and pull him closer. He let her, until he finally reached down and dropped his pants.

Lori lifted one leg and then the other as Arthur held her up against the tree, squeezing her between his rock-hard body and the rough bark. He impaled her from below with a shaft Selene couldn’t see from her branch, but it didn’t matter. She watched from her hiding place as Arthur started slowly fucking Lori into the tree she was tied to. His hips moved slowly at first, letting Lori adjust, but within a few minutes, he was hammering away at her, kissing her to stop her moaning.

Selene shuddered as she came, watching them, but Arthur still wasn’t done, so she kept going on herself, too, bringing herself to two orgasms before Lori reached her second.

Lori bit Arthur’s shoulder as she came, squealing a little, her entire body trembling and pulling against the ropes around her wrists and the trunk. Arthur held her and slowed but didn’t stop fucking her tight fuck hole. She was trembling still with every thrust, and Selene rubbed herself slower to match the rhythm.

“Please, Sir.” Lori said quietly. “Cum in your slave. Fill me with your cum. Let this worthless slut help you feel good.”

Selene came a third time as Arthur grunted and stepped back from Lori. He exploded, his hand on his cock as it fired burst after burst, striking Lori’s stomach and legs with white hot cum. She sank lower, sliding down to her knees, letting the bursts work their way up her torso to her breasts and finally to her face, where she tried to catch at least one blast in her open mouth.

Arthur brought the quivering cock to Lori’s lips and let her clean him off.

“Thank you, Master.” Lori said blissfully. “This was exactly what your slave needed.”

“Thank you, Slave.” Arthur panted, his body covered in sweat. “This was exactly what your Master needed.”

Selene slowed her breathing, trying to be quiet as she watched Arthur and Lori recover. She was anxious the entire time, thinking that they would eventually look her way and catch her there. She had a plan if they did. This wasn't the first time she'd watched someone fuck. She’d climb down and strip off. She’d offer herself to them if they caught her. She’d join in if Lori was willing to let her. She’d do whatever she needed to to convince Lori. Go down on her, make out with her for Arthur’s sake, whatever they needed to give her a shot at being allowed to watch next time, too.

She thought for sure they would rabbit away now that they’d finished, but she was wrong.

Arthur reached into his book bag and produced a small first aid kit. He undid Lori’s rope cuffs and bundled the rope. Then he rubbed her wrists and took a look at her. He treated her minor scratches. She didn’t need any bandaids, so it didn’t look like she’d broken any skin, but the bark was rough, and she had several red lines across her pale skin that he treated anyway. Then Arthur rubbed some oil into her backside to keep it from welting. Lori didn’t put her panties back on but left them under the tree as she dressed.

The ritual took another twenty minutes as they chatted quietly and did their work, barely letting go of each other.

“Come on.” Lori said, looking toward campus. “We better get some homework done tonight or you’re going to lose your four point oh.”

“No promises.” Arthur said in that same, deeper, authoritative voice.

“Yes, Sir.” Lori said.

“Hey.” Arthur said quickly. Lori turned toward him. Selene froze, convinced she’d finally been caught.

“Don’t forget to take your collar off.” Arthur held up Lori’s bag.

“Do I have to?” Lori asked.

“Yes.” Arthur answered. “We’ve talked about this.”

Lori sighed but surrendered her collar.

“Good session?” Arthur asked. He offered Lori his arm.

“Good session.” Lori answered. She took his arm, and the two started walking toward campus. "We should come back here soon and do it again."

Selene waited another half minute before taking a deep breath and finally relaxing. “Holy shit, that was hot.” She said to herself as she climbed down the tree. She was still a little nervous and wanted to give them a few minutes before she came out of the woods. Still, there was some good news to this that excited her.

She had a new go-to masturbation memory. She’d never seen BDSM in real life before. It was a porn thing, a book thing, but now it was real. If only she could find someone like Arthur, someone she could call Master.

That was her new fantasy.