WIP: Harem House Chapter 23 Part 1

Selene suddenly pointed forward. “Lookout!”

Kat’s head snapped forward in time to see her headlights illuminate the tawny brown body of a deer. She slammed on the brakes but realized there wouldn’t be enough time to come to a complete stop. She’d been going faster than she realized.

She released the brake and tried to swerve behind the deer instead, taking her headlights off it. It jumped away the moment it wasn’t under the beams, and Kat tried to correct the car’s direction, but she was too late.

The tire caught the dirt on the side of the road and yanked the car in that direction, pulling it into a ditch. Kat held the wheel as firm as she could as she slammed on the brake again, but the force of the car’s back end swung the trunk to the right, and all any of them could hear was the gravel under the tires, a noise like a gun going off, and Katelyn’s retching from the sudden shifts in inertia.

Moments later, Kat, Rani, and Selene stared forward, panting. Katelyn lay with her head on the cushion, her feet on Rani’s lap, her shoulder still dislocated, and vomit on the back of Selene’s chair and the floor of the backseat. And maybe a little on the backseat.

Kat was still white-knuckling the steering wheel.

There was a slight buzzing noise from Selene, only detectable because of the total silence around them.

“Everybody okay?” Rani ventured after a minute of silence had elapsed.

Katelyn gave a moan from the backseat to indicate she was still in pain if anyone cared.

Selene took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Kat started crying.

Selene didn’t try to offer any words of comfort. This was one of those moments where the emotions had been so tense they’d snapped, and Kat needed time to move through them. Unfortunately, they were crunched for time with Katelyn’s dislocated shoulder and inebriation. Their goal was to get her to the urgent care as quickly as possible, and now they were sitting slightly below a semi-rural road, looking across it to an eight-point stag that seemed indignant at having his stroll interrupted.

Selene watched as the stag bounded away into the darkness.

Rani proffered a pack of tissues from her purse, and Selene took them, offering one to Kat. Kat took it and blew her nose. Then she took another and wiped her face.

Kat exhaled, and her voice warbled when she spoke. “I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it ain’t your fault.” Rani said. Her tone was as confident and assured as always. “We’re all alive, and no one got injured.”

She and Selene glanced at Katelyn.

“From that anyway.” Rani amended. “When you’re ready, we’ll get back on the road and be okay.”

Kat nodded. She took another deep breath and started toward the road. She pressed down on the gas, and the car lurched but went nowhere. Gravity tugged them toward the ditch. The vehicle tried to propel toward the road, but the dirt under the tires slid away with every rotation.

Kat smacked the steering wheel with her palm in frustration, which did not help.

The car pulled to the right, and Kat stopped rather than risk spinning the car into the divet of grass and dirt even further.

“Should we get out and push?” Selene asked.

Kat sighed. “I don’t fucking know!”

Selene flinched.

“Hey.” Rani spoke up from the backseat. “I’m gonna get out and see if I can push. Kat, you hit the gas again when I tell you, okay?”

Kat nodded.

Rani climbed out, almost thankful to be away from the smell of Katelyn and her mess. She went back to the trunk, checking the tires and looking around, and shook her head when she checked the passenger side.

“We’ve got a flat tire on your front passenger side.” Rani called out.

“Of course we do.” Kat moaned.

“Hey, it could be worse.” Selene tried to sound comforting but discerned that in Kat’s current mood, there was no right thing she could say.

“Not helpful.” Kat snapped. “Why did I let you talk me into this?”

Selene looked hurt. “We were trying to help your friend, remember?” She put emphasis on the ‘your.’ She didn’t know or care about Katelyn, but Kat did, and tonight was supposed to be for her benefit. That… hadn’t worked out like anyone planned.

“Should I call Master?” Selene asked.

“No.” Kat groaned. “Don’t call him. We can handle this ourselves.”

Kat reached down and popped the trunk. She turned off the car and made her way out.

Rani was already one step ahead of her, lifting up the board under the trunk space to reveal the empty spot where a spare tire should be.

“Fuck.”

“You don’t have a spare tire?” Rani asked Kat, who was now standing next to her.

“The car is a hand-me-down from our mom.” Kat explained. “I guess I never checked it before.”

“Do you have a Triple A membership?” Rani asked.

“No, I don’t have a Triple A membership.” Kat mocked her.

“Sorry.” Rani surrendered. “Just trying to be helpful. Should we call-”

“We’re not calling Arthur.” Kat said. Her tone was defiant at this point. They were strong, independent women. They didn’t need a man to come and save them, even if she, Rani, and Selene would really like to see Arthur ride up on a valiant steed right about now.

“I was going to say a tow truck.” Rani said.

Katelyn retched again. They still needed to get her to urgent care.

"And maybe an Uber?"

~~~

Arthur’s Fitbit buzzed against his wrist, and he checked the timer. It was time to flip the laundry. Kelly, in her character of Megan, the slutty maid escort, had finished cleaning all of the exciting tools and toys Arthur had in his briefcase and trunk. She asked questions when she didn't recognize something, like the spider gag or the leather body harness, and she seemed intrigued and aroused by Arthur’s patient answers.

Right now, he was watching her micro-skirt lift and show off her lingerie and white fishnet-clad ass as she reached up to hang the last of the rope up over the shower curtain rod to dry.

"I'll be right back." Arthur announced as he stood up from the sofa.

Kelly, er Megan, looked alarmed. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"It's time to switch the laundry." Arthur said calmly.

When they put the laundry in, she still wore her black dress under the white lace apron. Now, all she had was a black lace teddy under the white fishnets that rode high up to her narrow waist, her gloves, heels, black collar with its white silk ribbon bow, and two strips of cheap satin meant to be the top and skirt of a two-piece French Maid lingerie. Between her round tits and perfect ass, they both struggled to perform the duty of preserving her modesty.

The total effect was incredibly and undeniably sexy. There was no way he would make her go down to the basement with him like that, just in case one of his neighbors got nosy or decided to do their laundry on a Friday night, too.

"That is my job, Master." Megan said defensively as she came back into the room. She adjusted the white silk gloves that ended just above her elbows. "I will go. You will remain here and enjoy your whiskey."

She’d refilled his whiskey glass, and he'd only taken a sip.

"We'll both go." Arthur decided, recognizing that Kelly wanted to. Maybe the risk of getting caught excited her. Maybe not. They'd find out together. "If you must. But… would you still go if I told you to take off that skirt?"

Megan stopped mid-stride toward the back door and looked at him. She looked defiant, even as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and slid it down, stepping out of it in her black high-heeled shoes.

"And the top." Arthur said.

Megan still looked at him defiantly but ripped the top off over her head. He could now make out her hardened pink nipples at the end of her bell-shaped freckled breasts, still restrained by the sheer, strapless, black lace teddy she wore. She had to pull it up to keep it on, and Arthur enjoyed watching what that did to her breasts.

"And you still want to go downstairs?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Sir." Kelly said. "But I would ask one request."

"And what is that?" Arthur asked.

"That you allow me to wear my apron." Kelly gestured to the sheer white lace shoulder strap apron that lay draped across the arm of the sofa behind him. It wouldn't help much, but it would be more than she had now.

Arthur seemed to think about it for a moment. "And what will you give me in return for this boon?" He asked.

"You already have whatever you want from me, Sir. I am completely under your power." Megan assured him.

"And yet you defy me to go downstairs?" Arthur asked.

"The laundry is my responsibility, Sir. Not yours. I will do it." Megan said defiantly.

Arthur seemed to think about it again and then turned. He picked up the apron and offered it to her. Megan took it and put it on. It lightly obscured everything in the front, even if he could still make out what she was wearing. It offered no such protection or obscurement in the back, which Arthur appreciated as he followed her to the door.

Arthur opened the back door and stepped out onto the narrow landing. He stopped and raised his hand for Megan to stop inside the door. Then he went still and listened, his eyes and ears on high alert for the telltale squeaks of movement on the stairs, doors opening, chattering between his neighbors, or the like. It wasn’t frequent that someone used the back door to the building, but it happened. It also was frequent that his neighbors had anything better to do than laundry on a Friday night, but there was still a tiny chance.

Still, their luck held out, and no one was on the stairs or in the laundry room when they arrived.

Arthur watched as Megan changed the loads from the washers to the dryers. She bent over at the waist purposefully to tease him and give him a show every time she put something in the dryer. The teddy was practically a thong from its hip-high panty lines to the narrow strip of ebony lace that disappeared between her cheeks. She even checked the lint traps and made a show of that. Then she stood aside and waited while Arthur put in the coins necessary to run the machines.

After he started the machines, she headed toward the stairs.

"Wait a moment." Arthur said, which caused her to stop. She obeyed, but she wasn't sure if Arthur was saying stop because he heard someone coming or wanted something.

He wanted something. He patted the top of one of the dryers and gestured for her to hop up. "Sit on the dryer." Arthur said.

Megan seemed uncertain but walked over to him, put her hand on the edge of the machine, and hopped up. Her body was all hard lines of muscle and soft curves, so it was easy for her.

"I want to reward you." Arthur said.

"For what, Sir?" Megan asked.

"For doing such a good job so far." Arthur said. He was highly aroused, and his patience had apparently reached its limit. He wanted to pleasure her and then take his pleasure with her.

"Thank you, Sir." Megan smiled at him. "But… could you not better reward me upstairs?" The laundry room wasn’t dirty, but it was still a basement, and they were still in a public place. There were no cameras, but there was the ever-present danger of neighbors.

"Oh, we'll go upstairs in a bit." Arthur assured her. "But I'm a little impatient." He smiled.

"I can see that, Sir." Megan looked meaningfully down at his trousers, which he was straining to burst through any moment now. "Would you like to help you with that?" She asked.

"Not yet." He decided. "First, your reward." And with that, he opened her legs by pushing her thighs apart. Then he lifted her apron and held it up to her breasts. "Hold this." He instructed.

Megan held the skirt of her apron by clamping her hands against her breasts, where Arthur put it.

Then Arthur pulled her forward a little, pulled aside the fishnets, ripping three cross sections with the hook of his finger, pressing his knuckle against and into her as he did it. Between the evening of teasing her arousal, the vibrations of the dryer, and the forceful, commanding way Arthur was now in control, she was eager. It only took a few rubs of his knuckle to part her lips for him. He slid the narrow strap of her teddy aside. He lowered his lips to her pussy lips and started kissing her there, using his tongue to wet and part her until he found what he was looking for.

Megan gasped and reflexively squeezed her breasts with her long, groping fingers, which only added to her pleasure. "Oh, Sir." She moaned and bit her lipstick-covered bottom lip. "Oh."

Arthur started slow and gentle, building momentum as he went. He suckled and pressed with his tongue, swirling it between kisses that were little more than an excuse for his lips to massage her clit and labia.

Megan's response matched his pace. Her gentle breaths and breathy sighs of "Oh" turned into heaving breaths and general cries of "Oh, God!"

He feasted on her, and she had no idea how he was even breathing. She was lost in pleasure, and the world around them blurred around the edges. She lowered her hands to brace herself on the dryer and prevent her from sliding forward. She didn't know how long it took, whether seconds, minutes, or hours. All she knew was that she loved every moment of it, and when her orgasm came, it took her like the cresting of a ten-foot wave finally crashing down against the rocks.

It rolled through her in waves, rising and falling, only to rise and fall again. She came, clenching her jaw to keep from screaming. But she failed in that endeavor. She wanted to scream Arthur's name. She wanted to let him know that he was her world, nothing else existed but him, but what she cried instead was: "MASTER!"

She panted in heavy breaths that did amazing things to her tits. Her teddy had slipped down to show them off. Her apron skirt had fallen over the back of Arthur's head. Arthur pulled himself away after a few final kisses along her inner thigh. He came out from under her apron after wiping his face off on it, and Kelly grabbed him and kissed him harder than she ever had before.

"That was amazing." She panted.

Arthur smiled and then froze as he clocked movement out of the corner of his eye. A young woman was standing in the doorway to the laundry room with her mouth open. Not Arthur's downstairs neighbor, thankfully, but still someone who lived in the building, at the basement level, if he had to guess. She looked about college-age. Arthur wondered if she went to school with them.

He immediately pulled Kelly off the dryer and placed her behind him, blocking her from view as he put himself between her and the door. She fixed her costume enough to cover herself and placed one arm across her tits and her other hand in front of her bush.

Arthur wondered how long she’d been standing there, but however long it was, she’d seen more than Arthur would have liked.

"Guys actually do that?!?" The woman asked.

"Uh…" Arthur wasn't sure what to say. "Sorry. We just got carried away and-"

"Ugh!" The young woman turned away, apparently ignoring everything Arthur was trying to say. "My boyfriend fucking sucks!" They heard a door slam closed, and the girl was gone.

Arthur's expression turned mortified. He turned to look at Kelly to apologize, but Kelly was inconsolable with laughter. She was bent over laughing, wheezing, and cackling as she reached out to grip Arthur’s arm for support to stay standing. She was crying, laughing so hard, and Arthur had to wonder if this was some kind of nervous reaction or if she had spotted some amusement in what happened that he didn’t. His heart was still pounding in his chest rapid-fire. For now, all he could do was hold onto her, put his arm over her, and try to calm her down.

It took some time, but eventually, she managed to speak.

“That poor girl.” She wheezed. “Should you offer to show her boyfriend how to do it?” She cackled. Gone was the melodious lilting laughter he knew from Kelly. Here was Megan's uninhibited gut-punching laughter, which made him smile as he shook his head.

“Come on.” He shook his head. “Let’s get you upstairs.”

Kelly laughed as she straightened up and let Arthur lead her out of the laundry room. If any of their neighbors heard her giggling as they climbed the rear stairwell, none of them appeared. Arthur’s fit-bit buzzed as he closed his back door behind them and turned the latch to lock it.

“I’m sorry we got caught.” He told Kelly, whose laughter had died down to a silent chuckle.

“I’m fine.” She assured him. “I’m fine. I actually didn’t mind getting caught. It was kind of hot.”

“You weren’t embarrassed?” Arthur asked, surprised.

“Embarrassed?” Kelly asked, surprised. “Now that it’s happened… no, I wasn’t embarrassed. It didn’t feel like we should be embarrassed. It felt like she appreciated our showing off. If she didn’t like what she saw, she could have left, after all. Besides, I work hard for this body. I like showing it off.”

Arthur nodded. That made sense. It was something he could recognize in himself, too. He enjoyed showing off at the beach or the pool over the summer. Exhibiting himself made him feel appreciated, and he was comfortable demonstrating the results of all his hard work over the years. He was like any sculptor who might enjoy showing off their work.

“Still. I’ll be more careful next time.” Arthur assured her.

“Can’t blame you for not hearing her with my thighs over your ears or seeing her with my apron over your head.” Kelly shrugged. “What’s wrong?” She asked as Arthur checked his fit-bit and saw his expression change.

He had three missed calls, all from Selene. Not texts. Calls.

“I’m not sure.” Arthur shook his head. He went over to his phone. Three missed calls and one voicemail. “Uh… we need to take a small break.” Arthur said. “There are some water bottles in the fridge. You should probably crack one open.”

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly smiled at him and walked away to the kitchen. She was still in a good mood, too good a mood to think that anything really terrible could be wrong.

Arthur listened to the voicemail. “Master, it’s Selene.” The message began.

“Are you calling him?” He heard Rani’s voice in the background. “We’re fine!” She protested.

Selene’s voice cut in again. “We uh… need some help. Katelyn got a little too drunk, and she got thrown from the mechanical bull. She hurt her arm, so we were taking her to the hospital, and Kat almost hit a deer. The car’s okay, but she had to swerve off-road, and we popped a tire, so we’re stuck. Can you come get us?”

Arthur was already grabbing his jacket and keys when Kelly returned to the room with a water bottle for herself and one for him. Seeing him about to leave, she realized something was really wrong.

“What’s going on?” Kelly asked.

“The girls are in trouble. They nearly hit a deer and popped a tire.” He explained, leaving Katelyn out of it for the moment.

“Can’t they call triple A or something?” Kelly asked. “Or fix it themselves?” Much less panicked than Arthur was.

Arthur stopped, looking surprised. “I don’t know if they have a spare.” He said. “Or if any of them know how to do it.”

“My dad taught me to change a tire when I was twelve.” Kelly shook her head. “And how to change my oil.”

“Mine didn’t.” Arthur chuckled a little. “But I learned how when my car broke down a few years back.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, but they called me for help, and–” He realized he hadn’t told her about Katelyn. “There’s one other thing…” He pulled up his phone. “Here, you should just listen to the message.”

He played it for her on speaker, and Kelly immediately felt guilty, angry, and a whole range of emotions as she smacked Arthur’s arm. “You could have told me Katelyn was hurt! Come on! I’ll drive.” She said as she stormed over to her purse and grabbed it. “I’ve had less to drink than you.”

“Uh… You’re…” Arthur gestured to all of her, making Kelly look down at herself and realize what she was and wasn’t wearing.

She sighed. “Call Selene and tell her we’re on the way.” Kelly said as she tore off the lace apron. She grabbed her black dress and threw it on. Getting into it was a struggle, and Kelly zipped it up in a surprisingly angry way. She looked a little disheveled but modest enough to be seen without someone realizing it was a costume, so long as she didn’t wear the apron.

Arthur made the call.

~~~

Kat shook her head. “God, she’s going to kill me.”

“Your mom or Kelly?” Rani asked as she took the jack from Kat, returned it to the trunk, and closed it.

The car was still off the road, its blinkers illuminating the night, with Kat and Rani standing behind it to assess the damage. Mud coated Kat’s pink cowgirl boots.

The three girls were still dressed for their evening out at the country music bar. Kat wore a white and pink plaid button-up shirt tucked into white shorts, a pink leather collar with a stainless steel ring in the front, and a closed padlock in the back.

Selene was less on theme with a midriff-baring black t-shirt that ended just below her breasts, black jeans with calf-high boots, and a narrow brown leather choker.

Rani wore boots, jeans, and a checkered black and white flannel shirt open like a jacket over a white halter crop top that showed off her stomach and piercing. She also wore a stainless steel O-ring collar that had two black leather straps attached to it buckled in the back.

“Kelly will kill me first, followed by my mom if or when she ever finds out I blew a tire.” Kat sighed.

“None of this is your fault.” Rani assured her. “If you’d hit the deer, you would have wrecked the whole car. Not hitting it was the best thing.”

“Yeah.” Kat said unenthusiastically and unconvinced. “But we still need to get Katelyn to Urgent Care.”

Selene came out from the car’s passenger side. Her phone was to her ear. Arthur had called her back. “Yeah.” She said. “No, she’s okay. It’s just dislocated.” Selene said. “At least as far as we can tell. We’re taking her to Urgent Care so they could pop it back in, but there was a deer on the road, and now we’re stuck.” Selene explained. “No, we don’t have a Triple A membership.” Selene looked at Kat.

“Is he coming?” Kat asked.

Selene nodded but kept talking to Arthur on the other side of the phone. “No, we’re not driving on it.” She said. “It’s… we ended up off the road, and there’s a bit of a hill, and now we can’t get the car back onto the road.” She explained. “Yeah, there’s a few houses on the other side of the treeline, but nothing else we can really see from this spot.” She explained. “Okay. Okay. See you soon, Master.” Selene hung up the phone.

“Arthur’s coming?” Rani asked.

“He and Kelly are on their way.” Selene said. “He said Kelly’s not mad. She’s worried about Katelyn, though.”

Kat sighed. “Is she doing okay?” She glanced toward her backseat.

“She’s lying on her side.” Selene answered. “She hasn’t gotten sick since the swerving, but she’s still crying. I think she’s in a lot of pain.”

“God.” Kat shook her head. “I feel so bad about all of this.”

“It’s not your fault.” Rani assured her.

“I know. I still feel bad.” Kat answered snappishly, almost suggesting it was Rani’s fault. Rani noticed but didn’t intend to accept the blame.

“It’s a little our fault.” Selene admitted. “We shouldn’t have let her drink that much.”

“She’s a grown-ass woman. She knew what she was doing.” Rani said defensively. “It’s not our fault if she drank a little more than she should have.”

“I mean…” Selene hesitated. “We didn’t need to encourage her like we did. She’s in a bad place, emotionally. She didn’t need to get that drunk.”

“Disagree.” Rani shook her head. “In a bad place emotionally is the perfect time to get wasted and get fucked by an ape-man.”

“Well, she’s wasted, anyway.” Selene sighed. “And I feel guilty about it.”

“Me too.” Kat admitted.

“Well, I don’t.” Rani shrugged.

“Well, maybe you should.” Kat spat.

Rani turned to face her. “Excuse me?”

“Kat…” Selene started, reaching for her sister. She didn’t want any arguments between the harem members, and she didn’t want any resentments. Kat didn’t like Rani when they first met, but after the week they’d had, they’d started to get along. Tonight had been fun up until Katelyn’s misadventure with the mechanical bull.

Kat ignored her sister’s attempt to soothe her temper. “Well, we wouldn’t be in this mess if you weren’t so irresponsible!” Kat snapped. “If you’d spent a little less time flirting with those guys and trying to get wasted yourself, you could have spent more time looking out for Katelyn, which was the entire point of tonight!”

“I was looking out for Katelyn!” Rani said defensively. “She wasn’t gonna get laid just sitting there! Terry needed some encouragement!”

“You could have been more responsible! Told her to stop drinking!” Kat argued.

“I thought she knew her limits!” Rani argued right back. “Who goes out drinking and doesn’t know their tolerance? She wanted to get wasted, and she’s a grown-ass consenting adult, so who am I to stop her? I’m not her mom!”

“Gah!” Kat yelled in frustration, which Selene recognized as her trademark ending to an argument she knew she couldn’t win.

Selene stepped in. “Calm down.” Selene said quietly. “Both of you. We’re not helping anything by fighting with each other.”

Rani grumbled but made no more argument. She crossed her arms and leaned with her butt against the trunk.

Kat glared at her but turned away, returned to the diver’s side door, and leaned against it. They all spent the next few minutes in silence until retching from the back seat broke the peace. Kat groaned. She was going to have to clean out the car. Selene did her best to silently console her.