WIP: Harem House Chapter 22 Part 3

“Ready?” Arthur asked.

Kelly nodded.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at her, and Kelly looked confused for a second, then blushed and looked down. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Arthur nodded. “Let’s see… I know you enjoy costumes and roleplay already, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Kelly agreed. She set down her wine and started massaging his feet with both hands.

“And you seem to like it when I spank you.” Arthur pointed out.

Kelly bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” She chuckled a little bit. “I actually wanted you to spank me Wednesday night, but you never did.”

“It wasn’t the time for it.” Arthur admitted. “But who knows? Maybe the maid will need a spanking later if I’m dissatisfied with something in her performance.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll have to spank her.” Kelly assured him. “I’m sure she’ll find some way to mess something up, and if not, you can always make something up. She won’t know the difference.”

Arthur smirked. “And how do you feel about playing in public?” Arthur asked. “Like if I were to take you outside to spank you?”

Kelly seemed to think about that for a moment. “I guess it depends.” She admitted. “Outside is fine. It could even be really sexy. But involving people I don’t know, or who aren’t in the harem who might see us…” She shrugged. “I’d try it if you really wanted to, but I don’t think I’d suggest it. If that makes sense.”

Arthur nodded. “Makes perfect sense.” He agreed. “And if we ever do it, I’ll make sure it’s not something that would get you or anyone else in trouble.” He assured her. “And sex outside… you’d be okay with that, you said?”

Kelly nodded. “If the weather’s nice?” She shrugged. “Sure. I could see a day, laying out by the pool or up at the lake, getting you all hot and bothered, leading you into a cool patch of shade, laying you down, and riding you until I can’t take it anymore.”

Both of them saw Arthur’s physical reaction to her words. He adjusted himself and continued, determined to finish his list of questions before getting too distracted.

“Do you like being tied up in ropes or restraints?” Arthur asked. “Does it turn you on?”

“I’m not sure. No one's tied me up before.” Kelly admitted. “I’m curious, but not like… excited. Does that make sense? I don’t think the concept turns me on, but I still want to try it to see if it will.”

Arthur nodded. “I get that.”

“It helps that there’s less pressure, honestly.” Kelly admitted. “I know if I don’t like it, it’s okay because one of the other girls will do it for you. So, not everything has to be our thing. Kinda nice.”

“I agree.” Arthur realized she made a lot of sense.

Kelly didn’t have to pretend to like something if she didn't enjoy it. Selene, Kat, and Mindy seemed to like bondage enough for everyone. Rani seemed to enjoy it, too. It might make her the odd woman in the harem, but she trusted the others not to judge her too harshly. The harem was dedicated to its no-judgment rule.

“On the other hand…” Kelly looked thoughtful, and Arthur patiently waited for her to continue. “I guess I am a little worried about not doing something everyone enjoys.”

“Don’t worry about anybody else.” Arthur assured her. “This is just about you and your fantasies.”

“And you and your fantasies.” Kelly pointed out.

“No.” Arthur corrected her. “I know my fantasies. And you don’t have to worry about those just yet.” He smirked. “Now, how would you feel about wearing bondage gear under your clothes, like at class or work? Stealthy sexy stuff?” Arthur asked.

“Like the lingerie I have on?” Kelly asked suggestively.

“Kind of like that.” Arthur admitted. “Yeah.”

“Sure.” Kelly winked at him.

“How do you feel about sensory deprivation?” Arthur asked. “Blindfolds, noise-canceling headphones?”

Kelly gave that question a great deal of thought. “Well, I’ve worn blindfolds to bed before, but that was to help me sleep. So… maybe? But there’s a good chance it’ll make me fall asleep instead of getting me all hot and bothered.”

Arthur made a note in the doc on his phone.

“With spanking, do you like impact play of any other kind? Breast-slapping, face-slapping, that kind of thing?

Kelly also considered this deeply. “I’m honestly not sure, " she admitted. “I’d be willing to try it, but face-slapping might be risky. Instinct might take over, and I might-” She made a punching motion with one arm, a quick jab to demonstrate her potential violence if triggered. “You won’t want to have to explain that bruising, will you?” she asked Arthur.

Arthur laughed. “Okay.” He said. “What about gags? Have you ever worn any?”

“I don’t mind gagging on your cock.” Kelly said suggestively, which got the reaction she hoped for, and she giggled in response. “I’ve never tried anything else, so… maybe? My jaw might get tired, though.”

“How do you feel about being degraded or humiliated? If I were to call you names or be misogynistic toward you, that kind of thing?” Arthur asked. He was curious about all of her answers so far. She seemed to be really taking her time thinking about each question, imagining a scenario where it would happen, and gauging her imaginary reaction to the events like she’d watched it happen. The pattern continued with this, and she smiled slightly.

“If it fits the scenario, like tonight maybe, then I think it’d add to it.” Kelly admitted. “But in everyday life, I like how you treat me. It’s one of the things I really like about you. So don’t change that unless we’re doing a roleplay or something.”

“Doubly noted.” Arthur said. He made the note and smiled, and Kelly smiled back at him.

“How would you feel about being wrapped up or held down? Fully immobilized?” Arthur asked.

Kelly again seemed to think about the question, then shrugged. “I guess it might depend on what else you were doing to me.” She realized. “Like, if I’m all wrapped up tight with a vibe between my legs or something, that’d be super-fucking hot.” She raised her hands to demonstrate a scale being knocked out of balance. “But if you just wrap me up in tinfoil or something and walk away, I’m gonna be pissed.”

Arthur made the Boy Scout sign. “I promise not to wrap you up in tin foil, even if you are a snack.”

Kelly laughed.

“I appreciate that.” Kelly bowed her head.

“How do you feel about consensual non-consent?” Arthur asked.

Kelly looked confused. “Can you ask that again in a way that makes sense?”

Arthur looked apologetic. “It’s when… well, when people agree ahead of time that the other has the power to have sex with them, regardless of whether they consent to it in the scene at the time.”

Kelly seemed to think about it.

“I’m sure I’m butchering that definition.” Arthur admitted. “But it’s… well, exactly what it sounds like. Playing out non-consent, but as part of a roleplay you consent to. Admittedly, it's not my personal thing, but it can be hot.”

Kelly seemed to be getting it. “If it’s not your thing, why ask about it?” Kelly asked.

“Well, because it might be your thing. And if it’s your thing, I’ll do it for you.” Arthur explained.

“Wait…” Kelly held up a hand. “You wouldn’t ask me to do something I didn’t want to, right?”

Arthur shook his head to indicate he wouldn’t.

“So why would I make you do something you don’t like?” Kelly asked. “What are your answers to these questions?” She asked. “What’s your kink list?”

Arthur smirked. “We can talk about that later.” He assured her. “For now, let’s finish yours.”

Kelly made a dissatisfied harumph but obediently nodded for him to go on.

“So, how do you feel about consensual non-consent?” Arthur asked.

“If it’s part of a scene…” Kelly hesitated. “No, even then, I don’t think I could do it, much less get turned on by it. I don't mind you getting turned on and fucking me whenever you want, but I don't think I'd have it in me to pretend to not want it. I like our little roleplays, but I don't like the idea of roleplaying rape.”

“That’s okay.” Arthur assured her. “Some people like it, some don’t. I try not to judge.”

“Does somebody in the harem like it?” Kelly asked, surprised. “Who?”

Arthur shook his head. “You’ll have to talk to them.”

“Oh, I will.” Kelly assured him. “I’m going to ask them all about their and your kinks now that I know there are so many different options on the list.”

Arthur chuckled. “Well, on that note - how do you feel about domestic chores and servitude as a means of play?”

“I love that idea.” Kelly said immediately.

“Yeah?” Arthur asked, just to be sure.

Kelly nodded fiercely. “Yeah.”

“Okay.” Arthur smiled, then looked back at his list. “How about being made to act like an object. Life if I were to use you as a footstool or table?”

Kelly seemed to think about it for a moment. “I mean, I’d do it.” She realized. “But I don’t think I’d get an orgasm from it.” She admitted. “So if that gets you off, then sure, but left to my own devices, I’d rather be your wife than your coffee table.”

“Makes sense.” Arthur smirked, temporarily distracted by the thought of Kelly in a bridal veil and little else. “How do you feel about showing off your body? Exhibitionism?”

“I mean, I have a good body. I’m proud of the work I put into it and my results, so honestly? I think I’d be fine with it as long as they’re all consenting adults.” She shrugged. “And I’ve flashed a person or two on a dare before.”

Arthur kept making notes as they went, though he occasionally spared some time for one of the three instances of another app he had open on his phone. “And you seemed okay with the girls watching us or being watched the other night.”

“Oh, I’m fine with the harem.” Kelly agreed. “I feel pretty comfortable with them. Especially after Wednesday.”

“That’s good news for me.” Arthur joked, making Kelly smirk and give him another wink. “So you’d be okay with group sex?” He asked.

“With that group? Yeah.” Kelly nodded. “Or do you mean, like, with strangers?”

“Both, I suppose.” Arthur shrugged. Both were essential questions.

“I’m fine with the harem and you.” Kelly assured him. “Strangers… not so much. I think you could take one of the others to the local orgy.”

Arthur nodded. “What do you think about surrendering your control of choice to me?” Arthur asked. “For me to tell you what to wear, what to do, that kind of thing?”

Kelly seemed to think about this one for another long few moments. “I don’t want you to abuse it, obviously, but having you approve my outfit yesterday was pretty hot. It got me really turned on. So… if it was like a housewife situation or something… yeah. I think I’d like that a lot. Probably more than I should, really.”

“There are no ‘shoulds’ in kink.” Arthur assured her. “You like what you like, and that’s okay. No judgment from me or anyone in the harem.” He waited a moment and then continued. “Now, what do you think of wax play? Or ice-cube play?” Arthur asked.

“Like hot wax?” Kelly asked. “I guess that’d be okay. I’ve waxed; I can’t imagine it would be more painful than that.”

“It’s not.” Arthur assured her. “Wax for BDSM play usually has a lower melting point than typical candles, and it’s not really meant for hair removal.”

“Oh.” Kelly looked thoughtful. “That might be fun then.” She said.

“I’ll add it to the list of things to try.” He agreed.

“How do you feel about pain in general?” Arthur asked.

“Like, am I turned on by it?” She asked. “Not really. With spanking, I think I like the ordeal more than the pain - the general feeling over the specific pain if that makes sense.” She seemed uncertain and looked to Arthur for some kind of assurance.

“You are making sense so far, I promise.” Arthur assured her. After a pause, he asked: “So… hair pulling, yea or nay?”

“Hair pulling is sexy?” Kelly asked, surprised.

“It can be.” Arthur assured her.

Kelly laughed again. "We'll have to try it and see."

"How do you feel about choking?" Arthur asked.

"I'm… not sure." Kelly admitted. "I've seen it in porn and read it in books, but… I'm not sure if I'd like it in real life."

"Is it something you want to try or something you want to skip?" Arthur asked. "Don't feel pressured to try it for my sake." He assured her.

"Do you like it?" Kelly asked.

Now, it was Arthur’s turn to look thoughtful. "I like the sense of power and control over you that it gives me." He answered honestly. "But if it's on your no list, then it's one less thing I have to remember to do." Arthur weighed the options and then shrugged. "So I win either way."

"Let's leave it on the try list then and see what I think of it. I might like the feeling of surrendering all that power and control." Kelly smiled coyly at him and went back to rubbing his feet.

"Speaking of control, how do you feel about being ordered to do things?" Arthur asked.

"Like, you giving me orders?" Kelly thought about it. "It's hot."

"How did you feel about giving orders the other night?" Arthur asked.

Kelly seemed to think about that, too. "That was hot too." She admitted. "I kind of…" She looked away, slightly embarrassed.

"Don't get shy on me now." Arthur groaned. "What were you going to say?"

"Nothing." Kelly shook her head.

"Really aiming for that spanking, huh?" Arthur smirked. "I'll put you over my knee for lying to me, you know. What were you going to say?"

Kelly bit her lip. "Well, now I want to make you put me over your knee." She complained and hit his foot with a light slap. "You can't say things like that and not follow through!"

"Later." Arthur promised. "I want to get through the list before we play." He explained. "Now, tell me what you were going to say." His tone shifted to let her know she was on the edge with her decision. If she pressed into her refusal, there was a good chance she'd enjoy being made to regret it. Yet, she didn't want to start playing just yet. She wanted to figure some of these things out.

Arthur gave her an expectant look and waited patiently.

"I was just going to say I kind of like leading the harem, " she said softly. "I get… a kick out of it."

"It turns you on?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Sir." Kelly said quietly. "Kind of. But I don't want you to think that means I'm not wife material." She said quickly. "I like being Mistress to them, but I like submitting to you - if that makes any sense at all. And being Mistress still makes me incredibly nervous."

"You make perfect sense." Arthur assured her. "It's called a switch."

The word meant little, perhaps nothing, to Kelly, but she nodded quietly and looked down at her hands.

"Are you familiar with the term?" Arthur asked.

"Not at all." Kelly confessed. "But I trust you."

“It means you might enjoy switching between being submissive and dominant.” Arthur smiled softly and checked her answers so far against his list. "Now, how do you feel about me having control over your body, like how to cut your hair or where to shave? How do you feel about forced shaving?"

"I thought you wanted me to grow out my bush?" Kelly asked, confused.

Arthur nodded. "I think it'd suit you." He assured her. "But that was my advice before. How do you feel about that being my decision?"

Kelly seemed to think it over. "I think I prefer it being your decision." Kelly admitted. "It's one less thing I have to worry about, and then I know you'll like it, whether it's my bush, hairstyle, clothes, or whatever. Though… I hope you’ll be smart enough to consider my preferences."

“I certainly like your style.” Arthur made a note.

"But how far does that control go?" Kelly asked curiously.

"What do you mean?" Arthur looked up from his phone as he asked.

"Your control over my appearance and stuff. If you want me to get a tattoo or something, do I have to do it?" Kelly asked.

"I wouldn't make you get a tattoo." Arthur said immediately.

"What if I wanted a tattoo, but you didn't want me to get one?" Kelly asked. "What happens if I decide to take a little control back?"

"Then you use a safeword, red light, or yellow light to let me know, and you take some of the control back. It's no big deal." Arthur explained.

"Okay." Kelly said thoughtfully. "Okay."

"How do you feel about playing with toys?" Arthur asked.

"Like… dolls?" Kelly sounded very confused. "Is that a kink somehow?"

Arthur laughed. It took him some time to control his laughter because Kelly's confused expression so perfectly matched her tone that it nearly sent him into a fit.

"What's so funny?" Kelly asked, giving his foot a squeeze.

"I meant sex toys." Arthur managed to squeeze out through his laughter. "Not kid's toys."

"Oh!" Kelly joined him in his laughter then. "That makes a lot more sense." She nodded. "I don't know, honestly." She answered as her laughter turned into a comfortable smile. "I think I prefer the personal touch, but I'm not opposed to using them."

"How would you feel about using them on others?" Arthur asked. "Like if I had you spank one of the others with a paddle or fuck them with a strap-on?"

Kelly thought about it. She imagined Selene naked, bent over her lap, a raised paddle in Kelly's hand that she brought down on Selene's round cheeks while Arthur watched from a chair in the corner and corrected her form. The idea was pretty hot. Then she imagined strapping on a dildo, preferably double-sided, and taking Selene from behind while Arthur fucked her face.

Both scenarios had their merits.

"Yeah, I could be into that." Kelly admitted. "I'm willing to try it, anyway."

"Good girl." Arthur said, which made Kelly blush and bite her lip.

"This list feels long." Kelly complained. "Are we almost done?"

"Almost." Arthur answered. "Just a few more things to check."

"Any limits on what you'll do sexually?" Arthur asked. "Anything you know you don't want to try, either from experience or something you've seen in porn?"

Kelly had to think about it. "I uh… I'm not into knives or needles, anything that pierces the skin."

Arthur nodded.

"Is there anything physically you can think of that specifically turns you on?" Arthur asked.

Kelly again thought about her answer before speaking. Finding the words took her a minute, but she eventually decided what to say.

"I like playing wife to you." She admitted. "Not pretending that we're married, though, that's part of it, but taking care of you in simple ways. It's like foreplay, and it really turns me on to know that I'm doing it for you. If that-"

"It makes sense." Arthur assured her. "And I love that you enjoy that." He nodded. "I enjoy playing husband to you. Coming home to you, taking comfort in you… it’s nice."

Kelly blushed but nodded her agreement. She was glad he understood and didn't say anything that made her feel dumb for liking or wanting what she wanted. Even if she knew deep down that they were just pretending to be husband and wife. Quiet moments like this? Sitting on the sofa together, talking, laughing, listening, and touching each other comfortably? It was bliss. And it made her look forward to what they had planned for the rest of the night.

"Last question." Arthur promised. "How do you feel about bodily fluids, specifically cum. I don't do pee or scat." Arthur explained.

"What do you mean?" Kelly asked.

"Are you okay with facials, being ordered to swallow cum, or if I cum inside you?" Arthur asked.

"I'm not turned on by the feel of it on my skin." Kelly admitted. "But I'm fine if you shoot your load on me. I much prefer it in me, though. Like… in my-" She gestured.

"Pussy?" Arthur supplied.

Kelly chuckled slightly and nodded. She hadn't been able to think of a word besides "womb," and she didn't want to scare him. She was on birth control, but if things went well with Arthur, she could imagine plenty of futures with him that involved him trying to put a baby in her. His being a good, strong husband and a caring, loving father was an imagined scenario that she found carnally enticing. Watching Arthur demonstrate good paternal instincts, she bit her lip just thinking about it.

"You okay?" Arthur asked. "It looked like I lost you for a second there." He laughed as she snapped out of her 'off in another world' look.

"Yeah." Kelly chuckled. "Sorry." She smirked. "So we're done? That's the entire checklist?"

"That's it." Arthur assured her. "You remember the safewords?"

"Yellow light, which I suppose is a softer stop than Red light?" Kelly asked.

Arthur nodded his approval. "Good girl."

Kelly smiled. "Does that mean I can go get changed?"

Arthur laughed. "Go on." He nodded. "You want the bathroom, or second bedroom?"

"Bathroom." Kelly answered. "It has the mirror."

Arthur nodded and watched as Kelly stood up, stopped to kiss him on her way past, then took up her overnight bag and disappeared into the bathroom. Then she returned, grabbed her garment bag, and disappeared again.

Arthur chuckled and decided to amuse himself with his phone for the next few minutes while Kelly got changed.

~~~

Rani, Kat, Selene, and Katelyn were in their corner booth closest to the bar. Rani was on her third drink, and Kat was drinking water after finishing her first. Selene was on her second but was listening to the music and watching the band more than the others. Katelyn was on her fourth drink and wasn’t paying attention to the band. She was looking at all the men in the bar and still hunting for the face she’d seen outside the bar.

“He’s not here.” Rani assured her. “He probably bailed when he saw you come in.”

Katelyn frowned. She supposed she should be grateful that Sean and whatever slut he was with now weren’t here to ruin her night. On the other hand, she felt deprived of the opportunity to ruin his night, which was less acceptable.

“Good.” Kat said as she put her hand over Katelyn's. “Don’t think about him.” She nodded toward the bar. “What about any of these guys? Some of them look okay.”

The bar had a lot of people in it. They weren’t the only women; they weren’t even the only single women, but many of the people here already looked coupled up, and some looked older. A few single guys were at the bar, but they ranged in age from college peers to retirement age. It was all a bit of a crapshoot. Some were obnoxious, shouting requests or commentary at the band, and others were fine, chatting away with their friends.

“What kind of guy do you like?” Rani asked. She knew Katelyn the least, but she was also the most direct and adventurous of Katelyn’s three companions. “Older, younger, tall, short?”

“Tall.” Katelyn said immediately. “And I don’t mind a slightly older guy, but not too old.”

“Half his age plus seven?” Rani asked. She explained when the girls at her booth looked at her with expressions that only spoke of confusion. “That’s a pretty common rule for dating someone younger. Half your age, plus seven. So, in your case, we’re looking for a guy no older than twenty-eight or so?”

Katelyn shrugged. It was tough to tell ages directly, but she could see a few she deemed acceptable. There wasn’t anyone there who really jumped out at her, though. There was no one there who was handsome, single, someone who would make college athlete Sean jealous.

“What about him?” Rani nudged Katelyn. “He’s cute.”

“He’s like thirty-five, easy.” Kat said reproachfully.

“So?” Rani shrugged. “It’s more like a guideline anyway. And it’s not like she’s looking to be his new girlfriend or anything, just some fun for the night, right?”

Kat shrugged. Rani had a good point, and she couldn’t debate too hard or think too clearly because the vibe had started back up again. Whatever Arthur and Kelly were doing, he seemed to be having fun alternating between them with his remote control over the vibes they wore here.

She was surprised Kelly was okay with him being on his phone that much, but maybe he’d programmed something? Or perhaps something in the app let him set it up on a timer? She didn’t know, but it was frustrating. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but in a-- and it was off again. In a way, that made her wish it would just stay on long enough to get her off already. It kept coming on, turning her on, getting her worked up, and then cutting her off. It was torture. She would prefer a hundred spanks with a studded paddle than another half hour of this.

Selene and Rani were enjoying it far more. A small smile appeared on Rani’s face, and she closed her eyes as if she were listening to the music and enjoying herself. Kat just knew she was enjoying the vibrator far more than the music.

The music wasn’t actually that bad. It was good, in fact. The drummer seemed to know what he was doing. The bassist knew his job, and the lead guitarist seemed to know what he was about with his finger-picking. The lead singer, who sang rather than played an instrument, was pretty cute, though not exactly in shape. Still, his voice was good, which was hot in and of itself, but combined with his southern twang accent? It was a good package.

“What about the band?” Kat asked. “Selene, you said you knew someone in the band?”

Selene nodded. “That’s Caleb.” She pointed to the singer. “A friend of mine from theater club.” She explained.

“He’s kind of cute.” Kate suggested.

“He’s gay.” Selene shrugged.

“Damn.” Kat shook her head. “He is kinda cute, and that accent could be hot.”

“It’s uh…” Selene didn’t have the heart to tell her it was fake. Caleb, in his natural environment, was very obviously gay and very obviously from the northern Midwest. “It’s okay.” She shrugged.

“What about the rest of the band?” Rani asked as she seemed to come back into the world.

It was Selene’s turn to close her eyes slowly and then open them to resume the conversation with some difficulty. “No idea.” She admitted. “I think the drummer is local but doesn’t go to our school. But I know I’ve seen the guitarist around campus before. Usually playing his guitar in the quad to pick up chicks.”

The girls chuckled at that. No one knew where the stereotype started, but somehow, it got picked up, and every year, there was some guy who thought playing his guitar in the quad like some kind of modern troubadour would woo his choice of women. The weirdly inexplicable thing about it was that sometimes it worked.

“What about the bass player?” Katelyn asked. “He looks tall and… if he shaved that goatee, he might be kinda cute.”

“His hair looks gross.” Rani commented. “Who wears long hair like that?”

“Definitely looks like he should be in a screamo band instead of a country music band.” Kat commented.

Selene shrugged. “They play all kinds of music. Helps them get gigs.” She explained. Caleb had talked to her about it before.

“Hey, wait.” Rani said as she sat up a little. “New blood.” She nodded behind Selene and Katelyn to the front door.

A group of guys their age, some of which they recognized from campus, came in. They weren’t dressed for the bar; they wore sports jerseys, t-shirts, and hoodies, but only a few looked like they might play. Fans, having just come from a game that they seemed to want to celebrate.

“Which one do you want?” Rani asked Katelyn.

Katelyn looked them over as they went up to the bar. She looked at their faces to see if any had a dangerous or creepy appearance. Then she looked at their bodies, or what she could see of them, as they got closer. Then she looked at their backsides, again, what she could see of them, as they got to the bar and ordered their drinks.

“Number four looks cute.” Katelyn ventured.

“Hm…” Rani seemed to size him up. “Pretty sure I fucked him before.”

“Was he any good?” Katelyn asked.

Rani snorted. “He was… okay.” Now that she thought about it, she was sure she had the right guy. It was last semester, maybe January or February. The guy was average-sized and an average lay, which was to say he made minimal effort and thought that lasting a few minutes in the missionary position made him good at sex. His foreplay game was okay, but nothing to write home about. He was a good kisser, but he didn’t go down on her or offer after she went down on him, which was a massive strike against him in her book. “Four or five out of ten.”

“Ten being…” Katelyn prompted.

Rani glanced over at Selene and winked. Selene, Kat, and Rani giggled.

“He’s that good?” Katelyn asked.

“When you were fuckin’ Sean, did he ever give a fuck about whether you came or not?” Rani asked bluntly.

Katelyn was taken aback by the question, but she thought about it. “I mean. Yeah.”

“Yeah, like he enthusiastically went out of his way to make sure you came when you hooked up, or yeah, like he asked you if you came after he was finished every time and patted himself on the back when you lied and said yes?” Rani asked with an eyebrow raised in challenge.

Katelyn was startled by Rani's frank no-bs approach, but Kat and Selene were getting a little more used to her by now, and Selene was smiling encouragingly at Katelyn. Kat was taking a sip of her water, noticing as one of the newcomers, the big guy (big as in tall, broad, and a little thick but in an ape-ish way) in the hoodie, was looking over at their table.

“The… the latter, I guess.” Katelyn confessed. “But I wasn't always lying.” She added quickly.

“Did he ever ask you what one of your sexual fantasies was and then act it out with you even if it wasn’t his favorite thing?” Selene asked. “And did he do it so well that you can finish yourself in a minute or two just remembering it?” She bit her lip and closed her eyes as if recalling it at that moment and enjoying it far too much for public decency.

“I mean…” Katelyn didn’t have to think about that one at all. “No.”

“Did he respect your boundaries, admit when he’s wrong about something, or when he’s fucked up, and actually put the work in to be better next time?” Kat asked, surprising Katelyn that she was even joining in on this.

“No.” Katelyn admitted.

“He’s that good.” Rani nodded. “And that’s not even counting the kinky shit we get up to or the fun we have when it’s two or more of us with him. I didn’t even know if I’d like the kinky shit, but fuck if I didn’t cum the hardest I ever have. The night I spent with him and Mindy? Or the night we all spent together? Those are in my masturbation memories bank for life.”

Selene made a show of sipping her drink innocently.

Kat sputtered a bit into her water as though something unseen had poked her right when she’d gone to take a sip, but she recovered.

“You okay?” Katelyn asked.

“Yeah. I’m fine.” Kat assured her, wiping some of the spilled water from the table with a napkin.

“Hey, three o’clock.” Rani said as one of the guys broke off from the group and approached their booth.

It was the larger guy in the hoodie who came up to the table and gave them all a smile. His teeth were good, and his face was cute. A little round, but round as in soft-edged rather than pudgy. He had muscles, but he was swole, his muscles covered by a thick layer of body fat. He was looking directly at Kat as he approached, and she met his gaze by accident.

“Hey.” He said simply. “My name’s Terry. Can I buy you a drink?”

Rani, Selene, and Katelyn looked at Kat, who looked surprised they were all looking at her. She looked confused and then back up to the big guy.

“Me?” She asked, pointing to herself. Clearly, she believed he should be directing that question toward Rani, Katelyn, or Selene.

“Yeah.” Terry nodded. “What’s your name?” He asked and waited patiently.

Kat continued to look surprised.

“Her name’s Kat.” Selene supplied. She smiled to be polite, but she didn’t like encouraging Katerine to get a drink with this guy. The more she thought about it, the more she disliked the idea of Katerine, or Rani, finding someone else tonight. After all, they were here for Katelyn, and the collars around their necks meant something to her.

Kat nodded. “Yeah.” She said. “My name’s Kat.”

“Why don’t you go up to the bar and tell the bartender what you’d like to drink?” Rani suggested, oblivious to Selene’s expressions, trying to silently tell her to shut up. “And Terry here can buy it for you. You can get to know one another on the walk.” She was trying to be helpful. For all her intelligence, Kat looked like she was trying to remember whether language existed.

Terry seemed very interested in her answer and smiled, his lips pressed together, realizing the awkwardness.

“Uh…” Kat looked at Rani, who nodded her encouragement. “Yeah. Sure.” She said, still confused. “No, wait-” She looked back and forth at Rani and Selene. “I have a boyfriend.”

Rani shrugged. “You have an open relationship with a man.” She said. “It’s not quite the same thing.”

“Oh.” Terry looked disappointed. “I’m not… I’m not trying to step in on someone else’s uh… relationship or anything.” He explained. “I just thought you were cute and thought I’d give it a shot. You know?”

Kat blushed a deep red and looked away.

“It’s the first time someone’s tried to pick her up at a bar.” Selene explained to Rani, who was starting to look worried.

“Really?” Terry asked. He then had the decency to look surprised that he’d said that out loud.

Rani’s heart melted a little for the guy. She didn’t always go in for guys like him, but that was cute. “You can get a drink with him if you want to.” Rani assured her.

Kat seemed to think about it momentarily and then looked up at Terry. It wasn’t that he was ugly. He was kind of cute, but when she thought about drinking with a guy, she knew who she wanted that guy to be. All she could think about was her dinner at the restaurant with Arthur, a proper date, making them more in her mind than before. She could feel the collar against her throat when she swallowed. She had a boyfriend, a sir, and she couldn't look at this other guy, Terry, without thinking of Arthur.

Kat shook her head, causing her blonde curls to bounce. “I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend. Thank you, though.”

Terry nodded. “It’s okay.” He said. “Your boyfriend’s a lucky guy. Have a nice night.” He turned away and headed back to his group of friends.

Rani looked at Kat, who was still blushing, nervous, and gripping the table like her life depended on- oh. Rani realized part of the problem when the buzzing started between her legs. Kat had been getting buzzed the entire time through that exchange, just a different kind of buzz than those who were enjoying their alcohol.

Rani looked at Katelyn and nodded in Terry's direction. “Well, what do you think?” She asked. “If you don’t fuck him, I will.”

Katelyn chuckled. “Don’t you have a boyfriend too?”

“Open relationship.” Rani said. “So yes, but also I can fuck whoever I want. Technically. And that guy? He seemed nice, clean, polite, and respectful, which is a rarity, and he looked like I could climb him like a mountain.”

Katelyn laughed. “If you want him…”

Rani shrugged. “I could take him or leave him. You’re the one who wants to get laid tonight, right? He’s the best candidate so far.”

“Alright.” Katelyn said after a moment. “How do I get his attention?”

“Do you want the cute way or the direct way?” Rani asked.

“Cute way.” Katelyn answered immediately. “Don’t want you yelling his name across the bar.”

Rani gave a guilty smile as if that was the ‘direct way’ of doing things. The cute way, then, had to be something else. “Go up, say ‘hey,’ tell him your name, and ask if you can buy him a drink.”

Katelyn laughed. “So exactly what he did?”

Rani nodded. “It’s cute.” She shrugged. “And in my experience, a lot of guys like a girl who makes the first move, though it can be risky when he’s with a group of guys like that. You have to be careful not to emasculate him. Maybe vibe check them on your way up, and if you think his friends are a bit old-fashioned, ask him if he wants to buy you a drink.”

“Okay.” Katelyn agreed. “Sure, I’ll do it.”

“You got this.” Selene slid out of the booth so Katelyn could get out. After standing up, Katelyn got out, turned to face the table, and adjusted her outfit. Rani, Selene, and Kat gave her the thumbs up, and they watched from their booth as Katelyn walked across the floor to the group of guys, where it was Terry’s turn to look like a deer in the headlights as his friends elbowed and egged him on to answer her.

They watched as Terry and Katelyn walked up to the bar together, and Rani sighed as the buzzing between her legs stopped. “That girl’s gonna get wrecked tonight in the best way.” Rani chuckled. “He looks like he could break her in half.”

“And that’s… good?” Kat ventured.

Rani gave her a wink and finished off her drink. “Okay, girls, why don't we make a wager?”

“I'm listening.” Selene prompted her.

“I want to see which of us can convince one of those guys to meet us in the bathroom.” Rani announced.

Kat laughed. “You'd win that one for sure.” She shook her head. “I'm not taking that bet.”

“How about… last one to remove these torture devices…” Selene closed her eyes and crossed her legs before continuing. “Gets me as their slave for a day.”

Rani looked over at Kat. “I thought you two didn't…” She knew that they didn’t do anything sexual directly to each other, so she wasn’t sure what benefit Kat could get out of winning that bet.

“We don't.” Kat assured her. “But it would be nice to see Selene clean the apartment for once. I'm in.”

Rani laughed. She supposed any sibling could find a use for their sister if they had them as a slave for a day. She knew her siblings would have jumped at the chance to get out of chores. “And if you win?”

Selene smirked. “Then I present the loser to Arthur for a date with the flogger of my choice.”

“Ooo, interesting.” Rani smirked. “Hm…” She seemed thoughtful. “Let's go with whoever gives in first.” She decided. “And let's make it fair. The same thing for everyone. Whoever gives in first gets the punishment of Arthur’s choice and has to be the winner’s slave for a day.”

Selene looked excited by the prospect, which made Kat giggle and Rani look smug.

“Alright. I'm in.” Kat nodded. “I’m not into women the way you are.” She warned Rani. “But I heard you have a lot of laundry to do? I’ll clean your dorm or something. Not that I plan on losing.”

“I’m in too.” Selene grimaced. “And I'm not losing.”

“We'll see.” Rani said smugly.