Kitten

The heat wave was welcome considerin’ Mistress pulled me from the party into the dead of the night in nothin’ but a stolen fur coat, my glasses, and cat ears. I didn’t even have shoes. Luckily, I’m a barefoot kind of gal. Despite the fact the evening was pushin’ what I’d call sweltering, Mistress felt nothin’ but cold to me.

She hadn’t said a thing, just walkin’ briskly up the trails to the playground nestled deeper in the park as I shuffled behind. I felt gross, never got a chance to clean up. I’m not a girl who minds gettin’ messy, but I had just been gettin’ plowed by a couple dozen people at a gang bang. I felt disgustin’.

I stopped and stamped my foot. “Mistress, what’s going on?”

Sighing, her shoulders sank. Mistress said nothin’.

“Did I do somethin’ wrong?” I could feel myself tearin’ up. “If I did, tell me, and I won’t do it again! I’ll do anything for you!”

“Did you do anything wrong?!” She turned to me, eyes wet and tryin’ to mask her sadness with anger. “The fucking look in your eyes when Red and Wolf showed up! When we play, no matter what I have done to you, no matter what someone else is doing, you are always looking back to me. I was the only person who really mattered.” Mistress never sobbed, she was a quiet crier. Even that was a rarity. But now, I could see her self control slippin’, and the tears were creeping down her cheek.

I went over to her, reachin’ out to slip into her arms and hug her. “Mistress, I…”

I was rejected with a backhand. My cheek burned, that was gonna bruise. “I sell your body. I lend it out for our mutual pleasure. I’ve been cruel, deceitful, and frankly an absolute bitch at times, Kitten. Still, your faith in me never wavered. But tonight, when they came to play, you stopped looking back. You forgot I was even fucking there!”

I felt my belly churnin’ with emotions. Guilt, sadness. Like I should apologize. But anger, too. So god damned angry! She doubted me! She fuckin’ wouldn’t even let me touch her! I considered denying it. But instead, I growled, “So what, Mistress? You really that insecure? Is your fuckin’ ego so fragile that you couldn’t be the center of my universe for five fuckin’ minutes while I enjoyed my new friends?!”

She sneered, and her fingers ran over the scratches I gave her this mornin’. “You little brat! You’ve never spoken to me like this!”

Something was bubblin’ between us. Sayin’ it started with Red would be a lie. It’s been eatin’ at me much longer than that. A slow build-up of resentment that I didn’t understand. And it was comin’ out now, of all nights. “Fine, you wanna talk? Let’s talk! But fuckin’ follow me. I ain’t doin’ this all covered in fuckin’ cum and filth.”

I turned off the path. Time to let her in on one of my secrets.

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Wolf

I hadn’t read Sasha Bradley’s file before. I was cherry-picking the attractive people’s sexy, dirty kinks to tell the truth. Mr. Bradley wasn’t to my taste. Old white guy, not attractive at all. He was kind of dumpy and gross. Really, nothing nice stood out. Red had tossed me the file, not interested in the contents. She knew everything she needed already.

“He’s a fucking asshole. Arrogant. Entitled. Likes having his asshole metaphorically licked. Probably literally too. Well, that’s not fucking happening tonight.” Her teeth were clenched, her fist shaking as she squeezed the crimson leather belt. She had worked for the man’s company for years until Mistress offered her an escape. Obviously, she still carried grudges.

“It says his wife will be there. Virginia. Late thirties. Looks like he never hires the same prostitute twice. Over the years, he’s been through half of Mistress’ talent.” I read through the hastily scrawled notes. “Doesn’t seem like he leaves good impressions either. He often focuses on humiliating Virginia. Either he gets young, pretty girls to fuck in front of her while ridiculing her for not being as good. Or he gets a dom, he likes seeing her roughed up and used.”

“Huh, so is that what he expects? That I’m going to be a good little hooker and give his wife a firm fucking spanking while he gets off? I don’t fucking think so. We’re doing this my way.”

I was reading as we marched to the ‘Jungle Suite’, the tacky decor was certainly a choice. This was a bondage room. I had helped clean it during setup. Ropes and bindings hung from the ceiling like vines, fitting the motif.

I started reading about the wife. Married him when she was seventeen. Gross. And judging from the wedding picture, he had worn her hard. Her natural beauty gone, held together now with plastic surgery and diet pills. Still, conventionally attractive enough. Thinking out loud as I looked at the picture of his trophy wife, I mused, “The file says he tips generously. Especially to the doms who lay into the wife. I could do that. Virginia isn’t terrible looking. Maybe we should just do what he wants and call it a night?”

I heard the crack and found myself falling forward to my knees. The surprise of the blow delayed the pain as my head caught up. The raw strip on my back felt like it was on fire hit and a yelp came from my lips in time for Red to start beating me again.

“This! Fuck! Does! Not! Get! His! Way!” My impromptu dalliance with Red’s strap was making me hornier than anything else. Hell, I’ve got a taste for pain now. And she was putting her all into it, accenting each word with another white hot line of agony. Red was nearly out of breath when she bent down and gripped me by my collar. “Throw that fucking file in the garbage. I have a score to settle. And I’m going to make sure he remembers me this time.”

Really no idea what Red was talking about, but I was sure it was going to be made perfectly clear soon enough.

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Kitten

Mistress had calmed while I was leading her through the labyrinth of trees. I piqued her curiosity. “Kitten, where are we going?”

I heard the telltale trickle of water and turned toward it. “My bugout spot.” It was nearly pitch black under the trees. Pillars of moonlight were shinin’ down through breaks in the canopy. Without them, I would have been completely lost. But it was good enough for me to spot the glistening wet boulder I was lookin’ for.

“Bugout spot? You… you planned on leaving?” Didn’t have to see her face to know the hurt on it, but I didn’t care. Was feelin’ raw after the last few weeks.

“No, I was planning if I HAD to leave. There’s a difference.” The water in the creek pooled here before it trickled along. It was a few feet deep, water was warm this time of year. Not a bad place for a little intimate skinny dippin’. “Now, hold my shit.” I dropped the stranger’s coat on the ground and gave her my cat ear clips and glasses.

“So what’s here?” Her eyes were strained, and I realized she looked tired. Mistress worked hard not to let the weariness show.

I stuck my tongue out at her and hopped into the dark water. I started feelin’ around the bottom of the pool; it had been a few years since I put it here. My fingers ran through the mud and pebbles till I finally found the rope I was lookin’ for. I tugged hard, hoisting up the bag I had weighted down and covered in muck. I emerged clutchin’ a massive army backpack wrapped in plastic and tossed it at her feet, and splashin’ mud up on her legs.

“Kitten…” She stared at it in disbelief. “You were really planning to leave me?”

I didn’t feel like answerin’ her. Instead, I dipped my head back into the cool waters and started scrubbin’ my fingers through my hair and over my skin. Gettin’ that dirty feeling of strangers off my flesh. I started ignorin’ Mistress, takin’ my time to wash her client’s splooge off. I wasn’t gonna rush on her account, not after the way she was actin’!

“You’re… you’re so beautiful.” Her words stopped me dead.

She was starin’ at me. Watchin’ me wash myself in the moonlight. And there was a hunger, a spark in her eye. It reminded me of when she first set eyes on me in that dive bar.

“Yeah, well…” Mistress let the coat fall from her. Kinda lost my train of thought and the righteous fury at that point. Stupid, sexy Mistress always does this to me. She knows I’m always too damn horny and takes advantage! Can’t think right when she’s naked.

So she stood there in her shear dress, watchin’ me like I was a piece of meat as her fingers undid the ties holdin’ the dress closed. In the nocturnal forest, she seemed unreal. Like an elven queen or some shit. “Let me help you clean up. There’s cum stuck in your eyebrow, and it’s driving me mad.”

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Red

“Now, don’t say a fuckin’ thing. They paid for me, not you. You’re my accessory, you got it?” We stood in front of the door with the painted birds of paradise. Well, I stood. Wolf was on all fours being led by my belt around his neck. His back was all fucking crimson from his lesson earlier. He wasn’t here to think, maybe the pain will help him remember that.

“Yes, Red.”

I dramatically threw open the door, and there he was. The prick in the flesh. And his big titted wife he bought was laughing with him as they sipped on champaign. Everything I loved about Colette from my earlier appointment, the class and elegance, the Bradley’s lacked. Her body was so full of plastic and fillers it turned my stomach. They wore ugly, gigantic golden chains and diamond rings and gaudy clothes.

But it was their smiles that got me. Hers was empty, like it was molded onto her face. Her eyes were dead. But his fuckin’ smug little grin was genuine, too genuine. Like he never had a fucking care in the world. I was bristling to hurt him.

“Red! How wonderful for you to join us! I bet you thought you were done working for me when Mistress took you away!” He was portly and huffed a little when he talked. And the idea of putting my fist through his teeth kept popping up in my head.

I took a moment. Would be easy enough to come in firing from both barrels. In all honesty, I just wanted to tell Wolf to hold him down while I whaled on him.

But if I played this right, I could make him feel genuine pain.

“Yeah, I did, but I’ve always had shit luck. Now let’s get one thing straight, I ain’t working for you. You aren’t my fucking boss, you’re just a customer that I could give or take. So watch the fucking tone, or I walk. I’m already anxious to get the fuck away from you.”

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Kitten

“That feels nice.” I had my eyes closed, Mistress pressed behind me. Our naked bodies rubbin’ together, her fingers scrubbed my scalp and I sort of melted like I always do.

“Mommy always takes care of her little girl.” She was pullin’ the Mommy card, wish she would stop makin’ me so fuckin’ cranked up. Mommy/daughter was our special game. Before Red, I was the only one who ever played it with her. It made me feel small and safe. Also made me cum like a monster when Mommy snuck into my room at night and fucked me without mercy. “You are mine, my one and only.”

No, I wasn’t. And it hurt to hear Mistress lie.

“I am, Mommy?” I took a deep breath, finally askin’ the question that’s been eatin’ at me. “So if I’m the only daughter you ever needed and all that shit, then why did you go get another?”

The gentle fingers in my dirty mop of hair tightened, and she pulled hard. The familiar feelin’ of punishment, though I so brazenly had earned it in the past. She hissed in my ear, “Red needs me, like you once did. Stop behaving like a classless, spoiled child! I raised you better than this.”

I grit my teeth, “Mommy, let go of my hair!”

“Watch your tone, little girl. You’re really starting to get under Mommy’s fucking skin!”

“Stop it!”

“You’re being a bad girl!”

“Fuck you, Mistress!” Somethin’ was comin’ out of me I wasn’t expecting. Normally, all those little resentments you might feel about the unfairness of our games, how it’s stacked against the sub, that’s part of the fun and washes away. But maybe it doesn’t. Maybe a piece of it lingers. And I had a fucking metric shit ton back log of anger that needed to come out.

So instead of taking it and bendin’ the knee, my hand shot back and grabbed her by the wrist. My nails diggin’ into her skin, not that Mistress loosened her hold on me. “I don’t wanna play right now, we are gonna talk like fucking equals for a change. You are gonna treat me like a god damned adult!”

That was probably a mistake.

“An adult? AN ADULT?! You are and have always acted like a fucking child, Kitten!” Her hand gripped tighter than before, unfazed by the pain from me clawin’ at her. “Mommy thinks you need a timeout!” She plunged my face into the black water.

Now, this wasn’t the first time Mistress drowned me a bit. She has done just about anythin’ you can imagine to hurt and scare me. I’m a freak, it gets me off. I still remember the first time she held me down in the bathtub; it was so romantic. So I got used to it, and I can hold my breath for a long fuckin’ time. Fellas pay extra for that. But normally there’s build up, a chance to take a breath. Instead, I was fuckin’ dunked without even a chance to suck in some air.

I kicked at the ground, tryin’ to force myself back up. Panic hittin’ me almost immediately. I’m strong, I work out, but Mistress ain’t no slouch herself, and she’s kinda a badass. I’ve seen her lay out John’s double her size in one punch. Her Dad was an absolute asshole, but he made sure she knew how to defend herself. But she never unleashed that shit on me.

Till now.

She swept my legs under the water and forced her naked body against my back, holdin’ me down as I struggled. I fought, I fought damn hard. But she was athletic, tall. Had the fuckin’ leverage on me. I was at her mercy, which she finally bestowed as she pulled me back up and growled at me.

“Adults care for themselves; you would be dead in a week without me! No control! No thought about boundaries. You would get yourself killed! You want to play adult games, but emotionally you are a fucking brat!”

Her tits pressed against my back, and I ain’t too proud to admit that despite the fact I was fightin’ for my life, it was kind of workin’ for me. Turnin’ me on. And you know what? That pissed me off, too. And when she was tellin’ me off I got a chance to get a gulp of air and get my mind straight. I was goin’ back down, couldn’t help that. She dunked me again.

And I struggled for a few seconds. Then I tapered, got weaker. I went limp and played dead.

She took the bait. Hoistin’ me up, releasing my hair. Genuinely worried and cryin’ out, “Kitten! Oh God, Kitten! Are you all…”

I slammed the back of my head into her face, could even feel warm blood from her nose spurtin’ into my hair as she stumbled back.

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Wolf

“So, Sasha. Tell me, why exactly did you pay for my time?”

Red had sat down in the chair opposite her client and made herself comfortable. Specifically, she had sunk down into the seat and was using me as a footstool. She had declined any alcohol; she didn’t want to drink with him.

“Call me Mr. Bradley, please. And you’re a whore, ain’t ya?!” He laughed by himself, not that he seemed to mind. “And imagine my surprise when a few weeks ago! Who else but Mistress calls my personal home phone and tells me she is taking one of my employees under her wing!” He grinned, his unnaturally white veneer-clad teeth gave him an inhuman quality. “And I couldn’t let such a pretty young thing go without having my fun first.”

“Well, I’m still trying to decide if we’ll be having any fun.” Red’s face was emotionless, her voice calm. “Is it really a surprise? That I would rather be a hooker than work for you? Your company has sky-fucking-high turnover. You run a real shit place to work for. So you know what? I’d rather have strangers fuck me in the ass than spend another day in your employ.”

The room went silent. He froze in that creepy smile. His wife looked alarmed. “Now, honey. I’m sure she just…”

He squeezed her knee, not a kind and gentle squeeze. One meant to silence her. “Oh, no, no. Virginia. Let the girl speak. This is valuable insight. It’s not often I take the time to conduct an exit interview. After all, I’m equally curious how such a bright little go-getter never got my attention! I mean, she was a shit shoveler, normally I wouldn’t bother with someone so low on the chain, but still!” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

I realized I was dead in the center of a fencing contest. Red and Mr. Bradley were trying to cut one another. This was his first jab, keeping it in the guise of civility. He was feeling out Red, trying to decide how far he could push it.

But he didn’t understand Red. Looking down on her, of course it was gonna piss her off. But Red dealt with that all her life. That wouldn’t rattle her. It just makes her more bloodthirsty.

“Oh, but that’s not true. You expressed great interest in my career.” She wrapped the belt in half and playfully tapped it against her palm. “Heh, you really don’t remember me, Sasha?” She looked up at him and popped an eyebrow.

He rubbed his chin and squinted at her. “Oh, really? I’m afraid it left no impression on me. And I prefer Mr. Bradley, please.”

I took the brunt of her anger as she lunged forward and slammed her strap into my back.

“I DON’T GIVE A FUCK WHAT YOU WANT TO BE CALLED!!!” Red roared, the sudden explosiveness took everyone off guard. Virginia yelped and Sasha had found himself almost falling out of his chair as he retreated. Then, she relaxed again and put on an inflected smile. Red continued, perfectly calm like she didn’t just pierce my eardrums. “So Sasha, you old fuck. You, um, how do I put this delicately? Are you sundowning? Do you shit yourself? I just want to know what to expect when I’m spending time with you.”

He gasped and smiled all the more. That glowing, fake smile. “No need to get rude, you were obviously forgettable. I wish I spent more time getting to know you. You’re much more fun than I would have imagined.”

“Oh, believe me. You imagined. And you tried to make it happen, too. How could you not remember?” She changed her tone into an unflattering mockery of his, huffing as she said, “You’re obviously smart, but also the most beautiful woman you I ever saw in your life. I would love to discuss your career and what I can do for you. Why don’t you join me for dinner in my room? Let’s talk about how I can help you succeed.”

Sasha’s eye twitched, obviously restraining his furious surprise.

“Want to know why I remember your line so well?” Red threw her head back and cackled. “Because you tried it on me twice. Twice! Ya, unimaginative prick. Word for fucking word!”

I looked back at her, sort of forgot I what I was doing when I said, “You never told me about that.”

Red kicked the back of my head, “Shut up, was none of your fucking concern. Go back to letching on Barbie over there.” She noticed where my eyes kept drifting.

I had mostly been watching Virginia. Couldn’t see much else well while being Red’s furniture. But she kept looking back at me, shifting uncomfortably. She knew what I had in mind, and that her husband fully blessed any depravity I would do to her.

Red turned her attention to her. “So, you’re alright with that? You’re rich, powerful husband taking advantage of the interns?” Virginia looked at her husband with the briefest flash of anger. But when he met her gaze, she retreated. Looked back at me instead. Her cheeks were red, embarrassed how quickly she folded. Red shook her head, “Exactly what I thought. Who cares what he does or who he hurts? As long as he comes home with something shiny and expensive? Pathetic.”

Sasha didn’t like losing Red’s focus. He slapped his leg and resumed his roaring laughter. “She really is pathetic. Dumb as a box of rocks, but not dumb enough to forget who butters her bread.” He licked his lips and looked Red up and down. “Really, I said that twice?”

“Yeah, you almost got me the first time. You really did, you filthy animal.” Red sat up and put her feet on the ground, joining him in his laughter. I didn’t dare move, but I took the welcome opportunity to stretch my back out. “I was tempted, thought you might really have wanted to talk shop. But in my gut I knew all you wanted was up my skirt.”

“HA! Damn right!” Guy had no shame. “I use that line all the time. Does wonders for getting my dick wet.”

Red chuckled and pointed at him. He laughed right along. “It must, ya dirty fuck. Same shit! Both times! You came to our office. You know, that bullshit where you show up for two days and everyone has to come out and hear one of your cocaine induced motivational rants and kiss your ass before you fly away like the world’s most useless fucking Mary Poppins.”

“Ah, now if you had said yes I might have remembered you! I always get a little fresh pussy on those trips.” He was practically guffawing. “I’ll tell you, if HR ever knew how many interns who sucked my cock they would shit their pants!” He slapped his knee and grabbed the champagne, pouring himself more and thoroughly enjoying Red’s company.

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Kitten

“Let’s go, Mistress. We’re throwin’ the fuck down! I take everything, EVERYTHING you throw at me! And I’m always your perfect little sub.” I clawed at the dead leaves and mud and pulled myself from the picturesque, tiny pond and out of the water. “But not today! You told me you’re gonna make all my fantasies come true? Well, here’s the latest challenge, bitch! I fantasize about kicking your fucking ass!”

I looked back, she was holding her bloody nose and tryin’ to murder me with that nasty stare. She snarled and there was a disgusting crunch as she grabbed her dislocated nose and crunched in back in place. Blood and snot running down her face. Her teeth red as she fuckin’ smiled! “Alright, Kitten. Let Mommy take care of you. But I won’t just be your punching bag. This is real fucking honesty. You don’t want to kick my ass unless you earn it, right?”

I was feelin’ confident now that I was back on dry land. Tall bitch had the advantage in the water. Here, I could move! “You’re damn right!” She pulled herself up. Tall ass sexy fucking body, wet in the moonlight. It was gonna look much better after I covered it in bruises! “I’m out for fucking blood!”

“Then come and get it, little girl! Let’s play.”

Bitch.

I charged her, stayin’ low to the ground. Grabbin’ at her shapely fuckin’ thighs and plantin’ my shoulder in her gut, tryin’ to barrel her over. Mistress sprawled her legs back, drivin’ an elbow down into the center of my back. I groaned, tryin’ to get traction in the wet mud. I was slippin’, and Mistress was keepin’ on the pressure.

I realized while she was beatin’ on my back that I was supportin’ her weight. So I stopped fightin’ against her. I sidestepped and fell back. Mistress had been pushin’ hard against me, and the sudden shift in weight sent her tumblin’ face-first into the mud. I rolled onto her back, grabbin’ her by the hair and pushin’ her face down into the mud.

“You like that, how’s it feel eatin’ shit for once, Mistress?!” She tried to press her hands underneath her, but just fell back into the slippery mud. I snaked my arm under her throat and tried to get a choke hold on her.

She grabbed at my forearm, doing her best to stop me from getting the lock in. And I got closer and closer, if I could clasp my hands I’d have her dead to rights.

“I’m the one in charge now, Mistress! Tonight, I’m gonna make you my bitch! I’m gonna tie you down and have my way. I’m gonna…”

I got overconfident. Chatterin’ away. That’s why I didn’t see her scoopin’ the mud into her hand until she flung it back into my face. The slippery gunk blinded my open eyes and went into my mouth. I coughed and hacked. Then I felt her teeth sink into my arm. I pulled my arm back, reelin’ in pay when Mistress threw her elbow into my ribs. Don’t know what was worse, the sickening crack or the air forced out of my lungs.

I guess she got to her feet quick enough because I felt her kickin’ me in my side. Yup, definitely broken ribs.ghyz c “Alright, you little brat! Mommy’s let you have your fun. But you’ve gone too far, and now you need spankings!”

She mounted me from behind. And now she was just confusin’ me. I’m fightin’ for my life and with my pussy absolutely achin’ to be taken. Call me conditioned, I guess. But when Mistress pins me to the ground, I just start oozin’ at the cunt.

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Red

Had the dumbass drunk and braggin’ about the stupidest shit. He was trying to get a rise from me, telling me about some twisted shit he was doing on the company dime with hookers or doe-eyed employees. So far, he’d rattled off a half dozen leads I could feed to Juniper later. But a lot of the shit was gonna be tough to prove. If I wanted him ruined, I needed something much bigger.

Then he starts wanting what he paid for. “Now, Red, let’s get to it. Virginia here has been such a bad girl. And I want to see you punish her.”

He reached down and unbuttoned his pants and was practically red-faced with hedonism. Time for the real games to begin. I stood up and strutted behind his wife. She wasn’t a tiny lady. About as tall as Wolf. Large, fake tits. Botoxed face looking like she’s due for a few touch-ups. Kind of like a black-haired Barbie. In all honesty, she did nothing for me. But that could be the company she chose to keep.

I stepped behind her and stroked her shoulders. She tensed at my touch, even though I was just giving her a little massage. Distrustful thing. “Is that true? Have you been a bad girl?”

She looked to her husband, who nodded at her while he ran his hand up and down his chubby little cock. The wife went hit this obnoxious pitch and she did this really bad mimic of a little girl’s voice. “Yes, Mistwess Wed. I’ve been a naughty girl.”

Creepy really. I slapped her in the back of the head. “Stop that. And it’s just Red. None of that Mistress crap.”

Virginia looked back at me, rubbing her head. Obviously, Sasha didn’t like them smart. She was genuinely confused when she asked in the same damn voice, “I’m sowwy. Stop what, Red?”

I slapped the back of her head again. “That obnoxious baby voice. It annoys me. Cut it out.”

She looked back at Sasha, perplexed. Finally speaking normally, she asked him, “What do I do?”

He spoke up, “Well, I like it. And I’m paying.” Trying to throw his weight around.

“You like that shit? That’s messed up. But I’m putting my foot down. Hard no. It’s drying me up. She talks normal. Only a sick fuck would get off to that shit. Isn’t that right, Wolf?”

I looked down at him, he had been eye-humping the Missus since we got there. I kinda forgot he was something of a sick fuck himself. “Um, I kind of liked it.” Honestly, I should have figured. But since I didn’t like her, I’m sure my horny little helper would come in handy.

I spanked his ass with the belt and he jumped. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. Well, this ain’t a democracy. I hear that voice again, I ball gag the bitch.”

Sasha considered it, probably not totally against the ball gag idea. But finally waved his hand and said, “Fine. You heard the girl, Virginia.”

“Good, now my dog over there has been dripping cum all over this cheesy carpet, staring at your slut. So I’m thinking, why don’t we unleash him on the broad?” Seriously, distractinglu ugly carpet. It was shag and kind of sticky on my feet and patterned to look like a jungle floor. “Fuck, it’s like a Rainforest Cafe in here. Why did you pick this room?”

He shrugged, looking around. “I like it.”

“Of course you do.” I looked up at a dangling ‘vine’ above her. Functional at least. “Alright, stand up, hands above the head.”

“That’s more like it!” Sasha licked his lips and started squeezing his fucking pickled prick. “Don’t hold back.”

Now, Short Domme problems. I had to stand on the fucking chair she had been sitting in to tie her hands. The pig laughing his ass off at the sight of it. Humiliating. I’m going to have to teach Wolf some of the bondage shit I was learning myself. But quick enough, I had her wrists bound in a tidy, pretty knot. I hopped back to the ground.

“There you go, sit back down. Wolf, stand up.” I grabbed her low-cut dress and pulled it down as her ass hit the seat, exposing her rock-hard tits as she screamed. “There we go, looking better already. Wolf. Be a dear. Fuck her mouth.”

Heh, my boy had gotten anxious. He was on his feet and jamming his cock down her throat. She was gagging and moaning, her shoulders stretched as wolf pulled her against the binding, her hands squirming and grabbing uselessly at the air..

Fuck, I love watching that. “Don’t go easy. Don’t feel fucking sorry for this bitch. She deserves this. She supports this ugly fuck. She’s just as much of a monster as he is.”

Just like I like it. Mmm, I do enjoy seeing my man choke a bitch with his cock. But back to business.

“Good boy,” I wrapped the belt around his neck and jerked him away. Whimpering, Wolf’s cock bounced out her mouth. Fuck, he was cumming already. Spraying her face. Virginia gasped, and sticky cum spit fell into her lap. “That’s your first taste, fatso. It’s all you get for free.”

Sasha jumped to his feet, his own cock dribbling and hard. “More! Keep going! You’re whores, I paid you.”

That… that sort of hurt. I… I didn’t like the idea of giving him any pleasure. But if I wanted to ruin him, I would have to show him a good time.

I thought right then and there about walking. My gut told me to do it. This fat, disgusting old man made me sick. Could I look at myself if I sold myself to him?

Fuck.

Fuck.

That’s what I am, isn’t it? A whore? It’s… It’s just sex. I can do it.

Walking over, I smacked his hand away from his cock. Can’t be fun all the time. As much as I didn’t want to touch it, I ran my nails from the base of his chub to the very tip. “You paid me for my time, little boy. But how I spend it with you is entirely up to me. You want more? Make it worth it.”

He sneered at the indignity of stopping things when he’s so close to the edge. Little tip here, if you are going to negotiate with a man, get him close to cumming. Makes them stupid as shit. “What’s your price?”

“There you go, now we’re negotiating!” I cupped his balls, hard at first. Then I rolled them around my hand as he gasped his garlicky breath at me. “You know what I really want?”

“T-tell me.” I leaned in and kissed his dry, chapped lips. Think I saw Wolf’s mouth drop.

“Money. So much more money. And more than you want to spend.” I gripped his shaft, and he went tense.

“So, Red. If it’s more than I’ll pay…” I pulled my hand back and slapped the fucker.

God, that felt good! His eyes flared with anger.

“Then we come to a fucking arrangement. Now the truth is, I now have more money than I know what to do with. I don’t even know how to spend it. But you know what? I want more. You know that feeling, Mr. Bradley?” I went back to softly fondling him. My sudden politeness threw him for a loop.

“Yeah, mmm. Yeah. I know how that feels.” God, the panting. He was out of breath from having his balls touched.

“Then, tell me how. I’ve got a pile of cash and connections to invest them for me discretely. I want something juicy. You can give me something juicy, right, Mr. Bradley?” I held his shaft tight and ran my thumb down that rough little patch of skin under his pisshole. “Tell me, and I’ll make this an evening you’ll never forget.”

Drool ran down the corner of his mouth as he stared at me. His gaze then went to Wolf who was ready to pounce his already disgraced wife. “If I tell you, no more games. Is that clear? He fucks her, I fuck you. Deal?”

I wanted to choke him out with the belt. I wanted to fucking run away. I wanted… I wanted… I didn’t want this. But… it wasn’t about wants. I NEEDED my life to make a difference. And I could slay this fat fucking dragon.

“Tell me, and I’m all yours.” God, that fucking grin. I hated it.

“Red, you’re a smart girl.” He leaned in, and I let the fucker kiss my neck. His fat hands fondling my breasts. Going to need to scrub myself with sandpaper after this. “Darkstone’s quarterly investors report is due next month. As expected, record profits. But here’s the smart play. Wait for our value to climb, then buy as much stock as you can afford. But buy it on short.”

“Short?! You’re telling me to bet your company’s stock will plummet?” Here we go. This was the golden shit. The stuff Juniper could wreck him with.

“I’ve got five factories that have been spitting their waste into the waterways for a half century. We’ve paid off inspectors for decades. But the number of people with cancer is going up and up and getting impossible to sweep under the rug. I’ve been gumming up their legal works. But the costs of the bribes is starting to outweigh the benefit to me. I’m done holding back the dam.”

“Clever boy!” Fucking idiot. Touch a man’s dick, and he’ll tell you anything. Does the IRS know about honking dicks? I could have every two-bit hedge fund operator and CFO in the slammer by stroking their junk. But I felt nauseated, his cum coating my fingers as he bragged about giving kids fucking cancer.

“Probably a month after we tell the investors how we expect nothing but more success, that’s when the news will drop. I’m going to go all in myself, using shell companies to keep my name off the books. And when the shit hits the fan, our stock plummets, and the board will fire me. I’ll exit on my golden parachute and earnings from the shorted stock. It’s about time for me to retire anyway.”

That white fucking grin spread, so proud of himself, and all I wanted to do now was run away. But to really fucking nail him, I had to sell this. “Wolf, tear off the lady’s dress. Mr. Bradley has earned his treat. Make her scream. Make it hurt.” Wolf hesitated, looking at her and me. But he did as told, ripping her clothes off as she wailed.

I was hoping that would be that. But I knew better.

Sasha sat and patted his lap. Fuck, didn’t want this.

I put my hand on his chest, pushing him back into the chair. “Sit on your hands, big guy.”

He looked confused, but did as I asked. “Like this?” I didn’t care to see his flabby white ass pouring over his hand. I hid my revulsion; he probably would’ve enjoyed seeing it.

“Just like that. Now, keep them there. You haven’t earned the right to touch me.” I turned, showing him my tight ass. He didn’t deserve such a nice view, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hide how much I hated this if I looked at him. Then I grabbed his cock. Wolf was watching me. A flash of revulsion. At me. At himself. I could tell he wasn’t having fun.

I sat in the old man’s lap, his stubby cock writhing inside up my cunt.

Shame. So much fucking shame pouring in.

I choked back a sudden urge to cry. “Fuck the woman, Wolf. We’re all waiting.”

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Kitten

She was cheatin’, pure and simple! I’m not talkin’ about the mud in the eyes or the way she drove her knuckles into my sore side every time I tried to struggle. No, what was really fuckin’ with my head was the way she was grindin’ her cunt against my ass while moaning as she started tying me up.

She ripped a strip from her muddy dress and bound my wrists behind my back. Ah fuck, she was bein’ absolutely savage. Humpin’ me, callin’ me names. Just like she used to, Mistress had gotten more elegant with her methods over the years. How long had it been since I was treated to this raw brutality?

My fingers ached and tingled almost as soon as she tightened the knot. Even wet and muddy, I knew slippin’ the restraint was somethin’ that would take time, and I wasn’t about to be given any of that. She rolled me right to my back, and triumphantly sat down on my belly.

“I win, little girl.” God, I had messed up her perfect face. The early scratch now paled behind the dark circles pooling around her eyes and the blood spattered all over.

She was amazing. I had been conquered, and I didn’t want it to end. I tried to buck her off, to slip away. “I’m not done!”

“Oh, little girl. Yes you are.” She leaned down and sunk her teeth into the nape of my helpless neck. Grindin’ and moanin’. I felt the blood trickle down my collar as she made herself cum on me.

And I felt at home. For the first time in a while, I felt safe and loved.

“Mistress…” Naked on the ground. Mistress sat up and peppered my tits with slaps, pinches, squeezes, and scratches. It was getting too much. I wanted to keep fightin’. I really did. But… you know. I’m kinda a sucker for punishment. “S-stop! Get off me! Untie me right now! You’re gonna… Oh! Fuck, mmmffff! You’re gonna be sorry!”

“That’s enough, Kitten.” Mistress reached for my face, pantin’ and catching her breath. She smirked and placed two fingers on the center of my lips. Slowly, she traced them to the ends of my mouth. I realized I was smilin’. Fuck, I can never keep that in check. Not when I’m really excited. She relented her assault on my breasts, ready to administer her coup-de-grace.

“I’m… I’ve been bad. Haven’t I?” She nodded and grinned.

“My sweet, Kitten. You’re a silly little girl. You get so confused. But Mommy will always be here to put you on the right path.” She crawled forward, straddling my body. Mistress planted her knees, squeezin’ my head between her thighs and forcing me to look straight up at her glorious, glorious cunt. “It’s time for you to take your medicine.”

With a lovely sigh, she unleashed stream of hot piss onto my face. Mud and blood ran off me, cleanin’ me in her foulness. Baptizing me, claiming me as her own. My heart soared. And you know, what can I say? I’m a little piss slut. I opened my mouth wide, accepting the urine that burned the fresh cuts on my lips. And I drank it all down, like her good girl.

“Mmm, that’s right.” She grabbed me by my hair, pulling my face into her pussy and I licked her. I licked her like I never had before. No technique, just desperately plunging my tongue inside her. Submitting myself, feeling small and subdued. Floatin’ into paradise as she fucked my unworthy face. “And here I thought I had done so well in raising you, my beautiful daughter. I thought you were ready to move on from me. Mmm, fuck.”

She pulled me away from my meal and slapped me hard across the face. I cried out for her forgiveness, desperate to taste her again. I needed to make her cum. Tears were runnin’ down my cheeks, I was blubberin’ apologies as she smacked me around. Front hand, back hand, front, back. God, was I in heaven?!

“Useless little whore, I need to start all over, don’t I? You can’t even make me cum.”

“I’m sorry! I can, Mistress. Please, teach me! I’m a stupid, useless little girl. Teach me, break me and remake me into anything you need! I’ll be your good girl, oh please! Fuck! I’ll be good. I’m so sorry. I’m so…”

“Shhhhh…” She had stopped lookin’ at me. Her eyes drifted to my bugout bag. And suddenly the mood changed, and her sudden bliss ceased. “Were you really going to leave me, Kitten? Have I really pushed you so far that you were ready to run away?”

“Mistress,” I saw it in her eyes. She was hurt. I hurt my Goddess. I felt awful that I hadn’t just told her what’s in the bag. “Please, open it. Please.”

She eyed me, the hurt still there as she got up and walked to the bag.

I rolled to my belly, got up to my knees, sitting down on my ass. Waitin’ patiently as she tore through the layers of plastic that kept it dry and finally gettin’ to the bag proper. Mistress unzipped it, immediately drawn to the legal envelope with a heart on it. She looked up to me, and I gave her a warm smile. “I would never leave you, Mistress. Not in a million years. No matter how bad it gets, I fuckin’ need you.”

She didn’t say a word. Just let out a heavy sigh, suddenly seeming tired. Mistress fell to her ass. Her muddy fingers unraveled the string keepin’ it shut, and she took out the papers and started lookin’ through them. And she began cryin’. Like, really really cryin’ hard. Harder than I ever seen from her.

“Oh, Kitten. What is all this?”

“Well, that’s the marriage certificate in your hands right there. Like, not really a marriage certificate. A forgery. Like everything else in there. In case shit ever hit the fan, I was gonna whisk you away.”

She was havin’ trouble speakin’. “You… why?”

I laughed. “Mistress. We ain’t exactly on the right side of Johnny Law. And yeah, we got connections. We keep the right pockets greased. But that shit is still delicate. And there’s somethin’ you don’t know?”

She put the papers in the bag and started crawling in the mud toward me, grabbing me and holding me against her wet, dirty tits. “What’s that, Kitten?”

I laughed and nuzzled into her chest. I wanted to hug her back, but I still hadn’t been able to slip her fuckin’ knot. “You don’t know, that I know, that you know, that Juniper knows, that you really know but you don’t talk about knowing, that she has fucked over quite a few of our very rich and powerful clients.”

Mistress pulled me back and looked at me. “So you knew?”

I shrugged. “Maybe? Honestly, I confused myself with that sentence. But this can all go really, really bad. And I was ready for it. Because I’m stayin’ with you to the bitter fuckin’ end. We may get caught, arrested… maybe even killed. But if so, it will be with me by your side.”

“Kitten, oh Kitten.” She cradled me in her arms. It felt so nice, even if my broken ribs were screamin’ in pain. Still, worth it. “Tell me, tell me more about our new life. You made us married?” She laughed and was suckin’ down snot and cryin’.

Never. Never had I seen her so happy!

“Yeah, we got married three years ago. On the Chinese New Year. Year of the Cat.” Oh god, she giggled. It was so wonderful. “We got married in Reno. And now we’re just two gals in love, on a road trip. Travelin’ the world together. Tryin’ to decide where we want to settle down. And you know, the quarter million in American currency in that bag will help.”

“Holy fuck, Kitten. You buried a quarter million dollars in the fucking creek in the park?”

I was beamin’. “Yup! Along with passports and IDs. We could go practically anywhere! Oh, we’re the Tress’ by the way.”

“Tress? That’s our last name?”

“Yup, so you can still be Miss Tress.” We both were laughin’ now. “Clever, huh?”

“Cunning little thing. And did this new life happen to have some dry clothes tucked away in there?”

“Yeah, I thought of everythin’! Got us matchin’ outfits!”

Mistress stood up and started walkin’ back. I let the fabric that she used to bind me drop to the ground and scooped up some mud and threw it right into her fuckin’ back! Finally got that fuckin’ knot loose!

She turned around and growled, “Kitten? What the fuck?!”

“Ha! Serves you right for ever thinkin’ I would leave you! That’s shitty! I’m your little girl, ain’t I?!” Then I stomped my foot.

Her smarmy smile came right back. “You’re right, Kitten. I did deserve that. Now let’s rinse off in the pond and change into… oh? What’s this?”

Yeah, I forgot about the pig purple dildo. I put the bag down there like, three years ago. I blushed and shrugged. “Oh yeah. Heh. You know, girls on the run. Hidin’ out and shit. Gotta plan on somethin’ to keep the stress down.”

“Kitten, I know all about stress.” She winked at me, and pointed to an old rotten stump. “Go, bend over. I think you need more punishment. For fuck’s sake, you broke my nose!”

Oh boy! Make up sex!

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Claudia

My skin was pink and still burned from the heat of the shower. I scrubbed till it hurt, leaving myself bleeding in some places. It didn’t help.

I was wearing a towel, sitting in my small room with the window cracked and smoking my fifth cigarette when the freshly bathed Wolf sheepishly knocked on my door. “Hey there, Red. How are you doing?”

“Fine.” I tried to remain stoic. “And… don’t call me Red right now. I’m not feeling it, Max.” He nodded.

“You know, most of the guests are gone. Some of the talent is having an after-party. Juniper is having food delivered and, you know, probably going to be some sort of fuck pile or something afterward. You wanna go?” His smile was fake. Not sure if he also felt as ugly as I did, or if I just brought him down with me.

I stared out the window. “Nah, think… think I’m all fucked out for tonight. You go on ahead. Have fun.” I gave him a big, fake smile. Hoped he would take me up on that offer; I wanted to be alone.

He stepped inside and shut the door. Guess I wasn’t getting that. “Yeah. Me too.” He walked over and sat down next to me. “Can I get one of those?”

“Since when do you smoke?”

He shrugged. “Never. But that looks like a good thing to be doing when you feel really fucking run down.”

“You too?” I offered him the rest of my cigarette and took out a new one.

“Thanks. Yeah. That… didn’t feel good, did it?” He looked out the window and brought the cigarette to his lips. Poor fella didn’t know how to smoke, Max began hacking up a lung almost immediately. Finally brought a small smile to my face.

“Idiot.” We both laughed, his intermingling with the coughing.

He wheezed, and his eyes were watering. “Yeah, I’m not making it look cool, like you.” He put out the rest in the ashtray next to me. “So you want to talk about it?”

“No.” I took a long drag. “But you want to.”

He nodded. “Yeah. I… I didn’t like that.” I could tell he was phonin’ it in when he fucked Virginia. She wasn’t having fun, none of us were. Except the shithead.

I sighed, been trying to get the Bradley’s out of my head. “I… I never screwed someone I didn’t want to before. Like, I’ve had bad lays. I’ve fucked a few people for Mistress, but even that was fun in it’s own way. But this was different. I finally felt it. I’m a fucking prostitute, Max. I sold my body for money.”

I realized I had started crying. And he was holding me. I thought I didn’t want to be touched, but when he wrapped his arm around me I found myself sinking my face into his shoulder. The words just came flooding out.

“It’s just sex, right? It doesn’t mean anything if I don’t want it to. I knew exactly what I was doing when I agreed to be Mistress’ whore, and it was no different than letting myself be used and degraded in an office job.” I felt like my heart was dying. “Well, isn’t that a load of fucking bullshit. Before now, I… I….”

He squeezed me hard, “It’s alright, Claudia. I know.”

“No! No it’s not fucking alright! No matter what I took from that piece of shit, it cost me something important.” Fuck, the tears were just pouring down my face. I’m so glad that prick couldn’t see what screwing him did to me. “It’s not like I submitted to everything he wanted. I made him work for it. I beat him. But I still fucked him. And… and…”

Sometimes Max talks too much. But right now, he was silent. I think he felt like I did.

“I… I was watching you tear into that plastic, empty woman. And you know what? It turned me on. And I was riding that pig… and… I came. Then… then I looked back at him. Fuck, I wish I didn’t. Because the way he gave me that ugly fucking grin and told me I was a good girl… and… and…”

God. I cupped my hand over my mouth and started dry heaving.

I squeezed my eyes tight, wishing I never set foot in this house. “I came, and so did he. I shared an orgasm with that disgusting toad. And for what? Money. Even if it was for all the money in the world, I feel so fucking cheap. I feel so dirty. And I can’t… I can’t… Oh fuck, Max. What did I do?”

“I don’t know, but I did it too. Virginia was… pathetic. And screwing her made me feel so...” He didn’t have the words. Neither of us did.

He squeezed me harder. He was crying now, too. We held each other. Just… crying. Feeling like shit. For hours, maybe, until the sun peeked over the horizon. My tears tapered, but they wouldn’t stop.

I finally looked up at Max, and he looked at me. He was so sad, I wanted to make him feel better. I leaned up, and kissed him. It felt good. And… I needed to feel closer. “Hey, Max. Are you… are you really all fucked out?” His warm hand stroked my hair.

“No, not really. Claudia. I think I might be kind of a big slut.” We both giggled. We kissed some more, then I tugged at my towel and let it drop. His eyes went wide. You know, even now. Even after being in a big fuck show with me, even after all the messed-up and taboo shit we’ve done together in the last few weeks, he still looks at my naked body like he did the first time he saw me. Like I was beautiful. I took him by the hand and brought it to my breast.

“I… I need to feel better. I don’t want to feel used, can you…”

He nodded and said before I even asked. “Nice and gentle.”

Lately, before this all started. That easy, calm vanilla sex was getting to him. I could tell. I mean, I know now that he was repressed all to hell. But suddenly, I could tell he needed it tender too.

I took his hand and led him back to my bed. He touched me, taking his time to caress away my sadness. And he was true to his word. Nice and gentle. The way his fingertips coaxed my sore cunt till I sighed and spread my legs wide. He whispered pretty things in my ear. Max put his forehead on mine and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, yeah, I am. I love you, Max.”

“I love you too, Claudia.”

I closed my eyes and felt him kiss my lips. Slipping his arms under mine, he embraced me with his whole body. His cock slowly rocked inside me. I gasped, suddenly feeling that tightness I had before this all began. And again, I started to cry. “That… that helps. Slow like that, you don’t need to make me cum. Just, I want to feel you. I… I want to stop feeling… cheap. I didn’t like that, Max. I didn’t…”

He kissed me again, silencing me. Bringing me back to him. To the moment. To us.

“Thank you.” Slowly I opened my eyes. And as he made love to me, I started to feel the dull but welcome pleasure beginning to grow, I sighed. He took care of me, holding me like that until the sun came up and we cried away our shame.

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Wolf

I was exhausted, but couldn’t sleep. Neither could Claudia.

So she slapped my ass and gave me a playful smile. We were finally starting to come out of the funk. “C’mon, I need some air. Let’s take a walk.” We both got into some clothes. Just jeans and t-shirts, but even in that, she looked sexy. We snuck out during the commotion. Mistress’ talent was running around getting paid by Juniper and then getting ready to leave. The few remaining clients who slept here were being shuffled out the door.

We needed a break from the chaos, and a stroll through the park on a warm morning seemed grounding. Without thinking, we walked along the trail to the bench where it all started. Where my life got all fucked up. And to my surprise, I found Mistress and Kitten sleeping together on the bench.

“What in the fuck happened to you?!” Red took the words out of my mouth.

“We just had a little long overdue alone time, Red.” Mistress wasn’t opening her eyes. Think she was trying to stay in whatever dream she and Kitten were having together.

They were cuddling together. Both were covered in bruises, and Mistress’ face was absolutely busted up. Kitten had a nasty bite on her neck that kinda gave me a half chub. Despite the clean clothes, a matching pair of skirts, and floral blouses like they were a pair of virginal school teachers, they were still filthy. Their skin was flecked with dried dirt and bloody.

“Wolf, Red? What time is it?” Kitten batted her eyes and sat up. “Oooo! Ooommf. Fuck, Mistress, I probably should go to the hospital and have my ribs looked at.” She sat up and squeaked. “Oh yeah! Fuck… Hey Wolf, could you do me a solid and pull that thing out? Hurts to bend over.”

Kitten lifted her skirt and spread her knees apart. Mistress stroked her hair and sleepily kissed her head. A large purple dildo was up Kitten’s ass. I looked to Claudia who shrugged. “Well, be a pal. Get it.”

I dropped to my knees, and unsheathed the rubber dick from her back end. “MmmmmffffuuUUUCK! God, I gotta stop fallin’ asleep like that. Do me a favor and toss that in the bag, will ya?”

“Um, sure.” I did as she asked. “Hey, ladies. Why do you have a giant fucking sack of cash?”

Mistress dismissed me with a wave of her hand, “Don’t worry about it, Wolf. Now, pick that up and give us a hand. I think we’ll need some help getting back to the house.”

Kitten opened her eyes and looked at us. “Hey, you guys alright?”

I didn’t even get a chance to answer before she hopped up and had her arms around us both. “Fuck, I’m sorry you two. I know a night with a bad customer when I see it.”

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Kitten

Fuck! Side was absolutely killin’ me, but when someone needs a hug, they need a hug. Both had been cryin’. Could see that.

Red was obviously uncomfortable with it, but Wolf was huggin’ me back. “Thanks, Kitten. For the most part, we had fun last night. Right up until the end.”

Mistress pulled Red away from me, leavin’ me to care for Wolf. “Oh Red! My girl, Mommy’s sorry. I… I was distracted last night. I knew better; I pushed you too fast. I know how strong you are, but I’ve put you through so much. You needed time before a client like him. And I’m so sorry for that.”

Red was doin’ her best to stay strong. For now, at least. “I had a really hard morning, Mommy. I need to talk to you about it. But… later. Alright?”

Mistress kissed Red’s forehead, and she looked at me with terrible guilt. I had my guesses on who bought em’. A couple of the clients leave me feelin’ like shit afterward too, but I learned how to deal with that part of the job. I was gettin’ what Mistress meant when she said Red needed her too. They were similar in a way that me and Mistress weren’t, connected in a way I never will be with Mistress. And that’s alright.

That’s when Wolf spotted somethin’ on a notice board next to the playground equipment. “Holy shit! Guys, look at this!”

He tore a paper from the board, grinnin’ from ear to ear. He held it for us to examine.

I read it out loud. “Warning: Sexual deviants have been seen congregating on the playgrounds at night. Please report to the police if you see anyone resembling these suspects.”

And sure enough, four rough sketches of us. Fuck, from last week when we all got caught playin’ truth or dare right in this very spot. HA!

“Fuckin’ dibs! I’m gettin’ this framed!” I looked it over, shitty sketches of all four of us. Honestly, mine was a bit insultin’. They didn’t even draw my great tits, which is honestly just lazy on the artist’s part. But I was gettin’ a kick out of it.

Mistress took Red by the hands and kissed her. “Come on, my pets. Let’s go home. If I don’t arrive soon to finish putting out the fires I left, Juniper will throttle me.”

I smiled and kissed them both on their cheeks. “Besides, now’s the fun part! Seein’ how much dough we squeezed out of those dirty fucks!”

Red laughed and took Wolf’s hand. Mistress held her the entire way home. I leaned on Wolf, let him carry a lot of my weight because honestly I could hardly stand up. Fuck, what a night!