"Oh, I care all right — it’s just that we’re doing things a little different," Lon replied.
"Telling her to suck Terence off? That throat fuck? Jeez, what’s next?" Teela asked.
"It’s all RIGHT, Teela!" Sally insisted firmly. "Lon and I have an … understanding."
"Like he owns you? Like he can just do anything he wants?" Teela queried.
Sally nodded. "Just like that. We’re … trying out the submission thing."
"And whose idea was THAT?" Teela demanded. "His?"
"Mine, actually," Sally replied, unperturbed.
"Sally," Teela pressed. "I know you got off on those videos — but that’s rough stuff! You don’t want that!"
"We’ll see," Sally shrugged. "No one has to go to extremes."
Teela looked troubled. "They did. I’m not sure you didn’t, in there…"
"I’m … very happy with what went on in there," Sally replied blandly. "I thought it went very well…"
"That big black guy ramming his dick down your throat? That went very well?" Teela demanded.
"Yes. That was only part of it, but that went well…"
"You’re whacked, you know that?"
"Teela," Sally sighed. "I don’t expect you to understand — and then again I do. You take advantage of that side of my personality all the time! In fact, you have a little bit of your own…"
"I do NOT!" Teela huffed. Sally merely looked at Rick.
Rick got it. It was the wrong time to discuss it, but Sally may have just handed him a new tool… "C’mon, Baby, it’s been a long day. You guys can talk about this later. It’ll probably be better then, anyway." Teela was accusing Lon of a lot of things — and Sally was deflecting it, not Lon — but bad blood was coming…
Teela opened her mouth to retort hotly, took a good look at Rick, and shut it. "Okay." Shaking her head, she clutched her purse and walked out.
Rick lingered to shrug, but Sally told him, "Don’t let her have her head too much — she doesn’t know where she’s going. I’ve had to reel her in a bunch of times…"
Rick raised an eyebrow. "You have recommendations?"
"She knows what you are to her."
Rick nodded, pensive, and strode out. Lon cleared his throat. "That’s probably only the first person who won’t understand."
Sally sighed. "She knows better — she’s just afraid."
"Afraid?"
"She gets off on rough stuff. And she can be led. She knows it. But she may not want Rick to know it."
"Why do YOU want Rick to know it?" Lon asked.
"Because she’ll fuck it up if he lets her. She needs a leash. And he needs to be the one holding it. And she knows it." Sally assumed that waiting expression.
Lon picked it up. "Suck me," he directed. "Don’t go nuts, though — you’re just getting it nice and stiff so you can ride it."
"Yes, Sweetheart." Sally was smiling as she slid to a position where she could place her mouth on her man’s cock.
"What kept you?" Teela rasped as Rick caught up with her on the porch.
"Sally wanted to give me advice."
"You’re not gonna treat ME like that!" she flared. "I’m not your slut!"
"Oh?" Rick deliberately assumed an insolent expression, "Whose slut are you, then?"
"You…" Teela took a roundhouse swipe at him, her temper having boiled over.
But Rick wasn’t where the blow landed, as usual; Teela’s hand rebounded painfully off the siding. And right after that, a shove in the middle of her back brought the rest of her into contact with the side of the house! Pinning her with a hand in the middle of her back, Rick roared, "I think maybe you’d better just settle down, Runt, and think about what you’re up to!"
Surprise and a flash of fear soaked up her anger — which was also generated by fear — leaving Teela with a sore hand, feeling foolish. "Uh, sorry!"
Deliberately laying it on a bit thick, Rick grated, "You’d better be! If I’m not around to put up with your shit, who will be?"
"I SAID I was sorry!" Teela whined, petulant.
"Sorry isn’t good enough!" Rick growled. "One of these days, you’re gonna flash on me and I’m gonna get pissed off and you’ll have one of two choices — swallow your pride or go hunting for a new boyfriend! Won’t THAT be fun?" After a pause, he menaced, "It’ll cost you, too!"
The one eye Teela could bring to bear got big. "What do you mean?"
"I mean when you come begging, it’ll be VERY public and VERY humiliating!" Rick replied, his voice quieter but still threatening as he leaned in close.
"Oh." Teela’s voice carried total acceptance. 'He can do it — and he knows it. I would … do whatever… ' Rick was irreplaceable, as far as Teela was concerned. He was right; nobody else was going to put up with her shit — and CERTAINLY nobody else was going to be able to handle her the way he did…
"Okay, so, remembering what we’ve been doing just now, whose slut are you?" Rick hissed.
"Yours." There WAS only one answer to that question…
The hand went away instantly, freeing her. Rick’s expression shifted and he said, totally unperturbed, "Now that that is settled, shall we go?" The previous thirty seconds had never happened, apparently. Rick held out his hand…
Teela gingerly put hers in it and let him lead her to the car meekly. The previous thirty seconds HAD happened — and she wondered what scared her more — what he said during that period, or the way he shifted gears, afterward … Was he some kind of psycho? Seated next to him, she eyed him sidelong as he pulled out into the street. Rick noticed, grinned, and ruffled her hair. "Relax, Short Round, I just needed to remind you that I don’t hop the way other people do when your quills pop up…"
"You were scary."
"You needed a good jolt, don’t you think?"
Teela grimaced. "Yeah, okay."
"The Sally thing bothers you?"
"Uh huh. It’s … embarrassing. Besides, who says it’s gonna work? Going around debasing herself for him isn’t necessarily going to make him keep her — in fact, he’ll probably have no respect for her at all! I can’t understand why she let him talk her into it…"
Rick’s eyes left the road and flicked to hers, "Who says it was his idea?"
"Well, surely…"
"Who was busy defending it?" Rick pointed out. "Lon didn’t say a word!"
"Yeah, well, it was self-justification."
"Look, Squirt, I know Lon REAL WELL, and I’m here to tell you that HE didn’t come up with this!" Rick insisted. "If he had, he’d have been all over it; instead, he didn’t say a word — he just looked embarrassed…" He sighed. "That’s why Sally stopped me — to tell me that you were gonna pretend that you didn’t know better — but you do, don’t you?"
There was a pregnant pause, then Teela puffed out a sigh. "Yeah. It’s kinda scary — how close are WE to that?"
Rick shrugged, grinned. "Want me to turn around and make poor Beth give up Terence’s dick so you can find out?"
"God, no!" the swat on his shoulder that accompanied the exclamation was perfunctory, and Rick grinned through it, wondering where the convention had arisen that a man couldn’t raise his hand to a woman, but a woman was allowed to deal out blows for what they considered to be bad behavior … Besides, his point was made; the look on her face said that Teela was tasting Terence’s cock in her imagination.
Sally was settling slowly onto Lon’s cock. They’d shifted to the floor and Lon was using a throw pillow for his head; Sally had one under each knee. This was all so thrillingly nasty to Sally; she was holding Lon’s rigid shaft, directing it into her opening — actively giving herself to him. She pressed down and his glans popped through and started stretching the walls of her tunnel. She stopped twice to back up and spread her lubrication over dry spots, but Lon was buried to the hilt in seconds.