"So you plan to take Lon on again?" Candace pressed.
"Yes," Jean nodded. "It would have been easier without our history, but I’m nerving myself up for it. Toby is convinced that unless he is available to you, and I am available to Lon, something he calls the group dynamic is messed up and everyone is endangered by it. So, while we will still have a relationship, it won’t be exclusive."
Candace grunted. "That will have to do, I guess. As long as everyone is participating and things are more or less fair, the odd little quirks in our individual relationships shouldn’t rock the boat. Now, all everyone has to do is keep their mouths shut about the whole thing, and we’re golden. I certainly haven’t said any thing, and YOU certainly haven’t, and Beth…"
But Beth was looking away, blushing. "Beth…" Candace’s tone was gruff. "What have you done?"
"Oh, God!" Beth moaned. "I didn’t TELL anybody, but one of the nurses at work basically guessed the whole thing! Well, not the WHOLE thing, actually, but she figured out that I was sleeping with some of Toby’s friends … Most of it came out because she kept surprising me by coming up with the right answers! You KNOW I can’t hide anything…" Beth wound down and hunched her shoulders as if she expected to be hit.
Jean was openly horrified, and Candace was angry. "Tell us! Everything!"
"Well, I’m a lot — happier, I guess. It shows, at work. I guess I’m acting sexier, too, because one of the doctors has started sniffing around me, all of a sudden. Anyway, it didn’t take much for Louise — Louise Carter, my floor nurse — to figure out that I was getting regular sex, and she wanted to know about my boyfriend. So I told her it was just a sex thing, not a relationship, and that settled things for a while — but we started messing with Dr. Rankin…"
"Is this a side issue?" Candace butted in. "We need to know how Louise caught on, not all about lecherous doctors!"
"Well, it’s related," Beth argued. "Louise started helping me mess with Dr. Rankin, trying to needle him into making the next step. We got to talking about sex, and she said that she and her husband used to swing, but now their schedules don’t match that well, so they each play a little on the side to make up for the lacks. Anyway, the conversation drifted to cock sizes — little ones, especially — and I mentioned Roy’s, and then let slip that I’d seen Toby’s." She grimaced. "After that, I had to cover myself to keep from letting Louise think I was sleeping with Toby — and only the truth seemed to work!"
"Did you name names?" Candace wanted to know.
"No! Absolutely not!" Beth replied. "But she knows that there are about six of us…"
"Jeezus…" Jean was hiding her face. It was all coming apart already!
"It’s not that bad!" Beth insisted. "She’s not outraged, or anything. In fact, she wants to play!"
"What?" Candace blinked. This was DEFINITELY getting out of hand…
"Well, I TOLD you she used to swing — and that she plays on the side! She wants a piece of Dr. Rankin, although she understands that he’s primarily interested in me…" Beth dimpled, despite the gravity of the situation, then added, "She said it might be educational for the boys — she’s black, you know…"
"I didn’t," Candace replied, grumpily. "This is a fine mess! You didn’t make any promises, did you?"
"No. I discouraged it — after all, if she joined the group, my situation would kind of get exposed…"
"Meaning that she’d discover what a total slut you are," Candace stung her, "AND that you’re a slave…"
"Yes…" Beth hung her head. Candace would use this, undoubtedly, to make her life miserable…
"This is bad," Candace groused. "Do you think she’ll stay discouraged, or is she the kind of idiot that thinks with her cunt, like YOU are?"
"Candace!" Jean erupted.
"Don’t get in the way, Jean!" Candace grated. "For one thing, I’m totally within my rights, here — she’s MY slave! For another, look what she’s done! Don’t you agree?"
"Well, maybe…" Jean subsided, giving Beth a black look. "This is terrible!"
"I didn’t mean to!" Beth protested. "It just happened! Besides, Louise was pretty open-minded about it — and she SAID she used to swing! Besides, she’s helping me with Dr. Rankin!"
"What about him?" Candace snapped.
"Well, he wants to…" Beth began — but Candace cut her off.
"Uh uh. Not without MY permission, Young Lady! Just what are you going to tell HIM?"
"I … Aww, Mistress! Please! He’s a regular guy!"
"Exactly. A regular guy — something you have ABSOLUTELY NO USE FOR!" Candace ranted. "How vanilla do you figure he is, anyway? What will he think of the real you?"
"But Mistress, he’s a DOCTOR!" Beth whined.
"Your ticket to the brass ring?" Candace sneered. "Is he gonna put up with the other men in your life? You can’t just pick up men off the street … Actually, that would be safer than trying to deal with someone you KNOW, and who KNOWS YOU!" Candace rolled her eyes. "God, what an idiot!"
"Awww, Mistress!" Beth whined. She looked to Jean for support — and got none; clearly, Jean was angry and disgusted. "Jean…"
"You fool!" Jean hissed. "Every person, friendly or not, who knows our secret can breach it and lay the group wide open! Do you WANT to go to jail?"
"Maybe she wants some prison Domme to use her for tongue baths and rape her ass with a dildo!" Candace leaned in and hissed nastily.
"N-no! I’m sorry!" Beth wailed.
"I don’t see how we can possibly be safe from this Louise without a lever on her, do you?" Candace asked the group in general — and Jean in particular.
Jean rubbed her face. "More pictures?"
"Or more pretend pictures, one or the other," Candace nodded. "How about this?" She turned to Beth, "If this friend of yours wants in, tell her we need guarantees. Tell her we’re VERY unhappy that she knows what she does, and we want protection from her. Tell her that the safest thing for us is to make her a member of the group — but she needs to let us take pictures, so we have a hold on her and can keep her from blabbing about this to everybody!" She glared at her slave. "God help you if she already has!"
Beth flicked her eyes to Jean, who screwed up her face in though. "What if we scare her off? Or she tells someone to protect herself?"
"Yeah, just how hot to trot IS this woman?" Candace queried.
"Um, well, she — went off and masturbated in the bathroom after we talked about it," Beth offered. "And she lent me her vibrator, so I could…"
"You won’t be doing THAT again!" Candace snarled! "No relief, unless you clear it with ME, FIRST! Understand?"
"Yes, Mistress." Now Beth was TRULY miserable…
"All right," Candace directed. "First, you offer her first dibs on the good doctor, and let her know that we’d really rather not endanger ourselves by taking on another member. If THAT doesn’t work, then tell her we’ll let her in, but we need blackmail material. Got it?"
"Yes, Mistress," Beth sighed. "B-but, Dr. Rankin?"
"I tell you what — you bring this Dr. Rankin around to me to look at — then we’ll see. Of course, to do THAT, you’ll have to tell him I’m your lesbian sex partner, or some such…"
"Aw, Mistress!" Beth whined.
"Honey, if he gets the stamp of approval, he’s gonna end up discovering EXACTLY what you are!" Candace replied. "Now shut up about it! If you want him, you’ve heard my terms…"