Since this was “my” room, I gave Marla the tour. “Those instrument cases are mine. The room is soundproof so that if I wish to doodle on the trumpet or whatever in the middle of the night, it doesn’t wake people up.”
“Don’t listen to him, Marla,” Kristen said. “The room is soundproof so that the screaming doesn’t alert the police!”
I rolled my eyes.
Marla pointed toward the back at what looked to her like a table with a blanket draped over it. “What’s that?”
“A vivisection table!” Kristen giggled.
I pulled the blanket off and showed Marla my electric piano. “The blanket keeps dust off it.”
“Yeah,” Kristen said. “A bit too small for vivisection.”
After the studio, Kristen led Marla to the playroom.
“This room isn’t soundproof, for those that don’t mind screaming.”
Marla knew that Kristen was teasing her now. “I like playing pool.”
“Kristen did, too, until she played against Camille.”
“Oh?”
“Camille is a pool hustler that won thousands of my hard earned dollars, as well as my virtue.”
“Hard earned?” I asked. “Virtue?”
Kristen ignored my questions. “I’ll have you know that he had his way with a virginal cheerleader on that very table not too long ago!”
“Virginal cheerleader? Isn’t that an oxymoron?” Marla asked.
I laughed. “Actually, she was. She still is.”
“Huh? Kristen was kidding, right?”
“Kristen was talking about June. If you’ve heard the gossip, then you should know the story about the virgin cheerleader.”
“The rumors said you took her virginity.”
“Well, I didn’t take it. She gave it to me for safekeeping.”
Marla looked confused.
Kristen looked at me, impressed. “Interesting way to put that, Jim.”
“Thank you, Goddess.”
Marla looked confused, but let the comment pass. “I thought you said there were three rooms down here.”
“There are,” I said, wondering why Kristen had avoided her favorite one.
“Want to see it?” Kristen asked.
From her tone of voice, I knew that Kristen had some sort of agenda. It wasn’t too difficult for me to read her mind. I gave Kristen a look that asked her, “Are you sure?” but Kristen seemed determined.
“This way,” Kristen said, leading Marla out of the playroom.
The next room was our communal shower. Kristen didn’t turn on the light as we entered.
“There’s an echo here,” Marla said, noticing the acoustics.
“Surprise!” Kristen said, flipping the light switch.
Marla saw where she was and laughed. She stopped laughing when she realized that Kristen was down to bra and panties.
In five seconds, Kristen was nude. “Nothing like a hot shower, Marla!”
Kristen turned on one of the showers and started to drench herself. “Come on and join us!”
Marla stared at Kristen, disbelief on her face.
“Come on, the water’s warm!”
I didn’t want to spook Marla, so I didn’t take off my clothes, even though I knew that rubbing soap on Kristen’s body was one of her favorite activities that didn’t include my sperm in her mouth.
Marla looked from Kristen to me, and then I saw her start to undress. She saw a place that was convenient for storing clothes, and slowly undressed.
I still had memories of Marla’s long, dark brown hair, which was longer than last year. Now, it hung down to the middle of her back.
Marla was getting naked without my having to give her a ticket!
When she was completely nude, Marla selected a shower on the other side of me and turned it on. I was now standing underneath a silent shower, with two lovely nude women on either side of me.
I didn’t need to be told what to do. I went over to one of the dressing nooks and got undressed quickly. As I turned, I got a bit embarrassed at my nudity, but realized that Marla already saw my cock a year ago, up close and personal.
I took the shower between the two girls.
“This shower isn’t quite right,” Kristen said, turning off her shower. She moved over to where I was and tested my spray. “Ah, perfect!”
I took the soap from its holder and started rubbing Kristen’s body the way I know she loves being caressed with soap.
“You should try the water from this shower, Marla!” Kristen said, inviting Marla over.
Marla smiled at Kristen’s offer and moved over to where we were playing.
“Can you soap me?” Marla asked, softly.
It was one of the sexiest requests I heard.
“Of course, Marla,” I answered.
“Will you take my virginity on the pool table the same way you did that cheerleader’s?”
Kristen started laughing. “I think you have the wrong impression. June was a virgin when Jim took her on the pool table. She’s still a virgin.”
“Huh?” Marla said, confused. “I thought she gave him her virginity.”
“For safe keeping,” I said. “She gets it back on her wedding night for Archy Jonas, her boyfriend, to take for real.”
Marla didn’t seem to understand.
“She gave me permission to take her virginity at any time, at my discretion. My decision was to not take it.”
“But Kristen said you took her on the table…”
“You took me under that willow tree last year, Marla.”
“Oh!” Marla said, suddenly understanding. “You mean, your sex slave is a virgin and will remain one?”
“She will remain one if I have anything to do with it, and she’s not my sex slave.”
“Jim only threatened June’s virginity once,” Kristen said.
“Huh?”
Kristen described, in excruciating detail my encounter with June’s mother. I made slight corrections in the details, but Kristen had the story pretty accurate.
“I knew you were quite forward last year. I never realized…”
Kristen laughed. “You were Jim’s second experience. His first was the day before. All his bravado was just a show.”
“Hey!” I said. “That’s personal!”
“You’re lathering soap in Marla’s crotch and you are accusing me of being personal?”
“Um…” I said, not having an answer for that.
“Jim talks a good game, Marla,” Kristen said. “I think Jim would have kittens if June’s mother actually showed up here as Ass Whore. I think he’d tell security that he wasn’t here.”
I looked at Kristen sharply, but realized she was right. I made a mental note to consider that option in that event.
Marla kissed me. “You’re so cute, Jim…”
Marla paused. “Oh, Kristen… I’m sorry… I mean, he’s yours…”
“Marla, he has his hands between your legs, and you think that I’m going to mind if you kiss him? I’m going to expect you to give as good and as thorough a washing to Jim as he’s giving you. If you want, I will help you give a special part of him a spit shine.”
“You really don’t mind? You aren’t just making up stories about the virgin cheerleader?”
I raised three fingers. “Scout’s honor, Marla. June and Lynette will be here around ten. In fact, we should have told you that before we brought you in here. They usually don’t wear clothes on the property. If they see the Camaro in the driveway and don’t find us in the parking lot, they will come looking for us.”
“You really have two slaves?” Marla asked, her breathing was starting to get heavy as my fingers worked their magic.
Kristen signaled me to move Marla so that she could help me double team her.