“Then I’m going to have to find Merry a boyfriend quickly.”
“Let her choose her own life, Jim. She wants you, but you don’t want her. At least give her the freedom to make her own decisions.”
I shook my head. “I can’t have Merry sleeping around like that.”
Kristen turned and looked me straight in the eye. “Why not?”
“Because… because…” I tried to come up with a good reason.
“Because you love her, too.”
“Not like that!”
Kristen shook her head, but she smiled. “You need to find out how much. I’m not telling you to fuck her. You know, having her make friends with June was a great idea. You should enlist Sherry as well.”
“Sherry might be a good idea,” I said, half to myself. I really wanted Merry to get on the cheerleading squad.
“Stop manipulating her, and let her live her own life. Think about how you were last year when we met.”
“I had a roll of tickets and almost fucked you over royally.”
Kristen laughed. “But you also had fun. Remember Kneely Park? You told me you only needed to use the tickets the first time. The girls chose the repeat performance themselves. I went the second time because Patty told me how funny it all was.”
“Funny, huh?” I asked. I considered what Kristen said and added, “That sounds good. Hey, Merry! Let me have Kristen and June take you to a special place at Kneely Park.”
Kristen was still laughing. “Just let her make her own decisions. She’s not going to rape you, you know. She likes you too much for that. Again, the best thing about all the women that love you is that they love me too, and they don’t compete with me because of that. Camille knows that she could steal you away unintentionally, so she moved to where her future is.”
“Camille? Steal me?” I asked. I was incredulous.
Kristen gave me an odd look, and didn’t reply.
I considered what Kristen just said. I decided to drop the mention of Camille stealing me away. “So, Camille’s future is Will and an endless collection of guys and girls?”
“It’s who Camille is. You could make her a woman devoted to a single man, but that wouldn’t be the Camille you know, would it?”
I shook my head.
“Life is pretty fucked up here in the suburbs, huh?” Kristen joked.
If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I was on a fucking soap opera. Let’s rename our town “Peyton Place.”
“Lynette called earlier and wants to know if she’s invited over.”
“Invited?” Lynette was, by now, a permanent fixture in our apartment.
“You were pissed at her, before. The fact that you got upset worried her to death. She will only come over if you tell her that you’re no longer angry.”
“Patty helped me understand what I was doing.”
“I know that, but Lynette doesn’t know that. I imagine that June is feeling bad about what she said, too.”
Oh, shit. Luckily there was a wall phone in the playroom. I quickly dialed Lynette’s number, and Lynette answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, Lynette!”
“Jim!” Lynette seemed surprised, but also apprehensive.
“I’m sorry for blowing up at you yesterday.”
Lynette answered, “No, Jim. I’m really sorry. I didn’t think about your feelings. I mean, everybody loves telling Oogie Stories…”
“I know, I know,” I said. “I’m starting to get sick of these Oogie Stories!”
“Oh, no!” Lynette said, thinking that I didn’t understand them. “They’re stories that people tell to see if they can top somebody else’s about the wonderful things you do.”
“It didn’t sound as if you were telling a wonderful story, Lynette.”
“I didn’t get to the end, but the story was about how you thought that somebody might be mistreating your sister. Everybody I told that story to envies your sister.”
I shook my head, but realized that Lynette couldn’t see that. “Please don’t tell Oogie Stories in front of me, Lynette. I think that I have a different reaction to them. I think of them as times that I’m being an asshole.”
Lynette asked. “That’s precious, Jim! Can I tell that one to others? A new Oogie Story!”
I was speechless until Lynette’s laughter told me she was kidding. Well, maybe she wasn’t really kidding, but it broke the tension.
“Am I invited over? My parents hadn’t expected me to be here last night. They sort of want to turn my room over to my sister…”
“Of course, Lynette. Please come over.”
“Thank you, Oogie!”
The phone clicked.
Next, I dialed June’s house. Mrs. Rodgers answered. “Um, Mrs. Rodgers? This is Jim Crittenhouse.”
Mrs. Rodgers said, “Is there a problem, Jim?”
“Um, no,” I said. “I just wanted to speak with June.”
“I thought June was at your apartment.”
Huh? “Um, maybe she’s on her way.”
“She left about a half hour ago.”
This was confusing, but I realized that security no longer announced June and Lynette. As long as either Kristen or I were around, June could come in, and Lynette already moved in with us.
“I’ve been downstairs. I’ll check upstairs. Thanks, Mrs. Rodgers!”
I hung up.
“What’s wrong?” Kristen asked.
“June’s supposed to be here,” I said. “Her mother says she left a half hour ago.”
I left the playroom and looked out onto the driveway. June’s mother’s car was in the driveway.
That’s funny, I thought. Why didn’t June look for us down in the playroom?
I went upstairs into the apartment and saw why June wasn’t downstairs.
June was nude, and she chained herself to the hooks on the floor that I showed her mother. She wore handcuffs on her wrists and ankles. Her ass was up in the air. I could see that her crotch was oozing.
“June! How long have you been here?”
“I can’t tell. Fifteen minutes, maybe?”
June had a hood over her face.
I looked at the picture that June presented. The hooks were a bit far apart, actually.
Kristen gasped when she walked into the apartment behind me. “Why didn’t you call to us?” Kristen asked.
“I’m being punished for embarrassing Oogie,” June said.
“Who is punishing you?” Kristen demanded.
Merry walked out of the spare bedroom. “Like my handiwork?”
“Merry!” Kristen and I both screamed in surprise.
“June told me what Jim told her mother. She got the stuff from her mother—June thinks she’s too afraid to actually go through with it—and I helped her connect the chains to the hooks and put the black bag over her head.”
“Why?”
“June told me she wanted to be punished, and asked me for help. She said if I did this for her, she’d have Sherry give me acrobatic lessons.”
This sadomasochistic scene was completely incongruous with the modest, pristine Merry.
Kristen started laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I demanded.
“Your face, Jim! It’s classic!”
Merry started laughing as well. “Jim, I’m going to be sixteen next month! How old were you when Patty started coming upstairs to your room?”
It was difficult for me to contemplate Merry and her budding sexuality.
“You did wonderful, Merry!” Kristen said.
“Yeah, Merry,” June agreed.
“Thanks,” Merry said, a bit shyly. “Kristen, June wanted me to ask you if you had KY jelly.”
This was too much for me. June was bound up and blindfolded with her ass in the air, and my kid sister was asking for some lubrication.
“I’ll get some for you,” Kristen said, helpfully.
“Hey, everyone!” Lynette said, entering the apartment. She took one look at June and said, “Ooh, can I be next?”
Kristen came out of the bathroom with a tube. “Hi, Lynette!”
“Cool scene. Your idea?” Lynette asked.
Kristen shook her head. “Jim’s. He offered this to June’s mother when she objected to him treating her daughter as a whore.”
“A whore?” Merry asked.
“Cunt Whore,” June explained, helpfully.
“Cunt Whore?” Merry asked again, confused.
“My mom’s Ass Whore, and this is going to be her first activity.”
“Ouch!” Merry said.
Lynette looked at me, quite impressed. “I never figured you for that sort of scene, Oogie.”
“It’s not. It was just something to scare June’s mom.”
“Mom is trying to work up the courage to go through with it. I saw her with one wrist and ankle bound. Mom was embarrassed, but she didn’t hide.”
“Can somebody tell me where the Candid Camera is?” I asked.
“Camera!” Kristen said, getting an idea. “One minute!”
Kristen returned from the kitchen and took some pictures of June. “Cool!”
I was dumbfounded as the four women so casually accepted June’s predicament. “Come on, June. Get out of there. Where are the keys to the handcuffs?”
“I, um… left them at home.” June did not sound one bit sorry.
“That’s true,” agreed Merry. “She told me that when she was putting them on.”
“How are you going to get out of this?”
“Well, I didn’t think I’d get so tired. I guess you’ll have to have my mom come over…”
“NO!” I shouted. “Kris, doesn’t your father have tools?”
“My dad?” Kristen laughed. “Actually, we have a tool shed, but he doesn’t use it.”
“Think you can find bolt cutters?” I asked.
“Not until June gets her ass fucked.”
“June told me the first time I was with her that she doesn’t do that.”
“I think June is telling you differently now,” Merry said.
“Why is June doing this if Jim suggested it for her mother?” Lynette asked.
“June wants to be punished for having Jim get angry at her.”
“Ooh! I’m definitely next!” Lynette said happily. “I angered Jim, too.”
“If he cuts the cuffs, you won’t be able to do it properly, and Mom said they were about a hundred dollars when she purchased both pairs.”
I couldn’t believe this situation. I went into the bedroom and called June’s mother and asked her to come over and bring the keys to the handcuffs.
“The keys?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.
“Yes. To the handcuffs.”
“Bring them to your apartment?”
“June’s cuffed herself. I’d like to uncuff her.”
There was a long pause, and finally Mrs. Rodgers said, “I guess.”
I hung up the phone, wondering why Mrs. Rodgers would be hesitant to help her daughter.
“I’ve called for the keys.”
“You called my mom?” June asked.
“Yeah.”
“And she’s coming here?”
“That’s the point.”
June started laughing.
Why didn’t I get the jokes? “What’s so fucking funny?”
“Kristen, did you get a picture of Jim’s face when he saw me?”
“Unfortunately, no,” Kristen said.
“Get ready, Kris, I am not able to see him with this hood on.”
“Why?” I asked.
June started laughing again. “Do you remember how you asked my mother to come over here the next time?”
Oh, shit!
Kristen got two pictures of me with my mouth open in surprise.
Lynette took the tube of KY jelly that Kristen put down on a cocktail table. “Want me to lube June up?”
“Most certainly not!”
Lynette squinted. “I’ve done anal before, and I don’t recommend doing her first time dry. She seems to be pretty lubricated in the other area, though. It might be enough.”
“I squirt when I orgasm,” June suggested.
“I remember!” Lynette said, and approached the black cheerleader and started to caress her cunt lips.
“Stop that!” I said, amazed that Lynette would actually be doing this in front of Merry.
“Please, Mr. Big?” Lynette asked.
“Mr. Big?” Merry asked.
“She’s Pussy Slave, and calls Kristen Mistress and Jim Mr. Big!” June informed Merry.
“How kinky!” Merry said, smiling, and watching Lynette fondle June.
“Are you going to fuck her ass, or will I have to get one of Camille’s toys that she left here?” Kristen asked.
“Toys?” Merry asked.
“Camille left us her largest double-ended dildo,” Lynette said. “Kristen and I were going to try it out.”
This was too much information. “Kristen, take Merry downstairs.”
“I’m not Pussy Slave,” Kristen said. “You’ve always told me that I’m allowed to participate in anything you do, Jim.”
“Lynette… Pussy Slave, take Merry downstairs!”
Lynette turned to Kristen, who nodded. “Yes, Mr. Big.”
Lynette took Merry, and handed the tube back to Kristen before she left.
Kristen resumed fondling June.
“If you don’t give June what she wants, Jim, you’re sleeping in the spare bedroom, and the five of us women will take the master bedroom.”
“Five? You’re including Merry?”
“June’s mom, too.”
“No.” I said, my voice final. “I don’t want Merry doing girls.”
“How about if girls do Merry?” Kristen asked.
“Huh?”
“Merry’s already given consent, Jim. Lynette knows that. Which room downstairs do you think they’re going to?”
“NO!” I shouted. I made a dash for the door.
“Stop!” Kristen demanded. “If you don’t do this for June, you’ll regret it.”
“Are you threatening me?”
“Yes.”
I took a deep breath. “All right. June’s given her consent, since she set herself up like this. However, I didn’t give consent for anal sex. What about my feelings?”
Kristen and I locked eyes for a couple of silent minutes.
I was about to go downstairs to see if I could stave off Lynette and Merry when the intercom buzzed. “Some woman who identifies herself as Ass Whore is at the gate. I assume she’s one of your guests.”
I sighed. “Let her in.”