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.”
A completely nude Mrs. Rodgers was in the apartment a minute later.
“Did it hurt, honey?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.
“He didn’t start yet.”
“Oh.”
“You now have two problems, if you ignore Lynette, who just said she has experience,” Kristen pointed out.
“Hello, Miss Swift,” Mrs. Rodgers said, a bit of embarrassment in her voice.
“If you are Ass Whore, the house rules are that you call me Mistress. You call my boyfriend one of two names. I would suggest Master, as Cunt Whore does, as Pussy Slave’s name might be a bit… worrisome.”
“Pussy Slave?”
“Lynette Robbins, head cheerleader last year,” June said.
“Do you have a thing for cheerleaders?” Mrs. Rodgers asked.
“The cheerleaders have a thing for my Master, Mom.”
“Ass Whore,” Kristen corrected.
“Sorry,” June said.
I sighed. This had to be an X-rated version of Twilight Zone.