Smiling, I added, “Let me give Kristen a call.”
I went into the den, and felt strange using the phone. At the apartment, there was never a time limit to deal with, but at my parents’ house, I needed to abide by their rules, which meant ten minutes maximum.
I dialed the private number that connected me directly to the apartment.
“Lynette’s House of Torture,” Lynette announced.
“Cool name! Can we get a neon sign?” I giggled.
“No,” Lynette said loudly. “Kristen is tied up and gagged right now. Can I take a message?”
“Are you playing right now?”
“Yes.”
“I take it that Kristen is listening.”
“Jim isn’t here. He gave Kristen to me to bring her in line.”
I giggled, wondering what was going through Kristen’s mind right now.
Lynette paused a bit before continuing her charade. “The services for Pussy Slave for the entire football team?”
My eyes widened as I laughed.
Another pause, and then, “I’ve retired from the Pussy Slave business, but I have a replacement. Do you think the team would mind a different blonde?”
I let Lynette play her silly game.
Yet another pause and then, “No, she hasn’t done anal, I think. I do have a toy that Cammy left us that I could use to loosen her up for you.”
“You wouldn’t, Lynette!” I said.
“No,” Lynette said, answering me. There was another pause and then, “I don’t know if she’s taken guys in her cunt and mouth at the same time. I think she’d be willing to learn, though.”
“Is she squirming, Lynette?” I asked.
Lynette again incorporated her answer within her charade: “Yes, she is. Each guy will have to pay twenty five cents per trick.”
I heard muffled moans in the background behind Lynette.
“Twenty five dollars? That would be a hundred tricks! I don’t know if she could take it… Oh… That sounds interesting, but you’d have to provide your own horse!”
“When should I come back, Lynette?”
“You want a test drive?” Lynette asked, still in character. “It will still be twenty five cents per trick. I’d have to pick you up, since nobody but me can get past the security gate without Kristen or Jim’s verbal OK. May I pick you up?”
“Certainly, Lynette. My mom invited Kris and me for roast beef. It wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to add another one—Merry and I can put in a leaf in the table.”
“That sounds divine!” Lynette answered. “What time?”
“We eat at six.”
“I can certainly be there in a few minutes. I’ll have the new Pussy Slave waiting for you.”
Lynette hung up the phone, and I laughed hysterically.
Merry came into the den. “What’s so funny?”
“Lynette’s playing a joke on Kristen, and it’s so cool!”
“Ooh! Can you tell me?” Merry asked.
“Sorry, sis. This is one Oogie Story that I won’t be sharing.”
“Aww,” Merry said, disappointed.
“I think you need to call Sherry and June and thank them for their help, huh?”
“Ooh, good idea.”
“Lynette’s on her way over here to pick me up. You can thank her in person.”
“Great!”
I went to the living room, where Mom and my step-father were watching television.
“Mom, Kristen and I have Lynette with us, so would it be possible to include her for dinner as well?”
“There’s enough meat, but I might have to make more mashed potatoes.”
“I’ll help, Mommy!” Merry offered. “Jim can help me put in the leaf.”
Mom laughed and looked at her husband. He nodded his approval, and Mom said, “Fine, Jim. I’ll have Merry help make some more salad as well.”
I let Merry answer the door when Lynette rang the bell.
“Lynette! I made the squad! Thanks so much for all your help. I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“Jackie told you that you’re on the squad?” Lynette asked, a bit surprised.
“Jim and I saw her at the mall and she gave me the good news!”
“I’m proud of you, even if you did tell somebody that you think of me as ‘Coach Bitch!’”
“I didn’t mean…” Merry said, reddening.
Lynette laughed. “I don’t mind, Merry. Sometimes I needed to be tough on you in order to get you in shape in time. Did Jackie tell you your score?”
“Eight out of ten. She didn’t explain the point totals, though.”
“That’s impressive for a sophomore,” Lynette said. “I bet you got two-four-two.”
“Huh?” I asked.
“Two for being sponsored, four for routine, and two for difficulty,” Lynette explained to me. “Merry started at two-three-one to my way of thinking, and after working with me, I decided that she probably improved one point each in the routine and difficulty.”
Having the former squad captain as a coach was obviously very helpful for Merry.
“Thank you!” Merry said, really impressed in Lynette’s analysis.
“You did the work, Merry. You deserved every point you got.”
“Thanks, anyway!”
“You’re welcome, Merry,” Lynette said. “I need to borrow Jim, but I told him we’ll be back for dinner in an hour or so.”
“Jim told us!”
“I’ll see you later on. OK, sis?” I asked my sister.
“OK.”
I kissed my sister on the cheek, and Lynette did the same as well. The two of us left and drove back to the apartment.
“I bet Kristen is scared shitless,” I said on the drive back.
“I may have laid it on a bit thick on the phone.”
“I was laughing my ass off,” I said. “Jackie apologized, by the way.”
“Jackie has an inferiority complex about her cousin,” Lynette remarked. “She may have unwittingly put Kristen up to what she did last night.”
I nodded. “Jackie and I talked. She said she’s sorry.”
“You know that I can’t hate Kristen, Jim.”
“It’s one of the reasons that I love you,” I said.
“I’m not just a convenient ass fuck?” Lynette said, smiling.
“You’re very convenient,” I said.
“It was the only time I achieved orgasm when a guy was back there.”
“Camille and I discussed ass fucking one night we were together when Kris was asleep. She said that ass fucking does little physically to stimulate the recipient, and said that a girl should not be too embarrassed to frig herself during the act.”
“Cammy told me that, too,” Lynette said. “I never felt comfortable about doing that with other guys. I would have done it with you, though, because I wanted to enjoy it with you, but when you did it for me, it was much better.”
“I love you, Lynette.”
“I love you, Oogie.”
I decided that I needed to find a good pet name for Lynette. “Do you forgive Kristen?” I asked.
“I can’t hate her. It was hard for me to even do that to her over the phone, but whenever I felt uneasy, I’d think about her happily ordering me to eat June, or to suck you, or any of the other things she made me do. I would do anything for her if she asks, but the terms I agreed to were that she gave orders, not just ask.”
I nodded.
“I don’t want to be her slave anymore, Jim,” Lynette said. “I want to be her lover.”
“I know. This was brewing for a while, wasn’t it?” I asked.
“It would have come to a head sooner or later,” Lynette said wistfully. “I figured it could last until I left for New York, but now I’m staying in Illinois.”
“June retired as ‘Cunt Whore’ before Kristen knew it. June always thought of it as a game, though, and let Kris play. June loves being ordered, though, so it’s different with her.”