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Chapter 3
Two weeks had passed with no leads on a job. Patricia had been searching long and hard for new employment only to find a long list of common rejections. Still, she had found comfort in her new living quarters. Both Patricia and Bill were gracious, never pressuring her or making her feel down about taking up space in their home.
“Why don’t you get your stuff out of storage and bring it here?” Jasmine asked her. “We have tons of space in our garage and it would get you some money back.”
Two weeks later, and with no more job prospects, she finally agreed to bring her things to the house.
“What are you doing?” Bill asked his wife. “I know you are up to something.”
Jasmine grinned and tilted her head, flipping her hair. “Why Bill, whatever gave you that idea?”
“You aren’t this friendly…even to Patricia. So what’s going on?”
“Bill,” Jasmine said. “I want to keep her.”
“What do you mean ‘keep her’?” he asked.
“I don’t know. Maybe we could keep her as a pet. Like a puppy or something.”
Bill smirked, looking down. “This is my best friend. I love her. I can’t do to her what we do to those other girls. I mean…I could, but I won’t.”
“Didn’t you tell me that Jerry was chastising you about having someone stay here?” she asked. “Aren’t you risking us and Chimera to help a friend?”
“What’s that got to do with it?”
“Didn’t you always say you missed spending time with her?” Jasmine persisted.
“I don’t see the point…”
“Bill, we can keep her here. You can spend time with her. We can both enjoy her and, to top it off, it fixes the risk factor of her finding out what we do and letting the cat out of the bag!”
“No!” he told her. “It isn’t going to happen.”
“Fine,” she blurted.
“I can still play with her while you’re out of town at that HFM convention.”
“Baby…please leave her alone. I don’t want any trouble. Remember, she is my friend. She isn’t an experiment or a toy.”
“Okay, baby,” she said.
“I’m serious. I am only going to be gone for two weeks and I don’t want anything going on. Okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Jasmine said, saluting and clicking her heels together.
“Good girl,”
The night was drawing to a close as dinner found its way to the dinner table. Jovial tones of old times crossed between the former lovers, spurred on by Jasmine’s prodding. Before long, they had collapsed onto the living room couch, drunk on wine, memories and the promise of memories to come.
“Kiss me,” Jasmine told Patricia. “I want to see how you kiss.”
Giggling, Patricia leaned in to give her the requested kiss, turning away at the last moment. “Don’t be mad at me…it’s not you. I just…I’m just not into girls.”
“Don’t worry it, sweetheart,” Jasmine smiled. Maybe you can show me how it looks to kiss Bill?”
Patricia turned to Bill, unsure of her course of action. Her face was red, flush with embarrassment and drunken excitement at the thought of kissing her former lover – the man who, she felt, created her.
Turning to Bill, Jasmine reached out to take his hand in hers. Pulling him close, she whispered loudly in his ears. “I want to see you kiss her.”
Bill looked towards Patricia and smiled. Leaning across his wife, he reached his hand to Patricia’s head and gently pulled her to him, their lips meeting in a long, wet kiss. Lingering for a moment, he pulled away and looked to his smiling wife.
“What did you think?” Bill asked, excited at the possibilities that now ran through his mind.
Jasmine leaned forward, reaching her hand around his head and pulling him to her. They kissed deeply, their excitement adding to the moment. Breaking their kiss, he turned to Patricia and, with a tilt of his head and a soft word of encouragement, drew her in for another kiss.
Standing, Bill turned and headed towards the bedroom. Walking slowly, he began removing his shirt.
“Follow me, girls,” he commanded, halting his motion long enough to glance behind him. “I want you both naked and in my bed.”
Patricia, her mind and body in full submission rose and followed. Briefly, a moment of reason came to her and she looked back at Jasmine, silently questioning her actions.
“He hates to be disobeyed. You know that,” Jasmine said softly. “We had better do as he says.”
“Yes,” Patricia muttered, slightly dazed. “He hates to wait.”
“You’ve never been with a woman?” Jasmine asked, removing her clothes as she followed Patricia to the bedroom.
“No. I had one go down on me once, but that’s all. I couldn’t have done it if he hadn’t made me,” the tall girl said.
“What are you going to do if he orders you to kiss me?”
“I don’t know,” she answered, discarding her shorts.
“Are you saying you will obey him?” Jasmine prodded, enjoying Patricia’s discomfort.
“I…I don’t know.”
“What if he makes you go down on me? What if he wants to watch us together?”
Patricia’s brow furrowed, worry pushing her excitement into the background. She stopped for a moment, unsure of herself.
“He hates to wait,” Jasmine said, excited at her friend’s discomfort. “You know how he is.”
“I can’t do this,” Patricia said. “I can’t. What if he does want to see us together? I can’t.”
The two women stood in the hall, watching each other. “Go ahead, then. I understand and I am sure he will too.”
Patricia smiled and pulled Jasmine close, relieved. “Thank you. And…I’m sorry. I just can’t do this. Besides, I don’t want to be a possible cause for trouble between you two.”
“Trish,” she said, holding the girl by her shoulders. “It wouldn’t cause problems. He isn’t the only one who wants this.”
“But…I can’t. Even if you are okay with it….even if you want it…I can’t.”
Just then, Bill’s slipped into the hall, his large, powerful, naked frame fully visible to the two women. His displeasure clear by his expression.
“Patricia, Jasmine…get in her, now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. Then, pointing to Jasmine, “I want you on my right and you, Patricia, on my left. Now, come, my darlings.”
Suddenly, Patricia’s will left her and she found herself fall into a dreamlike state and obeying Bill’s command. Jasmine, amused by her friend’s instant response, followed close behind.
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