"I think I'm bi."
"What do you mean?"
What do you mean, what do you mean? You know exactly what she means!
"You know what I mean. Don't make me say it again." She pulls her short legs up to her chest and rests her head on her knees, staring at the floor of the car.
"How long have you been thinking about this?"
"A while. But I kept pushing the feelings away - I thought it wasn't a big deal. But then today happened, and I got angry at you. That's when I realized I can't hide this anymore - not from you. You deserve to know."
You nod your head in understanding.
"...so... what are you going to do?" You ask, scooting closer and wrapping her in your arms as she gratefully leans into your chest, her warm breath massaging your neck.
"Hm? ...what do you mean?"
"You said you think you're bi. Do you want to... know for sure?"
"Do I want to try being with a girl? Pfft, yeah right." She shakes her head.
"Why not?"
"Well..." Her voice trails off.
"You said you felt something for Bella, right? Maybe you could try- "
"NONONONO! No way! She's so out of my league! I want someone... more like me."
How could anyone be out of her league?
"Well, did you have anyone in mind?"
"Hmm... OH- " She quickly shuts up and blurts out a quick "No...", but you catch her in the act.
"Hey, hey, I saw that. You thought of someone, didn't you? ...I won't judge you, you know that."
"...promise you won't tell any of them?"
"Of course."
Wait, them?
She sits in silence, holding your arms with her small fingers, slightly massaging you as she thinks.
"Imane. Or Sydney. Or Celine. Or Jodi. Or..."
Oh... wow.
"Honestly, most of my friends are smoking hot," she blurts out, as if making the realization for the first time.
For a brief second, your thoughts flicker to the thought of Rae with one of those girls.
Their hands intertwined... their bodies on each other... their lips-
"Wow, you certainly seem to like the idea." She laughs out loud, squeezing you a little harder as she teases you.
"Huh? Wait, what do you mean?"
"Look at how red you're getting. You're thinking of me with a girl, right?"
"Uh... no?"
She shakes her head in feigned disappointment before pecking you on the cheek.
The car pulls into your driveway.
"Oh, this is mine. I'll see you later, Rae. We'll talk about this." You reluctantly pull away from her comforting grip and give her one last kiss before leaving.
You stumble inside, your fatigue from the long day finally hitting you.
And as you walk into your bedroom, ready to crash...
Brrring! Brrring!
Pulling out your phone, you see an unknown number.
Too many damn scam calls these days.
You decline the call and toss your phone on the bedside table. You turn off the lights after struggling to change into your nightclothes and fall into bed.
Cheep! Cheep!
Uh... who's texting me now?
Rolling over, you squint into the phone light.
You never called, and now you're not even picking up - I'm disappointed.
You'll be punished for this.
But no worries, I might just forgive you if you comply from now on...
Pet.
You jolt up, blood rushing to your head from the movement. Your heart races in your chest, and you grasp at the business card still sitting on your table.
7...4...2...5... Shit, it's the same number!
Your phone buzzes once again and your breath hitches in your throat. Cautiously, your finger moves to open her next text.
Still don't want to respond? Oh, my little pet is so scared.
As you should be.
After all, you certainly didn't control yourself very well today, did you?
Bella Poarch. Hmm... who knew she was the type? I'm sure the media would love to get a hold of this.
No. NO. This can't be happening. How could she know? She has to be spying on me!
You feel your heart rate accelerating rapidly, even as your eyes droop from the exhaustion.
You try to think of something to say as a reply, but your brain refuses to function under the stress.
You've had a long day today.
I'll call you in the morning at 8 AM sharp, and you are going to pick up.
After reading her final text, you collapse back in bed, leaving your phone in your palm.
Utterly exhausted from the mix of confusion and worry, you give yourself up to sleep.
...
"Careful, pet. Don't get your hands too close to me, or you know what I'll have to do."
"Yes, master. I'm sorry, master."
"Oh, I love when you call me master. You know that, right, pet?"
"Yes, master."
"Say you love me, pet."
"I love you, master."
"Beg for me, pet. And I'll give you what you so desperately want."
She strokes her hand along your hardened shaft, making you jerk.
"Please! Please... Please finish me!"
"Mmhmm... You're always so good to me..."
In one motion, she leans down, licking your entire cock from base to tip, making you moan in pleasure.
"Hmm? You like this?"
Her hands continue pumping you, tantalizingly slowly.
Your wrists and shins flail against their chains, begging to be set free.
She quickens her pace, licking her lips before engulfing you in her mouth.
Your words choke in your throat as you feel yourself get pushed to the brink of orgasm.
"Yes, master! Please!"
...
You wake up, drenched in a cold sweat.
What... the...
Your breathing is erratic, and you grimace at the sticky feeling in your boxers.
It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare. Just a nightmare.
You get out of bed, quickly pacing to the kitchen for a glass of water.
As you pour the liquid down your throat, confused thoughts pervade your mind.
It was terrible. I was chained down. And that lady... was doing things to me. And yet... I was listening to her. Complying.
You shudder as you recall the things you said, the way you pleaded.
I would never say that... never!
You stand over the kitchen sink, splashing your face with cold water to snap yourself out of your thoughts.
You decide to return back to bed, beginning to tiptoe so as to not wake the rest of the house.
But just as you pass by Poki's room, a loose floorboard loudly creaks underneath your foot, startling you.
Within seconds, a light turns on, and you hear footsteps moving toward the door.
Before you can consider running back to your room, the door opens, revealing the familiar silhouette behind.
"...Oh. It's you. What are you doing up this early?" Her groggy voice quietly whispers.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I was just getting a glass of water."
"Wait... why are you sweating so much?" Her voice regains its usual clarity and sharpness as she takes in your physical state. "What's wrong?"
"I..."
Immediately, you try to find a suitable lie, but then you stop in your tracks.
Wait... why should I lie? Why shouldn't I tell her? I can confide in her, right?
Yeah...maybe she can help me deal with the woman!
"...I... had a nightmare... but about something real. I'm being blackmailed, and I don't know what to do."
Her face, barely visible to you, wrinkles in worry.
"Oh my..."
You both stand there for a few seconds, your thoughts moving in very different directions.
"What are you being blackmailed over?"
"..."
"You know what, don't tell me. Maybe it's best that way."
"No... I might as well tell you."
She invites you in, sitting down on her bed and patting the spot next to her.
"I... I..."
You struggle to say the words you know you need to, and you swallow hard.
Sensing your stress, and she moves closer and snuggles your arm, stroking the back of your head as you lean into her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers on your scalp.
"Is this about yesterday?"
Your head snaps in her direction.
"...what about yesterday?"
"The thing someone is blackmailing you over. Does... " She quietly finishes, anticipating your reaction. "Does it have to do with what you did with Bella?"
What!?!
"How do you know about that!?!"
"Rae... Rae told me. I was watching when she got mad at you on set yesterday, and I begged her to tell me what happened because I was afraid you two had a fight. But I promise, I never told anyone. I don't know how it got out."
"I see. Well, yeah, that's it, you guessed it. I... I feel sick, Imane. Horrible. I don't know what to do. She's in my nightmares, too..."
The girl furrows her brows as she thinks.
"What is she blackmailing you into doing?"
"I don't know yet.... she said she would call me..."
Quickly remembering her exact words, you check the clock in Imane's room.
Oh no! 8:03 AM. She must have called by now! Shit, shit, shit!
You leap out of her bed and run to your room, reaching over to your phone.
Oh. No call. I guess she's late.
Not wanting to miss it. you bring your phone with you back to Poki's room, explaining what she had told you the previous night.
"Maybe we can listen to it together... so you can hear what she says, too," you suggest.
"Oh... I don't think that's a good idea."
"Why not?" You cock your head slightly in confusion.
"...What if she hears me? What if she knows I'm here, and... does something? Blackmails me too?"
"I don't really think that- "
"Just listen to it by yourself!"
You freeze, taken aback by her outburst.
"I mean... listen to it by yourself. It's meant for your ears. Maybe afterward you can tell me what she said. But if she's gonna call soon, you better get back to your room."
She impatiently ushers you out as you try to wrap your head around her words.
I didn't expect her to just push me away like this. Hmm... she must really be scared. But maybe I shouldn't blame her. She has a lot more to lose than me, after all. Perhaps she just doesn't want to get involved in anything related to blackmailing or threats.
As you make your way back to your room, you sit back on your bed, holding your phone in your hand.
8:07 AM. Not 8 sharp, I guess. I wonder what's holding her up.
As if on cue, your phone vibrates in your hand, making your heart freeze and your fists squeeze tightly.
"...hello?"
"Ah, it's nice to hear your voice... pet."
The same artificial distortion made it impossible to distinguish anything about the figure behind the line.
"...what do you want?" You grimace at your degrading nickname.
"Well, jumping right into it, huh? Hmm, I guess I held you a few minutes late. I'm happy to see that my pet wants to obey me so fervently."
I don't want to obey you! I want anything but to obey you!
But you hold your tongue, not wanting to dig a deeper hole for yourself. You wait for her to continue.
"Your friend Sydney is going to the gym at 9. Go with her."
Sydney? Does she mean Jodi's friend? I barely know her...
"Why?"
"I'll text you further instructions once you're there. But you need to get there first. And you better hurry, she's already packing her bags. Oh, and you don't have her phone number, I know... There. I just texted it to you."
There is no possible way... she knows what Sydney's plans are... she knows exactly what she's doing right now... she even has her phone number! And she knows I don't have it!
Something is very wrong here...
"Oh, and you better not let her know I exist. Or that you're being told to do this. Or else you fail."
"...fail?" Your voice, weaker than you had expected, comes out in a frail breath.
"You do not want to fail." Her silence tells you everything you need to know.
You feel like shouting your anxiety out into your phone, but you hold yourself back.
"You know what to do. Goodbye for now, my little pet."
Your trembling finger clicks the end call button, and you exhale a deep sigh.
I'm fucked.
...
Hey Sydney! Kinda last minute, I know, but I wanted to ask if I could come to the gym with you
I heard that you like to go early in the morning
Mind if I tag along?
Praying that you sounded natural, you lean back in your seat, before quickly realizing you didn't explain who you were. But as you begin to type out a message, you get one in response.
oh hey!
wow I didn't even know I had your contact
but yeah if you're down then come to the UC gym at 9
see you there :)
Breathing a sigh of relief, you take a second to rethink as your thoughts now move toward what you would have to do next.
What, is the woman gonna tell me to work out with her? Heh, yeah right...
...
Work out with her.
You stare at your phone screen in disbelief.
What? She actually wants me to-
"HEY!"
You look up, seeing Sydney waving at you from the gym entrance. You quickly make your way toward her, masking your confusion.
"You ready to get PUMPED!?!"
You half-heartedly agree. You keep your phone on vibrate, preparing for another message.
...
"So what made you want to come here with me?" Sydney asks as she spots your bench press.
"I... just wanted... to get back into shape... and thought that you... were really fit... so..." You let out between reps.
Her lips curl into a small smile, and she responds.
"Well, you're not too bad yourself, might I say. You're doing really well on this press."
She eyes the bulging veins in your forearm, raising an impressed eyebrow.
You finally put down the weight, groaning as you sit up and take a deep breath, shaking out your arms.
"Alright. your turn."
She swiftly swaps out the weights and slides under the bench, and you begin spotting her as she pumps the bar up and down.
Damn. She's a lot better at this than me. Maybe I should go with her more often...
But remembering why you came here in the first place strikes you with another bout of worry.
But what if the woman is doing this to embarrass me? What if she has something terrible planned?
"...9...10..."
You feel a vibration in your pocket, and you squeeze your fist as you reach your other hand in.
You pull it out, and your jaw drops at the message.
"...11...12... OH! Hey, um... Ow... Can you help lift..."
You can't hear a word, your mind racing from the words on your screen.
"HEY! Help me lift this- HEY! HELP!"
The weight comes crashing off to her side, as she manages to tilt the bar away from her.
You immediately reach out to grab her, snapping out of your stupor.
"Oh my god, are you ok?"
"You're supposed to spot me, dammit!"
"Sorry, sorry!"
"..."
You help her off the bench as she winces in pain.
"I'm fine, but I think I bruised myself. Pick up these weights for me, will ya?"
"Yeah, of course."
You pick up and reorganize the weights, placing the bar back in its spot as Sydney walks into the locker room clutching her left arm.
Shit. She could've gotten seriously hurt. I got so distracted.... by that message.
You reluctantly pick up and stare at your phone again, still in disbelief at the message.
Kiss her.
You race after her into the locker room, ignoring the obvious LADIES sign.
"Hey, are you- Oh... Here, let me help you."
You lean over and adjust her ice pack, helping her sit up.
"You're not supposed to be in here."
"I know. But I fucked up, and I want to help you."
The tension of the whole circumstance made your words steadfastly blunt. As you gently hold her arms up to wrap a towel around the pack, you don't notice the faint pink color tainting her cheeks.
"...Thanks."
"It's the least I could do."
"NO, you could've done a lot less," she giggles, defusing the tension and making you feel more at ease.
You smile, putting your arm on her shoulder and squeezing. Her body stiffens.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to- "
"No, no, it's fine. Just... maybe not that arm."
Oh. Right.
You both sit in silence, Sydney occasionally moving the pack around as you watch.
How am I supposed to... kiss her? Maybe on the wound? Like my mom used to do when I was a kid?
"Are... you ok?"
"Huh?" You look up.
"You look worried. I'm fine, you know. Nothing serious."
"Oh, I know, I just... I feel bad."
You plan your words carefully, hoping to carry out your plan without suspicion.
"You know, my mom used to do this thing to me when I was younger. She used to kiss my wounds, and they'd feel better."
"Oh! Um..." Her cheeks, already pink, now burned bright red.
"Would you mind if I..."
Before you can even finish, she holds her arm up, surprising you.
"Yeah... I wouldn't mind."
You carefully pull aside the towel, exposing her bruising skin, and lean forward.
As your lips make contact, she gasps, the warmth of your lips standing out in contrast to the freezing ice.
You stay there for a few seconds, hoping that whatever method was allowing the woman to see you would let her know that you succeeded.
When you finally pull away, you smile, the tension of the demand drifting away.
"Thanks... that was actually really nice. Strangely enough." She nods in appreciation and covers up the spot again.
You feel a buzz in your pocket.
Ah hah! I succeeded! She knows!
You subtly pull out your phone. Your smile fades rapidly, and can barely keep your jaw from hitting the floor.
On the lips, you moron.
Shit! On the lips!?! She actually wants me to... but I can't!
She sends another message, your anxiety spiking as you open it.
Since it's your first time, I'll give you a little hint...
If you kiss, she'll kiss back. I guarantee it.
What you do from there is up to you...
What could she... is she saying that... no, she's trying to get me in trouble! Deep trouble!
"Are you really ok? You keep looking at your phone and frowning. Is something wrong?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I just... there's something I have to do."
"Oh... well, you can go if you want. I'll be just fine- "
"No! I... I want to stay with you! You're more important!"
Looking down in embarrassment at your nervous outburst, you barely register Sydney's lips briefly pecking your cheek.
"Huh?" You ask, looking up to see her warm smile.
"We don't even know each other that well yet, and yet you care so much about me..."
"Well, of course, I do."
"You're too sweet."
"...Sweet enough to get another kiss?" You jokingly chuckle.
She looks up, surprised, but interested.
Silently, she leans in for another peck on the cheek...
And you turn your head at the last moment, planting your lips on hers.
"Oh!"
"Whoops! Sorry!" You exclaim.
She pulls away unblinking, her hard gaze staring into you.
"Did you do that on purpose?"
Oh no. She can see right through me.
"No...?"
Suddenly, her stern glare softens into a flirty smile.
"Hmm... she was right..." She mutters under her breath as she eyes your lips once more.
"What do you mean- HMPH!"
Before you can finish, she leans in for another kiss, with much less innocent intent.
You kiss back, the adrenaline and stress of the day combining to make you desperate for the feeling of her sweet lips on yours.
She senses your passion in how you push back against her tongue, making her clutch at your shirt as her hands move towards your face. You spend a minute grabbing at each other, your hands exploring each other's faces, necks, and sliding down to your bodies.
You finally pull away, taking a deep breath.
Holy...shit...
But even as you recover from the exhilaration, one thought pervades your mind:
"Who were you talking about?"
"...huh?..." She lightheadedly responds, still recovering her breath herself.
"You said she... who is she, and what did she tell you?"
"I promised her I wouldn't tell you... but she mayyy have suggested that you have a thing for me. And, well, I do too."
You freeze up, pursing your lips in anger.
What is this woman doing? Is she... matchmaking us?
And on second thought, does Sydney... know her personally? That could narrow it down a lot.
"Come on, you still need to make up for hurting me. Come here..."
Before you can open your mouth, Sydney's scent fills your nostrils once again as she takes over your lips, pushing you back on the hard wooden bench and crawling on top of you.
"What you do from there is up to you... "
She did say I could do whatever I wanted after this. And, well.. let's be honest, there's no way I'm stopping this. Not when she feels this good.
You let yourself give into Sydney's soft embrace, feeling her hair tickle your skin as she kisses you from above.
Her kisses start moving lower, your neck becoming her target as she massages your chest and shoulders with her arms. You sit back and revel in the feeling.
"Wait. We can't do this here," she remarks as she pulls away and quickly stands up.
"Oh. Well- "
She drags you into a secluded corner, still in the open, but far enough away from the entrance to hear any unwelcome visitors.
She smashes her lips back onto yours, enjoying your taste as her hands feel you up.
"Wow... for someone who's supposedly out of shape, you're pretty muscular," she remarks as she pulls away.
You gasp as her hand stretches lower and squeezes your ass, your reaction making her giggle.
"You could use a little work there, however."
"Hey!" You exclaim.
"Hehe, don't worry... work out with me more often, and you'll get a killer ass. Just like mine, see?"
She moves your hand from her face and plants it on her butt, your fingers being introduced to her soft yet muscular flesh, covered only by her thin leggings.
"Woah..." You can't help but show your amazement as you feel it.
"Ohh~, yeah..." She moans out as your hands clutch her backside, bringing her in closer for another deep kiss. You both stay there for a minute, memorizing the feeling of each other's bodies.
She finally pulls away, leaving your lips feeling cold.
"Do you want to take a shower with me?"
"...what?!?"
"Listen, I'm gonna be straight with you." Her voice paces quickly, her breathing heavy from the make-out session.
"I'm hot and bothered from my workout, and I want you. I didn't even get to finish the workout because of this, so I want to finish it with you. Now."
Something about her blunt, lustful statements takes any consideration of denying her request out of your head, and you find yourself nodding.
"Come with me." Holding out her unhurt arm, she slips her hand into yours as she leads you to a stall, giving you another short peck on the lips before moving.
"I'm not gonna go easy on you - I always go all-out on workouts. And don't go easy on me either just because of my arm. I expect your best performance." She winks with her last sentence, pointing out her innuendo.
I was already tired from the workout... Oh, boy. I'm in for it now.