Harem House Chapter 10 (Literotica Version)

Arthur awoke rather suddenly and with greater clarity than he usually did on waking. His eyes were open, and the afternoon light was smacking his face. He was lying on his side on the sofa with his naked back pressed into the cushions in Selene and Katerine's apartment. Short, curled, blonde hair was just under his chin, his arms were wrapped around someone soft and pleasant to hold, and her body was pressed against his with his now hard cock wedged down and nestled in the valley between two round ass cheeks that were gently red and warm to the touch. He stirred gently and felt Katerine yawn and press further against him. Her hips pressed her back, pushing his rod further into the valley of her ass. His fingers flexed, groping her breast as they did so, and her nipple instantly hardened against his palm.

"What a pleasant way to nap." Katerine cooed as she nestled against him still more.

"Mmm." Arthur rumbled as he exhaled. Then his eyes snapped wide. "What time is it?"

"Hm?" Kat asked, still waking up. "I don't know. I left my phone over there." She gestured weakly with her arm behind them and the sofa they were lying on to the kitchen table where the remnants of their lunch remained.

Arthur looked around, but there was no clock on the wall or immediately visible display of the time. The only indicator that it was still Saturday was the sunlight coming through the window. He didn't know how long they'd slept, but it didn't seem as though it'd been very long. At least, he hoped it wasn't. When he'd come here for his lunch date with Kat, he'd left her sister, Selene, back in his apartment across the parking lot, drilling her mantra as she edged and denied herself - keeping track of how many times she'd almost cum. He was recording her exercise on his phone, which he'd left there, so he couldn't check it now.

He patted Kat on her hip, which she took as encouragement as she pressed back against him, stroking his cock with her ass cheeks as she clenched them around him.

"Wow." Arthur commented in surprise.

Kat bit her lip and shifted her hips as she stroked him with small strokes. "Are you gonna teach me how to take that monster of yours in my ass?" Kat asked.

"Yes." Arthur admitted immediately. "Though, I wasn't planning on doing it right now."

"Well, duh." Kat chuckled. "But is this nice?"

"Very nice." Arthur admitted. "But..." He hesitated.

"You need to get back to Selene?" Kat asked.

"I at least need to see what time it is." Arthur said with a slight chuckle.

"So, is my evaluation over?" Kat asked as she reluctantly swung her legs forward over the edge of the sofa, sat for a second, and then stood up.

The cool air struck his front as she moved away, making him miss her warm flesh. "Well, anal and actual lovemaking are the only two things I haven't scored you on." Arthur shrugged as he sat up and watched her naked body with all her curves and rose-tinted ass cheeks move away so that he could stand. His dick was as hard as steel, but he stood and looked for his clothes so he could put them back on.

"I can think of a few more things." Kat said with a smirk as she rounded the sofa and headed toward the dining room table so she could check her phone.

"Oh?" Arthur mused as he found his boxers and picked them up off the floor.

"Some physical things, like flexibility, strength, endurance - that kind of thing." Kat explained. "And some pleasure-based things, like... foreplay skills, seduction skills, modeling, dancing, the list goes on. Your evaluation of me so far seems... incomplete." She said with a smirk.

"I guess we'll have to fix that." Arthur smirked as he slid his boxers up his thighs and had to adjust his still-hard cock so that it protruded through the open slit in the front.

"So class is still in session?" Kat asked. Arthur didn't know her well enough to determine if she sounded hopeful, but she didn't sound like she hated the idea.

"See, this is why you need a collar." Arthur scoffed as he picked up his shirt. "Put it on when we start, take it off when we're finished, and no one has to guess. We just have to look at that pretty little throat of yours."

"Hmm." Kat smirked but didn't answer as she looked at her phone. "It's three-twenty-four."

"Oh geez." Arthur sounded more alarmed than anything else as he started moving quickly to try and throw on his clothes.

"What?" Kat asked.

"I uh..." Arthur looked over his shoulder to the front door and frowned. "I left Selene doing an assignment when I came over here. I didn't think I'd be over here this long."

"I don't have any messages from her." Kat thought for a moment. "Is she tied up?"

"No. I never would have left her like that. She's edging herself and keeping count."

Kat bit her lip as she watched Arthur get dressed. She was still naked, standing there with her hip jutted out toward him and her bare feet flat on the kitchen tile. "That must be driving her insane." Kat could hide the smile from her face but not from her tone.

Arthur nodded as he threw on his shirt.

"What are you going to do about Excalibur there?" She asked and pointed to his dick as Arthur tried to stash it into his pants and close them up.

"I'm trying to think of nuns and baseball, but it's not working." He almost laughed. "You're too hot and naked for me to think about anything else or for this to go down any time soon."

"Should I suck you off before you go?" Kat asked with a smirk as she stepped forward, as though she were eager to try. His dick twitched in response, so she assumed that was a yes.

"No." Arthur shook his head as if in direct contradiction to his actual desire. "I-" He hesitated, unsure how Kat might feel about what he was about to say, but said it anyway. "Selene will want to suck it with your juices still on it. She-"

Kat raised her hand as if to concede. "Yeah. She mentioned something like that when we talked about this." Kat shrugged. "She's certainly become a depraved little slut under your guidance. I never knew she was half as kinky as she's turned out to be."

Arthur chuckled a little. "It was a surprise to me too."

"So what should I do?" Kat asked and looked up into his eyes for the first time. "Come with you?"

"You're welcome to." Arthur nodded. "Or we can end our session here for today."

"What should I wear to cross the parking lot?" Kat asked.

"Hm?" Arthur asked as he fastened his belt.

"That was the rule, right?" Kat asked. "You pick what I wear when class is in session?" She gestured to her bedroom. "You want to pick something out for me?"

That reminded him. He was supposed to grab clothes for Selene too. "Got a long t-shirt?"

"Yes." Kat answered. "How long?"

"Put on one that just covers you - and I mean just. I want you in danger of exposure if you take too long a stride." Arthur smirked.

Kat's gaze darkened, and he wasn't sure if she was thinking about the risk or what garment to choose as she stood there and closed her phone. She looked up at him. "Okay." She said after a moment. "And?"

"Nothing else." He shook his head.

"No bra, no panties, no shoes?" Kat asked. "Shorts?"

"Your tallest heels." Arthur answered.

Kat frowned. "You want me to walk across the parking lot and climb three flights of stairs to your apartment in nothing but a pair of heels and a t-shirt that barely covers my ass?"

"That is what I said, isn't it?" Arthur asked as he stepped forward. Closing the distance made her tilt her head back to keep his gaze, and he towered over her. He was more than a foot taller than she was and much stronger built. She was tiny by comparison, but feeling small with him was still a new sensation to her, and he wasn't sure if she'd like it.

"Yes, sir." Kat said after a moment, but she didn't look down or away from his face. "That is what you said. I'm just not sure I want to. What if I want to come back here?"

"Bring a change of clothes with you. Whatever you want to wear when the session is over." Arthur shrugged.

Kat frowned. "Can't I just go in my normal clothes?"

"If you want to disobey me." Arthur shrugged. "Sure."

She narrowed her eyes as she watched him for a moment. "And disobeying you means I have to take a punishment or something, right?"

"Right." Arthur confirmed with a nod.

"Like a spanking." Kat suggested. She rubbed her pink rose-colored ass gently with one hand.

"Or edging, or maybe something truly detestable." Arthur shrugged.

"Truly detestable?" Kat asked.

"Fuck around and find out." Arthur challenged her.

She held his gaze for a moment but finally looked down to the floor and swallowed.

"Are you going to go get dressed in what I told you to wear?"

Kat nodded silently, blushing as she did so, and did not raise her eyes to him as he raised his arm and pointed toward her bedroom. She took his meaning, though, and stepped away and into it. He then headed into the bathroom, relieved himself, flushed, washed, and stepped into Selene's bedroom. He picked out an old Metallica t-shirt that he knew came to roughly the same height as Kat's would on Selene, wrapped a pair of her heels in the t-shirt, and stepped out.

Kat was waiting for him with her phone in her hand. She'd chosen a pair of high-heeled white shoes that strapped her ankles four inches higher than usual. They pushed her ass up and toned her legs that came out from under what must have been a man's white under-shirt. It was a v-neck of nearly translucent white, with the hem coming so near her pussy that he could see the flare of her hips starting below it. It wasn't tight on her, but it hugged her at the hips and breasts to show off her figure like nothing she typically wore ever did.

She watched as his eyes traveled from the floor, up her legs, and across her torso until they met her eyes. His smile caused her to smile, and she chuckled. "Yeah, yeah." She waved him off. "Come on. I want to go watch you fuck my sister."

She watched as the bulge in the front of his pants twitched in response and nearly bent over from laughing. The slight hinging at her hips brought the back of the t-shirt up over her ass cheeks, and she immediately righted herself and tugged it down with a frown.

"You sure I can't wear any shorts?" She whined.

"No shorts." Arthur shook his head.

"Bra?" She asked and rubbed her nipples through the t-shirt with her hands as if to tease herself. "You can see my nips right through this thing."

"No, you can't." Arthur assured her. "Just the barest hint of their outline if I stare. You won't be seen in it for too long, if at all, and I'll be right there with you the whole time."

Kat frowned and pouted.

"Consider this your obedience evaluation." He smirked.

She grunted but finally fell into line by the door after fixing her curls. She held a small bag in front of her with her change of clothes. "Can I say the session is over and start it up again when we get to your place?"

Arthur sighed and turned to face her. "If the session is over, then it's over, and you can stay here." He assured her. "If you want to come with me and probably get fucked at least once more before I leave for my parent's house, or if you want to watch me punish, then fuck, Selene - now is your chance."

Kat bit her lip in contemplation.

"But if you can't do it-"

She cut Arthur off with a sudden glare of defiance and stomped toward the door, ruffled the t-shirt, and hiked it up just enough of a mark that she had to tug it back down again. She opened the door and stepped through it onto the landing. He followed after her after briefly adjusting his bulge.

"Hand me your bag." He said after she locked the door behind them.

"Not happening." Kat hugged it in front of her.

Arthur held his hand out for it and returned her defiant glare with a patient gaze of his own. "If you hug that in front of you the whole time, you won't be able to tug your shirt down when it rides up. So if you don't want your spanked red ass on display to the whole apartment complex, you'll let me carry your bag. Though, maybe you want your ass on display? It's a great ass. Maybe people would appreciate seeing it and seeing how wet you are right now between the legs at the thought of being on display?" Arthur's voice was quiet as he spoke but firm, and he was guessing whether Kat would respond positively to such an idea. In the end, though, she pushed the bag into his arms and pulled the t-shirt down as best she could.

Arthur smirked in triumph and nodded toward the door. "After you."

She glared at him again but obeyed. She kept her stride short so as not to let the shirt ride up, and she only took her hand off the hem to open the door, which she did not hold for Arthur. He followed her into the parking lot and immediately mimicked her, looking around to see if anyone was there.

No one appeared to be outside, except for an older middle-aged lady throwing her garbage away at the dumpster. If she saw them well enough to make out what Kat was wearing or what Arthur could see in shades of diminished red and pink beneath it, she made no comment as she returned to her own building. The trek across the parking lot was quick, and although the strides were short, Kat walked briskly, even after they were through the door and into the stairwell of Arthur's apartment building.

He watched as she tried, but failed, to pull the t-shirt down to teasingly block his view as she ascended the stairs. He waited to follow until he had a good view of the underside of her ass and her pussy. It was slicker than he thought it might be, and he could see the sheen of arousal inside her thighs as she turned at the landing.

She didn't wait for him but tried the door as soon as they reached his apartment, only to find it locked. She grunted in frustration, but it opened as Arthur started to slowly fish his keys out from his pocket in the most slow-motion fashion possible without causing her to smack him for it. The door seemed to open automatically. No one appeared to be on the other side of the door, but entering the apartment, it closed behind them and revealed Selene.

She was a naked, sweaty, panting mess with her hair a frazzled braid and her legs shaking as she took an unsteady step forward. The dull buzz of the vibrator between her legs was pitched high in frequency, and she was panting as she fell back to her knees. "Oh, thank god!" She gasped. "Master, can I cum? Please, Master, may I cum?"

"Not yet." Arthur said sternly as he set their things down on the sofa and turned to face her. He reached down between her legs and turned off the vibrator. She clung to his arm as he did it and wouldn't let go.

"Please, Master!" Selene cried as she clawed his arm. "I'm your good slut! Please let me cum!"

"I said, not yet." Arthur said sternly, but he stepped back momentarily when he heard her sob.

He looked at her face to see she'd been crying already; her makeup was smeared. She was a general mess, and much more so than he expected. He shifted to hold her with one arm while she clung to his other. She tried to grind her pelvis into the floor as she sank to it and pulled him down as she cried.

"Woah." Arthur said softly. "It's okay. You're okay. I'm here. You're okay." He repeated as Selene let out a shaky breathy moan and sniffed. He looked at Kat. "Tissues, bathroom." Kat stepped away and was back in a moment with a box of tissues. She offered them to Arthur, Arthur offered them to Selene, and Selene blew her nose and wiped at her face as she tried to calm her breathing.

They were silent a moment as Selene seemed to pull herself together. Arthur glanced to the coffee table. The open notebook was still there, an uncapped pen next to it, and italic strokes on the page in bunches of five marked out how many times she'd come close to the edge and pulled herself back. Thirty-seven. She'd been nearly cumming every few minutes since he'd left, and it had taken its toll on her. Her collar was still on, she hadn't stopped or used any of her safe words, and she was shaking with the toll of it on her body, still desperate. She was more desperate to cum than ever, and the living room smelled of her need.

He checked the phone and ended the recording. There were more than three hours of video as his phone loaded, and his memory was nearly gone. He pulled it up in his gallery and skipped through it, checking. She'd really done it. She'd kept moving through the poses as she recited her slave mantra, over and over, only stopping to make a mark when she turned off the vibrator and went through her poses again. It was three hours of exercise. She was exhausted and pushed way farther than he meant to make her go.

"Oh, Selene." He looked to her, then to Kat. "Water. And food. There's some bread in the kitchen." Kat obeyed. Arthur scooped Selene into his arms and carried her to the couch. He held her, curled up in his arms with her head on his shoulder, and sat down with her in his lap as she calmed.

"You should have stopped." Arthur sighed.

"Now you tell me." Selene scoffed, but it was weak. She felt helpless, even as she pressed against him and clung to him as though he were the only real thing in the apartment and she was a dream.

"Selene... I'm so sorry." Arthur said gently. "Here, drink this." He said. He'd taken the drink from Kat as she offered him a glass of water and brought it to Selene's lips. She didn't take the glass from him, but she drank the water as he gently tipped it back and poured it slowly into her.

"It's not so bad." Selene said gently. "I hit a rhythm after a while, and I slowed by staying in one position or another when I needed to. It's not as if I've run a marathon."

"It looks bad to me, and I have run marathons." Arthur scoffed.

Selene's weak smile made him regret his mirth.

"I feel like an ass." Arthur shook his head. "I'm sorry, Selene."

Kat was quiet. "It was my fault." She said to break the silence. "I'm sorry, Selene. I made him stay with me, and we fell asleep on the sofa."

Selene seemed to recognize that Kat was there for the first time as she looked around at her voice. It took her a moment to realize what Kat was wearing, or more accurately, what she wasn't, and Selene smiled brightly. "You went through with it then? You fucked?" She asked.

Arthur couldn't help the laugh that got past his lips, but it was just the one. "We fucked." He confirmed.

"And?" Selene asked as she looked at her sister.

"And it was great." Kat confessed. Arthur blushed a little, but Kat didn't acknowledge it as she continued. "It was like you said. I get it. We did some spanking, some sucking and fucking, not necessarily in that order, we fell asleep, and then we came here as soon as we woke up." She knelt by the sofa as she talked, just off to the side of Arthur's legs as he held Selene curled up in his lap as though he were cradling her.

Selene smiled. "Told you."

"Yes, you did." Kat shook her head. "He's great. Even if he is a bit of an ass for letting you do this to yourself."

"I could have stopped, I guess." Selene said defensively. "I mean, I knew I could. I just didn't want to. It felt great, and I wanted to impress you. I wanted to make you proud of me." She said as she turned to look up into Arthur's worried face. She stroked his face as if to smooth away the worried wrinkles in his expression with her smooth hand, fingers nearly wrinkled with her own juices.

Arthur took a deep breath and hugged her in his arms. She cooed as she closed her eyes and squeezed herself against him.

"Rest." Arthur commanded as her hand slid along his thigh.

"Master..." Selene protested. "Please. I need to cum. I-" She squeezed his thigh harder than he thought possible. "NEED it."

"You need to drink that glass of water. You need to eat and regain your strength. Nap, even." He suggested.

"Master..." Selene whined.

Arthur looked down to see Kat's hand on his knee. "Let her cum, Sir. Don't be cruel."

Selene's smile grew by inches on her face as she beamed at him. "Now you have two sluts." She said in triumph.

"Not quite." Arthur shook his head.

"I'm not his slave like you are." Kat explained. "But we're still in session, so I'm his...."

"Pupil?" Arthur suggested.

"Submissive?" Kat countered with a shrug in question, which caused the t-shirt to rise and expose the neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair between her thighs.

"Brat." Arthur suggested.

Selene smirked. "Kat the Brat, Selene the Slave."

"I like it." Arthur chuckled gently.

"We should get tattoos." Selene suggested, which caused Arthur's eyebrows to reach for the ceiling like they were being held up at a bank.

"We should get t-shirts." Kat countered immediately.

"Custom collars?" Selene asked after a moment's thought.

"That we can do." Arthur nodded. "Speaking of which..." He shifted, and Kat rocked back to her feet as he stood up, still carrying Selene. He carried her to the bedroom, and Kat started to follow, then picked up the glass of water they'd left on the coffee table and followed.

Arthur laid Selene down on the bed and immediately spread her legs and arms aside, tucking her wrists behind her head as though she were in a horizontal display position and eager to be fucked.

"Rest." Arthur reminded her.

Selene pouted. "If you don't fuck me right the fuck now, I'm going to get Kat to hold you down." She threatened.

Arthur laughed. The idea of either sister trying to physically overpower him, or even both, was as laughable as two tiny kittens trying to overcome a grown cat who was apathetic to their antics. "Rest." He said again. "Finish your water, get some food in your stomach, and we'll talk."

Selene pouted as Arthur turned away, but he didn't walk far. He squatted, dug around in the bags by the bed, and rose a moment later, holding the pink collar in his hand. He gestured for Kat to spin around. She glanced at Selene, but she turned slowly, tugging her shirt down as she brought her feet together and stood as straight and tall as she could.

He clasped the collar around her throat and fastened it.

"Too tight." Kat protested and tugged at it.

"No." Arthur shook his head. "I gave you some slack." He hooked two fingers side by side beneath the collar on the back of her neck to prove his point, even as it pulled it tight against her throat. Then he rereleased it, having demonstrated his point. "You'll get used to it."

She coughed and tugged at the collar again. She wiggled her nose as she frowned, but after she huffed and he made no move to loosen or undo the collar, she folded her arms in front of her and was silent.

Unlike Selene's plain brown leather band of a collar, this one was undoubtedly a BDSM collar. It was pink and made of leather, having the appearance of a small belt with a lockable buckle on the back of it. Directly opposite that buckle and the punched holes it fit through was a steel ring, where one might attach a rope or a leash.

Kat's pout turned into a small smile.

"Welcome to the slut club." Selene smiled over at her sister from where she lay naked, and legs spread, on the bed.

"Slut club?" Kat scoffed.

"We'll workshop the title before we apply for a page in the yearbook." Arthur assured her.

The three of them shared a laugh at his joke, and Kat stepped toward the bed before sitting on it and reaching over to stroke her sister's hair. Selene closed her eyes at the gentle feeling of her hand. She looked at Arthur, who stood at the corner of the bed and looked down at them both. Kat's t-shirt had ridden up again, Selene was naked except for her collar, and they were in his dimly lit bedroom.

"Fuck me, Master." Selene said as she watched his eyes. "Or let me suck you off while I play with myself." She added. "And let me cum."

"You're not going to rest until I let you cum, are you?" Arthur put his hands on his hips.

"No, Master." Selene said defiantly. "If you need some inspiration, maybe I can suck you off first? I'm sure tasting your cock will be nice and refreshing."

Arthur laughed.

Kat looked uncomfortable as she crossed her legs but leaned back on her hands and looked up at Arthur with a brow raised. "Now's your chance, Master." She teased. "Fuck your slut. I'll watch."

Arthur let out a long, slow exhale and felt the bulge in his pants turn painful. He closed his eyes if only to rid himself of the sight of the two of them looking up at him from his bed as they were and took a deep breath in. "Take that t-shirt off."

Kat smirked and sat up on the mattress. She had to wiggle her hips a bit to free the bottom of the hem from under her butt, but she managed it and soon had the t-shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. It freed her round breasts, which dropped with a captivating jiggle to Arthur's hungry gaze. Selene watched him the entire time Kat moved, and she was biting her lip when he looked back at her and raised her hips a little.

"Why don't you put on a show for our Master, Brat?" Selene suggested. "Lay back, play with your breasts, finger your clit and pussy until you cum. Meanwhile, Master can fuck me like a fleshlight while he watches. Then we can swap..."

Selene's suggestion seemed to be a good one. At least, it did to Kat, who scooted back until she was sitting against the pillows at the head of the bed. She propped one up behind her, then spread her legs until they curled on either side of her. One hand gripped her breasts and played with her nipples in alternating pleasures, while her other hand dedicated itself to rubbing her clit in slow and easy circles.

Arthur stood at the foot of the bed, and Selene shifted around and pulled herself to the edge. She lifted her legs up. "You'll have to hold onto my legs, Master." She said softly. "I'm too weak to keep them up myself."

He wasn't sure if she was playing or was worn out, but he held on to her legs and held them in a wide V after he dropped his pants and took off his own shirt. Selene didn't rub herself but gripped the blanket over the bed as she used her hips to rub her pussy lips against the underside of Arthur's shaft. She watched him as he looked over her, at Kat, and then his eyes looked down at her.

"Watch your Brat, Master. Tell her what to do. Punish her if she disobeys. Don't pay any attention to me. I'm just your fuck toy. Use me." Selene's instructions were met with a dark, lustful look in Arthur's eyes, and she grew slick at the hunger there. He pressed against her as he moved his hips forward, sliding his cock along her clit as she gasped at the sensation. "May I cum, Master?" She whimpered.

"Cum as often and as hard as you can, Slut." Arthur ordered, and Selene nodded rapidly in recognition as she lifted her hips against him. He positioned himself and pushed slowly into her. He brought his hands down her legs as he pulled into her and pressed them open. It was a little awkward, taking something like a horse stance at the foot of the bed to deal with the height difference. He pulled her hips just off the bed to make up the difference, tilting her up a little so that her shoulders were pressed into the mattress so that he could have one hand on Selene's clit, rubbing it the same way that Kat rubbed hers. That, combined with the fact that it pulled her onto him until he was sunk up to the base of his long and girthy cock, made Selene buck with pleasure as he pulled out and sank back in. She put her hands overhead, gripping and pushing against the mattress overhead and on either side.

Kat watched the two of them fucking, and her hand matched their pace as they started slow, and slowly, almost painfully so, built up speed until Arthur seemed to reach a hard but steady pace. Kat was the first to moan as she watched Arthur's face while she teased her own tit, pulling the pleasure from it as though trying to milk it with her fingers. His hard body was such a contrast to her soft flesh, she usually might have felt self-conscious, but she knew by his look alone that he wanted her, even as she watched him fuck her sister.

Selene moaned with obvious pleasure and took her breath in ragged gasps as Arthur used her body to delight himself and used his cock and thumb to pleasure her. She'd been brought to the edge of orgasm so many times in the last few hours that it was only a few minutes before she was there again, and this time she did not need to hold back.

Selene wanted to scream as she came but found she didn't have the strength. Her whole body seized against Arthur's cock, and she curled. Arthur instinctively brought his arms under her, and she sat up in the air as her torso clenched so that she was straddling his hips as he stood in a partial squat, and gravity brought her down to him. She put her hands on his shoulders and rode him as best she could, but she didn't have to do more than hold onto him and stay upright with her back to the open air and Kat while Arthur held her and fucked her, looking over her shoulder as her sister rapidly approached an orgasm of her own.

"Fuuuuck." Arthur moaned to no one in particular as he kept steadily thrusting into Selene through her first orgasm. It was tough going, and for a moment, he stopped, just holding her as her entire body wracked itself with spasms of pleasure. It was like watching the grand finale of a fireworks show erupt through her body. He felt her nails dig into his shoulders as she clawed and groped at him as her legs spasmed around him while clenching over his hips. He looked to see Kat panting as she rubbed herself, nearly at orgasm.

"Cum for me. Both of you." Arthur commanded in a dark tone, and it was enough that Selene gave one last spasm of her orgasm just as Kat's body twitched to begin her own. Arthur couldn't help the smile on his face, even as his brow furrowed in concentration. He felt Selene go limp in his arms, her strength finally giving out, and he placed her as gently on the bed as he could, slipping out of her while he did so.

Kat arched her back and kicked as she came, missing Selene by only an inch as she did so but not having the frame of mind to feel sorry about it. Her world consisted only of pleasure for those moments, and she felt every muscle in her body seem to constrict and then relax all at once. She looked up at Arthur with a happy smile, and he looked back at her with one and then at Selene, whose smile was permanently etched onto her face as she closed her eyes.

"Now, switch." Selene said softly, though she made no effort to move.

Kat crawled lazily forward, but when Selene didn't move, Arthur moved to the side of the bed, and Kat turned to bring her pussy to him. She looked around and reached for Selene's hand, holding it as Arthur grabbed her hips and slid her toward him. Then he pressed the tip of his cock to her entrance and pushed inside. She inhaled sharply as he did so and squeezed Selene's hand, who smiled and gave it a weak squeeze in return.

Not worrying that Kat was too weak from any ordeal, Arthur didn't hold back. He fucked her. He bent over her and put his hands on either side of her shoulders. She laid back with her legs around him, and her hips raised toward him as he pushed into her. Selene's head was at her shoulder, and though the bed jostled with every thrust, the memory foam kept them from disturbing her too much. A faint smile spread across Selene's face as her eyes gently opened at the rocking, and she looked up to see Arthur bent over her sister, both gasping, grunting, and making all the other noises generated by a good hard fucking.

"Kiss him." Selene suggested.

Arthur looked down at Kat, and Kat looked up at him. She arched up and kissed him, holding his face with one hand and his shoulder with the other. Then she fell back onto the bed with her hands on either side of her head. Selene moved around the mattress, and Arthur watched as she knelt above her sister, bent down, and held her wrists down to the bed.

"Fuck her, Master." Selene looked up at him as she lowered herself to the mattress. Her head was just above Kat's, and Kat grasped her wrists as she pinned Kat's wrists to the bed. They held each other, and Kat moaned and arched her back in pleasure. Arthur righted himself a little and slid his hands down the mattress until they came to her hips. He grabbed the fleshy curves of her hips and watched her arch more as his fingers pressed into her round ass cheeks. "Fuck her like she's been a brat all day and needs a good fucking to set her straight."

Arthur smirked and picked up his pace at her suggestion.

Kat gasped and mewled. She twisted, but Selene's pinning grasp on her wrists raised to either side of her face made it so she couldn't lift her shoulder from the mattress, and Arthur's grasp on her back tightened as his arms flexed to keep her in place. He smacked one of her breasts to punish her for it, and she bucked against him as her gasp turned into a shouted moan.

"Oh, Master!"

Arthur thought it was Selene that spoke, but only for a moment. As he grunted with exertion, he realized that it was Kat calling out to him.

"Harder." Kat moaned. "Fuck me harder!"

Arthur looked at her, and his smirk turned into a firm line as his lips pressed together. "Brace her shoulders." He told Selene.

Selene obeyed and moved her hands from her sister's wrists to her shoulders, pushing against them from the opposite direction of Arthur fucking her.

"Brat." Arthur grunted. "Hold on to my slave." Kat's eyes flared with dark arousal as her hands groped around for a second and then found her sister's thighs just above her knees. She gripped them, a little awkwardly, but tightly.

Once Arthur was sure they were both in place, he started fucking her harder. He kept the same pace. It wasn't a matter of speed but force. He used his legs to strengthen every blow he struck as he stroked into her pussy and ground himself against her clit. Her whole body tensed as she twisted, but Selene held her shoulders down firmly, and she wasn't going anywhere in Arthur's unyielding grip.

"Harder." Kat moaned. "Hard-" She gasped. "-er."

Arthur slammed into her with as much as he had. He went so hard that her body repeatedly slammed into the mattress every time she managed to gasp out a breath. For a moment, Selene worried they might crash the bed through the floor. Arthur groaned with the effort and slightly picked up speed, slamming into her hard and fast, more brutal than he'd ever fucked Selene.

Selene watched in wide-eyed admiration as she did her best to brace her sister but slowly started sliding back on the mattress. She slid her legs off the side of it and stood with her feet on the floor, then hinged entirely at the waist and reached forward so that her entire body acted as the brace to hold Kat in place while Arthur fucked her. Kat's hands roamed above her head, searching for purchase and finding it in fistfuls of the blanket.

"Next time." Selene gasped. "We're going to have to tie her down."

Kat moaned. Arthur grunted. He could feel her body tensing, knowing it was only a matter of seconds.

"She's close, Master." Selene warned him, but he didn't stop. Selene looked down at her sister. "Ask his permission before you cum, bitch. You're his fucktoy now. His pleasure comes first."

Kat seemed like she was going to try and say something, but she couldn't form words. Her breath was hard, ragged, and coming in gasps as her body was wracked with pleasure. Her round curves rippled with every thrust and grunt from Arthur.

"She can cum." Arthur granted his permission.

"Lucky slut." Selene smirked as she pressed harder and tightened her grip on her sister's shoulders. "Go on." She whispered into her sister's ear. "Cum for him. Cum for our Master like a good girl."

Kat mewled and reached up. Her hands found something of Selene's to hold onto as their arms intertwined, each pressing against the other's shoulders. Kat dug her nails into Selene's flesh as she looked at Arthur with wild eyes.

He had a dark look on his face, but when his eyes met Kat's, there was a gleam of pure lust and desire there that stoked her harder than even his ram-hard cock was stroking her now. She gave him a questioning look.

"Yeah! Cum for me! Be a good girl." Arthur growled.

Kat gasped and finally erupted in pleasure. It started where they joined and twisted through her in wave after wave of spine-wracking pleasure. She twisted against them both, but the restraining forces of their bodies against hers only increased her satisfaction as it had no way of leaving her body and escaping into the ether. She moaned, turning from a moan to a scream as she came harder than she had the last time Arthur fucked her.

Kat collapsed against the mattress, and Arthur went still for a moment, then slowly pulled out of her as her legs went limp around him, and she fell to the bed, sweaty and breathing heavy, as was Arthur. Selene looked up at him and then down to his cock, and her eyes flared for a moment.

"You didn't cum?" Selene asked her Master.

"I'm not sure I have any left." Arthur laughed, though it was a short laugh since he was nearly out of breath. "And I was way too focused on how hard I was going to really, well, get there myself."

Selene smiled and eagerly slid forward next to her sister. Kat was lying face-up and stretched out now, with her hands stretched out and coming together above her head. The mattress ended at the back of her knees, and her feet hung toward the floor though they weren't long enough to reach them. Selene lay face-forward with her bubble butt toward the ceiling, and she pulled herself forward so that her face was next to her sister's knees. She looked up at Arthur as he took a careful, stumbled step backward, and then she opened her mouth and waited.

He was still hard, and he felt the need to cum. He just wasn't sure he had the energy. He chuckled to see Selene waiting for him expectantly with her mouth hanging open so he could insert his cock. She was genuinely taken with the idea that she should be used for his pleasure whenever he needed pleasuring, which according to her, should be nearly constant. He didn't know what he'd done to earn her desire, but he was starting to think he might love her for it.

He put a hand on the top of her head, then brought it to the side of her face as he stepped forward but did not bring his cock to her lips like she'd hoped.

"Please, Master?" Selene asked. "I..." She hesitated. "Don't you want to use your slut? Don't you want me to suck your cock?"

"Do you want to, with your sister's juices still coating it? I'm a mess. Maybe I should get a shower." Arthur suggested as he looked past her to his bedroom door.

Selene hesitated. "I-" She frowned, looked up at him, and then away. She looked at the floor and brought her face to the mattress.

"Let her suck your cock, Sir." Kat interrupted. She weakly brought one of her hands down and spanked Selene across both cheeks with a weak clap. "You know she wants it. She's a depraved little slut. I think she wants to taste me on you. If nothing else, to compare how it tastes with her own, and Kelly's." Kat guessed.

Selene's entire body seemed to blush, almost as dark as the red marks on her ass from the tause the night before, now reinflamed by her sister's hand.

Arthur seemed to consider it for a moment, but only a moment. "Alright." He relented. "But let me lay down on the bed first." He chuckled as he reached a hand to the top of the mattress to support himself. "I'm exhausted."

Selene immediately moved away from her sister and slid off the foot of the bed. She came around behind Arthur and stepped to his other side. Then she pulled Kat up from the bed by the hands, bringing her to her feet, though Kat stood lazily, using Selene for support.

"Head on the pillows, Master." Selene suggested. "Then, if you spread your legs, we can each take one."

It sounded good to Arthur, so he did so. He sat up a little with pillows resting between his back and the headboard, but just a little. Enough so that he could see the two of them as they crawled onto the bed. First, Kat on his left side, and then Selene came around to his right and crawled on. Kat pulled herself up toward him a little, and he wrapped one arm around her so that his hand was on the large of her back and then the small of it when she pulled herself toward him again. They kissed.

Selene's hand on the inside of his right thigh stole his attention for a moment. He felt her tongue move from the top of his thigh to his hips, pelvis, and then finally to the base of his cock. She took her time. She started low, licking, bathing his cock with her tongue. He watched her while he and Kat kissed, then Kat moved her lips from his to his neck, with one arm holding herself up and the other letting her press her hand to his rock-hard chest.

"Well, slut?" Kat asked after she came up for air. "How do I taste?"

Selene shivered. "Sweet." She answered. "And a little... bitter... and a little salty." Selene said each new element of the taste after a slow lick. "It's a bit like a chocolate-covered pretzel."

"Do you like my taste on your Master's cock?" Kat asked.

Selene blushed but nodded.

"I can't hear you." Kat teased her. "Neither can our Master."

Selene's blush turned rose-pink as she locked eyes with Arthur, and for a moment, she seemed so small and scared that he couldn't help but reach down and caress the top of her head with his right hand. She nuzzled against his hand and took the reassurance to give her enough courage to answer.

"Yes." She admitted. "I love it. I want him to fuck me, then you, every day, and then I want to clean him up afterward with my tongue."

"Good slut." Arthur stroked her hair.

Selene shivered and hugged his leg and thigh close to her tightly. "Thank you, Master."

"Our Master says my blowjob technique needs work." Kat said as if changing the subject. "Why don't you show me how you do it, then I'll try?"

Arthur's dick twitched. Selene smiled and looked up into his eyes from where she was as she rested her chin on his hip. "Would you like that, Master?" Selene asked.

"Ye-" Arthur cleared his throat, suddenly a little dry. "Yes." He repeated. "I would like that very much."

Selene's smile grew wicked. She adjusted her position a little, and then she stroked the underside of his cock with her tongue from base to tip. She opened her wet lips to suck the tip of his cock into her mouth and brought her lips down to the base of his cock. Her cheeks dimpled with suction the entire way down and then back up until his dick sprang free with an audible pop.

Kat's eyebrows rose. "Wow." She looked at Arthur, a little concerned. "I'm uh... not sure I can do that. You're too big for that."

"You just saw me do it." Selene scoffed. "You can do it too."

"My mouth is smaller than yours." Kat snapped at her a little.

"Hey." Arthur interrupted. "Get along, you two, or I'll have to throw you both over my knee." His threat was an empty one, it was more of a joke that he thought the three might laugh at, but he was the only one who laughed. Kat looked more offended by it than anything else, and Selene looked positively content until a tiny smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

He knew by now what that smirk meant. She wanted to do the thing.

"I'm all spanked out." Kat said as she reached behind her and rubbed her still pink butt.

"Let me see." Selene insisted, leaning over a little to get a better look as she brought herself across Arthur's body. Kat twisted around a little into Arthur to show off her butt with its soft red blush from her spanking at her apartment early.

"He walloped me." Kat whined.

"No harder than you deserved, you brat." Selene smirked.

"Shut up, slut." Kat spat as she twisted away again, laying on her side with her front pressed into Arthur's left side. She raised a finger and gestured toward Arthur's cock, which still pointed toward the ceiling. "Slurp, slurp, slut. You're supposed to be showing me how to do this."

Selene smirked but didn't say anything else as she slid back into place and returned to work. She repeated the motion several times, stroking him with her tongue from top to bottom, bottom to top, then sucking in his tip, sucking hard the entire way down and back up, and then taking a deep breath. The cold air hitting his cock every time she popped off was enough to delay his pleasure in the most tantalizing manner, and after a few times, he wondered if she wasn't doing it on purpose. Just as he was about to say something, she changed tactics.

Selene brought her hand to his balls and the other to his cock. She pumped the base of his cock with one hand and pumped the rest of it with her face as she took him. She made a soft little gagging noise every time she pushed him into her throat, and then she'd come back off. The pleasure was intense, and Arthur rested his head against the wall behind him and groaned.

"You like that, Arthur?" Kat whispered in his ear. Her calling her by his name rather than any of the nicknames they used made it just even hotter. The feeling of intimacy was surprising but not unwelcome. He nodded.

"Selene is very good at this." He assured Kat. "She's a good little cocksucker."

Selene seemed to take this as praise of the highest caliber and redoubled her efforts to show them just how good she was. He groaned and gripped the blanket in his fist.

"Not yet, sis!" Kat swatted at Selene. "I want to try before he cums."

Selene glared at Kat for a moment but backed off and lifted her face up from his cock long enough to speak. "Come down here then and put your face on his cock. If he blows and you're not down here, then I'm not sharing. His cum is all mine."

Kat huffed but shuffled down the bed, leaving Arthur alone at the top as Kat and Selene took up their positions, each laying over one of his spread legs. Kat was on her forearms and knees, straddling his left leg. Selene was on her hands and knees, straddling his right leg. They lowered themselves and pressed the flesh of their breasts and bodies into him in the most exquisite sensation. Then he felt the wet, hot press of flesh from between their legs against each calf, and he shivered.

Selene stroked him with one hand, sucked him the way she had before, then popped him out of her mouth and pushed his cock toward Kat. "Now you try."

Kat lowered her head tentatively toward his cock, made eye contact with Arthur, smirked, and licked the tip.

"No, you brat." It was Selene's turn to spank her sister, though she didn't show half the restraint that Kat had, and the slap on Kat's perfect ass cracked through the room as a deep red handprint flared to life within the larger faded handprint already present, faint on her otherwise pale flesh.

Kat glared at Selene for a moment, and there was tense eye contact between them as Arthur watched their expressions flicker in minute calibrations. He wondered if they were having some kind of telepathic exchange and, if so, what they were saying. He didn't speak their silent sister language. Finally, Kat sighed, which broke the silence.

"Do as I do." Selene said. She put the tip into her mouth and sucked on it, bobbing in minute movements, never taking more than an inch of him into her mouth beyond the tip. Then she lifted her head off him and offered the cock to Kat.

Kat did the same, though with less suction and less tongue pressing. She did as many bobs and then lifted her head off his cock. "Like that?"

Selene looked up at Arthur, who was looking down at the two of them. He was distracted by watching them work together like this was a family project, like a puzzle the two of them might have decided to put together on their coffee table and not a friend's cock they were trying to suck to orgasm while nudely straddling his legs.

"That was good." Arthur commented. "More suction, though."

Selene smacked Kat's ass again, then dove onto Arthur's cock, repeating the process. "Try again." She said after she lifted her face off his cock.

Kat tried again. And again. Receiving her spank from Selene without complaint between each attempt when Arthur offered a little critique or suggestion. Finally, Kat did it just as Selene had done, and Arthur could not think of anything to say to improve it. It'd only taken eight tries, which meant they'd teased him with pleasure sixteen times between the two of them.

"Good." Selene said with a smile at Kat, then looked expectantly at Arthur.

"Good girl." Arthur took his cue and stroked Kat's head with his hand as he had Selene's earlier. She didn't nuzzle against it like Selene, but she looked pleased if her smile was anything to judge.

"Now, we just have to get you deeper." Selene smiled and then opened her mouth. She took Arthur into her mouth and did just as she had done, but this time dipped lower, taking him just into her throat before she came back up. "Now you try."

Kat frowned but steeled her gaze as she looked at his cock. She exhaled and nodded. Her exhale teased his cock, wet from their mouths, and he bit his lip. She was slower about it than Selene, but she steadily lowered her face onto his cock until he felt himself pressing against her throat. She stopped and then started to pull back up.

"Nuh-uh." Selene said firmly as she reached up and held her sister's head in place with her hand. Kat's eyes went wide, but she didn't struggle. She stopped, taking breaths in through her nose. "You can do this, Kat." Selene said with an amount of encouragement that surprised Arthur. "You can do it."

Kat slowly started pushing her face onto his cock, and he felt himself press at her throat again. She stopped, but only for a moment, as Selene pushed, taking him into her throat even farther than Selene had. Kat's eyes went wide, and it sounded as though she tried to say something, but it was just a thrum of vibration against Arthur's cock as Selene kept pushing, long and slow.

The sight of it was the hottest thing Arthur had ever seen in real life, and her virgin throat felt terrific as his cock pushed into it in one slow, languorous stroke. The noise she made in trying to speak didn't sound panicked, but she started making it again, and the vibrations proved too much. Arthur felt himself erupt without warning and shoot his load directly into her throat.

Kat's eyes went wide, and she started to say something in alarm, but Selene held her in place firmly and wouldn't let her head back off Arthur's cock until she was satisfied.

"You'll learn to take our Master's cock." Selene said sternly. "You'll take it, and you'll like it."

"Selene, I'm-" Arthur gasped.

Selene looked at him in alarm for a moment, but then she smirked when she realized what was happening. She didn't let go of her sister's head, but she let her slowly retreat, letting Arthur's cock slide out of her throat and back into her mouth and then popping free entirely.

One last jet of cum blasted out of him as he sprang free, and although Selene tried to make it there in time, it landed directly across Kat's face instead, who closed her eyes and immediately grimaced. Selene didn't hesitate to bring her tongue across Kat's face and licked it off. Arthur spasmed as the orgasm tore through him, and he rested back against the bed - a husk of his former pre-orgasmic self.

He gently caressed each of them as he ran his hands over their scalps. "Good girls." He said as he tried to regulate his breathing. "You're both very good girls."

They looked at each other and then at Arthur; all three seemed to have contented little smiles on their faces. Selene and Kat both crawled up the bed toward him. Each kissed his neck, one on either side, in slow loving kisses. Then they cuddled into him. He had one arm behind each of them, and each was on their side facing him. Each had a hand on his chest, and one leg lifted over his hip so that the inside of their thigh was pressed to the top of his.

A blissful moment of peace passed between all three of them as they cuddled, but none were lulled to sleep by it this time. Arthur had slept too much between last night, this morning, and this afternoon. So the three of them stayed there in peaceful contentment, having satisfied their lusts. Arthur never wanted to leave this bed. He was, however, frustratingly aware of the time. He sighed.

"I have to start getting ready to go." He said with a frown. "I have to have dinner with my parents tonight."

"Are they coming here?" Kat sounded alarmed.

"No. I'm supposed to go there." Arthur patted the small of her back.

"Oh. Okay." Kat calmed. "I should get going anyway. I could really use a shower."

"You can use the shower here." Selene offered. "We all could..."

Arthur laughed. "Another time, pet." He patted the small of Selene's back. "I'm exhausted. Let's do that sometime when I can enjoy it."

He expected Selene to pout, but she simply smiled, closed her eyes, and hugged him closer. "Yes, Master."

Kat smiled as well, but after a minute, she pushed herself up and rolled away from the two of them so she could sit on the edge of the bed. "Can one of you..." She asked as she reached around to the back of her collar. "Oh, never mind, it's unlocked." She said as she felt the straps and then undid the buckle. He hadn't added a padlock to it today, though that was definitely an idea for the future if she was okay with not being able to remove her collar as one of the potential safewords.

"Are you sure you want to take it off?" Selene asked quickly. "It's awful fun being a full-time slave."

"I'm sure." Kat said as she finished taking it off. "This was fun, and earlier was fun, and we will definitely be doing this again, both the two of us-" She gestured to Arthur. "-and the three of us, I imagine." She smirked as she gestured to Selene, who nodded. "But not until I see a lesson plan." Kat winked at Arthur as she stood up, rubbed her bum, and then started looking for her clothes, finally finding the bag she'd brought with her in the living room.

Arthur watched her walk away and leave the bedroom door open behind her so he could watch as she got dressed in the living room. Selene smiled and hugged him.

"I feel like I should be thanking you." Arthur said with a laugh.

"I feel like we should be thanking you." Selene returned his laugh with a melodic one of her own. She stroked his chest lazily with her finger. "Thank you, Master."

"Yeah, thanks!" Kat chimed in from the living room. "I really needed that."

"She really did." Selene whispered.

Arthur scoffed. "Anytime. Happy to help."

"Any time?" Kat stepped to the doorway and looked in on Arthur and Selene. "Should I leave this here or take it with me?" She asked as she offered up the pink bondage collar she'd been wearing.

"Leave it. I'll put it on a hook by the door for you." Arthur said with a nod.

"Oh?" Selene and Kat asked at the same time.

"Yeah, if you put it on at your place, it's not like it'd do you any good. The whole point is that it starts and ends the lessons, right?" Arthur asked Kat.

"Right." Kat answered after a moment's consideration.

"Then I'll hang it up so you can take it up next time we start a lesson, or I'll bring it with me if we start somewhere other than here." He nodded.

Kat nodded in understanding but still seemed hesitant. "You're not worried about... well... anybody else seeing it? Kelly's not going to wonder why her new boyfriend has a pink collar hanging up by the door?"

"Hm." Arthur seemed to think about it for a moment. "That uh..." He paused. "Raises a question."

Kat and Selene looked at him expectantly.

"What do we tell people about... any of this?" Arthur asked.

"We're friends." Selene answered automatically.

"We're more than friends." Arthur shook his head. "We're not, y'know, dating exclusively or anything, but Selene - I mean - come on."

Selene looked at him, a little surprised. Kat didn't look surprised, but she was watching Selene and not Arthur. Kat came over and sat on the foot of the bed, turning to face them. She touched her sister's naked leg. Selene looked down at her for a second and then back up to Arthur.

Selene swallowed. "Okay."

"Okay?" Arthur asked. He almost wanted to chuckle, but he held it back.

"I am your slave, you are my master, Kat is your...." Selene looked at Kat, expecting her to fill in the blank.

"Sub, not slave, I guess." Kat supplied. "Part-time."

"I am your slave, Kat is your sub, you are our Master, and Kelly is your...." She looked to Arthur, expecting him to fill in the blank this time, but he seemed less sure what to fill the blank with than Kat had been.

"Fuck buddy... I guess?" He wasn't sure. "Date?"

"Okay." Selene nodded. "And your date with that girl tomorrow?"

"Mindy." Arthur agreed. "She's my co-worker."

"But what will she want to be? Your girlfriend? Will she be okay with us?" Kat asked, gesturing to herself and Selene.

"I don't know. Am I allowed to tell her about the two of you? That I have a slave and a sub on the side? She already knows that I have a friend with benefits. She doesn't know that it's Selene, and I don't think you two have ever met?" Arthur looked down at Selene, who shook her head gently in the negative.

"You can tell her whatever you want, I guess. We should be open about it, right? No shame in sex, you said. No slut shaming." Kat said.

"Will people care about the three of us hooking up?" Selene asked.

"It might raise a few eyebrows around campus if word gets around, but we're hardly the first throuple on campus." Kat said. "You and I will come off worse than Studly McDickerson over here."

Arthur laughed but shrugged. "Are we a throuple?"

"No." Selene said. "Not really. I mean, Kat and I aren't lovers. We just happen to share a lover." She reached up and booped Arthur on the nose. "Just tell people we're your fuck buddies."

"If they ask." Kat explained. "Don't just go bragging that you banged us to your dudebros."

"He would never!" Selene jumped to his defense.

"No, I wouldn't." Arthur agreed in a much calmer tone. "But if I or you two are going to sleep with anyone, I'm okay with them knowing who the other's regular partners are - if that makes sense?"

Kat shrugged. "I don't know. I'm new to all of this. I guess it makes about as much sense as anything else about this."

Arthur looked at Selene. "Are you comfortable with that?"

Selene hesitated but nodded slowly.

"You don't have to provide graphic details, obviously." Kat smirked at Arthur. "If you need your ego boosted, just ask your slut to worship your cock, or schedule a session with me and teach me how to do it."

Arthur chuckled.

"But you can tell them that you're in a casual, open relationship with Selene and me. And whatever Kelly wants you to tell people." Kat shrugged.

"And is that what we're in?" Arthur asked to make sure. "A casual, open relationship?"

"Well, it's casual for me, at least." Kat stuck her tongue out at Selene, who frowned and returned the gesture. "As for open... I don't feel like I owe it to be true to you while you're out there banging any chick that will have you, and we're not in a committed romantic relationship of any kind. I mean, one dick in my life is probably enough, but I'm not opposed to meeting new people. I'm hoping you'll teach me how to be the best anyone's ever had by the time I start looking for a serious life partner."

"And you?" Arthur asked Selene. "If we're just friends with benefits with bondage, and I'm dating all these other women, including your sister-"

"Fucking, not dating." Kat corrected.

"Is-" Arthur paused. "Isn't that worse?"

Kat shrugged.

"Okay. If we're just friends with benefits and bondage, and I'm dating, and/or fucking, all these other women, including your sister, it's only fair that you get to play the field too." Arthur suggested. Selene didn't answer but watched her finger as it idly stroked his chest. He nudged her with his shoulder, jostling her a little.

"I don't want anyone but you, Master." Selene said quietly, in a voice that was soft even for a whisper as if it were a confession she was frightened to make for fear it might escape.

Arthur smiled softly. "I know, but-"

"No buts." Kat interrupted as she smacked his calf. "Her feelings on the subject are valid regardless of what you believe to be fair." She patted the inside of Arthur's calf.

Arthur stopped for a moment and considered it. He looked at Kat with a strange expression for a second, and she gave him a telling glance at Selene. He looked at Selene to see that she was quiet and still, purposefully not looking at either of them. He held her firmly in his arms, and she nuzzled against him. She seemed more vulnerable in that moment than she ever had with him, and he had to respect it. She wanted what she had. She wanted to be his slave, and she wanted him to be her Master. She didn't want to be a slave to anyone else. Though, he didn't understand why she was so okay, no, more than okay, downright demanding, that he be a Dom or Master to more than herself. Was it a kink? A passing phase? A perverse interest that gave her an illicit thrill to taste some other woman's juices when she inevitably swallowed his cock?

"Good, Master." Kat assured him with another pat on his leg. He smiled at the familiar tone being thrown back at him. Selene gave a small giggle.

"Okay." Arthur nodded. "So I can tell Kelly, and Mindy, your names?"

Kat hesitated, but after she and Selene exchanged another one of their silent communications, they both nodded and said, "Yes, Master."

Arthur nodded. "Okay." He said. "So I am not currently exclusive with anyone, but I am dating around, going on dates, and I have a few women I am seeing who are happy to keep the situation as is." He said as if reciting what he would tell his parents or anyone else who asked.

"That's a good way to say it." Kat nodded.

"So long as Mindy and Kelly don't try to steal you from me." Selene said with a frown. "Us." She corrected herself.

"If you told me to fuck off-" Kat started but seemed to think about something for a moment. "I probably would." She said to Selene.

"Probably?" Selene picked her head up.

Kat looked bashful for a moment. "I might try to fight a little." She confessed. "He is a really good fuck."

Selene laughed, Kat laughed, Arthur laughed, then the laughter slowly faded into a general feeling of mirth at the situation, and Kat patted their legs in farewell as she stood up.

"Seriously. This was great." Kat said to Arthur. "Looking forward to our next date." She made a 'call me' gesture to Arthur, then slipped out of the room and back toward the living room.

Arthur nodded. "This was amazing." And he and Selene watched Kat move from the room, now fully dressed, in the clothes she'd brought with her, and she left the apartment to return to her and Selene's across the parking lot.

"This was amazing." Selene agreed with a happy purr in her voice. "Watching you pound her into the mattress like that...." She mused and slowly began to press her thighs together as she closed her eyes to relive the memory. "You're amazing, Master. I don't know anyone else with your stamina and... prowess."

Arthur kissed the top of her head. "Thank you, Pet." He patted her butt. "You were adequate."

"Adequate?!" Selene shot up from the bed like a snake had bitten the ass he'd just patted, but she realized at his immediate laughter that this was his intended consequence. He swung his legs aside as she playfully swatted his arm. Her hand smacked against his firm bicep but didn't seem to phase him as he pulled himself to his feet.

"Don't worry. I think we'll do it again. You and Kat will get another chance to really wow me." Arthur said as he stretched.

"Oh, we will, Master." Selene chided him with her tone, but the sternness of it was undermined by her smile.

"I have every faith in you." Arthur said as he patted her head. "Now, go clean yourself up, and then go get dressed."

"Dressed?" Selene asked curiously.

"I brought you a short t-shirt and a pair of high heels." Arthur gestured to where they lay on the floor in a crumpled pile near the door.

"Oh." Selene said in surprise. "Okay."

"You don't like it? You'd prefer some underwear?" Arthur asked.

"Heh." Selene scoffed. "Honestly. I think I'd be okay never wearing underwear again."

"Aw, but I like lingerie." Arthur teased.

"I know, Master." Selene touched his arm. "Don't worry. Whatever I wear, it will always be for you."

He kissed the top of her head again as she hugged him. Then she skipped away to go put on her clothes. He was surprised that he wasn't hard from all the conversation and the imaginings he'd had in the last few minutes. He supposed there had to be a limit even to his endurance, and it had been a few days now of non-step sexual anticipation, stimulation, and release. He was almost looking forward to taking his mind off sex for a few hours at his parent's.

He checked his phone.

Mom: Sweetie, you should dress up a little for dinner tonight. We're having some friends over too. It's turned into a full-on cookout. So bring some nice clothes in addition to your swim trunks.

Arthur glanced at Selene as she slipped the t-shirt over her head. He watched it fall to cover her pert breasts and toned torso, but it fell short of where he'd judged it would rest. Her shaved pubic mound was only slightly covered by it, and her pink pussy was in plain view. When she turned around to put on the heels before she bent over at the waist to strap them, knowing full well that Arthur was watching, the reddened undersides of her butt cheeks were exposed to the open air. She turned back to present herself to Arthur as he stood in the center of the empty half of the living room. She took the Nadu position by default, exposing herself to him and stiffening as her nipples hardened beneath the thin fabric and poked through.

Arthur sent a quick text back to his mother.

Arthur: Cool. Uh... is it ok if I bring a friend or two?

His mom answered back almost immediately.

Mom: How many?

Arthur: 2?

Mom: Who? Anyone we know?

Arthur: You haven't met them, but they're cool.

Mom: Would you rather reschedule?

Arthur: No, you just said it was becoming more of a cookout, so I figured if it was an informal thing, I might bring them along. If it's not okay, I can just come by myself. I haven't mentioned it to them.

Mom: Just come by yourself.

Arthur: Okay. No worries.

Mom: :) <3

Arthur: <3

"Okay." Arthur said as he closed his phone and looked down at Selene. She was kneeling in front of him and looking down at the carpet between her spread knees. Her position was perfect, even more so than usual. The practice had done her good. "You should stay off your knees tonight." He said with a smirk. "Sofa, or bed. My bed, not your slave bed." He amended quickly as he glanced back to the messy pile of blankets at the foot of his bed that constituted Selene's 'slave bed.'

"Yes, Master." Selene nodded.

"And drink at least six glasses of water. Take a picture of each empty one and send it to me." Arthur said firmly.

Selene smiled. "Yes, Master."

"And if you masturbate, which you may want to take a break from tonight, you may cum." Arthur said firmly.

"Thank you, Master!" Selene said cheerily.

He didn't know whether she intended to take a break tonight, but he planned to, at the very least. It occurred to him, at that moment, that a day or two of enforced chastity might be a considerable punishment for Selene. He wondered for a moment if she would, but he knew without asking that she would be willing to try anything he asked. He wondered if that included the limits they'd already gone over.

"I'm going to go get a shower alone. Then I need to grab some stuff and head to my parent's house." Arthur said, and Selene nodded her acceptance. "You're to sit on the couch or bed, here or at your place, and relax tonight. Play video games, watch a movie, whatever, just take it easy and relax."

"Yes, Master." Selene nodded. "What do you need to grab to go to your parents?"

"My swim trunks and some nicer clothes." Arthur answered. "Dinner with them has apparently turned into some kind of business dinner. I think my dad's boss or something is joining us." He explained his deductions based on his brief text conversation with his mother.

"What does your dad do for work, anyway?" Selene asked, unable to help her curiosity.

"He's a Tax Lawyer. Mom's an accountant." Arthur explained.

"That sounds-" Selene hesitated as if uncertain a lie of this magnitude would fit past her teeth. "-like a fun dinner."

Arthur laughed. "Well, I am into corporate number crunching myself." He shrugged. "But, no. If it becomes a work dinner, it will be pretty boring. I think that's why my Mom is trying to spice it up. We're supposed to be eating outside at the pool, hence the trunks, but I still need to arrive looking nice, hence the suit, you know how it is."

Selene nodded, even though she had no concept of how it was. Her family might have been morally formal, but they were fiscally casual.

Arthur patted her head, pointed toward the sofa, and headed into the bathroom. His shower was a quick affair, just washing off to clean himself up from the best day of his life. He had to wonder, as he washed the soap bar over the dried juices on his calves if he'd accidentally crossed any lines. He replayed the events in his head, and no, although the threesome was perfectly awesome - he realized that Selene and Kat never really pleasured each other. The most direct they came into being involved in anything together was when Selene pushed Kat's head down onto his crotch. The memory of that was enough to bring blood into his cock again, but it was only a half-hearted stirring as he turned the shower cold to cut off any thoughts of lingering in the shower.

He stepped out and dried himself off with the towel hanging on the back of the door. He paused for a moment after he dried his eyes to see that his usual towel was still hanging on the door. The towel in his hands looked just like it but was a second copy. Selene's towel. He was drying himself off with a towel she'd pulled out and hung up this morning or last night.

Selene's towel. He almost laughed. She had a towel here now. She was going to stay here tonight again, in all likelihood. That didn't bother him as much as he thought it should. In fact, it was kind of nice. He looked at the door as though he were watching her, looking at her in his mind. In a few days, she'd gone from a good friend he hung out with a few times a week to a full-time live-in sex slave. One that was trying to seduce other women into his harem, apparently, including her own sister.

He was still a little worried that they were moving too fast, but he'd be lying if he tried to say he didn't care about Selene. She was his friend; of course, he cared about her. They'd been friends for a while and knew each other well before they ventured into this side of things. Of course, when they jumped into it, they fell pretty deep. That was only to be expected. Yet, she wasn't acting crazy on him. Manic, maybe, but not crazy. Manic about sex. Was she...? No. He shook his head and shook it off. Selene was just really devoted to making her fantasies real, and he was happy to give her someone, himself, that she felt safe enough to do that.

Kat was definitely different from Selene in terms of devotion and in every other way that Arthur could consider. She was blonde. They were both blonde, and that was their only commonality. And they looked like sisters even though they were built differently. Selene had that lean, toned dancer's build with a bubble butt and round, but not overly large, breasts. Kat was shorter, squatter, and curvier, and she could take a pounding. Kelly was tall, fit, toned, and in terms of curves and muscle tone, an almost perfect combination of the two. Mindy was short, busty, narrow-waisted, narrow-hipped, but he'd seen her butt in tight skirts enough to know she had a good one too. Her legs were no doubt just as beautiful as the rest of her.

He felt as though he'd won the lottery, and he couldn't help but think of how fun it might be to get all four of those women in the same place at the same time. They all might be into it. Then again, Kelly might not. Mindy might be intimidated by the idea. He didn't know. He supposed the only way to know was to ask, but if he seriously suggested something like that to Kelly, she might get upset. He knew she was bi, but he also knew she'd had too many exes think that meant that threesomes were all she was suitable for. And out of all the women he was fucking, or going to fuck, he was most attracted to Kelly. He might have said he liked her the most, but he wasn't sure that was true, especially since he felt closest to Selene.

"Master?" Selene's voice came softly from the other side of the door.

"Yes, Selene?" He asked, using her name instead of one of her pet names since he'd just been thinking about her and her name had been in his head.

"I found your swim trunks, and I've laid out some clothes for you on the coffee table. It was cleaner than the bed." She explained.

Arthur smiled and shook his head. "Thank you. Now go rest."

"Yes, Master." He could hear the teasing frown in Selene's voice as he heard her step away from the door and back to the living room sofa.

He finished drying off, hung up his towel, and stepped out of the bathroom, freshly washed, shaved, and looking like he was about to pose for a porn magazine. Selene licked her lips as she watched him from her spot on the couch. She was reclined back, wearing her t-shirt that was scrunched up above her breasts, with one leg hanging off the seat cushions and the other stretched high toward the ceiling, both clad in nothing but the high heels.

"Are you sure you have to leave?" Selene asked with all the pretended innocence she could muster.

"Yes, Pet." Arthur smirked as he made his way over to the coffee table. She'd laid out a nice, but not his nicest, black suit, a robin's egg blue shirt, a white tie, a pair of black boxers, a pair of black socks, a pair of shiny black dress shoes, and a small pair of red swim trunks that would run from low on his waist to about his mid-thigh. Not his most modest pair, but still not indecent. "Don't worry. I promise if I have any energy left in me at all when I get home, I will fuck you until you black out before we go to sleep tonight."

"Wake me up when you get home if I'm asleep." Selene said. "Or don't, and just start fucking me to wake me up...." She suggested after a half second. "That might be a lot of fun."

Arthur shook his head. "If I do that, you won't be ready for me. It'll hurt."

Selene seemed to think about that for a moment and then decided. "I want you to." She said. "I want to be asleep on the couch when you come home like I fell asleep watching tv or something, and then I want you to come through that front door, sneak up on me, cover my mouth with my t-shirt, and fuck me into the couch cushions with no mercy."

Arthur's dick seemed to stir at the description of Selene's idea. Her eyes gleamed as she watched it and then looked up at Arthur's face with a smile.

"We'll see." Arthur said.

"Promise?" Selene asked.

"I promise that I will consider it." Arthur said. "Nothing more."

Selene pouted. "Please, Master?" She brought her hands in front of her like a dog begging for scraps as she lay on her back.

"I will consider it." Arthur agreed. "But that is a conversation we need to have, in detail, before we try and play it out. And like I said, there are physical requirements too. Me sticking my hard cock into you with absolutely no prep while you're asleep? It's going to hurt us both."

"Lube?" Selene suggested, grasping for anything that might overturn his point.

"We will see." Arthur repeated. "I'm perfectly willing to run a scenario for you." He explained. "But it might not be tonight. I'd need to prep it properly, and I'm tired. You need your rest after everything today. I need to store up energy for tomorrow, especially since I know you will want to fuck both before and after my date with Mindy. So-" He said as he finished buttoning his shirt. "We will see. And that's the end of it." He added when it looked like she was going to protest. "Now be a good girl, say 'Yes, Master,' drink your water, and relax tonight while I'm gone."

Selene harrumphed and folded her arms in front of her. If she had any counterpoints to any of his, she didn't seem entirely convinced of them. She wrinkled her nose and sighed. "Yes, Master."

"Good girl." Arthur said as he slid on his slacks.

Selene reached over, picked her water up off the floor, and drank some. Arthur frowned. The glass was tiny. The smallest one in his cabinet.

"And eat something." Arthur said. "Order something on my laptop. The card info is in there."

"I can cover it." Selene waived him off.

"You mispronounced 'Yes, Sir' just there, I think." Arthur suggested.

Selene smirked. "Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I will be a good girl, Sir. I promise."

"Good." Arthur smiled. "I love a good girl." He finished dressing as Selene watched him, then he moved to where she reclined on the sofa, bent down a little, and kissed her on the mouth as if saying goodbye to a girlfriend rather than a slave. She beamed at him as he stepped away. He smiled at her, grabbed his trunks, double-checked the contents of all his pockets, stepped out of the apartment, and locked the door behind him.

He was smiling all the way down to his car, then onto the road, and all the way to his parents' house as he listened to the radio. He could not have told anyone any of the songs that played on it, but the world seemed filled with music anyway, for some reason, and he wasn't about to question it.

He pulled into his parent's driveway nearly forty minutes later, having driven over the speed limit just a little. Still, he knew the roads perfectly well, including all the speed traps. Their house was larger than one might have expected, given the definite middle-class feel of his apartment. His parents were, judging by the landscaping alone, upper middle class compared to his lower middle class. He was not wealthy, at least not at their level, and even they were not so rich as to be considered millionaires.

His father was a self-made man and a firm believer that every man should also be self-made. Having grown up in one of the worst neighborhoods in one of the worst cities, his father clawed his way through law school, taking every advantage he could in an economy that no longer existed. He didn't quite understand how expensive college was nowadays, despite knowing exactly how expensive everything was down to the last cent. Arthur was convinced that if not for his mother, his father would never spend a nickel on anything other than food, shelter, and his seemingly out-of-nowhere stamp collection.

The end result was that Arthur's father resolved that if he could pay his way through school by working hard, then so could Arthur. This was not, strictly speaking, true, but Arthur did his best. He still had a few loans he'd need to take care of after graduating, but luckily, he'd have a good-paying job right out the gate. His field needed people, and he had his savings.

At his father's demand, he saved every penny he'd ever been given as a gift, a considerable amount of money given the upper-middle-class wealth from his mother's side. Every Christmas card with a hundred dollar bill inside it, every birthday card with cash or check, instead of an object that might have required some thought or emotional investment in Arthur as a person, was quickly seized and stashed away, invested, and saved in Arthur's name.

When he turned eighteen, that fund was turned over to Arthur to use as a nest egg while he did his best to make more money from that sum. All in all, a decent strategy. It afforded Arthur a way to live a comfortable middle-class life, so long as he did everything he could to continue making money and touching the interest from the fund as little as possible and the principal not at all.

His parents, on the other hand, followed his mother's guiding principles: Money was not necessarily made to be squirreled away but displayed through what it could purchase. Their home was grand, a verifiable gated middle-class mansion of a house, with a long paved drive up to the front door. It was a far cry from any of the estates on TV, but Arthur's entire apartment could fit inside a fraction of their house all the same. Arthur stepped out of his car and headed up the unfamiliar front stairs.

This wasn't the house he'd grown up in. That was a large apartment in the city, albeit much smaller than this McMansion. This was farther out in the suburbs, much farther, almost rural, with six or seven bedrooms and expansive grounds. You couldn't see any neighbors at all, and the house sat far back enough from any street or road that you couldn't make it out from outside the gates despite how well-lit it was. The trees that surrounded the house kept the stone facade out of view until the drive turned, and you were nearly driving into the circle at the front door or the garage off to the far left side of the house.

Arthur rang the doorbell of the imposing cherry wood front door but was standing there for a while with no answer or response. After a moment, he tried the handle, and the door opened to him just as his mother strode into the lemon-scented tiled foyer.

"Arty!" She said with a large and growing smile as she threw her arms open. His mother was dressed casually, for her, in a long blue dress.

Arthur smiled and accepted the hug from his mother, who was always a little more demonstrative of her love for him than his father. They both loved their son, but how Arthur perceived love did not always align with how his parents chose to show it. He supposed no family was immune to that. Nor are they impervious to the various strifes and frictions that might arise from living in close quarters, relatively speaking, with one another while simultaneously progressing through multiple stages of immaturity. His parents were in their twenties when they had him, and he was obviously in childhood for many of their early years together.

"Mom." Arthur returned the hug.

"So glad you could make it." She said with a smile. "How is school? Tell me everything."

And so he did as the two walked from the foyer, through the living area, dining room, kitchen, and finally out to the back patio. Well, he did not tell her everything. He told her everything he deemed appropriate to say to a mother, which excluded everything sexual. He told her that work was going well, and he was likely to take his boss' job within the next year, which was possible but not as probable as he made it seem for her benefit. His classes and grades continued well, and he maintained the 4.0 GPA she continually bragged about to her friends. His theater endeavors were going well, and they were going to do a montage of one-act plays this fall, followed by a full musical in the spring if Yvonne got her way or a whole play in the spring if Arthur got his. Either would probably be a comedy.

His mother listened politely as they walked and gestured toward the pool house when they arrived. "Good, good." She said. "Now, you go on and get changed and enjoy the pool. Your father is running late, and I'll have to greet our guests when they arrive."

"Oh. I don't mind hanging out with you and talking while we wait. We can-"

"No, no, don't be silly." His mother shook her head. "Try the hot tub. We just got it replaced, and the jets are ten times stronger. You deserve a nice chance to relax from working so hard."

Arthur laughed at how true that statement might actually be and how nice a massage from some hot water jets sounded against a back that was tight, sore, and still, a little scratched up between the three women he'd slept with in the last twenty-four hours. "Alright." He yielded as his mom practically shoved him toward the poolhouse. "I'm going."

His mom smiled, then turned back into the house and was gone by the time he'd reached the poolhouse door. He undressed, hanging up his clothes and folding them neatly so he could wear them again, took up a towel from the closet, and stepped into his trunks. He stretched and made his way to the hot tub. It was already heated, but the jets were off, waiting. The controls weren't the same as the last time he was here, but he figured them out quickly enough and hopped in as the water started to bubble from the jets. He sank into the seat and sighed.

"Holy shit." He muttered. The jets felt like the hands of a particularly frustrated Swedish masseuse who did nothing but massage and power lift in their daily life. His muscles relaxed at the hot water, but the beating they took from the jets pounded out knots he didn't even know he had, and the more gentle vibrations of the bench he sat on soothed his aches.

The house looked nice from his vantage point at the far end of the back patio area. The part of the patio nearest the house was red tile until it gave way to the pool's concrete. It was a large, but not Olympic-sized, swimming pool. Still, it was large enough to contemplate swimming some lazy laps in after his soak in the hot tub. The grill was off to the left, though it was less of a grill and more of an outdoor kitchen walled in a fire pit and lounge chairs between itself and the pool.

The outdoor dining table by the house was extended and rectangular, with three chairs on either side and one on each end. They all looked padded and comfortable. Behind him was a bit of grass and a tall garden hedge wrapped around the three sides of the patio the house didn't cover. In front of the hedge was a flower bed that was wide enough to house a variety of flowers arranged in order of height. They had an excellent landscaper Arthur was sure his father underpaid, and his mother overtipped. He wondered it didn't reek of chlorine, but the flowers and anti-pest lanterns scattered around offset it. It was very peaceful back here. Meditative, almost.

He knew he shouldn't fall asleep in the hot tub and was in no danger of it during the stimulation, but once the jets turned off. The hot water seeped into his bones to relax his body. He closed his eyes and was nearly dreaming when a soft footstep on the hard concrete by the pool caught his attention.

He sat up quickly and opened his eyes, half-panicked at being half-asleep but realizing as he was startled that he was at his parents' house and perfectly safe. He expected to see his mother or father when he brought his eyes forward, but instead, he was startled to see someone he hadn't seen in years.

Lynn Barrera.

She was the girl from high school that every straight guy or lesbian wanted to fuck. Other women were hot, beautiful, or pretty, but Lynn Barrera made them all look like gnarled stumps next to her. She was accused of every kind of plastic surgery over the years by her and Arthur's peer group, but according to her, her mother, and every official word that anyone could find, her beauty was all natural. Everyone loved her, wanted her, or wanted to be her. Over the years, all that attention had flagellated her into someone cruel and twisted.

Arthur was not immune to her charms. He'd loved her with every part of his heart, mind, and soul when they were younger, long before she was pretty. They grew up together. Their parents were 'friends' in the way that people who worked for different parts of the same company but occasionally saw each other at conventions and training were friends. Still, when they were tiny, they'd lived close by one another. They played together nearly every day of every summer and sat next to each other in class every day of every school year. In all their games and time together, she was his princess, and he was her shining knight. She was his Guinevere.

Then puberty happened, and while it blessed Lynn in ways no mortal might see outside of movies or television, it cursed Arthur in direct proportion. He was not a total troll in high school, but only because he did not live under a bridge and did not make a habit of trying to eat any Hobbits. His long hair phase was not particularly flattering. Though he was no more acned or awkward than anyone else, he was still acned, awkward, and far more overweight than he ever really admitted, even to himself. He'd transformed his body after going to college, and he worked hard every day to maintain what he had. The chiseled, well-kempt adonis rising out of the hot tub that looked surprised to see her was unrecognizable from the hoodie-clad try-hard who never quite fit in with her Mean Girl Clique who bowed to her and made his life a living hell.

She'd gone from his best friend to his tormentor the summer just before high school, and she kicked him whenever she saw he was down. He was easy pickings. He would let her do it. He never stood up to her and never put up a fight. She could tear him apart in front of her friends, even go so far as to tell him to kill himself, and he wouldn't do so much as raise his voice at her. He would look sad, turn away from her, and walk away while they laughed at the thought that he might be crying or masturbating in equal measure.

She knew his secrets, and his dreams. She knew what to tease him about to hurt him in every way imaginable, and she'd done it repeatedly to the laughter of her new friends. She'd been cruel and mean, and for a while, Arthur felt like he deserved it because he was everything she teased him about. He swallowed every cruel truth like a barbed sword and kept them inside to play in his head whenever his brain decided he was feeling too happy. It'd taken a lot of personal growth to forget some of those, and even then, he still thought about them sometimes, late at night or at random times during the day. Seeing her now, he could feel each one in the pit, restless, anticipating the next barb or abuse she might hurl his way.

Imagine his surprise when he didn't recognize the look she gave him as he stepped out of the hot tub anymore than she recognized him. It might have helped her ignorance that she didn't look at his eyes. She looked at his squared and chiseled chest, his round and perfect shoulders, the abs that his taught and flawless skin stretched over into a sharp V, the bottom of which was hidden by the low waist of his short and somewhat tight swim trunks.

He wanted to say something perfect. He wanted to say something equal parts impressive and cruel. He must have thought about what he would say to her if given a chance to give her a piece of his mind a thousand times. Yet, right now, he found he was so angry he could do nothing but shake. He didn't speak. He went to move past her.

"Sorry, uh..." Lynn started. "I'm looking for Arty? Is he in the pool house?"

Arthur turned and glared at her. She didn't see his glare or was willfully ignorant of it. Unlike him, she was fully dressed. She wore jeans that hugged every curve from her sensible shoes to her flared hips and perfectly round peach-shaped ass. Her low-waisted jeans gave him a view of a small gap of flesh that ended just above her pierced belly button on her flat, well-toned abdomen. She didn't have the cut abs that he did, but there was just a hint of the present behind the flawlessly smooth surface of her stomach. Her breasts were covered by a stretchy top that looked like someone hadn't finished making a t-shirt. It complimented her bust nicely, hanging out a good distance away from her stomach at the bottom.

Her mouth was open, but she tried to work it as best she could. "Are you one of his friends from college? His mom mentioned he might be bringing some friends to dinner."

They stood a few feet from one another when Arthur stopped and stared at her. She stared at him. Then she hesitated, looked shyly at her feet as she shifted her stance in what he was sure was a practiced feint at feeling small or uncertain, and then she offered her hand for a shake. "I'm Lynn. A friend of his from high school. Well, since childhood, really." She corrected herself as her vulnerable stance turned seductive, thrusting out a well-shaped hip. "But we went to high school together."

"Go fuck yourself." Arthur said, speaking for the first time, though it was more of a growl than speech. His perfect teeth were practically grinding themselves to dust under the strength of his tightly clenched jaw. And every muscle so relaxed in the hot tub was now tight, coiled beneath the skin as though he were about to leap and run away like a wild animal or Tarzan into the nearby trees.

Lynn looked shocked, absolutely, devastatingly, surprised to hear the words come out of his mouth, but then her expression was not half so shocked as the one that overtook it when her ears recognized the voice to which the words belonged. Her mouth opened but did not form any words of her own. It hung there, her chin limp and useless, as Arthur turned, showing her his back, and walked away.

Lynn's eyes were wide, her mouth agape, and she stood frozen on the spot. He was already six paces away when she sputtered to life again and managed to utter a cry of "Arty?!?"

Arthur felt something in him snap. His mother called him Arty. It was the name everyone used to call him when he was little, including Lynn. As he grew up, people started calling him Arthur. He introduced himself as Arthur. Only his mother and a few older family members called him Arty. To everyone else, he was Arthur. Everyone, except Lynn and her fucking teasing, taunting friends from high school, who never said it without a barb attached. They said it with a ton of spite and not an ounce of respect.

"It's Arthur to you!" He shouted back over his shoulder. "Not Arty! Not Art! Not the king of White Castle!" He threw back an old insult that he'd heard directed his way more than once during high school, originating from the goddess Lynn herself. "TO YOU, MY NAME IS ARTHUR!" He shouted back at her just before he stepped into the kitchen and slammed the sliding glass door behind him so hard it sounded like a thunder crack bouncing off the marble countertops and marble tile floor. He worried that he'd broken the glass for a brief moment, but when he glanced over his shoulder, he saw that the glass was still intact. However, the wood in the frame was splintered enough that Lynn could not dislodge it when she tugged against it a moment later.

Arthur stormed through the dining room on his way to the front door, nearly blind with rage. Or at least blind enough to be oblivious to his parents and Lynn's, sitting in chairs around the sitting room enjoying glasses of dark red wine.

"Arty, honey, what's wrong?" His mother asked, immediately seeing the expression on his face and moving to cut him off since he looked like he was going to punch someone in the face, and, not knowing who, she thought it best to stop him from coming closer to anyone but herself who she knew was never the offending party.

"Nothing." Arthur growled as he came to a sudden stop, recognizing for the first time that there were other people in the room, much less his parents and their guests. His cheeks were red with frustration. His mother's were red with wine. Lynn's parents looked at him agape and whispered to each other for a moment. His expression darkened. He knew just what they were whispering, too, without hearing it.

"Come on, let's talk in the-" His mom said as she started to steer him back toward the kitchen.

"NO." Arthur held firm, and to her surprise, his mother found that the gentle movement she'd undertaken was immediately arrested by a simple flex of his legs holding him in place. "I'm sorry." He said after a breath. "Something's come up. I have to go back to my apartment right away. I-" He looked behind him for a moment. "I left my things in the pool house. I need you to grab them and bring them to my car. I'll be there, waiting." He told his mother.

She looked surprised to hear such a commanding tone coming from him, but he didn't give her a second to protest before he started moving again and was through the room and out of the house before they'd all recovered from the shock of his sudden entrance and exit into their conversation.

"He didn't even say hello." His father said after a moment of silence reigned among them. Then he laughed. "Well, you know how young people are." He said to Lynn's parents. "Every market fluctuation is the end of the world." He laughed, Arthur's wife laughed, Lynn's father laughed, Lynn's mother smiled politely and looked at the doorway the young man had just exited through.

Arthur reached his car and remembered that it was locked. He sighed and leaned against it. Waiting. He figured he'd give his mother a few minutes, and then if she didn't come out, he would try and figure out a way to go around the side of the house to the pool house without being spotted by their little party of guests, and then he could grab his things and leave.

Unfortunately, Lynn seemed to have much the same idea when the back door could not yield to her entreaties to open. She couldn't pull it open, and Arthur's mother couldn't get it open either, so Lynn signaled to the side of the house, which she meant to mean to inform Arthur's mother that Lynn was going to circumnavigate the house while Lynn's mother took as a suggestion that she should do the same. So together, they appeared in Arthur's vision, both empty-handed.

"Arthur!" Lynn called out as she spotted him. "Wait!"

"FUCK YOU!" Arthur shouted back, which caused his mother to recoil in terror. No, not terror, he realized. Horror. His mother was not scared of him, she was his mother, but she was horrified by his behavior.

"Arty!" His mother yelled between a honk and a hiss that any goose might have given.

Arthur knew that was his cue to look abashed and apologize to his mother's guests, but he did not take his cue. He set his mouth in a firm line, crossed his arms, and waited.

His mother stormed forward, reached for his ear, and grabbed it. To his credit, he did not let it bend him down. He would not show weakness in front of Lynn if his mother had hauled off and drop-kicked him in the face.

"You apologize right now!" His mother hissed. "You're being very rude to our guests, and I went through a lot of trouble to set up this little dinner for you two!"

It was Arthur's turn to look as surprised as Lynn had moments ago and as horrified as his mother had moments ago, in equal measure. "WHAT?" He bellowed.

"You heard me." His mother said sternly, adopting the tone she used to use whenever the typically well-behaved Arty had become surly, otherwise unruly, or downright toddlerish during his raising.

"I will not." Arthur growled out between his clenched teeth. "And I will not be joining you for dinner. I'm leaving."

"This is not how I raised you to behave." His mother reminded him. "If you don't get into that house this instant and sincerely apologize, then...." He glared at his mother with a look of pure malice that she'd never seen in his eyes before, giving her a moment's pause. "Arty... what's wrong?" She asked suddenly. "This isn't like you. I've never seen you so angry. Are you on..." She suddenly dropped to a whisper that even Arthur had trouble hearing. "Steroids?" She returned to average volume. "Or something?"

"No." Arthur said firmly. He shook his head and glared at Lynn. "That bitch made my life a living hell for years. YEARS. I will not be in the same room with her if I can help it." He explained. "And I can help it." He didn't look at Lynn, who, to her credit, had the decency to be blushing rose-red and look extremely ashamed. "My apologies to you and dad, but I cannot, and will not, be staying for dinner. Now let go of my ear. I'll collect my things, and we'll catch up some other time."

His mother looked angry, but she could see the look in her son's eyes. She'd seen that look twice before, and she knew that short of being able to physically overpower him, which was an impossibility now, there was no chance of getting him to sit down for dinner with them. She might as well ask him to commit some atrocity or pick up his car and walk home.

"Fine." She said finally as she let go of his ear. "Go and get your things. I'll make your apologies. And you and I will be speaking about this very soon. You have embarrassed yourself and us tonight." She said in frustration as he stormed past her. "I hope you're proud of yourself."

Was he proud of his behavior? No. Yet, this was the best possible behavior he could hope to exhibit. Seeing her. Seeing Lynn and seeing her smile? Seeing her look at him as though he were the meal on offer here, not whatever they were throwing on the grill? He should have been drunk on the power trip. Instead, he'd wanted to murder her. Okay, maybe not murder. He was a pacifist and believed that violence was never the answer. And yet, the thought of bodily throwing her into the pool and hoping that she never learned how to swim for all those times she laid out in her bikinis at the pool or beach was dangerously satisfying.

He stormed through the grass, back onto the rear patio, into the pool house, grabbed his things without changing, and returned to his car. His mother and Lynn were not there when he came back, having returned to the house. He looked toward the front door, but seeing no one, he slammed his car door shut behind him, started the engine, and left as quickly as his temper would allow.

He seethed in the car on the way home. Uncontrollably angry and in full knowledge that the mere sight of her shouldn't have enraged him that way. He was acting like a child. He knew that, which made him angrier with himself, which did not help abate his anger. His entire body flushed with the heat of it, and he could feel tears stinging at the corners of his eyes. He was so angry that he could cry because, as a man, there were so few acceptable ways to purge one's tears. Yet also, as a man, anger was never an acceptable emotion. Emotions themselves were considered a weakness among his people. Usually, that joke made him and his buddies laugh. Right now, he had to wonder how much of it was really a joke.

He didn't want to go home. He couldn't return to the apartment and be this angry. Selene was still there, and she wasn't expecting him this early. She'd think something was wrong because it was, and she'd want him to talk about it like that would help. He didn't want to talk about it. He wanted to forget it as quickly as possible so he could go back to believing that he didn't have any emotional issues he needed to address. Then he could just enjoy a life where four different women wanted to fuck him in rotation.

Maybe a good angry hate-fuck would get it out of his system. Not with Lynn, obviously. That would likely end with him in prison since murder was still illegal in every country. Someone who could take a good rough fuck, though? Maybe Kat? No, she was done for today, and she didn't need to know that he was having problems. She'd think he was unstable, call the whole thing off, and convince Selene to break up with him too.

Not that Selene was his girlfriend.

He shook the steering wheel in frustration and gave an audible scream of frustration. That was it. He turned the music up as loud as it would go, blaring some kind of rock that he didn't pay attention to at all. It was not metal enough to warrant the amount of screaming he did under and over it in nonsensical rage until, finally, all the energy left him through his lungs, and his throat was a little hoarse.

When he stopped, he realized he'd passed his apartment building a few minutes ago. He didn't know where he was at all, really. It took him a second to get his bearings, and he pulled into a bar parking lot to look it up on his GPS. The sun was nearly set, and the lights marking the bar "O'Malley's" had just lit up. Despite the name, it didn't advertise as an Irish pub but looked more like an upscale Italian place. He wasn't far from home, but he didn't want to go back there right now. He was still wearing his swim trunks, with his suit and everything crumpled in the seat next to him. He had a text from his mother and one from Selene.

He opened the one from Selene first. It was a picture of an empty glass of water, followed by a smiley face emoji and a heart emoji. He didn't smile, but he was glad she listened to him. Without texting Selene back, he opened the text from his mother.

Mom: I'm sorry. I didn't know what happened to you and Lynn in high school. I thought you two had just grown apart. I never would have tried to set you up with her if I knew you hated her.

Arthur was too empty of energy to be as shocked by his mother's confession as he felt it rightly deserved. He didn't need to be set up! He had four women wanting to fuck him any time he called! Well, three. Well, one, but the other three were just as likely to be down. Then again, his mother didn't know that. They hadn't really talked about his romantic life. He was going to update her on it but hadn't gotten around to it. She knew it'd been a while since he had broken up with Lori and that he would try to put himself back out there. That was the last they'd spoken of it nearly a month ago.

He took one deep breath in and then another. He practiced his breathing techniques for a few minutes until his grip on the steering wheel finally loosened enough that he felt he wasn't in danger of snapping it when he moved his arm away.

He texted his mother back.

Arthur: What did she tell you?

Mom: She told me she teased you in high school, and it got out of hand. She said you had every right to hate her for it, and she's really sorry. She was trying to find you to apologize to you personally, but she didn't get the chance because she didn't recognize you at first, so I gave her your email.

Arthur: You what?

Mom: Well, apparently, you blocked her on everything else? She's tried reaching out on social media and texting and calling you multiple times.

Arthur: She told you this, and you immediately recognized this as a sign that I did not want to talk to her, so you gave her my email?

Mom: Stop being such a baby. She just wants to apologize to you. Talk to you. You two used to be such good friends.

Arthur: Yeah, when we were five.

Mom: You're acting like you're five.

Arthur sighed.

Arthur: I'm sorry I ruined your dinner.

Mom: You didn't. We still had dinner. You only ruined it for yourself. She's still here. Do you want me to pass the phone to her so you can talk to her and apologize?

If Arthur's mother had seen the glare that erupted in his eyes, she would have been immediately aware of her misstep. As it was, she was only aware that she could only pretend to be making drinks at the bar in the sitting room for so long before she had to return to the dining room and listen to her husband's fourth retelling of the same story they'd all been there to witness in the first place.

Arthur: No.

He flipped back to Selene's texts and sent her a thumbs-up emoji.

Master: Good Girl. Now drink some more. And order Dinner.

Slut: Yes, Sir.

And with that, he looked up from his phone. There was a woman stopped in front of his car in the parking lot, looking at him. He looked back at her. She looked uncertain about something and then stormed up to his window and knocked on it. He rolled it down.

"Are you here for the Derby party?" She asked.

"Uh... no." He said, shaking his head.

"Well... could you be?"

"Excuse me?" Arthur asked.

"The guy we hired bailed because he got sick or something, so the company refunded us because they're overbooked, and we're calling around trying to find a replacement right now because the party starts in a few minutes, and here you are! We'll pay double whatever the other party would pay you tonight." She went on in rapid-fire.

"Uh..." Arthur said, trying to puzzle out what she was talking about.

"Triple." She said in a hurry and practically threw a wad of hundred-dollar bills threw his car window and into his lap and front seats.

"Sure." He said as he looked down at the cash and then back up to her. Then, realizing that she might be asking him for a whole range of services that were illegal to provide for money, he added in his best Pippin-in-Rivendell impression: "Where are we going?" And then. "And what am I doing?"

The woman smiled gleefully, clapped her hands, and then pointed to the bar above them. "We've rented out the whole bar." She said as she gestured to it. "You go ahead and get dressed, then come around the back. I'll let you in. Do you have your own music?"

It suddenly occurred to him what he must look like wearing nothing but a small pair of red trunks in the middle of a bar parking lot and what services the not-unattractive woman had just purchased from the man she thought was an exotic dancer.

"Uh..." He answered. "I do not."

"That's okay, that's okay. I'll set up a playlist on my phone." She said as she waved away the least of her concerns. "What's your name? Your stage name, I mean."

"Uh..." He paused, trying to think up a stage name on the spot. "Tommy Sinns." He joked, but she just nodded, so he rolled with it. "Astronaut, plumber, talent scout, fireman, whatever." He shrugged.

She smiled like a child at a fireworks display. "Do you have a fireman's costume?"

"Uh..." He looked around him. "Not with me, no. I've just got my... business executive costume...." He lied. "But there's a Spirit of Halloween store just down the block if you can give me like... fifteen minutes?" Was he really doing this? He couldn't take this woman's money. He wasn't a stripper. He knew how to dance, a little, sure, and he could take off his clothes, and he could probably give these women a good time, and one last thrill before whoever it was in their party got married, but there was no way he was going to do this, right? This was like something out of a sitcom.

And like a sitcom, it would make for one hell of a story by the time it was over. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have a once-in-a-lifetime experience that he would never be able to enjoy otherwise. He had to do it, right? When you looked at it like that. Besides, what was it that Mindy said? They were in college. They were supposed to try new things and have fun.

The night itself was a blur of surprisingly good times. He took some of the cash she'd thrown at him, bought a costume from the spirit-of-Halloween store down the block, and returned with time to spare.

The bar was small but elegant. Its atmosphere might typically have been a lovely place for a date. Right now, though, its decorations for the bachelorette party were all penis-themed. Still, it had surprisingly clean bathrooms. He used the men's room to change. The bride-to-be, the older woman's niece, was a lovely young blonde who almost reminded Arthur of Selene, though she was nowhere near as shameless. She blushed as red as Arthur's fire truck helmet when he put it in front of his junk and gestured for her to peel away his red trunks.

Despite the alcohol and the general hands-on nature of drunken women who assumed anyone in that good of shape was probably gay and therefore safe. It was a great time until the one latecomer to the party finally arrived and sat down to join her fellow bridesmaids in the raucous fun of doing a belly button shot off the stripper's rock-hard abs. Or at least licking up the shot's worth of alcohol that they poured out over his abs as he lay on the erected stage wearing nothing but a strategically placed fireman's helmet that lifted off and tilted just enough to show the base of his erect pole.

The latecomer stumbled forward as she was finally let through to take her turn, dumped the shot on him, and dove down to lick it up with the cheers from her fellow bridesmaids whooping and hollering behind her. It was only when she finished that she looked up to see his face, which had momentarily looked down to see who the newcomer was. The sister of the bride. His actual boss: Beth.

"ARTHUR?" The shout temporarily pierced even the loud music coming off the stage.

Arthur chuckled nervously and, for a fleeting moment, thought about denying it. "Heh. Hey... Boss."

She flushed a crimson red so fast that she looked like she was trying to somehow transform into a firetruck. Arthur, for his part, was enjoying himself a little too much and was too entertained by her embarrassment to be embarrassed himself. He laughed and reclined again, putting his hands up behind his head. "Next!"

Beth sputtered and turned away. "Oh my god!" She yelled to no one in particular. She looked back at him on the stage and quickly turned away again, hiding her blushing face with her hand. She knew he was of age. She knew she was only a few years older than he was. Yet, he was a student, and she'd graduated. He was a supervisor, and she was a manager. His manager, to be specific. There was no reality where licking a shot of Tequila and lime off your subordinate's lower abs did not make it to HR, right?

Her blush did not fade, and she turned away, practically screaming as her mind flipped through all the possibilities of how her life might now be different. It was a roller coaster of emotion, and when she looked back at Arthur, it looked like she was on this roller coaster alone. He was relaxed, smiling, enjoying himself, as Beth's sister, the bride-to-be, snuck her hand under his not-so-cleverly-placed fireman's helmet while she licked where Beth had licked a moment ago.

"Okay, ladies. I think that's it for this bottle." Arthur announced, mercifully cutting the bride-to-be off as she kept licking, as though she were searching for Tequila that she must have licked up five or six licks ago. There was a general "Aw" from the crowd, but he assured them he would be back for another dance in a moment. He just had to change costumes. This was met with a drunken cheer of approval that may have easily been confused with the sounds of several distorted seagulls.

Arthur bowed, keeping the helmet in place, and made his exit, baring his ass to a general cheer of women as Beth failed to look away.

She gave it a moment's thought and then stormed toward the back. She had the decency to knock but pushed into the one-stall bathroom anyway. The rules of etiquette shouldn't have to apply when walking in on someone you've already seen naked when you know they're getting dressed.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Beth hissed.

"Uh..." Arthur paused for a moment and then had to think about it. "Inspecting this fire alarm?" He joked.

Beth didn't laugh.

"Look, they needed a dancer. I happened to be there. I-" He paused for a second, still trying to work out exactly how this happened in his head. "I decided why the fuck not? I need something to cheer me up. So, here I am."

"So you're not, like, a legit stripper. You're just a guy they roped into this at the bar?" Beth asked, both confused and accusatory, as though he were trying to pull a scam or get away with something he shouldn't.

"Well, tonight's the first time I've done it for money, but after two routines that I may have borrowed from actual musical numbers and four lap dances in nothing but a very uncomfortable thong with a little tuxedo on the front of it - I can say that I am a legit stripper. I'll update my file at the office if you like." Arthur smiled.

"This is not funny!" Beth hissed. "We could get in a lot of trouble for this?"

Arthur paused as if she'd said something that made no sense. "Uh... we can?" He asked.

"Yes!" Beth hissed. "You're not supposed to be a uh... uh...." She gestured to the costume he was half wearing and did her best to keep her eyes on his face.

"Policeman?" He asked.

"Stripper!" She yelled. "You're my employee, not a gigolo!"

"Hey." Arthur said sternly. "I'm not a gigolo. I'm just dancing and showing a bride-to-be a good time. You're the one who is spending an awful amount of time alone with the stripper in the bathroom during the bachelorette party."

Beth's eyes went wide as she realized what he was suggesting.

"And there's nothing saying we can't have part-time jobs outside the office or anything like that." He added.

"Well, I'm pretty sure that licking tequila off your employee's abs is explicitly not allowed in the employee handbook." Beth stomped her foot.

Arthur laughed. "If you can find an exact reference to that scenario in the employee handbook, I will sign an official apology, apologizing for letting you lick tequila off my abs. But, honestly, I don't think HR thought to cover that specific scenario. I think we're fine. We can't get into a sexual or romantic relationship, obviously, since you're my direct superior, but so long as you didn't come in here to do that-"

"I didn't!"

"Then we're fine!" Arthur assured her.

Beth frowned but had to admit that he might be right.

"I promised them one more routine, then I'll go, and we will never speak of this again. Deal?" Arthur asked.

"Deal." Beth shook her head and left without shaking Arthur's offered hand. It was probably best, as that left him holding the tear-away pants with only one hand.

Beth stepped out of the bathroom and into the hallway, where one party-goer was ducking into the lady's room. She gave Beth a conspiratorial wink as they passed one another. "Hot, right?" She asked. "Is he still in there?"

"Yes." Beth answered. "I mean no!" She flustered. "I mean, I don't know! Yes. He's still in there!"

"Did you two..." The other woman moved her hand as if brushing her teeth.

"No!" Beth slapped at her arm.

"Oh." The other woman looked disappointed, then sighed. "Gay, huh? How disappointing."

"You-" Beth fumed. "I-" She changed her mind. "He-"

"He's so cute." The other woman went on. "He looks young too." She winked. "I hope he's legal!"

"He's twenty-two!" Beth volunteered.

"Woo!" The other woman cheered. "Shame he's gay." She shrugged and went into the lady's room.

Beth smacked her forehead so hard with the palm of her hand that she actually hurt herself in her confusion.

Arthur stepped out of the men's bathroom dressed like a cross between a crossing guard, a security guard, and a police officer. It probably didn't matter. It was too small for him. The costume material was so thin anyway, and Beth could hardly help but think how easily his muscles could tear it if they flexed in just the right, or wrong, way. Were those handcuffs on his hip? She looked up, spun away from him, and disappeared to the bar where she ordered the most enormous, hardest drink she could afford.

Arthur took the stage, the lights went down, the music went up, and the party started. A few women got too drunk for their own good by the night's end, but their friends took care of them. After her initial drinks, Beth abstained to keep from making a fool of herself with her subordinate around. On the job, Arthur was not drinking at all despite the many drinks offered to him. He lied about some company policy and stuck to it for the night until finally, it was time to go.

"It's been fun." He said to the woman who paid him initially. "Thank you very much." She said as she tipped him with even more cash. "Do you have a card or anything?"

"Uh..." He looked around. "Not on me, no, sorry."

"Well, if you ever need more gigs." She said as she fished a card out of her purse. "Call me. I do some event planning, things like this. If you have any catering experience, we're always looking for waiters, etcetera."

"Sure thing." Arthur nodded. "Thanks."

"Big plans for all the extra cash you made tonight?" She spared a glance down to his g-string.

"Maybe I'll throw a party." He joked with a careless shrug. "Seriously though, it's been fun." He waved his farewell and graciously took his exit.

"Such a nice kid." Beth's aunt said as she took the seat next to her niece after giving her card and tip to the stripper.

"Ugh." Beth sighed.

"What?" Her aunt asked.

"Nothing." Beth said with a shake of her head. "I'm just really not looking forward to Monday."

Arthur was laughing the entire way back to his apartment. It wasn't until he parked that he bothered to check his phone. He had missed messages from a few different people: Selene, Mindy, and his mother. He read his mother's first, hoping that whatever was there that might upset him wouldn't be enough to ruin his mood, and if it did put a dent in it, he could recover with the other messages.

Mom: She left her number and contact info. I'm forwarding it to you. Also, your father really wanted to talk to you tonight about a business opportunity. Do you have time to talk to him tonight?

Arthur thought about it for a moment. He pulled up his dad's contact info and sent him a text.

Arthur: Hey, Mom said you wanted to talk?

Father: Yes. You have a few minutes? I'll call.

Arthur: Sure.

No sooner had he hit send than the phone in his hand rang. He answered it and lifted it to his ear. "Hey, dad." Arthur said. "What's up?"

"How'd you like more free time?" His dad asked.

"Uh..." Arthur sensed a trap, but he wasn't sure why. "Are you into pyramid schemes all of a sudden?"

"What?" His father asked. "No. Don't be stupid. I had an idea."

"Go on." Arthur prompted.

"Wise guy." His dad muttered. "Look. Your mom and I are thinking about moving closer to the city. It's easier for work, a bit more expensive, but things are going well, and you don't visit as much as you used to."

"Dad." Arthur protested.

"Not a complaint!" His dad said immediately. "You're a grown man. You shouldn't be coming to visit your parents every weekend. You should be out there trying to make your fortune in the world."

"...Right." Arthur said.

"Right." His father agreed with himself. "So, my point is. Your mother and I are thinking about moving closer to the city, but your mother wants to hang on to the house for when we're older and want to retire. It's a nice neighborhood, we've already made a chunk of the payments, and if we sell it, we'll only have to repurchase it at a higher price later or be out of luck."

"With you so far." Arthur commented when there was a break.

"So, your mother and I want you to live here and manage the place while we rent it out." His father said, letting the statement sit for a second before continuing. "What do you think?"

"I..." Arthur paused. "I don't know."

"You don't know." His father repeated as if repeating the answer for his mother's benefit. "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I have a job." Arthur explained.

"What, that marketing job? That's not long-term, and we both know it. You're not even a manager there." His dad quipped.

"Yeah, but-" Arthur protested.

"And it's not like you'd be working forty hours or anything. We've got six bedrooms and a seventh in the finished basement that could technically be an in-law suite. The cleaning service comes once a week, and so do the landscapers. You could live here, not have to pay rent and have the Master Suite if you want it. You could vet the other tenants. They'll probably be other students at that college of yours. Just not a fraternity, you know? You'd get paid a share of the rents, and you'd be on call, more or less, to deal with anything that breaks or goes wrong. Like this back door that leads out to my patio that seems to have splintered shut somehow. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

Arthur thought about it, doing some quick number crunching. "Who determines the tenants?" Arthur asked.

"You would, to a point. Your Mother would sign the lease agreements officially, but so long as they're fiscally solvent, and you're reasonably sure they won't throw any ragers at the house, we should be good." His father said.

Arthur was silent for a moment.

"Well?" His father asked. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't have to pay rent?" He asked, just to verify.

"Well..." His father hesitated. He heard his mother's voice in the background. "No. Your mother says you won't have to pay any rent. So long as you take a drug test."

"A drug test?" Arthur asked, confused. "Dad, I'm not-"

"I know." His father cut him off. "But it's a legal thing."

"Uh-huh." Arthur rolled his eyes. "I'm not on steroids, dad."

"No judgment if you are." His dad assured him. "Well, none from me anyway."

"I'm not-" Arthur sighed. "Okay. Write it up."

"Okay?" His dad asked.

"Write up the contract. I'll look it over. We'll do it official and on paper."

"That's my boy." His dad said cheerfully. "You missed a good dinner, by the way. I had a steak picked out just for you. We were gonna celebrate the whole deal, assuming you said yes."

"Well, we'll cook it up when we sign the paperwork," Arthur said. "I still need to look over the contract before it's official."

His dad sounded genuinely pleased. "Good." He said. "You have a good night, son. We'll talk later."

And with that, the phone call was over. Arthur shook his head. His rent at the apartment was month to month, so that wasn't a problem. It'd probably take his parents a while to move out, though they'd probably leave most of the furnishings. He'd be about twenty to thirty minutes from the campus, which wasn't too bad. Moving away from Selene, though... well, he'd be lying if he said he didn't have an idea about that already. Their rent was monthly too, so maybe Kat and Selene would be interested in an upgrade? In a room of their own, of course. Moving in with Selene officially was... not unappealing, all things considered, but definitely way too fast. Right?

Speaking of which, he checked the messages from her next. Photos of empty water cups. Different cups to prove it. A quick video of her actually drinking the water, lifting her shirt up as she did so. A video of her eating some Chinese takeout to prove she'd eaten dinner. Not the most nutritious, but still dinner. Wait, did she order takeout? She was still just wearing the t-shirt and the heels in the video, nothing else other than her collar.

He scrolled through.

Slut: I got takeout like you said, and... I met Mindy!

He checked the message from Mindy.

Mindy: I made a delivery to your apt tonight. You weren't there! I met your friend Selene though. She was super nice! Looking forward to tomorrow! C u @ 4!

He had questions. He looked to his apartment window on the third floor to see Selene looking down at him with a smile and a happy little wave. He had a lot of questions.