Confrontation

Barbie and I sat on the couch. The movie was already in place, ready for us to press play and let the movie night begin. Aly came out of our bedroom (heh, it felt nice to say that, “our bedroom”) already clothed with a cut and loose top and a comfy pair of shorts. She was drying her hair with a towel.

“Bi hasn’t come back yet? It’s getting dark out, I’m starting to get worried.” She said, laying down on the other couch and dangling her feet over its arm.

“You’re right, I’m gonna check up on her,” I said, grabbing my phone. “Barbie, go make sure the popcorn is ready. Aly is probably tired after her running session with Bi this afternoon.”

“Oh, owner, but I am also tired after our… little session earlier today,” she said, with a smirk and a wink.

I didn’t respond, just slapped her ass on her way to the kitchen. I had barely sent a message to Bi when I already received an answer:

Hey where R U? Movie night is about to start

I am sorry, owner, but I can’t go back to you. I have found the love of my life and I should remain at her side.

WHAT?!

“WHAT?!” I sat upright on the couch.

“What is it, owner?” Aly asked.

“Bi is… refusing to come?” I answered, my confusion evident in my voice. “She said she found the love of her life and has to stay with her. This feels too weird.”

“Do you think she could have been kidnapped?!” Aly asked, alarmed

“Kidnaped? Have you seen Bi? It’d take one hell of a person to even attempt to kidnap her.” That didn’t really sound possible.

“Yeah, but maybe it was a gang. Trying to take **** on her because of something she did from her cop days!”

“Yeah, but she called me owner, though” I countered, and that information seemed to calm Aly a bit. I decided to text back.

What do you mean? You can’t come back?

Sorry owner, but no. I love her with all my heart. And she also told me to sit tight as she grabbed me some dry clothes. I couldn’t possibly say no to her.

This was starting to sound familiar.

Bi, did you sign another Contract of Ownership?

Ofc not! You are my one true owner!

And yet you can’t come here? I’m ordering you to.

Sorry owner, she is my one true love :(

Yeah, this was sounding surprisingly familiar. I had to act now, whatever this situation was, it wasn’t good.

Ping me your location now.

She did it immediately. It was a residential district. So she really hadn’t been kidnaped. Unless she was in someone's basement. No, I shouldn't think about this stuff. I got off the couch and signaled Aly to do the same. She had a worried look on her face. I dipped my head into the kitchen.

“Barbie, c’mon, we’re going out. Something’s happening with Bi.”

The goth had just filled her mouth with popcorn, but as soon as I mentioned Bi, her face got serious. Which was kinda hard to take seriously with her cheeks puffed out like that.

And so we headed out immediately, all of us in comfy sleepwear, to find and rescue our cop friend. This would sound like a banger 2000s movie if I wasn’t this worried.

***

We got there in about 20 minutes. The neighborhood was all upscale houses with fancy gardens. What the hell were we getting into?

I stopped the car across the street from the house Bi sent her location from. It didn’t look different or out of place among the others, it looked big, spacious, and fancy. Maybe the garden could have been better tended to. I couldn’t see how many cars were parked there because the garage door was closed, so I couldn’t guess how many people were home, but a bunch of lights were on, so definitely more than just one or two people.

“What do we do now, owner?” Aly asked, apprehensive.

“We go in and we demand Bi back. We barely know what’s going on, so we don’t have much of a choice.”

I turned back to Aly, she looked scared, but had a determined expression on her face. I nodded to her and she nodded back. I looked at Barbie in the back seat and she was munching on popcorn.

“What? When I get nervous, I get hungry.” munch munch munch.

Aly and I couldn’t help but chuckle.

Barbie swallowed and finally responded. “Ok, we get in, find Bi, and get out. Alright, sounds like a good plan to me. Simple and clean.”

I nodded at her. Nodded at Aly. Then I looked back at that house and left the car.

We crossed the street in the cold night air and I rang the bell immediately. Shortly after, the door was opened by a tall woman with bronze skin wearing a short but loose tank top and sweatpants. She rested her arm on the door frame, making it extremely hard to ignore all her muscles and toned midriff. Her scowl was one of anger and contempt.

“What do you want?” Asked the woman at the door with a harsh tone.

“We came here to see Bi,” I said, with as much confidence as I could muster.

“Who’s that?” Her tone remained the same.

“Bianca. Bianca La Rue.”

Her expression changed to one of confusion. She took her arm off the frame and talked in a much nicer tone. “I didn’t know we were having more people over. So Bianca called you here?”

“Yes, and if you don’t want to let everyone waiting, I suggest you let us in.” Again, with as much confidence as I could muster, I stepped forth.

The woman decided to not stand in our way. We were in an entrance hall, I rounded a corner into a big TV room, and there she was.

“BI!” Aly screamed as she ran to hug her friend. Bi was sitting in a very comfortable armchair, she returned the hug warmly, while also looking nervous and glancing at the door, as if waiting for someone to arrive.

The blonde was dressed very differently from when I last saw her. She was wearing a completely out of character pink button up sweater that was probably at least one size too small and with nothing underneath, as well as a bright green summer skirt, and something told me she wasn’t wearing anything below that either. I was starting to recognize the weird signs of “going to live with a new owner for the first time.”

When Aly left the hug, she grabbed Bi’s hand so she would get off the chair and come with us, but the brunette was pulled back as Bi refused to move.

“What’s wrong, Bi? We came here to get you home. Let’s go!”

“Sorry Aly, I can’t go.” She seemed genuinely apologetic.

It was at this moment the muscular woman from the entrance got to the door of this room and stared at us. “What’s going on here? Are these people bothering you, Bianca? They said they were here with you.”

“Don’t worry Iara, I’m not going anywhere without mistress's permission.” Bi answered the woman.

It genuinely surprised me to hear Bi calling someone by this high of a title. I stared at her in disbelief as she, in turn, looked at this Iara woman like we were a couple of inconveniences she was sorry to have brought into the house.

In my stunned bewilderment, I failed to notice yet another person had entered the room. A male voice came from the direction of the hall.

“What’s going on here, Iara? What’s all this noise?” The man came through the door, making it now two bodies that blocked our path back to the exit. He wore a simple plain shirt and some loose shorts. What drew my attention to his person however, was the leather choker he wore proudly around his neck. He glared at us with an intense look of defiance. Like he was daring us to try something.

Aly wordlessly interposed herself between the duo and Bi, and I stood in front of her as well.

“Guys, guys, there’s no need for any conflict here,” Bi said, still sitting, and starting to sound worried. “I know everyone here, and we can resolve this just fine. If mistress wants, they can leave and come back later, right? Isn’t that right, owner?” She looked at me, pleading with her eyes.

I considered her wish for a mere second, but then I decided to exert my powers as her owner. I turned to the duo at the entrance of this cinema room and defied them. “I came here to bring her back home, and I am not leaving without her in tow.”

“Neither am I.” Aly backed me up. Barbie nodded. Her mouth was full of popcorn again. Girl, this is a serious moment!

The woman leaned all her weight against the doorframe, blocking most of the path with her body, and gave us a cocky grin. The man seemed a bit less confident than her, perhaps she had more experience with combat or brawls, but his unwavering gaze still rested on us.

I didn’t know if this would lead to blows or not, but the tension in the room was getting palpable. I took a step towards them, Aly did too. They didn’t move closer, but they didn’t falter either. They knew they were blocking our only way out anyway. We would need to go through them if we wanted to leave.

Before we could do much else, however, yet another voice came from the hall. “What’s all this ruckus?!”

A pale and blonde woman came into the room. Judging by the way the duo got out of her way and showed their deference, it was safe to bet she was the so called “mistress” Bi had mentioned. She was shorter than me, had thin glasses on, had pink bangs on every tip of her hair, and was wearing a satin pajama suit, matching the color of her bangs and covering her whole body, from her neck to her ankles.

Another woman came up behind her, an asian young woman with a very sleepy look on her face,a loose shirt, and an impressive pair of breasts. Aly, Barbie, and I took a second away from the tension to marvel at such a sight. The toned woman at the door put an arm across the entrance, barring the younger woman to even enter this room. The act seemed very protective, but before I could gleam anything else, the woman with the bangs directed her questions at us.

“So? Who are you and what are you doing in my house?”

“I came to retrieve what’s mine.” I gave a confident step in her direction, but she was already walking around the room like… well, like she owned the place. Which she did. She put a sofa between us, rested her hands on top of it and continued her questioning.

“Oh, you mean my girlfriend?” She said it with smugness, with a sense of superiority.

Without taking my eyes off of hers, I asked, “Bi?”

“I’m sorry owner, I did say she was the love of my life. So of course I agreed to date her the first chance I got.”

“Owner, is it?” The woman with pink bangs asked. Then, without even waiting for a response, she vaulted over the couch and landed sitting on it, with her legs crossed one over the other and her hands resting on her lap. “Why don’t you sit down? I have a feeling we have some matters to discuss. My name is Sam, by the way.”

The other three people joined her, the man with an intense gaze and the sleepy asian girl each sat on either side of her, while the muscular woman named Iara stood behind her mistress, with her arms crossed.

I looked around the room and saw another couch of roughly the same size. I made sure to drag it against the wooden floor until it was sitting perfectly face to face with Sam. I saw her annoyed face and angered look as I scratched her floor, but she didn’t say anything. I sat, facing her, with a smirk on my face. Aly and Barbie sat on either side of me, but I noticed Bi hadn’t moved.

Sam seemed to have the same realization, which made her tell the cop, “You can move normally, dear. You can get up if you want.”

“Hm, thank you, mistress.” Bi said sheepishly, but stayed firmly in her place. Her couch was sitting perfectly in the middle between mine and Sam’s. She gave worried looks to people sitting on both sides.

Interesting… so this woman’s orders weren’t absolute. Bi really meant it when she said she wanted to stay. Whatever this woman had done to her, it made her want more. I wondered what the hell could it have been? Since Aly had come up from their jog in the park, took her leisurely time while showering, and the almost half hour that it took us to drive here, this woman had Bi in her clutches for an hour, maybe more.

“So,” Sam interrupted my musings with a question that blindsided me, “you have a contract too, right?”