Feels Bad

"So, I did the dishes and you are now my **** huh?" you deadpan.

"W-well yes, master." She says while letting her arms fall back to her sides, but not making a move to close her robe. You ponder this for a moment while eying her naked boobs.

"Huh." You turn and head back towards Samantha's room, sticking your head in when you do. "So, I'm going to take your girlfriend as my sex **** now."

Samantha glances up from her phone and smiles. "Sweet, so I don't have to do the dishes?"

You blink at her a few times. "So you don't care that you might never see her again? I'm just gonna take her home and ravage her however I feel and you might not ever see her again?"

She just shrugs. "Sure, Ill miss her, but it was a fair trade." You take a deep breath before you simply just shake your head and start to head out to your car. "Fuck her good for me!" Samantha yells after you. You merely sigh. You reach for the doorknob, but you can't do it. Turning around, you almost run into Lindy, who is now fully naked and was right behind you.

"Whoa there," you cry, barely avoiding tackling her. "Ok, look this is going too far. All I did was the dishes. I can't just take you home for that. Don't you two love each other?"

"Well yes, of course," Lindy replied, striking a quizzical pose (which looked so nice with her naked). "But it's a fair trade." She shrugged. "Would you like a blowjob? Is that why you stopped?" she added, pointing at the bulge of my erect dick in my pants.

I powered past it. "At the very least, shouldn't you get some of your clothes? It's like 40 out; you'll freeze."

"Oh thank you, master," she enthused. "I was worried about that but you never said anything so I thought me freezing might get you off. Is there anything in particular you would like me to wear? I don't have many sexy outfits but I'm sure I can come up with something with some scissors if you want."

"Regular clothes are fine," I replied exasperatedly. The both of us went back into the house, she heading to her former room. I went back to Samantha, who was still on her phone. "Look, I really don't feel good about this," I opined to her. "You two are a great couple and I don't want to mess that up."

"It was a fair trade," Samantha said, face still buried in her phone. "You did something for her, she does something for you. I'm sure she would feel horrible going back on her deal now," she added, finally putting the phone down. "Look, I have some laundry to do, so could you head out? Thanks for the help."

"Oh my god, you really think this is reasonable? I did some dishes and now Lindy is my ****? What if I did your laundry? Would you be my sex **** too?"

"Sure," she replied, shoving the clothes basket at me. "Oh, don't forget to grab my sheets too, they are a bit messy from fucking you earlier."