Flatterer, Pervert

They finally left the room that afternoon, still in their formal wear, though a little disheveled, and headed down to the lobby.

"Jen?"

They both turned around, and the girl who'd called out ran over to greet them, dropping the hand of the guy she'd been walking with.

Her name was Eve, sister of Helen, one of the girls from the old friend group. Nick didn't know her all that well, but he remembered running into her a few times back when he was still dating Monica.

She was a redhead, slim features, petite like her sister, barely any chest but a great ass, courtesy of the gym. She wore a casual summer dress and sandals.

"You look incredible," she said, grabbing Jennifer's hands and looking her up and down. "And that dress, oh my god."

"Versace," Jennifer added.

"NO WAY, OKAY, TELL ME EVERYTHING, RIGHT NOW."

Still the same unstoppable ball of energy Nick remembered, now in a grown woman's body.

"Well, we were out last night and ended up staying here..."

At the word "we," Eve's eyes finally landed on Nick, and the same thing happened that had already become routine but that Jennifer had never actually watched up close. Eve flipped instantly — from hyperactive chatterbox to barely a whisper, unable to look away from him. "Hi," she said shyly.

"I remember you — Eve, right?" Nick stepped closer to kiss her on both cheeks, leaving her practically breathless.

"You used to... used to date..."

"Monica, yeah, a long time ago now," he cut in smoothly, moving things along. "Life's funny like that, I guess," he said with a smile, kissing Jennifer's hand.

"Wow," Eve said, trying to sound surprised, though it came out sounding more like disappointment.

"And your friend?" Jennifer asked.

"Oh, right, that's Dan. It's, uh, our anniversary, and, you know, hotel and all that," she said, brushing it off — which clearly stung the guy, though he didn't say a word. She didn't seem to care either way.

"Well, if you don't mind, it's been a long couple of days and we're pretty tired," Nick said.

Jennifer added, "But we should meet up tomorrow to catch up — coffee?"

"Sure," Eve said simply, still unable to tear her eyes off Nick.

In the car, Jennifer leaned against his shoulder.

"I want her," she said finally.

"You want her?"

"I want her. I just watched her panties basically fall off looking at you, and now I can't stop picturing her begging you to fuck her senseless."

She started rubbing his crotch as he drove.

"So tiny, and you're so huge. You could do absolutely anything you wanted with her."

She unzipped him, pulled him out, and leaned over the center console to take him in her mouth. Nick kept driving for a bit, but couldn't take it anymore — he pulled onto the shoulder, put on the hazards, and pulled her on top of him, lifting her dress, pushing her thong aside, and sliding into her without hesitation.

"You're going to fuck her for me, aren't you? Tell me yes."

Nick just nodded, blind with lust. They came together again, having long since lost count of how many times over the past several hours.

Back at the house, they found Alex watching porn at full volume on the living room TV while riding Rose's face — Rose was lying flat on her back on the couch, legs spread, occasionally getting smacked between the legs, the sound wet enough to hear, and moaning into her ass in between.

"Living with your face glued to her ass, huh?" The moment Alex heard him, she jumped up and ran into his arms, devouring his mouth hungrily.

"God, where have you been all this time, Rose isn't even close to comparing to you."

Jennifer laughed behind him. "I missed you too," she teased.

Alex finally noticed her friend. "Whoa, that dress! Where were you two?"

"Dinner, then a night at the hotel," Jennifer answered.

"Without meee, why?" the blonde protested.

"I'll explain when you're older," Jennifer said, laughing. "I'm heading to bed, I'm exhausted. He's all yours."

Alex's face lit up.

They stayed in the living room so as not to wake Jennifer, fucking like animals under their servant's watchful eyes, finishing with anal — which had quickly become Alex's favorite, giving her the most intense orgasms and making her squirt like a fountain.

He left her on the couch, completely spent, and before heading out of the room, motioned for Rose to follow him.

He sat down on the stairs and looked at her seriously.

"No more games. I want you to answer me completely honestly. If you want to leave, get your house back, stop being our slave — you're free to do that, right here, right now, if that's what you want."

She dropped to her knees and started sobbing uncontrollably. "No, please, let me stay, I'll do anything you want, please."

"Easy," he said, thrown off by the reaction. "I don't want you to go. I just want to be sure this is really what you want." She nodded, wiping her tears. "So you're genuinely happy being treated like this?"

"I... well, I really deserve it, for everything terrible I used to say about you..." She paused for a moment — he'd asked for the truth. "The truth is..." It was hard for her to admit it. "The truth is I've always fantasized about being hit, about being abused, but I never told anyone... my father..." She didn't finish the sentence, and he had no interest in learning the details of her family's murky past.

Jennifer already knew, though — she really was remarkably perceptive, Nick thought.

"Okay. This is the last time we talk about this. Tomorrow we go back to master and slave. Last chance."

She shook her head firmly, no longer crying.

"Go help Alex get to bed."

With that final order given, he went upstairs, showered, and slipped quietly into Jennifer's room so as not to wake her, sliding into bed and gently wrapping an arm around her.

"How was the intensive session?" she murmured.

"Fine. She acts tough but she's out cold after four thrusts. Thought you were asleep."

"I try, but... I don't think I can sleep right without you here."

"Sorry about that."

She turned and kissed him. "Don't be. It's not your fault." He wasn't so sure about that.

"Still, I'll make sure I'm always here." That made her smile — he never got tired of that smile.

"You were right about Rose."

"I know."

"I asked her, straight up — no orders, no pressure — if she wanted to leave, get her house and her life back."

"And what'd she say?"

"She burst into tears, panicked — thought I was trying to get rid of her."

"Poor thing. I imagine if you tried to push me away, I'd fall apart too, no question."

"I wouldn't—" He wanted to say he'd never do that to her, but he'd already done something far worse, honestly. She didn't see it that way. He wasn't so sure he agreed.

"I know," she said, smiling at him — she knew exactly what was running through his head, and wanted him to see that everything was fine. "But just imagining it terrifies me."

"Well, in the end she calmed down and made it very clear she's happy as a clam with all of this."

"Told you."

"You did, and I should have believed you — you're exceptionally smart."

"Flatterer."

"Pervert."

They kissed once more and fell into a deep, restful sleep within minutes.