Isabella

Isabella had just arrived from the gym in the basement, and stopped in the foyer when she noticed that Andrea was home. Rather than greet her, Isabella just stayed to watch for a moment. She admired Andrea's body, so unlike her own. And she definitely enjoyed the times she and Andrea would have sex together ... though she wasn't sure tonight would be the same.

A minute or so behind Isabella, a man emerged from the basement gym. He was Black, tall -- though not quite as tall as Isabella -- and at a glance, was probably a basketball player as well. "Iz, it's pretty late, can I crash here?"

Isabella turned to him and put a finger to her lips. "Sshh. Look." She pointed at Andrea, who hadn't shown any sign of noticing Isabella or her friend.

"Holy fuck, Iz," the man whispered. "Your roommate is like, finger fucking herself on the couch!"

"Derek." Isabella led him down the hallway and spoke quietly. "There's something you need to know about this house. I will explain this once, and then you can either stay or go, it's up to you."

"Uh, okay?" Derek was understandably confused. Isabella went on to explain the code, and then waited patiently for Derek's answer.

"So ... if I agree, I can just ... do anything? To you?"

"To me, to Andrea, to anyone here."

"So I could just grab your ass right now, and you wouldn't stop me."

"Try it."

Derek looked around like he was being pranked. He started to reach out a hand, and then pulled back. "Oh, come on."

"Try it."

He reached out a hand again, and lightly rested it on Isabella's back.

"That's not my ass." Isabella reached behind her, and slid Derek's hand down. He flinched slightly as his hand reached her butt. "That is my ass."

"And you're okay with this?"

"Absolutely."

"And ... I could just go over to your roommate and do the same?"

"Absolutely."

Derek took a few steps back toward the common area where Andrea was still in the throes of masturbation.

"If you make that choice," said Isabella, "then it's all in. You're one of us."