Making new friends

Round 4 - Saturday - Isla's date

Isla woke up with her head pounding. She rolled over and saw Yaz just waking up. “Oh my God what happened? Why does my head hurt so much.”

Yaz laughed, “It's called a hangover. You had a bit too much last night I guess.”

Isla groaned. Stupid human body. She never had to deal with this when she had magic. “How do I make it stop?” She asked Yaz.

“You don't. Just time and rehydration. Have something to drink, have breakfast. You'll be ok.”

Isla groaned, “Ok. Thanks. By the way, looks like you had fun last night too? Your ‘damsel is distress’?”

Yaz shook her head, “Nope. Lost a bet with Ciela over a board game. In this for 24 hours. Speaking of my predicament, do you think you could dress me? I don't own any clothes but my wardrobe can make a Jasmine cosplay for me to wear.”

Isla grunted and got out of bed. She stumbled over to the wardrobe, then looked at Yaz. “So I just think of what I want and open it?”

Yaz nodded, “Yes that's all.”

Isla was tempted to mess up on purpose, but decided to spare Yaz more trouble. She summoned the proper outfit and helped Yaz dress. Then they headed up to the dining room.

They found Trinity there, wearing a straightjacket. Stephanie was sitting beside her cutting up pancakes and feeding her. Beatriz and Sarah sat across from them.

“Hey Beatriz, where's your other half?” Yaz asked.

Beatriz chuckled, “He's sleeping off last night with Mali. That little fucktoy sure knows how to push his buttons.”

Isla sat down beside Sarah, “And where's Jenny? Maybe she's as hungover as me?

Sarah laughed, “Oh no. Poor Isla. No, Jenny's probably just sleeping. We didn't drink that much last night, or maybe you and Alexandra just celebrated too hard after we left.”

Isla thought back to last night, it was true her and Alexandra kept drinking after Sarah and Jenny left. She couldn't quite remember the whole thing. Wait, did she kiss Alexandra? That wouldn't make sense, right?

Isla shook it off, “Ya I guess we did,” she noticed Yaz hadn't picked a seat yet, “Yaz, sit beside me. I'll feed you, if you are comfortable with that.”

Trinity snorted, “Give her some milk.”

Isla groaned, “No cow jokes right now. Please. My head hurts too much for that. I can't think straight enough to come up with a retort.”

Trinity giggled, “Sorry. That was _udderly _awful of me. You sure set me straight. I hope you _cow _forgive me.”

“Ok, who taught Trinity puns? And why did you do such a bad job of it?” Beatriz asked.

Trinity just stuck out her tongue at Beatriz, but then she turned to Stephanie, “Hey Stephanie, why don’t you go help Yaz instead. Let Isla recover from her big night. She has a date to plan today after all.”

Stephanie nodded and moved over to help Yaz. Isla slid down one seat to make room. “Oh fuck. I do have to plan a date. What’s the point, I’m getting eliminated either way.”

“Not necessarily. Look, it's your date night. Just fuck Eric senseless. Get as close as you can to 100 VP. There’s always those tattoos, plus the best girl vote, plus the final challenge. You can do it.” Beatriz tried to encourage her.

“Argh, you really think so? Maybe. Ok, I’m going to stuff my face and take a nap, then I’ll go find Eric.” Isla dug into the breakfast Fifi had brought her and tried thinking of what to do.

Valerie woke up and looked at Eric. They were both still naked, but had managed to get under the covers before passing out. She’d told him to fuck her all night and it sure felt like he did. Even now she was still sore and she could feel dried semen crusty all over her body. She pulled herself out of bed and over to the bathroom. Turning the shower on she tried to step into the stream but found herself unable to. “Fuck, do I really need his permission to wash all this off?” She said aloud.

Then she felt Eric’s arms wrap around her, “Of course, magic dick remember. You have permission to wash it all off.”

She smiled and pulled him in with her. “Ok, but just a shower ok. My pussy is going to be sore for a week after last night.”

“Of course, just a shower. Here, let me wash you.” To Valerie’s surprise he didn’t just focus on her tits, he patiently washed her hair and then worked his way down her body. He did give her breasts a little extra attention, but he still left her wanting more.

When she was clean she returned the favour, paying special attention to his dick. On a whim she knelt down and took his dick in her mouth. “I thought you said no sex?” He asked her.

She winked at him and kept going. She did her best to take his whole length in her mouth. Soon she felt his hand on the back of her head holding her down as he came in her mouth. She struggled but managed to swallow it all. She pulled off as he let go of her and she looked up at him, “Maple flavoured really?”

Eric grinned down at her, “What? It’s almost breakfast.”

Valerie just shook her head and stood up and rinsed her mouth out in the shower. Then they both got dressed and headed downstairs for breakfast.

They were sitting at a table eating the hotel breakfast and sipping coffee, “Well I suppose I should get you back to the yacht, it wouldn’t be good to pay Isla back for her help yesterday by hogging you on her date night.”

Eric shrugged, “It may be her date night, but it’s still all my time. I want to spend it with you right now.”

Valerie blushed and took a sip of her coffee to mask it. “Ok, then we should take a stroll through Central Park before we go. I’ll send Isla a text and make sure she doesn’t have anything big planned.”

Valerie pulled out her phone to text Isla. She was surprised by Isla’s reply, ‘Yes please keep him busy. Too hungover. Thanks.’

“Ok, Isla wants us to have fun,” she told Eric, “Hurry up and finish your breakfast. You’re such a slow eater.”

“Or you eat too fast. Did you even enjoy it?” Eric teased her, “Actually this hotel breakfast isn’t worth savouring, I’m all done here. Let’s go.” He finished his coffee and stood up, offering his hand. Valerie took it and he led her out of the hotel. “Shall we walk or take a taxi?”

Valerie thought for a moment, then raised her arm to hail a cab, “It seems silly to take a taxi just so you can walk, but it will save us a lot of time.” Eric nodded and got into the cab with her.

Alexandra’s head hurt. She’d had way too much to drink last night. After Sarah and Jenny had excused themselves, her and Isla had kept the party going. She supposed it was the ****, but Isla had actually seemed really cool last night. She’d even kissed her. Why had she done that? She couldn’t really remember why now, she was trying to tease her maybe. It was pointless for her to pursue physical relationships outside of Eric after all.

She looked over, Jenny, Marcos and Mali were still asleep. She was surprised she was up first, but maybe it was her dehydration waking her up. She slipped out of the bed and crawled over to her closet. Her deal with Ciela was over, she could finally wear boots again. She looked over her choices, she briefly considered her horny boots, but eventually selected her original ballet boots. She found her phone and texted Isla, ‘Hey you up? Are we leaving NYC today? I wanted to go into the city.’

Isla replied right away, ‘No. Go have fun.’

Perfect, she headed upstairs. She bumped into Beatriz on the staircase, “Hey Alexandra, is Marcos still asleep?”

“Ya. Those two didn’t even stir when I got up. What did you do to him last night?”

Beatriz laughed, “Not me. Well, I guess I gave the orders. It turns out **** Mali really is insatiable. You heading up for breakfast? The others are there, but I don’t need to eat anymore so I was coming to check on Marcos.”

“No, I was going to head into the city, you want to come with me?”

Beatriz nodded, “Ya. Sure. I’ll send Marcos a message letting him know where I went. Do you need breakfast?”

“Nah, I’ll get something in the city. It’s too bad, I grew up here, well, in the Bronx. I think I could still remember my way around my old neighbourhood, but I’ve completely forgotten Manhattan. Still, I remember New York makes the best bagels, so that’s what I want for breakfast.”

Alexandra and Beatriz made their way off the boat. An odd sight for sure, one of them was completely nude except for a purse and ballet boots. The other was topless with yoga pants on. Both women seemed confident in their state of undress, but still attracted quite a bit of attention. Even if everyone knew it was legal and acceptable for them to be that way, it was still a sight to behold.

Alexandra didn’t have to walk far to find her bagel, which she paid for with BP -> USD on her phone.

Alexandra 7000 BP -> 6990

Alexandra and Beatriz then just wandered around, with no particular destination. Alexandra hoped that something, anything would feel familiar, but nothing did. Finally she asked Beatriz to accompany her to the Bronx, so they hopped on the D train with another BP purchased.

_Alexandra 7000 BP -> 6980- - - - - -

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Marcos finally woke up. He opened his eyes to see Mali staring at him. ‘What are you doing?’ Is what he tried to say, but nothing came out. He didn’t have permission to speak after all.

She grinned at him, “Oh no, cat got your tongue? Before you passed out last night Beatriz gave me one last command. She said not to give you permission to speak, and not to let Jenny give you permission, unless you ate me out. Of course, since I’m a **** you could just order me to give you permission. Except you can't speak and Beatriz locked your arms behind you again.”

Marcos only then realized his hands were cuffed together and locked to his collar. Fuck, Beatriz had got him this time. He struggled to sit up with his arms behind him and looked at Jenny. She’d woken up too and grinned at him. “Dude, I’ll give you permission to speak. Don’t care about Beatriz’ orders. Just unlock this chastity belt. I’ll even release your arms.”

Marcos was tempted, but he shook his head.

“Oh, too bad,” Jenny reached up and pinched one of his nipples, “Are you planning on shrinking these anytime? I think you might actually have a larger cup size than me now, even if mine are still slightly larger. You are just so tiny, I think you might be 50% boob now.”

Of course Jenny was exaggerating, his tits had gotten even larger but they weren’t that big. Still, she had a point. He had kept them for Beatriz, but they were becoming a nuisance. He looked over to Mali, and he shook his head again. He wasn’t going to give in to her deal either.

“Mali, I think he is refusing to pay you back for last night.”

Mali grinned, “I am just a ****, I have no need to be paid back. Of course, he is refusing the wishes of his Mistress. I physically cannot refuse my Master, but if I could, I would expect him to punish me.”

“Hmm maybe we should punish him on Beatriz’ behalf, what do you think Marcos?” Jenny grinned wickedly, “On second thought, I think we should just help Beatriz out. Let’s go tell the others not to give him permission until Beatriz ok’s it.”

Jenny and Mali raced out the door. Marcos tried to call after them, but failed. He was even slow getting up with his arms behind him and by the time he made it upstairs everyone else refused to give him permission to speak. Marcos looked around for Beatriz but nobody knew where she was. He shrugged and sat down at the table. He realized he couldn't actually feed himself like this. Rather than help free him, Stephanie sat down beside him and seemed to be offering to feed him. Reluctantly he nodded, so Stephanie ended up feeding her third person today.

Isla was sitting in the sunroom with Mali. The others were still in the dining room but Isla had come here to get away from the noise. For whatever reason Mali had decided to follow her in the absence of any other instruction.

“So you are happy even though you are eliminated? I feel like my elimination won’t be as nice.”

Mali beamed at her, “Of course I am happy. I believe happiness is built in after all. As long as the Master is happy, I am happy. And the Master got a lot of action last night, just ask Stephanie. Is there anything I can do to serve you?”

Isla groaned, “Sure. Cure my hangover.”

“Did you try your phone? You can probably buy a cure with BP.”

Isla had not checked her phone, which was pretty dumb considering it had been her idea in the first place. Sure enough, ‘Cure Hangover -100 BP’, it was even cheap.

Isla 30147 BP -> 30047 BP

Instantly she felt better, she smiled at Mali, “Wow, fuck me I’m dumb. Should have been my first thought. Thanks, I owe you. What can I do for you?”

Mali grinned, “Well we could have sex. Be really rough with me, use me like a fucktoy.”

Before Isla could respond Trinity entered with Marcos, “As fun as that sounds I wanted to borrow Mali. Isla, if you don’t mind?”

Isla looked at Trinity, “Oh ya. No problem. Sorry Mali, I was going to turn you down anyway.”

Mali shrugged, “That’s ok. Now I get a three way instead, even more fun.”

Trinity laughed, “No sorry. I need your brain, not your body. Oh, well your hands I guess, but nothing dirty.”

Mali pouted but got up to follow Trinity, “Of course Mistress. I live to serve.”

The trio departed leaving Isla alone. She really had to plan something for her date. Spending the day on the yacht fucking wasn’t really an option, it was her own idea to punish contestants for lazy dates after all. She knew Ciela loved her, but she wouldn’t go easy on her.

Fuck, this should be easy. She learned everything about him for this show when vetting him as a Master. She knew exactly what she liked. Except she knew he also didn’t really want to do those things with her.

Since she had her phone out she decided to buy the reality adjustment she’d been saving for. Now it would be perfectly normal and acceptable for her to be milked anytime, anywhere, including her baring her breasts at any time. Even though it cost her almost everything she had, it would be worth it to solve a lifelong problem. She knew they wouldn’t have access to this app after the show ends and would be stuck with however the world perceives them.

Isla 30047 BP - 47 BP

Despite her rational brain telling her not to, she felt the itch to solve her problem with her magic die. She continued to think it was a bad idea but somehow her legs propelled her downstairs to her room and she found herself holding it. “Just set it down Isla, don’t wish for anything.” She told herself. Still she held onto it. “Fuck it. I wish I had a good plan and everything I need to execute it for a date with Eric that would also get me lots of VP.” It was vague, but apparently not too difficult. She’d only need an 11 to win. She threw the die and closed her eyes. When she opened them she saw she’d rolled a 20. Wow, her luck was finally turning around. She suddenly felt information flood into her brain. She had an itinerary, tickets, ideas for getting VP, and even who she should invite, all thrust into her brain.

She saw some clothes and a bag lying on the bed. She threw on the pants and tank top, cow print of course, and grabbed the bag and hurried to the deck. She was only a little surprised to find Susan waiting in the helicopter already.

“Where too?” Susan asked.

“Central Park. We’ll meet Eric and Valerie there.” She got in and looked through the bag as Susan took off and headed into the city.

Stephanie examined her poster board. There just weren’t enough words on here to convey her message to Yaz. Yaz had asked her to watch a movie with her and she’d agreed, but really did not want to watch another Disney animation movie with her. Unfortunately words like ‘Disney’ or ‘animation’ weren’t on the list.

She tried pointing to ‘No’ every time Yaz suggested a movie, but Yaz just kept suggesting other Disney movies. She knew Yaz was a bit crazy when it came to Disney movies, but this woman had been a brilliant lawyer, she must have figured it out by now.

“Okay, how about Robinhood? It’s a classic.”

Stephanie pointed to ‘No’.

“Okay then, something newer? Encanto?”

Stephanie pointed to ‘No’.

“Ok, that’s too new huh, how about Mulan?”

Stephanie put her hands on her hips and Yaz burst out laughing, “Sorry. I know you don’t want to watch any Disney films, but I need to get some **** for you helping Ciela win last night. Ok, maybe a compromise? It’s still animated, but it’s not Disney. What about Across the Spider-Verse, or wait, have you seen the first one?”

Stephanie looked at her board, she pointed, ‘No. Watch. Now.”

Yaz smiled, “Ok, you can’t use the menu can you? The remote is voice activated, just hold that button near me and I’ll order it up.”

Stephanie settled back to watch the movie with Yaz. She always felt some internal compulsion to be serving the others, but somehow sitting her with Yaz scratched that itch. She supposed that Yaz must feel lonely, even among all these people. Like Stephanie, Yaz hadn’t done as much to connect with the others as maybe they should have. Yaz snuggled into her as the movie began.

Mali was busy typing away with Trinity and Marcos standing over her shoulder. She was a little disappointed that Trinity had given Marcos permission to speak, but at least she had threatened to take it away if he asked Mali to free him.

She was teaching Trinity programming, at least the little bit she knew. Trinity had been wildly successful as a programmer in her time travel simulation date so she felt she should be able to learn it easily. Mali wasn’t the best teacher perhaps, but she did know some basic coding.

Marcos had dabbled in coding too, and while he didn’t know Java, he did know enough basic principles of programming to be helpful. Trinity was trying to create an app for Stephanie to use. The text to voice would have to come later, but just generating common words on a screen was pretty easy.

Mali had been working at it for hours, and something was coming together. Trinity really did have some intuitive way to understand programming and with her ideas and Mali’s knowledge they had actually built something. If it worked as Trinity designed it, Stephanie would be able to scroll through words ranked from most common to least common. As she used it it would reorder the list based on words she used most often. At least it would once it was all ready.

“Wow, Mali. This is amazing. Oh, I have another great idea. Let’s get Sarah to record the words, then it will actually be Stephanie’s own voice speaking once we add the voice to text.”

Mali frowned, “Hmm. That’s true. Except it would be a lot faster and easier to just use an existing library.”

Trinity shook her head, “Nope. I’ve decided. Ok I’m going to go find Sarah. It’s going to take a long time to record all those words. Mali, thanks so much for getting this started. I know I could have just waited, but I really wanted to get started."

“Of course. I mean I am magically compelled to obey, but also I would have done this for you anytime, even before the collar."

Trinity smiled and Mali, then looked over at Marcos, "Ok Marcos do you want to keep the ability to speak, or lose it but get your hands freed?”

Marcos thought for a moment, “Free my hands.”

Trinity grinned, “Ok. Mali please free his hands. Marcos you no longer have permission to speak. Mali, when you are done there can you get the door for me? I’m a little tied up right now.”

Marcos scowled but seemed happy to have his hands in front of him again. Mali and Trinity headed out together leaving Marcos alone in his room.

Sarah watched the ball come over the net, she bumped it to Jenny. Jenny set it and she ran up and jumped and smacked it across the net. The girl on the other side dove for it but missed.

“Great shot Sarah! You never told me you played volleyball.”

Sarah shrugged, “I didn’t. You saw me before, I had the athletic ability of a snail. This is all Stephanie.”

“Don’t give her the credit. You might have her height and fitness, but those killer instincts are all yours. Come on, let’s finish them off.”

The pier they had docked at happened to have a beach volleyball court beside it. Jenny had remarked that she was already dressed appropriately for it, so when they saw two girls playing by themselves she had suggested they go over to challenge them.

Luckily these girls were just there to have fun, and they were on par with Sarah and Jenny’s skill. After a few more rallies Jenny was pooped and needed a break, “Wow that was a blast, but I’m gassed.” She said as she sat down on the sand.

The two girls crossed under the net and sat down with Sarah beside Jenny. They had introduced themselves at the start of the game as Nia and Riley.

“You two are pretty good,” Nia said, “Do you live around here? We need some new players for our women's rec league.”

Jenny grinned, “No. We’re actually just visiting. That’s our boat there.” She pointed at the yacht.

Sarah could see the two girls' jaws practically hit the ground, “What? That’s your boat? That’s like, a yacht. I mean, like a yacht yacht.” said Riley.

“Well it’s not ours, it belongs to…well…it’s complicated.” Sarah didn’t really know how to explain it.

Jenny had no such issues, “It’s not that complicated. We’re both part of the owner’s Harem. Sarah and I are engaged, but we also fool around with the owner. There’s a bunch of other women on the boat too.”

Nia and Riley stared at Jenny, then burst out laughing, “Good one Jenny. What’s the real story?”

Sarah decided to step in before Jenny scared them off, “We really are engaged, but our friend Eric owns the yacht. We’ve been sailing with him and some other friends for a while now. There’s a bunch of guest rooms on board, it’s a pretty big boat.”

“Wow. Can we see it?” Nia asked.

Sarah looked at Jenny nervously, but Jenny just smiled, “Of course. Oh, first, I am pretty sure Eric and Valerie are still out on their date, but you might see some of the other girls. Let’s just say you might see a little bit of nudity or other inappropriate things.”

Nia laughed, “I’m sure it can’t be worse than that frat party we were at last week. At least it sounds like there’s no guys aboard to flash their dicks at us.”

Sarah smiled, “No. No dicks aboard, but you may very well be flashed.”

Riley looked a bit hesitant, but Nia, like Jenny, was just too excited. Nia and Jenny hurried forward onto the boat with Riley and Sarah following.

Jenny led them up to the main deck and started to give a tour, “That’s the helipad, the copter must be off getting Eric or something. There’s two pools here, up there is where the pilot guides it from. Follow me here,” She stepped into the sunroom, “This is the sunroom. Through there is the dining room. Downstairs are all the bedrooms and…” Just then Trinity and Mali burst into the room.

Trinity was wearing a straightjacket of course, and Mali was totally naked. “Sarah there you are, I need your help with something.” It took Trinity a moment to recognize there were visitors, “Oh. Sorry. I didn’t see you there. Hi! I’m Trinity, I’d shake your hand, but well, you know.”

Riley looked nervous, “Is this some kind of weird sex thing?”

Jenny waved off her concerns, “Oh no. She lost a bet. Oh and Mali there is a ****, no big deal. Trinity, this is Nia and Riley, we met them playing volleyball.”

Sarah was surprised but it made sense, Nia and Riley really didn’t seem to care about Mali. She was just a **** after all. Riley was a bit weirded out, but Nia seemed fascinated by the straightjacket. “Do you mind if I touch the jacket?” she asked Trinity.

“No, not at all. You can see it’s super secure, I can’t get out at all. Oh, just please don’t touch my hair.”

Nia felt the jacket and then pulled away blushing, “Sorry. I should leave you alone.”

Trinity didn’t seem bothered in the slightest, “Let me guess, a boyfriend tied you up once and you are curious about trying it again?”

Nia shook her head, “No. No boyfriend.”

“Ah. Girlfriend.” Trinity smiled.

Nia blushed again, “No! Nobody. Just…curious. That’s all.”

Riley seemed to come out of her shell a bit, seeing her friend flustered, “She means porn. She watches bondage porn.”

“Riley!” Nia cried, but she didn’t deny it.

“Oh. We could show you our dungeon!” Trinity suggested. Sarah stomped her foot. No way she was letting Trinity take this girl downstairs. They didn’t need that much attention on them, or to freak her out even more. Trinity got the idea, “Actually, that might be too advanced for a beginner.” She turned and whispered something to Mali. Mali nodded and ran back downstairs. “So you two live around here?” Trinity asked the visitors.

“Ya. We’re in our 1st year at NYU law school.” Nia answered for both of them.

“Oh cool. Actually Eric, the owner, is a lawyer. You might have heard of him, Eric Stuart.”

Nia didn’t seem to recognize the name, but Riley did, “Wait, Really? Nia, remember he was on the cover of that magazine I just got.”

Nia snickered, “Oh ya. You said he was hot.”

Riley blushed and Jenny laughed. Then Mali returned carrying a bag.

“Okay, so the dungeon might be too **** for a newbie, but I had Mali bring you some things. Feel free to try them on, or just hold on to them. You can ever put them on me or Mali if you want. Or I’m sure Sarah would volunteer too.” Trinity explained to them.

Nia took the bag and sat down on the couch. The first thing she pulled out was a red ball gag. “Fuck this is huge, how do you even wear this?”

Jenny took it from her, “Here. I’ll show you. Sarah…” Sarah rolled her eyes but went over to Jenny and opened her mouth. Jenny pushed the gag in and buckled it. “See, this is actually a rather small gag. There’s a spot here for a padlock, but right now Sarah could remove it on her own if she wanted to. Go ahead Sarah, try saying, “I love you Jenny, light of my life.”

Sarah rolled her eyes again, “Hmhmg”

Nia looked at Sarah fascinated, “Wow. Riley, want to try one?”

Riley shook her head, “No way. Though if you wanted to shut yourself up that’s fine by me. We should buy one for you and maybe I could get some studying done sometime.”

Nia just smiled and reached back into the bag. She pulled out a pair of handcuffs. These weren’t the pink fuzzy cuffs she’d seen in movies, these looked real. Jenny took them from her, “These cuffs use a small key, right here,” She pulled the key off, “They snap on easily, like this.” Jenny snapped the cuffs on Nia’s wrists before she could protest. Then she tossed the key to Riley, who caught it.

“Hey!” Nia cried out, but she didn’t try to take the key from Riley. “This feels kinda weird.” She said looking down at her wrists. She reached into the bag and pulled out one more thing. It was a pair of nipple clamps. “Oh no, I can’t try these.”

Trinity giggled, “That’s ok. You don’t have to try anything you don’t want to. They actually don’t hurt as much as you think, I’d show you, but well, my nipples aren’t available right now. Oh, I know. Jenny, since you volunteered Sarah, maybe you should try them.”

Jenny grumbled, “Or we could use Mali.”

They were all surprised when Riley said, “I’d like to try them.” Before anyone could say anything she pulled off her sports bra and grabbed the clamps. She hesitated for a moment and then put them on. “Fuck that does hurt.”

“I said it doesn’t hurt as much as you think, not that it's painless. You’ll get used to it.” Trinity explained.

Sarah watched as Riley let go of her breasts and just stared down at the clamps. She seemed to be doing alright. “That’s all that’s in the bag?” Nia almost sounded disappointed.

“I didn’t want to overwhelm you. If you want to get into bondage, just make sure you do it with someone you trust. Actually you are probably nuts for coming aboard our yacht and playing with us, but for next time, be careful. Right now I can’t possibly free myself, and if I didn’t have all my friends around, this could be dangerous.”

Nia nodded, “Ya. Thanks.” Nia suddenly blushed bright red and Sarah could only imagine what she was thinking about, “Actually maybe this is enough for today. Thank you so much. Umm, Sarah, Jenny, you want to play another game?”

Sarah unbuckled the gag and pulled out the ball, “Sure, but Trinity what did you want me for?”

Trinity smiled, “Oh, I guess it can wait. Why don’t I come watch, it would be nice to get off the boat. Mali go grab a bikini and put it on, then you can help me outside.”

Sarah saw Mali disappear, she knew she hated wearing clothes but Trinity probably had the right idea. People might not call the police over Mali being naked, but they wouldn’t be happy either.

Riley removed her clamps and put her top back on, and undid Nia’s cuffs. Nia put all the bondage gear into the bag and took it with her at Jenny’s instance. Soon they were playing another set with Trinity and Mali watching and shouting encouragement at both sides.

“So this is where you grew up huh?” Beatriz asked Alexandra.

Alexandra was beaming, “Yes. I totally remember this area. I guess they really didn’t take everything from me. Oh, yes my old dance studio is just around the corner.” She grabbed Beatriz’ hand and pulled her along.

Soon the two women were standing in front of a rather run down studio. “Do you want to go inside?” Beatriz asked.

Alexandra shrugged, “I don’t know. Wouldn’t that be weird? I am naked.”

“Fuck that, who cares. Let’s go.” Now it was Beatriz who grabbed Alexandra’s hand and led her inside.

It was a small studio, just a small reception area and then one open space for dancing. There weren’t any classes at that moment, just a single old man sitting at the desk doing paperwork. He looked up when he saw them, “Hello? Can I help you?”

Alexandra hesitated, but Beatriz didn’t, “Oh hi. My friend Alexandra here used to dance here when she was a kid, she just wanted to show me where she first started dancing.”

The man looked over at Alexandra, “Oh, you were one of my students were you? I don’t recognize you, I’m sorry.”

“It was a long time ago. I used to love coming here, but my dad just wasn’t able to pay anymore. One day he told me he just couldn’t afford it anymore and pulled me out.”

The old man scratched his head, “Alexandra….Alexandra…you are Frank Fontana’s girl right?”

“Oh ya. That’s my dad.”

“Good man. I don’t know if he ever told you the truth, but he actually never paid for any of your dance lessons.”

Alexandra was confused, “Huh? What do you mean? I definitely danced here.”

The old man smiled, “No, I know. I remember you know. Frank came to me once and told me his daughter wanted to dance but he couldn’t afford the fees. He asked if there was anything he could do to get you in. He got on his knees and begged me, I couldn’t resist. I ended up letting you in for free, I told him if you were passionate you could stay, but if you goofed off that would be it. Well, as you know you didn’t goof off. You were a great student. Unfortunately I fell on hard times and I had to tell Frank I needed your spot for a paying customer, I was in danger of losing my business. I’m very sorry, I hope you were able to keep dancing eventually.”

Alexandra gave a weak smile, “I never knew that. It must have been hard for him to beg, he was a proud man. I…” Beatriz could see she was struggling with telling him the harsh truth, or glossing over her life since then, “...I actually think I’ve become quite the dancer. I could show you, if you’d like.”

The old man agreed and Alexandra took off her boots and walked to the center of the room. Beatriz hadn’t seen her walk barefoot in, well, ever, but she supposed since it was part of a dance performance she was able to do it. If Alexandra showed any hesitation about dancing nude, she didn’t show it. She went into a routine slowly, and drew them both in her movements.

If you’d asked Beatriz before she’d have told you she had no interest in going to the ballet, but something about the way Alexandra moved just spoke to her soul. The strength, the balance, the poise she showed off, Beatriz knew she could never match it. Alexandra twirled and jumped and raised herself onto her toes and Beatriz couldn’t help but smile.

Eventually it was over and Alexandra faced her audience and bowed. Beatriz immediately clapped but the old man was silent. Beatriz was worried it hadn’t seemed as good to a professional as it had to her but as she looked at the old man she realized there was no need to worry.

A tear ran down his face. He looked up at Alexandra, “That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing your art with me. I don’t think I have ever seen someone move so elegantly. Where did you practice? You must have been able to get into another school. You must be dancing professionally now, are you back home for a show?”

Alexandra shook her head, “It’s…um, complicated. I’m not dancing professionally right now, but I do plan on auditioning when I get the chance.”

The man smiled, “It would be a shame to waste your talents, you must get back out there. Actually here…” The man ran to his desk and wrote something on a piece of paper. “This is the contact info for Lily Washburn, she was one of my best students many years ago, but now she works at the New York City Ballet. Give her a call, tell her I gave you her number. She might be able to help you out.”

Alexandra took the number like it was made of gold, “Thank you so much.” She threw his arms around him in a big hug. He hadn’t appeared to be bothered by her nudity before, but he definitely noticed now as she pressed her breasts into his chest. Beatriz could see the man blushing, like he’d suddenly noticed she was naked.

“Yes…well…I am sorry I couldn’t support you more when you were a child. I am glad things worked out.”

Alexandra looked like she was going to shed a tear too, so Beatriz stepped in, “Thank you so much for letting her come back here. Alexandra let me get your boots for you, yes here put them on. We should be going right, we have to get back.”

Alexandra put the boots on, “Yes, you’re right. Thanks again.”

The two of them left the studio. Alexandra hugged Beatriz, “Thanks for bringing me here. It means alot to me.”

Beatriz grinned and took the opportunity to grope Alexandra, “No problem. That’s what friends are for. So what do you want to do now?”

Alexandra smiled, “Let’s just head back to the boat. I am getting used to being naked, but it’s still exhausting feeling all these eyes on me all the time.”

“Sure, whatever you want.” Beatriz grabbed her hand and they headed back to the metro station.