Room #2

Nika swiftly removes the chain with practiced grace as she stops Colin just after she entered where he stopped moving with his head hung low. “Drop your clothes in the chute and go to Room 2.”

Panic swept over Colin’s face as he shifted agitated on his feet as he whimpered, “but, Mistress, I’ve done so much, I shouldn’t have to...”

“SILENCE,” Nika barked out to him. “I will NOT be talked to with such insolence. I told you to go to #2 and that is what you are doing. End of discussion. When you get there, you will find the remaining outfit that was not used by my revelers earlier tonight. For now, put the clothes away and go.” Seeing a quivering of lip as he hesitates, she continued, “NOW!”

Petulantly, Colin opened a small swiveling door in the wall that resembled an old dump waiter and put his clothes in it as they disappeared into darkness before he closed the door. The now naked man then looked at Nika and the other two women, and then bit his lip and appeared to almost waddle off down the hall, with the occasional small sniffle.

As his bare feet padded down the marble hall, Nika turned to her two guests, “ladies, have a seat,” gesturing to her couches. Seeing the two women unmoving, Nika held their gaze sternly and raised an eyebrow as she cocked her head to the side.

Molly grasped her partner’s hand, and nervously said, “we can stay for a moment.” Holding her close, she guided Vyki over to a catch and sat down cautiously not taking her eyes off of Nika.

Seeing her guests get comfortable and finally hearing the door down the hall slam shut, Nika sat down with a heavy sigh. “I’m sorry you’ve had to do deal with his... issues,” Nika said softly trying to find the words to explain. “How did he come to be in your home?”

“He’s actually grew up with ou..my son,” Molly volunteered. “My kids were stranded at college by the blizzard up North, and he was kind enough to drive them down here with them.” Molly sighed herself, “that was actually a kind surprise we were elated for.”

“And you were in town visiting for the holidays?” Nika asked Vyki. Which garnered a cautious nod from Vyki. “And the sexy attire...?”

“She had helped out Miss H at the club for their charity benefit,” Molly again interjected.

“I thought that looked familiar!” Nika said with a conspiratorial grin. “That explains the undergarment situation too, I suppose.” Vyki started to open her mouth to argue that she didn’t have anything to do with the pictures and didn’t loose her panties there, but then explaining about her rendezvous with Daddy in this venue didn’t seem advantageous and just let the assumption lie unanswered as she bowed her head quietly.

“Oh, no judgement here deary,” Nika said, “I’ve known to tease mean too with a glance at my garden, and as mutually enjoyable as the visual exchange is, it is never an open invitation for contact.”

Nika then looks longingly down the hall Colin had disappeared to. “I genuinely worry about that boy. I’ve tried to spur him towards honest counseling as this is anything but proper therapy for someone in his situation, but he’s been anything but consistent about it.”

“His situation?” Vyki asked, knowing he came from a very rich family.

“Oh, yes,” Nika says turning her attention to Vyki. “Don’t let his bravado, witted charm, or expensive trinkets fool you; that man is a broken little boy at the core.”

Seeing Vyki’s questioning look, Nika took the mantle to explain what assuredly her nephew’s family was well aware of. “He’s mother died in a tragic accident at a pivotal age for him when he was younger. His father was often absent on some major client or case, and his mother had simply doated on him making her the fraternal absence was not really missed. Unfortunately, with her passing, Colin found himself in a void of nannies and hired help looking after him as his father largely drew into his work rather than caring for his only son. However, he finally realized he needed a companion, and the boy could use a motherly figure, and a string of trophy wives came through his life right as the boy was hitting adolescence.” Nika glanced down the hallway wistfully to ensure he wasn’t returning yet, “having only fleeting memories of unconditional love supplanted by a string of examples of unrealistic standards with no substance left the boy struggling to find any sort of fulfilling relationship all while longing for what his core knew to be possible.”

As she explained it, key moments of Paul seeing Colin dropped off by an expensive sedan or nameless model sitting in the stands at a baseball game focusing more on her nails than her charge suddenly clicked into place for Vyki.

“This is by no means an excuse for his behavior, but I do worry that I’m merely providing a crutch to the broken limb he refuses to have addressed.” Nika then looks to the duo with honest compassion, “I will try to discipline and get through his head how he will need to improve, but with your knowledge of his life and this general lifestyle, would you be willing to offer some assistance straddling his worlds?” Seeing the concern, she jumps in, “I would only even consider that if he genuinely shows a will & desire to fix himself and find professional counseling. I just worry about the babe in the woods being corrupted in absence of care.”

“What... sort of... assistance would you be looking for?” Molly asked tentatively looking at Vyki and then back to Nika.

“Oh, nothing of a bent nature. More just someone I can assign him to assist or learn from as part of a healing & growing practice that is aware of the true nature & purpose of the tasks, as well as someone who is willing to provide the proper criticism and communication with me.” Looking to Vyki, “are you going to be in town for a few days? I’d like to offer him a chance to correct his actions if he shows the proper respect and learning.”

Vyki looked at Molly nervously, “well, I’m not sure. It was just for the holiday adn family, so...”

“Fair enough,” Nika interjects to Vyki’s languid and evasive response, “its a big if he even does show genuine remorse and actions, so it is likely to not be an issue, but if he does and you’re still in town, I look forward to you receiving a genuine reprieve.” Nika didn’t even give Vyki a chance to accept or respond before she asked, “you don’t have a husband, boyfriend, or child to get back to in another city, do you?”

“Uh, no, but...” Vyki only started to try to explain.

“Good, then it's settled,” Nika says as the sound of bells can be heard from the hall as a bright figure traipses from the shadows to reveal a very distinctive outfit.

Vyki’s objections and concerns are quickly forgotten as she sees Colin in a most ridiculous of outfits as she tries to stifle a giggle. She can see Molly fighting just as hard as Nika takes on a suddenly disparate tone from here. “Oh, don’t you just look lovey, sweety,” Nika says jumping up with an almost sickly-sweet gush of excitement. “Ladies, isn’t the little man just adorable in his new outfit?!?” Nika says striving to bring the girls in as positive reinforcement for him.

Standing before them with an incredulous look is Colin appearing almost like a petulant boy in a Christmas elf costume done completely nontraditional color. Appearing in matching hot pink is the Santa style hat, long sleeve top with wide brimmed collar, giant bells running down the center button lines, tiny short-shorts, and felt like shoes with an upturned point with a bell at the tip.

“Oh, definitely cute,” Molly gushed pushing fake enthusiasm for Nika’s benefit.

“Totally adorable,” confirmed Vyki through a canary-eating-kitten grin.

“Yes, don’t you see how simply marvelous you are, my little angel,” Nika gushed giving him a hug from behind eliciting a grin from that neither Vyki nor Molly could miss. “Tell the nice ladies thank you.”

“Thank you, Ms. Molly & Ms. Vyki,” Colin said sheepishly to them.

“Good boy,” said Nika warmly. “Now, unfortunately, these ladies had to bring you to me because of you misbehaving,” Nika continued as she walked towards the front door.

“Yes, Mistress,” Colin said hanging his head in shame.

“And I will not tolerate my little boy groping, or assaulting a pretty young lady. Am I clear, young man?” Nika said standing next to a tub that appeared to be intended to hold umbrellas but appeared to hold double duty containing those and perhaps baseball bats and other sports toys.

“Yes, Mistress,” Colin said nervously.

Grasping a wooden handle, Nika pulls out a ridiculously large wooden spoon nearly 3 feet long with slots in the middle of the head immediately causing a whimper from the man in the comical outfit standing before these women. “Because of these transgressions, you must be punished to attune for these failures. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress,” came a pitiful reply.

“Turn around and lean on the chair,” Nika barked as she walked towards the trio.

With only a sniffle, Colin slowly turned around his whole outfit jingling as he does and leaned over the chair, his tiny shorts barely covering his bottom that stood out to the assembled group.

“Now, I do not want my brand-new outfit ruined,” Nika explained to Colin as sauntered towards Vyki & Molly, “lower those shorts, deary.”

Without looking back, Colin grasped the waistband and slowly slid the pink felt shorts down revealing a baby pink thong with little white hearts on it and tiny red bow above a small keyhole in back. As embarrassing as this underwear is to him, he felt oddly comfortable with these matronly figures observing him.