Lessons and Concerns

The following is written in 3rd Person POV…

A trip to the Classroom-themed Room 237 later…

“Welcome to Room 237.” Mercy tells both Paige and Tricia as they enter the classroom-themed private room of the Red Rum.

“Oh~, like the movie.” Tricia comments.

“Precisely.” Mercy answers.

“I have a question.” Tricia states, before raising her hand like she’s in an actual class and Mercy’s her teacher.

“You may freely ask, Tricia.” Mercy tells her, playing into the role of teacher quite seamlessly.

“Why’d you guys theme your sex club based on a horror movie that doesn’t even have any sexual undertones?” Tricia asks straightforwardly, genuinely curious of the answer.

Mercy’s taken aback, not having had the question asked of her before. She looks towards Paige, who quickly gives her the ‘don’t look at me’ expression and body language. Mercy looks back at Tricia and can’t help but shrug as her response, revealing she is just as ignorant of the reasoning.

“Right. You just work here.” Tricia quickly drops the question before allowing herself to wander around the room. Tricia lets out not so innocent chuckles as she continues to appreciate how the Red Rum recreated a classroom environment so well, while also adding kinky twists to the finer details of it.

“Is that—?” Tricia asks, before walking straight towards a poster on the wall. “The Periodic Table of Kink?” Tricia says in a tone of mixed disgust and wonder.

“Point on the board what kink you’d like to experience tonight.” Mercy says suggestively.

“AH!” Tricia gasps in panic, making Mercy chuckle.

“I’m kidding.” Mercy immediately clears the air. “For your peace of mind, I refrain from touching most of the kinks on that table as well.” Mercy informs Tricia.

“Okay. Cool. Because the first kink that my eyes landed on was ‘Adult Baby’ and I don’t even want to know what that means.” Tricia replies.

“Pretty sure it’s self explanatory.” Paige remarks.

“You’d think so, but there’s something called ‘Cake Farts’ in here that I don’t think is meant to be taken literally.” Tricia counters.

“You’d be mistaken.” Mercy interjects, getting an immediate disgusted and disbelieving ‘NO’ from Tricia as a reaction.

“Ha-how is that sexy!?” Tricia asks in disbelief.

“Now you’re finally seeing what you’re getting yourself into.” Paige says, feeling vindicated by Tricia’s reaction.

“As the Headmistress of this establishment, I believe it is imperative that you learn this lesson. We do not judge.” Mercy tells Tricia and Paige. “We may, personally, never understand another person’s kink; but it is not up to us to decide what other people find arousing. As long as all parties consent, and no one gets hurt… at least to the extent they did not consent to… then it is not our business.” Mercy pontificates.

“Heard. Loud and clear.” Tricia replies, her tone genuine; but her smile can’t hide the hint of mischievousness that’s underneath the surface. “But seriously, ‘cake farts’?” Tricia asks Mercy, who just has to close her eyes to collect herself and not retaliate, while Tricia and Paige laugh like schoolchildren.

…

“Are you both done?” Mercy asks, as both Paige and Tricia’s laughs die down.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to judge.” Tricia says, still chuckling. “It’s just… when you said you’d take me to Wonderland, I just didn’t expect… pfft… Cake Farts.” Tricia says, unable to hold in her laughter before even saying the punchline. Paige and Tricia laugh boisterously again, and Mercy just rolls her eyes and questions why she even decided to try and convert these two in the first place.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. It’s not that funny.” Tricia attempts to catch herself before seeming rude, but failing miserably as she’s still chuckling. “It’s not that funny, Paige!” Tricia then attempts to shift the focus onto Paige.

“No! No~~. Not funny at all.” Paige agrees, trying to stop herself from laughing as well.

“But honestly, I think this is a great introduction to what this club is really about.” Tricia then adds more seriously, getting the attention of both Mercy and Paige.

“When you were talking about it earlier, and judging from Becca’s whole vibe, I thought this whole place would be more serious and uppity about rules and stuff. But then I read ‘cake farts’ and that presumption goes out the window. This whole place is just an avenue to explore what you find fun and enjoyable sexually, right? That’s basically the lesson you wanted us to learn, right?” Tricia explains, impressing both Mercy and Paige. Mercy’s genuinely impressed at Tricia’s insightfulness, and she completely forgets that she was questioning her decision to convert Tricia and Paige into the lifestyle just moments ago.

“Quite the gifted student you’re turning out to be, Ms. O’Brien.” Mercy remarks. “At least in theory.” Mercy adds, finding the perfect segue to finally turn on the roleplay.

“But we still need to test if you can apply theory in a more practical setting.” Mercy says with a mischievous grin.

“Oh. Here we go.” Paige says, quickly picking up on Mercy’s vibe. “So, what? What do you want me to do? Just sit and watch while you attempt to dominate Tricia like Mr. Craig would?” Paige asks.

“Why do you think I chose this room again?” Mercy replies to Paige.

“Wait!” Tricia interjects. “I thought you picked this room because it’s the perfect setting for your ‘lesson’.” Tricia admits.

“It’s dual purpose.” Mercy replies. “Since its first purpose has been fulfilled, it’s time we use it for the other.” Mercy adds.

“Which is?” Tricia asks.

“To recreate how Master Craig dominates his students and leaves those watching to want more.” Mercy answers.

“Woah~... you’re saying this… THIS is where the magic happened?” Tricia asks in awe, like she just learned a book character’s lore for the first time.

“And unlike the Wizard, Master Craig wasn’t all smoke and mirrors either.” Mercy answers, capturing the attention of Paige.

“The Wizard? So is this Oz or Wonderland?” Tricia asks. “We need to stick to a metaphor already.” Tricia comments playfully.

“What did you mean by that by the way?” Paige asks Mercy, ignoring Tricia’s comment.

“Pardon?” Mercy asks back.

“What did you mean by ‘he wasn’t all smoke and mirrors’?” Paige clarifies.

“You were there, Paige. What else could it mean? There was literal magic happening that night.” Mercy answers.

“No! See, that’s where you and I don’t seem to be seeing eye-to-eye. What did you mean by there was ‘literal’ magic happening that night?” Paige asks.

“Well, what else would you call Master Craig’s performance that night if not magic?” Mercy answers. “A foursome with three ladies who are no strangers to a variety of domination techniques… and all of them left in puddles by the time he was done with them? MAGIC.” Mercy explains further, and Paige’s face turns sour from disappointment. An expression that doesn’t miss Mercy’s notice.

“Come, now. What did you expect me to answer?” Mercy asks her.

“That there was LITERAL magic!” Paige responds in agitation, and Mercy can only raise an eyebrow in curiosity. Unable to grasp why Paige would even consider the concept of literal magic being involved in something like that.

“I apologize for my use of the word. In my defense, the most colloquial use of ‘literally’ is to mean ‘figuratively’.” Mercy argues.

“That’s… that’s not what I… Nevermind. I don’t even know why I’m still hung up on this.” Paige says, clearly still stressing over the thought of ‘magic’ being associated with Mr. Craig.

‘GOD DAMN YOU, COURTNEY’ Paige can’t help but curse in her mind.

“Maybe you should take a seat, Paige.” Tricia suggests, and ushers her into one of the chairs behind a student desk. After Paige sits down, Tricia leans on top of the desk in front of Paige to try and have a one-on-one conversation with her.

“What’s wrong?” Tricia asks.

“Something Courtney said has been bugging me.” Paige admits. “Actually, it was something Viv said too.” Paige adds.

“Is this the thing Becca stopped Chef Nguyen from asking us? About a way for us to help them?” Tricia asks, and Paige just nods. “Why is that bugging you so much?” Tricia asks.

“Because!” Paige exclaims. “That’s why Mr. Craig and Viv went here in the first place. I remember them dealing with problems at the time too, and then suddenly, they went here. Mr. Craig gives a couple of girls the time of their lives and then suddenly, their problems seem to have gone away. Or they didn’t seem as stressed about it at least.” Paige explains.

“And you’re saying… because they were obviously dealing with a problem earlier, Chef Nguyen’s favor earlier was for you and I to do something with my sister’s boyfriend?” Tricia surmises, and once again, Paige can only nod.

At least at first.

Upon seeing Tricia’s look of doubt, Paige can’t help but muster up a verbal response.

“I know it’s crazy, okay!? I’m reading too much into stuff, I know!” Paige shouts. “But I just can’t shake the feeling that… there’s something weird going on, you know?” Paige adds in a much lower volume, seemingly growing embarrassed at her admission of paranoia.

And then, in the corner of her eye, just behind Tricia, Paige notices what Mercy’s been preoccupying herself with.

“OH MY GOD, MERS! READ THE ROOM!” Paige shouts even louder towards Mercy.

Tricia immediately turns around and sees that Mercy has apparently attached a plastic appendage around her waist in the short span of time Tricia and Paige started their conversation.

“Oh~ my ~God.” Tricia sees, trying to block the view of Mercy’s strap-on with her hands.

“What?” Mercy asks, oblivious to the weirdness of the situation. “Is this not where we were headed?” Mercy asks Tricia and Paige, and the two look at each other in silence, unable to answer ‘No’ since they’d both be lying if they didn’t at least admit they were aware of Mercy’s intentions.

“We’re just saying… there’d have been better timing to put it on.” Tricia replies.

“Why did you put it on in the first place!?” Paige asks.

“You sat down and Tricia positioned herself perfectly in front of you. It was the perfect opportunity to recreate how Master Craig made you watch as he fucked Erica right in front of you.” Mercy explains.

“Hold on. You thought you could just fuck me in front of Paige while she watched!?” Tricia asks in shock.

“With your consent, of course.” Mercy admits with an awkward smile.

“Maybe ask a girl for a kiss first, or something, before assuming she’s down for that kind of stuff.” Tricia tells Mercy.

“Duly noted.” Mercy replies. “But as it seems this is not the proper time to escalate, I will refrain from asking it at this juncture.” Mercy adds.

“Smart.” Tricia says with an appreciative smile. “Need help taking it off?” Tricia offers.

“I wouldn’t refuse a hand.” Mercy replies with a playful smile, a smile that Tricia returns. Meanwhile, Paige just lowers her head in her hands.

“Did you really have to go for something this size?” Tricia asks, as she can’t help but notice the size of the dildo Mercy picked out.

“It’s about the same size as Master Craig’s if I recall correctly.” Mercy nonchalantly responds.

“WHAT!?” Tricia reacts, gripping the dildo in her hand without thinking.

“MY SISTER’S BOYFRIEND’S DICK IS THIS BIG!?” Tricia shouts in shock, right before Paige shouts something just as loud.

“LIZZIE!” Paige shouts in reaction.

Lizzie takes a moment to stare at Tricia holding onto the strap-on dildo Mercy’s wearing, before she decides to just close the door of the room behind her like what she saw was an everyday occurrence.

“Honestly, not as bad as what I imagined I’d be walking into.” Lizzie admits, and the three other girls can’t help but chuckle at her joke.

“So… what have you guys been up to?” Lizzie asks.

An explanation of Paige’s concerns to Lizzie and Mercy later…

“You’re saying Chef Nguyen and Ms. Hoffman’s boyfriend has magic?”