A lunch at Diamond’s…

Duh. Again, Andre opened the door, like a fucking servant. Hadn’t they had an actual servant? Or ‘household staff’? They did, but that person had been given another job, outside their house, with Andre and a once-a-week cleaning service picking up the work. I hadn’t even realized. Jesus, the amount of stuff Diamond, Asa and Skin were doing without me was...well, I mean, they had the same number of hours to work that I did, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. It’s not like they just sat around when I wasn’t with them.

Asa’s channel in particular continued its ascent towards ‘quite successful’ as the app promised. Everyone’s phone had been replaced, Diamond had made so many changes. Even Jasmine was making a lot of progress on the project I’d barely done more than suggest. Kat was doing so much it was insane, with all her information gathering, as, I suppose was Rapetoy. At least I was getting more done than Romy, or Kianna. Jenna wasn’t doing that much for us, besides information gathering, but she also worked full time and had her hot roommate…

Of course, that was good. If I tried to do everything myself, I’d drive everyone crazier than I was driving myself and be so much less effective. Without Diamond and Jasmine I wouldn’t have made any of that progress with Penelope. Without Asa, Jenna wouldn’t be done. Even Rapetoy had brought me Skin. Oh, and also all the non-sex stuff. I was doing great at focusing on the non-sex stuff.

Fortunately, Andre helped. Both by not being attractive and by immediately informing me of what he’d found. He’d finished so fast both because he was good and because there was nothing to find. Or rather, he found that there was nothing. The auditor’s office hadn’t looked into Arkham in more than fifteen years, since their on-site visit had ended with the entire team dead.

Though, except for the casualty rate, that wasn’t so unusual. Apparently the city auditor’s office had about half its staff slots empty and was entirely focused on auditing Gotham’s social programs, probably because that wouldn’t get them in too much trouble, probably as the people they would end up hassling were poor and powerless, mostly. This was Gotham so there were ties to organized crime everywhere, but usually not in things which dealt in tangible goods, like canned food drives. Too much work for too little payoff.

Andre and I talked briefly about it, cop-to-well-ex-cop and I felt a bit guilty about everything. “Where are Romy and Liam?” I asked, after he’d confirmed Chloe wasn’t here yet.

“Still out. Romy’s really going for it to make sure she lives up to her mother’s requirement. It’s just the three of us, right now. Mistress Diamond is in the kitchen, she’s preparing lunch.”

I smiled at the casual use of that title.

“Sir…you’re fucking Romy, aren’t you?”

I looked him straight in the eye. “Yes. Do you have a problem with that?”

He looked honestly shocked. “Of course not, sir! Mistress Diamond and Mistress Asa have taught me so much and it’s so good that Romy gets a real man right from the start and doesn’t have to endure the touch of a fake man...like me.”

I blinked at that. “I’m glad you understand.”

“I do. I promise!”

“Uh...are you happier now?”

“Oh, yes, master! I mean, sir, I’m sorry, Mistress Asa was clear I hadn’t earned the right to call you master yet. I’m so much happier. I was trying so hard to be something I wasn’t, confident, in control, but now...well, I still have to pretend at work, but then afterward, Mistress Diamond, or Mistress Asa lays me down and slides their strap-on into my bussy until all that stress is milked out of me.”

I blinked at that sudden and remarkably explicit statement and despite myself, I asked a question. “Bussy?”

“Boi-pussy. I’m not a real woman, so I don’t have a real pussy, but I’m not a real man either, so I don’t have a dick, or ass. I’ve got a clit and a bussy! For now. I want to be full transformed, have all three fuckholes for y—a man to use properly, but Mistress Diamond is worried about how it will effect my work.”

Jesus Christ.

“I see. Well, we’ll see how well you do,” I said, more to end the conversation than any other reason and headed off to see Diamond. She was dressed in her housewife outfit and finishing up with the cooking and turned when she heard me coming, smiling broadly as I looked at the spread off to the side. It was actually quite impressive, especially given how much she hadn’t cooked last time.

“Chloe will be here in anytime,” she said, before I could do more than start to reach for her.

Well...shit.

“When?” I asked.

“I don’t know, it’s not like I invited her.”

I looked at her in confusion.

“I just said we were having lunch and when. But given how much she wanted me to put you two in touch, I’m expecting her any time.”

I chuckled. “So, do we have a plan?”

“Play it by ear. I don’t exactly know what she wants from you, except to get what she wants. Whatever it is she thinks she’s been denied.”

I shrugged, “I think she’s just mad that I’m not taking her seriously and treating her like a kid. But what’s the goal? Even if I get her leashed, that doesn’t mean her father’s going to bow down.” That was true Partners In Everything applied to offspring, siblings and spouses, not parents.

“There’s lots of ways to control someone. Or punish them,” she concluded as the doorbell rang. By the time we finished carrying her delicious lunch to the table, Andre was showing Chloe in.

She posed in the entryway, showing off her outfit and how ‘grown-up’ she was.

Her lithe beauty was attractive, but I simply smiled condescendingly and as she started to get angry, Diamond spoke up, “Oh, hey kiddo, sorry, Romy and Liam are out.”

Her pose collapsed into tantrum fury, “I’m not a kid and I’m not here to see your fucking kids!” she stomped her feet, “I’m here to—”

I casually got up, walked over to her, causing her to freeze as I picked her up like a doll, one hand under each armpit and carried her out the front door, put her down and said “Don’t come back in until you can act like an adult.”

I closed the door and walked back inside. Andre stared at me in awe, while Diamond was clearly a bit more skeptical. But she hadn’t felt Chloe’s racing pulse when I lifted her. We started eating and chatting about their life for the most part, a bit about Asa, just normal life stuff. Okay, maybe not entirely, as I was sitting at a table with a beautiful woman sitting next to me and stroking my leg under the table, while her cuck stared at me with worshipful eyes. But more normal than usual these days.

I was starting to get worried though that she might have actually left.

But then the doorbell rang again and Andre again went and got it, letting her in. “I’m not here to see Romy, or Liam, Mrs. Jackson. I’m here to see him,” she pointed at me, but her tone was mostly level. +5 SP (Chloe: +37)

“I see, dear, and that’s why you showed up unannounced, when you knew he would be here?” Diamond asked sweetly.

“Obviously!” A less arrogant girl would have noticed the hint.

“Well, then, ask what you came to ask,” I ordered.