Sir, Yes, Sir (H,R,A)

“Do you have any other questions before we bring him in, Miss Soto?” Hazel asked. Her deferential tone was a strange contrast with the lingerie she was wearing, a sheer set that hugged her tightly.

“Nope.”

“And you have no issues with the guidelines Master Turner requested?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. I can be quiet for five minutes or however long you guys go. And I don’t think I’ll be tempted to join, but I can signal you for approval if that changes.”

The two of them were in the master bedroom. Hazel was in her lingerie sitting on the bed, while she spoke to Ava at the desk. A dumbbell was waiting on the table.

“Then if there’s nothing else, you may go ahead and activate your rage. After you do so, you may follow me as I bring him in if you wish.”

Ava gave a slight nod before turning sideways to grab the weight in one hand. Straining for a moment as the muscles in her wrist tightened, she felt the change sink in and the handle crunch inwards. She could hear Mr.Turn- Richa- Dick in the kitchen setting down his mug. The presence she’d felt the first time the transformation activated advocating for vigilance and diligence was back. Though with how intense her experiment raging into Luna had been, this had become easier to get used to. She rose in a fluid motion and followed the bodyguard out into the hall.

In the kitchen, Richard was sipping from his green tea when Hazel entered. She was beautiful, as she always was. She wore a thin red layer of lace that was pretty, but felt a little outside what he'd thought her style was. Then again, she hasn't revealed that much of her style to me. Should I ask if she'd bought it at the tower or if it'd already been hers? Window Pane hadn't triggered, but he still decided to let his curiosity sit.

In a slight surprise, Ava was right aside his date. That in itself wasn’t a surprise. But the way she was holding herself was like one of the maids at the estate when they were waiting with Hazel for direction. She was uncharacteristically quiet as both women looked at him. Hazel offered him a slight nod as they made eye contact, bidding him to make the next move.

He pushed the mug across the kitchen table and met them at the doorway. “Hey.” He offered softly. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.”

He tried to turn his attention away from her for a moment, which was hard. Trying to check on Ava and why she was mimicking Hazel, he asked: “You’re alright?”

“Ye- yeah. I’m fine dude, don’t worry about me. I’m just… going to stand over here and give you guys some space.” She stepped into the hall.

“I’m glad we can have this together. Even with some of our adventures the past few days with Ms.Turner and Miss Lopez, I was looking for something that could be just ours.” She said.

“You deserve this.”

“Can you kiss me?” Hazel requested.

He nodded as he leaned forward, pulling her in along the back of her neck. She moved with him, pressing her hips into his as they kissed. The first two were short and brief, then they made eye contact.

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Exhibition, Kiss) (Amazons)

Ava Soto, +1 BP (Voyeur, Kiss) (Amazons)

“Hey.”

She smiled back at him. “Yes?”

He used his left hand to paw at her butt and the thin lace guarding it.

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Exhibition, Handsy) (Amazons)

Ava Soto, +1 BP (Voyeur, Handsy) (Amazons)

“I see.” She suppressed a laugh as she leaned into him, resting her chin on his shoulder. “I see this is working as well as that dress I wore when I first took you dancing.”

“Am I that obvious?” He jokingly asked, still feeling the hard-earned muscle of her toned rear.

“Like I said earlier, you’re one of the most overt people I’ve ever met. I love having you as my master, but I don’t know how you survive Washington with such a bad poker face.”

She felt him tense as he held her.

“Sir?”

He didn’t respond.

“It was Master, wasn’t it?”

He sighed. “I don’t know if I can handle that much responsibility.”

“What do you think would change, after everything that’s already happened on the island?”

“I- I don’t know.”

“May I tell you what I think it means?” She requested.

“Of course. You can always tell me anything.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She started. “Master means that I can rely on you. Master means that I want you by my side. Yes, part of Master means submitting to you. But as long as I never have to choose between you and Mistress Turner, I welcome that. I trust you not to go too far, and to listen to me if you come close.” I hadn’t meant to say Mistress. Where did that come from? Would she like that?

“Hazel, I-” He stopped, trying to work himself up with the courage to say it. “Hazel, I love you. I can’t promise I’ll be perfect, but I’d like to learn for you.”

“You don’t need to be perfect. As long as you keep trying, then I’m yours.”

***

Ava watched the whole thing. It was beautiful. The way that she’d dedicated herself to him… It was exactly the kind of thing she’d been hoping to see when she’d come here. She wasn’t sure if it was from the transformation she was using or if it’d managed to break through, but it helped her understand what her roommate had been talking about when she’d been loaned the Midnight books.

She moved with a grace she was unaccustomed to as she moved ahead of the lovers to the bedroom. They left a trail of his clothes as they crossed the hall and moved towards the bed, giving no sign of noticing her as she silently watched from his desk. Hazel leaned over the bed so he could help her take off the lacy lingerie. After that Ava watched them both climb into bed together.

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Bottomless) (Amazons)

They seemed to be moving perfectly in sync. At first she thought that Dick was holding Hazel down and forcing her into position. But as she watched more closely she realized that the bodyguard wasn’t doing anything to stop it. Her hands were pinned as they were making out on the bed, but she should be able to break out pretty easily if she wanted to. Right?

That’s the point. Ava realized. She wants to be his. Letting herself be held down is supposed to show her trust. She wants to show that she’s willing to give everything of herself to him.

Dick traced a finger down Hazel’s toned abs, admiring them like they were art. Would Mr.Turner want to do that with me? Ava thought, one of her hands sliding up to her own exposed abdomen.

“I’m yours.” Hazel whispered to him. “Take me.”

He reached down and parted her folds for himself before plunging into her.

“Unnh” Hazel gasped.

His hands clasped over hers became tighter as his body pressed into hers, cock pumping deep inside. They kissed, and kissed again. She moaned into his ear as he held her. “I’m yours.” She told him for the third time that day.

“I love you.” Richard whispered back as he held onto her, thrusting to offer back all the devotion that she had offered him. The words came easier the second time.

It was not the first time that he and Hazel had slept together, that was when they had done it for their love of Helena. It was not the second time either, that had been a hedonistic and almost overwhelming experience with Miss Lopez.

This third time was truly for them. A consummation of their promises to each other as they each moaned into the other’s ears.

“Richard, Sir- I’m close.”

He kissed her in acknowledgment before stretching down to lead his kisses down her body; from her neck, to her for-once unguarded shoulders, to her strong chest and beautiful breasts he tried to give each his attention. He listened to each murmur and pant she offered back to him as he himself came closer to cumming but tried to help her get there first.

“Richard, I- oh.” Hazel came, the waves of pleasure meeting her and rocking her lower body. He had already been trying to resist the edge himself, and so the tightening of her lower muscles made him cum a moment after her, emptying himself inside her.

“I love you.” It didn’t matter who said it.

***

Hazel Singh, +1 BP (Exhibition, Sex) (Amazons)

Ava Soto, +1 BP (Voyeur, Sex) (Amazons)

Ava slid her slick fingers out from within her damp underwear. It was a nice feeling, the heat and desire. Even if she hadn’t cum herself.

But while she’d been able to move silently earlier, she had no faith in her ability to keep masturbating quietly enough to avoid their notice now that the two were no longer distracted with each other. So as silently as she’d moved earlier, she crept out of the room with borrowed stealth and tried to make her way to the front door. I’ll ask Felicia to give me a little space, maybe I can use the shower. I’ve heard of people doing that in there before.

Richard- Dick she reminded herself, was laughing with Hazel. She’d have to thank both of them in the morning. She’d been tempted to do it as she left but the carefulness that came when she raged into Hazel stopped her. So she walked down the hall and tried to open the door.

It was locked. There was no knob, button, or lever with which it could be locked and unlocked. But it was locked nonetheless.

She was tempted to hit it or try something else to **** it open. But again the carefulness stopped her and **** her to think.

On the entire island, the only doors that lock are the bathrooms. Why- While Ava wasn’t as much of a rules lawyer as her best friend, she had her own fondness for games and their rules that helped her piece things together. She fished her phone out of her pocket and sure enough, it read Ten-twelve.

Ok. So it's past curfew. I’m spending the night here. That’s not too bad, I’ve already done that twice. It’s a big bed. The athlete tried to tell herself. But even she wasn’t that gullible. They agreed to let me watch. They didn’t agree to share the bed with me tonight. But none of us have any other choice.

So Ava waited quite a while. While Hazel and Richard were enjoying their aftercare and pillowtalk, she washed her hands and found the Master Closet, which had a small portion of every contestant’s wardrobe in addition to any clothes that Dick could want. She changed into some pajamas. Then she just sat next to the door trying to guess whether they were dressed yet until she heard something that stuck out to her.

“I think she’s still here, Sir.”

“Oh, uh- Ava?” He called out.

She poked her head into the room. They weren’t dressed yet, but a blanket covered them both. “Hey. Sorry.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yeah. I just got locked in with the curfew and all. We all lost track of time, so I’m stuck here.”

“I should’ve kept a better track. You get docked BP if you don’t sleep in the bed with us, right?”

“I’m pretty sure.”

“Then give us a few minutes to get dressed, and we can figure out how to arrange everyone.”

“Sorry again. I know this isn’t what you agreed to, and neither of you were super excited about any of this. If I-”

“Miss Soto.” Hazel’s voice cut through.

Ava gulped. “Yes?”

“He’s not mad. Both of you are blaming yourselves. Even if either of you had made a mistake, you asked to stay the whole time and that required staying past curfew. That’s worth it if it helped you get more comfortable with him.

“The sheets will clean themselves once no one is in the room and all of us understand that you don’t have another option. Mr.Turner and I are going to prepare for bed, and afterwards you will spend the night with us. We all agree that it needs to happen, so don’t argue over blame.”

“Yes ma’am.” Even though Hazel was only a few years older than her, it was hard to argue with her confidence.

Hazel smiled wryly as she tried to slide in a joke. “Ma’am is for my girlfriend.” She kissed Richard on the cheek before announcing “I’m going to go clean myself up in the shower.”

***

So an hour later, Ava found herself one half of a Richard sandwich. She and Hazel both had an arm draped across his chest, her going low as the other woman went high. As the lights went out Ava tried to think more about her evening. It’d been beautiful, exciting, and arousing. She’d enjoyed watching everything. But she was uncertain whether she was suited or ready for everything Hazel had done that night.