He makes a deal

Peter’s mind raced. Rose was still on the floor. The agents were getting back on their feet. He didn’t have time to argue. “I’ll let you suck my cock whenever you want. For the rest of your life. As many times as you want. Just give me the lamp and help me get my sister out of here.”

Vivienne’s eyebrows went up. She stared at him for a second like she was checking if he was serious. Then she laughed once, short. “You’re an idiot. Offering me something so precious for a trivial trinket.” She held the lamp out. “Deal.”

Peter grabbed it. Yasmin’s eyes fixed on him the second the lamp was in his hand. Her posture straightened.

“What is your wish, Master?” she asked.

“Help me get Rose to our car and drive us home,” Peter said. “Right now.”

Yasmin nodded. “Your wish is my command.”

She moved fast. Vivienne followed without being asked. The three of them got Rose up between them. She giggled and tried to kiss Peter’s neck while they half-carried, half-dragged her toward the back door. The kitchen was chaotic. People shoved past them. One of the agents yelled for someone to seal the exits. Peter kept his head down and kept moving. They slipped out the back door into the cold night air. The car was parked on the street two houses down. They got Rose into the back seat. She slumped sideways, still smiling, one hand drifting between her legs.

Peter climbed into the passenger seat. Yasmin got behind the wheel. Vivienne squeezed into the back with Rose. As Yasmin started the engine, Peter looked down the street. Aisha was running along the sidewalk toward them, white sheet flapping, arms full of candy. The sheet was dirty at the bottom. Dark streaks that looked like dirt and something that looked like cum ran down the front of her thighs. She was laughing, calling out “trick or treat” to nobody in particular. One of the agents seemed to be running after her.

Peter put it together, it was Aisha that had led whoever these people were to the hypnotist’s location. He almost felt thankful now that he hadn’t attempted to stop the big booby bitch from leaving. Almost as soon as that thought came to his mind, Peter caught himself, had he just referred to Aisha with such a derogatory name? But he didn’t have too much time to ponder things.

The rest of the agents were still inside the house, voices carrying through the open front door as they tried to round people up. Peter didn’t see the man in the mask anywhere.

Yasmin pulled away from the curb. The car rolled down the street, past Aisha, past the house with the broken door. Peter watched the rearview mirror until the chaos disappeared behind them. Rose moaned softly in the back seat. Vivienne’s hand was already on her thigh. Peter closed his eyes for a second and tried to breathe. They had managed to get out of that stupid mess.