Begrudgingly given

"Him?! Betsy's little pet?!"

Jesse immediately recognised the indignant, nasal tones of George's roommate. Cynthia was on sneering form, as usual. Offering a level of condescending intonation that surely must grate against even the most gracious and gentile of souls. The sissy was still lying face down on the bed as he had been told to. Trying to work out whether the trace scents of humanity he could smell were from a body he would want to be so close to... Though, if the rumours were to be believed: neither of this pairing spent much time in this room at all without putting one of these mattresses through its paces. He supposed that might be the secret to not finding Cyn utterly insufferable.

“Yeah, why not? He’s been having a rough time of it in that fancy school they shipped him off to… and you said you needed to practice on ‘different body types’”

The boy being discussed felt a little like a dog on a rainy day, being argued over who would have to take him for a walk. The snipes and jibes passed between the two of them had the sound of a nigh-constant game they played. The sharp edge to a relationship that was actually all the more stable because of it. He got the distinct impression that even if he hadn’t been present, they would have found something to argue about… but still felt extremely awkward to be stuck here in between, just an accessory to their minor battles.

“Oh and I suppose, while I’m busy… You’ll just pop down the hall and see if Jane and Laura need some help with their homework as well. Count it as a ‘group project’ between the three of you…”

Jesse heard the other young man chuckle, as if caught out in his ploy… but having been expecting nothing less.

“Well… they did ask me to help out with something. Kill a couple of birds with one stone sorta thing. You gotta be neighbourly sometimes, y’know…”

Cynthia snorted, genuine fury pushed a little aside by the charmingly brazen humor. It was clear this was a fight she wasn’t even trying to win, really… but one she felt the need to put her foot down against anyway.

“Oh, fuck off! Go on then… I hope you tear holes in those two harpies! But you’d better have some energy left by the time you get back. I’m not having any of that ‘I’ve got nothing left in the tank’ bullshit when I get my turn at a slice! It’s not like I’m gonna get anything I need from babysitting your skinny, little barbie-doll.”

Jesse winced as he heard the door slam… terrifyingly aware that that meant he was presumably now alone with an angry, wasp-like harlequin. He heard her sigh heavily, before turning to approach and found a moment’s silence in which he could release his timidly squeaking voice.

“You don’t need to do anything for me if you don’t want to, Cynthia… George didn’t tell me why he was bringing me… I-I can just go back to my room and-”

The girl waved a hand across the glinting sliver of vision that the femboy had allowed himself. Her voice retained the weight of that sigh, but took on more of a gentle overlook than he’d ever thought her capable of.

“No, hun… Don’t worry. I do need to practice on a bunch of different people. I won’t lie, I’d prefer if that lump had brought over one of his new ‘professional-armcandy’ classmates… But I suppose you’ll be a good test of what to do if one of my clients ever brings their favourite toy in for a bit of pampering. Since I’m only ‘2nd Class’, I expect I’ll have a whole lot of pet grooming ahead of me…”

Cynthia sighed again… at the indignity of a world where she would have to spend the rest of her life tending to other people’s sex slaves. Then set about pulling out the required tools of her given trade.