Robbie

Another young man strides toward us, wearing jeans and a polo shirt and a backwards baseball cap over his blond hair. It takes me a moment to recognize Robbie.

"Tracey?" he says stopping in front of our naked group. "What the hell, babe? I saw your text and thought it was a joke. Then you didn't respond so I came over and... Who's this jerkoff?"

"Does it matter?" says my roommate calmly. "You told me you wanted to go open."

"I didn't think that would mean you'd be out spreading your legs at the first opportunity. And in broad daylight!"

"What exactly were you thinking then?" Tracey stands up straight, practically nose-to-nose with her boyfriend, seemingly unconcerned with her exposure.

"That you and I would at least talk about any new people we wanted to bring into the relationship. And that they'd be someone we already knew. Like Lilah here." He waves distractedly at me. "Hey, Lilah."

"Uh, hey," I say, backing away slowly. Trey does the same thing.

"Is that what this is all about?" asks Tracey. "You were looking for an easy way to fuck my roomies?"

"Don't you turn this on me! And what's this?" Robbie looks at Tracey's rear cheeks, still reddened from Trey's leather strap. "You've been getting spanked, too? I thought I was your dom."

"What, so the openness doesn't extend to that?" Tracey throws her hands heavenward. "Golly gee, this is so confusing! Maybe you could clarify what exactly you want!"

Their arguing continues. "Uh, should we do something?" Trey asks me in a low voice.

I shrug my shoulders. "Eh, this is somewhat performative. They both like the sound of their voices. Don't worry. They'll work things out eventually. They always do."

"No reason to stick around for that though."

"No," I agree and laugh. "I guess the mystique of the whole dungeon experience is over, huh?"

He smiles unreservedly. "It was fun while it lasted. You make for one cute naked slave girl. The freckles, especially, really add to the appeal."

An impulse seizes me. "Hey, you wanna just hang out for a bit? Maybe grab lunch somewhere?"

Trey thinks. "I'd like that," he says quietly. "Of course, I'd like to get my clothes back first."

"Same. Guess we have to bite the bullet and head around front."

"...Yeah." He slips his arm through mine, and we walk together around the side of the building, the bickering behind us growing fainter.