SSS(SS) - Part 27

CCL House officially feels crowded. About three-quarters of CGH is fully moved in, and during the daytime, the place is full of contractors working on the four new bathrooms. They’ve cleared out for the night, but it’s an adjustment. It’s about time to add a second kitchen, or at least knock out the pantry and put in another big, restaurant-sized refrigerator. The house is big enough to accommodate forty women; that’s no problem. It’s the bottlenecks that are causing trouble. There’s also parking space to consider.

Sal, like many of the others, has adapted to adversity by investing in a mini-fridge for her room.

But it hasn’t arrived yet, so she brawls her way through the kitchen with everyone else, fully expecting someone to have eaten all her parfaits already. To her surprise, there’s one left. She snatches it before anyone can mug her and steals away to the dining room. Some parts of the house are high traffic and others are completely dead. A few of the more studious girls in the house will use the dining room and library to have space and something like peace and quiet, although the noise from the party room and the TV room is never truly escapable.

Sal hops onto the table with a sigh and sits, looking out the big windows at the dark trees outside. There’s more revenue to draw on, but not enough. If they’re going to have more work on the house done, as in beyond the new bathrooms, there’ll have to be external funding. That’s doable, it’s just going to take some effort. She needs to talk to Athena about it.

Sal licks her spoon, savoring the solitude. Her phone goes off and she checks her texts. It’s from Athena, and it’s the first text she’s had from her all day. Athena wants to know where she is. That doesn’t sound like the prelude to romance; Sal has a feeling that Athena has some business to discuss. She replies to the text and goes back to her parfait. Business is inescapable, but it’s not as stressful as it used to be because she knows that she isn’t in it alone.

Sal finishes off her parfait, crinkles the lid and puts it in the cup, and prepares to text Athena to ask what she wants.

The doors bang open and girls flood into the room. Yuki is at the front of the pack; she grabs Sal and restrains her.

“Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Sal says. “What is happening?”

“You’re getting initiated.”

The girls move aside to reveal Athena.

“Whoa,” Sal says one last time. Athena wears fancy blue lingerie, complete with gloves and garters. That’s not as impressive as her large, theatrical, glittery, and feathery headdress. Sal isn’t sure what to make of that.

“Nice hat,” she says.

“Meri made it. She says I have to wear it for this,” Athena says, planting her hands on her hips. Nancy arrives, pushing Diagra, the CCL Sybian.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Sal says, staring at it.

“Of course. You live here now. And you literally said I could treat you like a pledge and that you’d like it.”

“That was pillow talk!” Sal protests.

“Ride it! Ride it!” the girls start to chant.

“Oh my god,” Sal moans.

“Everyone’s done it,” Athena says. “And look. I got all dressed up.” She lifts her arms and does a little shimmy, making her headdress sparkle.

Sal looks around. There are a dozen CGH girls among the onlookers.

“In front of my girls. Please. I know my rights.”

“You have the right to remain silent,” Yuki tells her.

“No. That like defeats the purpose. You have to go full porn star,” Athena says.

“OK, whatever. Let’s get this over with.” Sal shakes Yuki off and approaches the Sybian. “Equality, huh? No power moves?” she says to Athena.

“Power moves?” Athena looks indignant. She places one slender hand on her breast. “Moi?”

“Take your shorts off,” Yuki tells Sal.

“Why?”

“Because they’ll get in the way.”

“No, they won’t. It’ll still feel good.”

“Take them off!”

“I don’t respond well to yelling!”

Yuki drops to her knees and simply pulls them down before Sal can react. All the girls in the room whistle and cheer.

“Oh my,” Athena says, covering her mouth.

“Motherfucker,” Sal tugs down on her shirt to try to hide her underwear for about a second before she gives up and groans.

“What are you looking so fancy for?” Yuki asks. “These are some attention-seeking panties.”

Yes, maybe a little. They’re sheer and a little fancy. A little.

“Hey!” Sal shouts as Yuki squeezes her buttock. Sal slaps her hand away.

“Those are some date night panties,” Athena says.

“Maybe I thought you were going to invite me over,” Sal shoots back, blushing.

“Why don’t you just invite me over?” Athena smiles knowingly. “Now who’s doing power moves?”

“I’m going to scream,” Sal says, putting her face in her hands as someone else touches her butt. She doesn’t even care.

“Yeah you will,” Yuki says, dragging her toward the Sybian.

[ The End ]