SSS 2 - Send Taytum

“Go take care of it,” you tell Taytum, giving her some cash.

Taytum squints at you, then leans in and puts her fingertip under your chin.

“You like serving me,” she says. “You want to worship me. You want me to bully you.”

“I just don’t want to go back out there.” You give her a peck on the cheek and walk past. Taytum snorts, then puts her clothes on. “Hey,” you say before she can leave. “You got service?”

“Nothing,” she reports, slipping her shoes on. “Sexual favors,” she reminds you and Bian, then goes out into the storm.

You roll your eyes and check your phone. You have no bars, but you aren’t seeing the little SOS symbol that means you’re fully SOL. You compose a text and send it, then watch the little red exclamation point beside it. You can’t count on that going through. You try a call, but there’s no ringing and no disconnect, just nothing. You don’t waste your time moving around the motel room to see if you can get better service. This is not the building, it’s the location.

You pick up Bian’s phone and put her passcode in to find that she has no service at all. She has the same carrier as Taytum. Cell phones won’t do the job, but there’s still a landline.

You pull up your contacts to get the number and sit on the edge of the bed. Bian watches curiously as you dial.

The phone rings and you jump at a sudden poke in the back. Bian is there. As quickly as it came out, her gremlin mode is gone. She is, after all, a grown woman. Even if she’s tiny.

“Allow me,” she says. It’s startling how quickly she can switch masks. Now she’s got her sober, smart Asian girl teacher’s pet face on.

You laugh and hand her the phone. She delicately holds it to her ear and gives you a coy look.

“Hey,” she says after a moment. “Is my precious Onee-sama home? OK. Can you tell her that our thing got canceled tonight because of the weather? We’re staying in a gross little motel. Driving is not great. Yeah. No, we’re good,” she says, sounding for all the world like a calm, normal, reasonable person. Which she is most of the time. It’s mainly you and Taytum and most of all the President that brings out the ridiculous side of her.

You watch her as she’s silent. Then she looks at the beds.

“No, they’re just squeaky normal ones. You can’t put quarters in and make them vibrate. It’s a rip-off,” she agrees with whoever is on the other end of the line. “I will.” She crooks a finger at you and you lean over. Bian smooches you on the lips. “There. I did it,” she says, and hangs up the phone.

As soon as it’s on the cradle, her eyes become suspicious.

“Are you cheating on us with Yuki?” she asks you. “Why’d she tell me to give you a kiss from her?”

“To mess with you,” you assure her.

“Hmm.” She peers at you a moment longer, then shrugs and cocoons herself in the covers. “Come keep me warm.”

You smile and open your towel, then slide under the covers with her. She immediately makes herself the little spoon, and you wrap your arms around her the way that she likes. She makes a little noise of contentment. It almost hurts how much you wish you could be alone with her this way more often. Not that it isn’t fun with Taytum around, but sometimes you don’t need quite so… much.

“Can’t believe you’re doing quickies in the backseat while we’re working,” you whisper in her ear.

“Punish me, Mommy. Actually don’t,” she giggles. “Stay just like this. I like it.” Of course she does. She’s warm in your arms, but her smooth skin still electrifies you as much as it did the first time you ever touched her.

“OK,” you say, giving her a gentle squeeze. She settles down and is quiet for a blissful minute. Then you sense her melancholy. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replies automatically, possessively putting her hands on your arm to keep them there.

It’s not, but this isn’t the right time or place to press her on it, so you nibble her earlobe to make her squirm and giggle.

Taytum returns with her arms full of snacks.

“I saved Christmas,” she reports, holding up the stolen Fireball. “Almost forgot this in the car. But everything’s OK now. I know you were panicking.”

Great. Now she can get properly hammered. You and Bian sit up as Taytum throws snacks on the bed, then peels out of her clothes and puts them back in the odd places you’ve chosen for your makeshift clothesline before slipping in with you and Bian.

“In fantasy books they always do this to warm up,” Bian says, taking a pull from the Fireball and handing it to you. You grimace and take a generous slug of it, then pass it back to Taytum. “Also, you’re neglecting me. This is ****,” she adds.

You and Taytum exchange a look, then move closer to her on each side so that she’s more cozily sandwiched.

“That’s better,” she mutters, opening a bag of chips as Taytum turns on the TV, which comes on with an audible snapping sound.

“Cable,” Taytum says. “That’s cute. Do they have HBO? Or some porn channels?”

“I want the Cartoon Network,” Bian says. “This is when the good stuff is on.”

Taytum and Bian look at you to break the tie.

“Let’s not watch porn,” you say. “Nothing says romance like getting it on in a bed full of crumbs.”

“That’s what that bed is for,” Taytum says, pointing at the other one. “This is the dinner bed. That’s the sex bed. Orgy bed.”

“Oh, we’re doing an orgy?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“You owe me favors.”

“One favor,” you correct her.

“Stop leaving me out,” Bian complains. “Actually, I want you two to kiss. No, wait. Let me think. I want to plan this orgy. I want you two to act out some stuff I read in a manga. Actually,” she begins, but you cover her mouth with your hand and glance at the clock. Yes. Her ADHD meds are wearing off. She was so focused just a minute ago, but that’s because she thought that she might have a chance to talk to the President.

Before she can protest or you can say anything, you hear a bang from the wall behind you. It’s the door in the next room being slammed open, no doubt by the wind.

You three turn and look at the wall as you hear voices. There’s a man, a woman, and… what sounds like a little girl. It’s a family, and you don’t have to eavesdrop to know that they’ve stopped here because it’s not safe to drive. They’re probably on a trip or something.

“Oh my gosh. Look at this TV!” the woman exclaims delightedly.

“That’s a TV?” the little girl asks.

You exchange looks with Bian and Taytum. It seems like this motel is made of cardboard. It doesn’t bode well for this storm if it gets any worse. And it sounds like the orgy is canceled; that family can probably hear the crinkle of Bian’s chip bag.

Bian pumps a fist in triumph.

“Cartoons it is,” she says.

Taytum’s trying not to laugh. You were actually getting horny for a second there. Taytum settles back comfortably. You look at the bottle in her hand. She has a problem; that’s not a secret. Usually, there’s nothing you can do about it, but tonight the amount of **** at her disposal is finite. The more you and Bian drink, the less Taytum will have. That might be doing Taytum a favor when morning comes. She has incredible tolerance.

Drink more to help out?

Or distract her and try to discreetly dispose of some of the ****?