There's no point in hiding.

"I mean, I do feel a little bad for her," Grant murmurs in Mary's ear. "But...yeah, I want to fuck her, mostly. She's been a...distraction all day." Which, if he's honest, is probably partly his fault. But still, Mel has been needy and demanding...mostly asking for this.

Mary smiles. "Oh, good. I think this might be kind of fun." She leans down and kisses him gently. "Want me to take the lead, or will you?"

Grant smiles. "I, uh. I...really liked watching you with Amanda and Olivia earlier," he confesses shyly. "So I don't mind you leading..."

Her smile deepens. "Perfect. Let's see if we can't have some fun with our little toy, then, shall we?" Still sitting on his lap, clad in her gorgeous robe, she turns her regard to Mel. "Mel, sweetie. You look so pretty in that little lacy thing."

"Th-Thank you, Mary," Mel squirms slightly, blushing as she drops her gaze to the floor. Her hands are clasped awkwardly behind her back.

"Do you know why you're here, Mel?"

"Uh..." Mel's blush deepens. "I, um. I thought we were going to...have sex."

"That's close, Mel. You're here because Grant is going to fuck you." Mel blushes deeper, and Grant feels himself hardening at the words. "Now, why is Grant going to fuck you?"

"Um. Uh..." Mel struggles, not sure of the answer. "Because...I'm...in this lace thing?"

Mary laughs. "Ok, right direction. But not quite. What's that lace thing do?"

"It makes me...look good?"

"Correct. And that makes Grant..."

"Um...w-want to...have sex with me?"

"It makes him want to fuck you, Mel. You're a big girl, you can say it. The lace suit..."

"...makes Grant want to fuck me." Mel blushes scarlet.

"Exactly. So you're here because..."

"...Grant wants to fuck me," Mel whispers.

Mary smiles like a cat in a cream. "Exactly. It's important you remember that this is about Grant - not you. He'll do what he likes and you'll enjoy serving him, won't you?"

Mel nods eagerly. "Oh, yes! Yes, I will. You can do anything you want to me, Grant." She looks at him with large, beseeching blue eyes, and Mary chuckles.

"We'll get to that. But first we need to know a bit more about you..." She curls an arm around Grant's shoulders, playing idly with his hair as she asks, "Are you a virgin?"

"Uh. Um." Mel stammers. "I...n-no."

"No?" Mary raises an eyebrow, smiling. "Hmmm. I thought your sister was the slutty one. You don't sound too certain, though."

"I - I'm not a virgin," Mel mumbles. "But I haven't...done...much."

"Tell us what you've done."

"I...had sex with my ex-boyfriend. Once," Mel mutters. Mary tuts.

"Oh sweetheart, sweetheart, no. You're not going to get away with that. You're going to tell us the story of this ex-boyfriend," Mary purrs. "In detail. Tell us the story of your first time, little Mel." She leans forward, her ass brushing against Grant's erection as she breathes toward the younger woman, "Tell us about how you got fucked."

"Um..." Mel squirms more, now, toe twisting into the carpet and hands clasping and unclasping behind her back. She's clearly uncomfortable, but she stays put where they left her. "I...we..."

"Tell us, Mel," Grant says firmly. His voice seems to calm her, and she holds her head up straighter. Taking a deep breath, visibly steadying herself, she begins.

"Jackson and I had been dating for...a while. Near the end of our junior year. Then that summer I turned eighteen, and then in October he did, too. And by the end of the year we'd...you know. Done a little bit of stuff. I'd felt his cock through his pants, he'd gotten his hands up under my shirt, my bra...but then we were at a new year's party, at this girl Chrissy's place out in the country. Big house, big back yard...and we were, you know. Playing games. Spin the bottle, stuff. And we started playing Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Jackson and I...drew each other." She smiles shyly, blushing. "So that seemed...nice. And we went in the closet, and Jackson said, 'Well, we got seven minutes in here, we could do whatever we felt like.' And I said, 'Yeah, I guess so.' I was trying to like...be cool, even though the idea of being locked in a closet with him was really hot. And he said, 'You down to try something?' And I said, 'Maybe, what?' And he laughed and said, 'This,' and...and he opened his pants and got his cock out." Mel blushes deeper as she says it.

Mary laughs. "Wow. Jackson's, like, putting some serious moves out. Or maybe a sexual predator. And what did you do, huh?"

"Well, I, uh. I did like Jackson and I'd had a little champagne earlier, and I thought...why not? So I got down on my knees and I, uh. I sucked...his dick." Mel is beet-red now, clearly embarrassed by reliving this moment in such detail...though Grant can see her nipples hardening through the bodysuit, as well.

"Good girl," Mary says, adjusting her posture on Grant's lap to grind her ass slightly onto his dick, forcing him to stifle a groan. "And did he like it? Did you suck his cum out like a good girl?"

"Um, I. I think he liked it. I didn't...I'd never done that before, so I didn't really know...his cock felt big and soft and hot and I couldn't get much of it in my mouth, so I just kind of sucked the head for a while and...stroked it? With my hand? And Jackson seemed to like it, but then we heard someone coming to open the door, so I stopped and he put it away real quick...I think people knew what we were doing, because when Chrissy opened the door I was still like, getting up from the floor, and people afterward were teasing me and saying my lips were all shiny, till Abby made some joke about them getting us mixed up, because obviously she was the blowjob queen, which made people laugh..." Mel shrugs.

"Mmmm. But you said you got fucked. Giving a blowjob isn't being fucked, Mel," Mary says sternly, though a smile plays on her lips.

Mel twists one ankle awkwardly. "Yeah, that was...that was later..." She clears her throat. "So, the rest of the night Jackson kept muttering to me about how he was still hard and how much he wanted me, and then we were in that like...the last ten minutes to midnight? And he just muttered to me, 'Come with me,' and he took me upstairs. And it was like...this girl's house was really big, so this was like a big hall with a lot of rooms and you could hear...people having sex in a couple of them. And then he opened this door and pulled me into this, like, guest room, I guess, and he started kissing me and I kissed him back and then he was trying to get my dress off and I was like...ok."

"Haha, he shoots, he scores," Mary says. "So this is when you were fucked, I take it." Mel nods, not making eye contact. "Tell us all the details."

"He, um. Well. He got my dress off - nearly tore it - and he was kissing my neck and my...my boobs, and one of his hands started playing with my..." Mel blushes again. "...with my pussy, and I was just overwhelmed and kissing him back. And then he said, 'You want my dick, don't you?' And I...I kinda did, I had for a while, and it was New Year's and felt special, and I felt good that he wanted me that much, so I said...I said, 'Yeah.'"

"And then?" Mary prompts.

"And then he basically, like, threw me on the bed - he was on the wrestling team, he was pretty strong - and he took off his pants and climbed on top of me and pushed my legs apart. And I looked down at him and I wasn't, like, sure this was going to work, but then he kissed me and I was kissing him back and that felt good and then he, uh." Mel squirms some more, shivering slightly. "He fucked me."

"Any good?"

"Ummm. I don't know?" Mel equivocates. "I mean, I haven't...uh...I don't know. It wasn't bad. But it wasn't, like, amazing. It was uncomfy at first...he felt too big...but then as he kept fucking me it felt better. And he clearly loved it, which I liked. I thought there'd be more, like, kissing and stuff, but he pretty much just pinned me down and...and fucked me." She blushes again. "I...kinda liked that, though. It was...cool how strong he was. How he could just hold me down and...and fuck me, and I couldn't stop him even if I'd wanted to. It was kinda hot seeing his face as he did it and the way he was working so hard to fuck me. And then...we heard people counting down to the stroke of midnight. You know, in the living room, shouting, 'Ten...nine...eight...' And I guess he was...excited by that? Because he started fucking me harder, and then right after the stroke of midnight, he...had an orgasm. And he started inside me, but then he pulled out and kept...cumming, and he came all over my tummy and breasts."

"Mmmm. Lucky girl. Lucky guy, too," Mary says. "Did you cum?"

"Um, no." Mel shakes her head. "No, it felt good but I didn't...get there. And I didn't really like it when he came on me, it felt...gross and sticky and messy. Not like your cum," she clarifies hastily for Grant, who just manages to nod stiffly. "But yeah, I made him go get me kleenex so I could clean it up...he rolled his eyes at me, said something about how I should be 'grateful,' but he did it." Mel shrugs, clearly uncomfortable.

"And did you fuck Jackson again?" Mary asks, sounding genuinely curious.

"Um, no." Mel colors. "It...we...broke up later that night." She takes a deep breath. "I found him...fucking Chrissy."

"Whoa!! Major scandal. That same night?" Mary asks. She's laughing slightly, though not cruelly, and Mel flushes, humiliated.

"Y-Yeah. I...lost track of him around 2 a.m. and then I was getting ready to go home so I went to find him...and I found him in a bedroom where Chrissy was riding this boy on the bed and Jackson was...Jackson was fucking...her ass." Mel covers her face with her hands, clearly mortified to be reliving this moment.

"Holy shit. What an asshole." Mary snorts. "So you broke up with him?"

"I - y-yeah. I mean first I yelled at him, then at Chrissy, but Chrissy was just like...'If you were a good girl you'd still have your man. Guys don't cheat on girls who treat them right.' And Jackson was just like, 'Sorry, babe, I didn't mean to but it was Chrissy and everyone knows she's a freak so I felt like I had to try this.' They...they didn't even stop...fucking, while I was yelling at them." Mel sounds close to tears. "When I ran out, Jackson had pulled out of Chrissy's ass and he was...he was cumming down her throat..." Mel swallows hard, takes a deep breath. "So, yeah. We...we broke up."

"Damn. That Jackson's a real piece of work, huh?" Mary shakes her head. "Still," she adds slyly, "you must have wondered...since...if this was partly your fault, huh? Maybe if you'd eaten all that cum he left on you...pretended to like it...let him fuck your ass, he wouldn't have gone after Chrissy, huh?" Mel hesitates, then nods, shoulders sagging. "Oh, honey. It's not your fault. The world was a mess before, everyone stepping all over everyone else's boundaries and trying to figure out what they want, what everyone else is willing to give...it was rough out on those streets." Mary stands from Grant's lap and crosses to Mel, running her fingers lightly up the sides of Mel's torso before tweaking her nipples, making the younger woman gasp. "The good news is, it's easier now. You exist for one reason only...isn't that right?" Mel nods eagerly. "And what reason is that?"

"To...to make Grant happy," Mel whispers breathlessly.

"That's right. And I think he's very happy with you for telling the story of your slutting out in such great detail," Mary says with a laugh. "But I suspect you are, too. Am I right...?" Deftly, Mary steps behind Mel, pinning her wrists with one hand while the other glides down over the girl's flat stomach, over her pubic mound, and between her legs. "Mmm. I'm right, for sure. Wet as a fucking river. You know what you're for now, little Mel, don't you? You'll be a good girl." Mel nods frantically, whimpering slightly as Mary rubs her cunt through the suit. "All right then, Mel. On your knees."

As the girl sinks to her knees, eyes wide and lip trembling, Grant stands, his cock tenting his pants, ready for the real fun to begin.