Cunning Cotton Calls Out John

(John’s PoV)

I walk out of the bathroom to see Mat and Cotton giggling about something. Mat in a big t-shirt, fully prepared for a lazy day at home. Her cute little feet are in a cuter pair of fuzzy slippers. Pink strands of her wild hair point in every direction, her natural state.

“We’ve decided we can’t let you continue to embarrass us in public by dressing like a middle-aged librarian.” Mat announces.

Cotton stands behind her with her arms crossed. Her posture screams ‘I approve of this message.’ Arguing that I’m not middle-aged won’t help me. So instead I enjoy the contrast between the two beautiful girls.

The difference starts with height, Cotton is a full head taller than Mat. The difference makes her seem to take up twice the space. Her blonde hair tamed into a complicated looking braid, except for two long strands that frame her face. Sunglasses with light yellow lenses shade her eyes.

She’s wearing a school tank top, stretched around her chest, short enough to leave her midriff exposed, some daisy duke jean shorts, stretched around her butt, short enough leaving her creamy thighs exposed, and a pair of calf height cowboy boots.

Mat steps forward to run her hand from my naked chest down to my waist.

“You’re gonna need to put this little fella away.” She patted my flaccid penis. “Unless you plan to stay home with me all day.” I look down at the short, sultry girl next to me and take my time to consider that option.

“Sex later. Clothes now. We need to pick up Rita.” Cotton interrupts and leaves the room.

Mat gestured to the selected outfit on the settee before exiting as well. I continue dressing with a pair of joggers, gold with black stripes, school colors. A grey sweater made of a light, soft wool. Then comes the black and gold Starter jacket with the team logo. To finish the fit, some yellow sneakers. The jacket is oversized and the joggers leave my ankles exposed. How is this less embarrassing?

I don't get fashion.

After dressing, I present myself for review to the panel sitting in the loft sofa. Mat stands up and straightens my jacket collar. Her hands run over my chest. She hums, impressed by the soft feel of the fabric against my chest.

Cotton nods her approval. “Now you look like you belong with me.”

“Thanks for the tips, girlie. He looks scrumptious.” Mat shifts to hug Cotton’s head. Her seated height put her face in Mat’s small chest. “I can’t have my John out in public looking like no one loves him.”

“Your John?” Cotton arches her eyebrow, pulling back from the hug.

“My John. I share him with you!” The diminutive housewife bounces on her heels and boops Cotton on the nose before heading back to our bedroom. Cotton snorts and shifts to address me.

“You have our tickets, right?” Cotton asked while watching Mat leave.

“Tickets?” Apparently this was a test and that was the wrong answer.

“What kind of peasant doesn’t have season tickets?” Now I had her attention. She did a good impression of a disappointed mother-in-law.

“The kind that works in a library.” I defend myself.

“Nerds.” She rolls her eyes with an exasperated sigh.

“At least you'll be a good smelling nerd.” Mat returned with cologne for me. Cotton shakes her head. She pulls out her phone to tap away for a bit. My phone vibrates with a message.

“There. Buy four seats in the club suite. You’re too old to be in student seating.”

"Yes, princess." I look at the link she sent. It’s season tickets, some of the most expensive tickets in the stadium. “Why do I need season tickets?” Wrong question.

“Because you’re going to be at all the home games to support me, dummy.” Pretty obvious when she puts it that way.

“Okay, why four seats?” Why do I feel like there's a plan no one is telling me?

“You’re cute when you’re confused.” Mat pinched my cheek. Of course, I’m confused. Does she really expect me to drop this much money on a whim?

“Mr. I-Have-Four-Women-and-can't-keep-my-eyes-to-myself is asking why he needs four seats.” Cotton rolled her eyes. I earned that.

There are several club suites. “South club?”

“God no. North.” Because obviously. Guess I know where the extra money in my account is going.

“Okay. Done. Four seats North Club.” She nods approvingly.

“You see now?” I don’t. “You’re hopeless. I’ll explain on the way over.” She headed downstairs, grinning at her phone.

“Enjoy the game, honey. Be sure to be home for dinner. It will be served at 6. Tell Maria to be here at 4, I want some girl time with her before you get back.” Mat gave me a goodbye kiss before retreating to the bedroom.

“As you wish.” My Quest Master notification dings.

Cotton bought the Authority I perk for 2 points.

“What’s that brat up to?” I show the notification to Mat. She shrugs.

“Honey, you can be adorably dense. How much do you know about our pretty princess?”

“Not much.” I shake my head. Aside from Mat, I don’t know much about any of the women suddenly in my life.

“Maybe you should get to know her. Just be sure to remind her of the pecking order around here.”

I’m not sure I understand the pecking order around here. It must be a thing between women. Nothing she just said made me less confused.

Mat reads my confusion from my silence. “Isn’t it obvious? The girls who know you are the Quest Master rank above the ones who don’t.” That reminds me to turn app notifications off so Rita and Cotton don’t figure me out just yet. “Go! Don’t keep her waiting!”

Cotton and I head down the elevator.

"My driver is waiting." Cotton announced.

"A driver? To take us to Rita’s?" Rich people are different.

"Of course."

"The game at the college?" I laugh.

"Uh-huh. Why are you acting all weird?"

"It's a twenty minute walk. Tell your driver we're walking." I take her hand and start to move. She stands still.

"You're really going to make me walk?"

"Those boots look made for walkin'. Let's walk and talk. I want to get to know you a bit." She seemed surprised.

"You want to get to know me? You've call me to your sexy friend’s place for a booty call and leave me passed out with a pussy full of cum and you say you want to get to know me?" She scoffed. "My legs are still shaking from your rough treatment and I can still taste your oddly flavorful cum, and you want to get to know me?"

"Booty call is a good start, but wouldn’t you rather be more? There has to be a reason why you’re with me instead of one of your girl friends today.” For all her bluster, I get a feeling Cotton doesn’t have too many close relationships. She’s implied she’s had a good amount of sex before me, but hasn’t mentioned any previous boyfriends.

She pulls her hand back and squints at me, hand on hip, hip cocked to the side. I can see the wheels turning in her head.

“You thought that it was just going to be sex and favors between us?” Her mouth opened briefly, like she thought of something, but decided not to say it. "Wouldn't you like something more?"

"Okay, I have something to say, but we need privacy. My driver is here, ride with me and I'll talk."

That caught my interest. A woman in a driver uniform opens the door of a large black SUV parked at the sidewalk. Cotton steps in. I follow her. The driver closes the door behind us.

Cotton reaches into a cooler and opens a bottle of sparkling water. "I am a bitch, I know it, but I am a bitch who knows people. I know what I am getting with you. I made two bets, one on your dick and one on your future. I'm _very _happy with the first bet." She glances down at my crotch and smiles to emphasize the point. "nuh-uh. Don't let a couple good nights go to your head. I will tame your mindless-monkey dick.

"For the second bet, I'm betting that with my guidance, you'll become successful. My gut says you are on the verge of something big. With my help it'll be something huge for both of us."

I nod my head with nothing to add.

"Exactly." She pointed to my lack of words. "I know who I am. So I know what I can do for you. You're an asshole because you don't know who you are and what you're doing to Rita."

That's what she's talking about. I didn't expect this outcome when I changed their relationship to friends. I open my mouth to reply, but she cuts me off.

"You are not my first boyfriend. You are not my first body. Hell, you aren't even the oldest guy I've slept with. I know I signed up for a VC deal with sex." Wow. That was blunt, but not inaccurate. I'm not sure what to say to that. Cotton continues.

"Rita thinks she'll have your heart. She knows about Maria. She is flattered that you would even look at her when you have Maria. She doesn't know about me or Mat. To top it all off, she's even less self aware than your dense ass. If it was just the two of you, I would say you deserve each other." She paused to sigh heavily. "How do you think innocent, self-conscious Rita the Troll is going to react when she finds her competition is her popular friend and the most gorgeous girl next door, who, oh by the way, she lives with you, not only that, but is your fucking wife?" Literally. I know better than to snicker at her word choice.

She let that point sit in the air. "So. What you're going to do, how I'm going to fix this for you, I'm going to give you 4 days at one of my favorite vacation islands. You are going to take my friend Rita there and give her the time of her life."

"Okay, you can stop there." I appreciate what she's trying to do, but I need to do this myself. "You are right, I need to spoil Rita. I can take her for a spa weekend and show her how much I care. Thank you for your courage to talk to me on her behalf. I still owe you one."

Cotton smiled at my words, the approval shining out of her eyes. The car came to a stop and the door opened. I started to get out and she grabbed my arm and kissed my cheek.

"That. That is what my man should say. That is my second bet." Before I can exit, her grip tightens. I look back at her. "One more thing, dick-for-brains. If you hurt my friend. I will end you."

With that sober threat, we exit the car. "We can't tell Rita we're together until you two have your weekend. We'll tell her I met you on the walk to her place."

I open the door to let Cotton in the residence building. We're met by Gerta the Grouchy Goth. She sees Cotton walk in and stands up nervously.

"Hello, Princess. How can I help you?" Gerta greets Cotton. I can see the sweat forming on her forehead. Something happened between these two.

"I'm here to see my friend. It seems you've learned the proper respect." Cotton barely breaks stride heading to the elevator.

The doors barely closed before Cotton breaks into giggles. "It worked! Daddy was right! Did you see her? She was so scared of me!"

Daddy was right? What is that man teaching his daughter? It is pretty hot knowing that this bossy girl had her lips around my dick less than an hour ago.

Does something for the ego.