“Wait for your turn.”
“I want it now!” Dylan exclaimed, sticking his hand into the basket, taking a sandwich. Everyone laughed, except Oliver, who shook his head. “Here.” Dylan handed the sandwich to Natasha.
“For me? Why?” she asked, amused.
“You said hi to me that day.”
“How romantic,” Oliver said, sarcastically, “she was going to get a sandwich anyway. You won’t get yours now anymore.”
“I will!” Dylan said and reached into the basket again to get another one. Oliver tried to stop him, but with Lucy on his lap, there wasn’t much room for movement. Lucy and Natasha laughed.
“You guys are so funny,” Lucy said, amused, and slipped from Oliver’s lap, who was still competing with Dylan. He had managed to close the lid before Dylan could get the sandwich, but Dylan was trying to open it.
“We can share this one,” Natasha said, still laughing, pulled Dylan by the arm so he would stop the fight and handed half sandwich to him. Dylan smiled and stuck his tongue out.
“See? Now I have a sandwich too.” Dylan said.
“Can I have my sandwich, Oliver?” Natasha asked, smiling. Oliver shook his head again, amused, and picked up another sandwich, handing it to the girl.
Natasha again took half of it and gave to Dylan, who celebrated. Lucy just kept laughing.
“They’re always like this.” Lucy said to Natasha, rolling her eyes.
“Look what you got yourself into,” Dylan said, amused. “It’s too late now, you’re already part of the team.”
“Am I?!” Natasha exclaimed, her eyes shining.
Natasha had never had many friends. People found her weird. Rebel, disobedient, always getting spankings, always being the different girl.
“But of course, Nat!” Lucy said, smiling. Oliver handed her a piece of cake. Natasha stared at the cake, excited.
“Maybe, just maybe, there’s time to ask for another place,” Dylan teased again. “You can live with me. It’s way more normal up there.”
“Are you inviting me to live with you?” Natasha asked, amused. Dylan laughed and shrugged.
“Sure. It’d be much better than living with my current housemates. Can we swap, Lucy and Oliver?”
“No way, Natasha’s with us and she won’t move!” Lucy protested.
“And you, what do you think, Oliver?” Natasha asked. Oliver smiled.
“I’ve got used to you being there, so, no, we won’t swap. Dylan was the one who didn’t want to live with me. It hurt my feelings,” he said, playfully. Dylan rolled his eyes.
“It’s better than us fighting every day, like we always did at school.”
“If only you obeyed me, everything would be all right.” Oliver continued. Natasha laughed.
“You guys are the best, I swear!”
They spent some time there, eating, drinking, talking, and enjoying the sun.
“All good things come to an end. I have to go.” Oliver said, getting up. The food was over already.
“No! Why?” Natasha asked. She was enjoying herself more than she could imagine.
Maybe having friends is good after all, she thought.
“Gotta go to work.” Oliver said, while he helped Lucy to get up too.
“He’s an officer in the military. Super important,” Dylan teased.
“Someone has to work here, right, Dylan? I’m not rich like you.”
“Watch how you talk to me,” Dylan said, frowning. Oliver dropped the basket and, in a swift movement, took Dylan by the neck, lowering his head under his arm and ruffling his hair. Dylan started screaming in protest as the girls laughed.
“It’s a joke, bro!” Oliver exclaimed.
“Let go of me, you psycho!” Dylan shouted, laughing, trying to push Oliver, who held on for a while but released Dylan. His face was red. “I’ll get you later, Oliver”
“All right, but not now. I have to go to work,” Oliver said, taking the basket and the Lucy’s hand. They began to walk. Dylan kept cursing him.
Dylan and Natasha started walking after Lucy and Oliver had gone.
“You mean you’re rich?” Natasha asked, amused.
“Don’t listen to Oliver,” Dylan said, rolling his eyes, but also smiling. “He likes to tease me. I’m telling you, you better run away while it’s time.”
“Run away? I can’t believe I’ve met such nice housemates!” Natasha exclaimed, her face lighting up. Dylan smiled, staring into her blue eyes. Suddenly, he felt his hands sweaty.
But then he shook his head. Natasha joined her eyebrows together but kept smiling, confused. Dylan looked at her, wide-eyed.
“What’s the matter?” Natasha asked.
“Nothing, nothing.” Dylan said, putting a smile on his face. Deep down, though, he was thinking about how there was no way at all he would fall for this funny and beautiful girl. He didn’t need a relationship, especially not one like Oliver and Lucy’s. He would have fun in the BDSM party, and that would be it.
He couldn’t guess that Natasha was thinking the same. The girl had no intention whatsoever of getting in a relationship. She would not kneel to what the Government wanted. She would not join anyone in the Junction Year. Not now, not ever.
Chapter 5. Vanilla
“It’s today! Yeah!” Dylan exclaimed, happy, unable to contain himself. He was at Oliver and Lucy’s place. For a change. He was wearing a white formal shirt with the first buttons opened, blue jeans, and skateboarding snickers. An upbeat song played, and the house seemed full of life, though there were only the three of them there. The lights were on and Lucy made pancakes for everyone, which produced a divine scent.
Oliver had just got out of the shower and was wearing only a pair of shorts, showing his defined abdomen while he wiped his wet hair with a towel.
“Dinner’s ready!” Lucy announced, putting a pancake on a plate. Dylan jumped off the couch and walked over there. Seeing this, Oliver ran to pick up the pancake before him. Dylan stared blankly at him and hurried even more. He got there before Oliver, but the two of them arrived almost at the same time.
“Got it!” Dylan exclaimed, holding the plate. Oliver frowned and quickly snatched the pancake with his hand. He took a bite while Dylan was still trying to understand what he had done. “Ah, man! I can’t believe it! You animal,” Dylan complained, trying to get the pancake back from Oliver’s mouth as they all laughed.
“Children! Children! Everyone will get one!” Lucy said, while the two still fought over the pancake.
At the same moment, Julian and Natasha got in the apartment, carrying plastic bags while talking. The weather was getting cold and they both wore thick coats. Julian had a wool scarf hiding part of his face.
They all stared at each other for a few seconds before Natasha exclaimed:
“Is it a pancake party?!” and went to where they were. Oliver hurried to the bedroom to get a shirt. “Do you have one for us? I was thinking about ordering a pizza. And... hi! You really do come here always!” she exclaimed, noticing Dylan.
Dylan laughed.
“Hi! Of course, I come when I can to see you.”
“Oh, yeah, okay,” Natasha said, unbelieving, and went up to Lucy.
Oliver came back from the room. He wore a green sweater, with a white polo shirt underneath. That made him look posh, serious, but also childlike, as if his mother had arranged his outfit. Natasha noticed this and commented:
“Wait! Are you guys going out?” she said, turning to Lucy, who was looking adorable, wearing a short black dress, white tights, and a red ribbon to her hair. “You didn’t even invite me!”
“Do you want to go out with us?” Dylan asked.
“Where are you going?”
“Any place with us is awesome, right?” Dylan completed. Natasha laughed. What was that boy thinking?
“To a party,” Oliver said. “Would you like to come?”
“A party? You, Oliver? And inviting me?”
“Sometimes I let m
yself be persuaded to go to these places,” Oliver replied, glaring at Dylan, who laughed.
“Come on, Natasha, it’ll be cool!” Lucy said, handing a pancake to Oliver. Dylan was busy staring at Natasha.
“Alright, I will, but with one condition: Julian have to come with us this time!” she exclaimed. Julian was in his room, but with the door open, so he heard it and shouted from there:
“What?!”
“You heard it, baby. I’ll not leave you alone here!” the girl said, going to their room. “It’s Saturday night.”
Julian stepped out of the door. He smiled too, but his face was red.
“Oh, no, he’s too cute...” Dylan whispered to Lucy, who was by his side, climbing on one of the stools at the counter, to eat her pancake.
“I don’t know, guys...” he said, smiling, still shy.
“I don’t like to leave you here alone! You’re my best friend forever, you have to go with me everywhere!” Natasha exclaimed.
“What kind of party is this?” Julian asked.
“Yeah, what kind of party is this, Dylan?” Natasha asked, licking her lips. Dylan raised his eyebrows.
“BDSM, of course.”
Julian turned even redder than a sweet pepper. Natasha laughed.
“Oh no, guys, I can’t,” Julian said, sitting down on the couch. Natasha jumped to his side.
“Why not?” Dylan asked, getting closer to them.
“I... I don’t know, it’s just... you know,” he began saying but stopped. Dylan and Natasha exchanged glances.
“No problem if you’ve never been to one. To tell you the truth, I just went to parties in dorms and things like that. I’m new to it too.” Dylan said.
“Really?” Natasha asked, amused. “I’ve been to many before.”
“Really?!” Dylan asked back, impressed.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. We’re only going to eat and drink and listen to music,” Natasha told Julian, but he still seemed too embarrassed.
“It’s just... I don’t know if I like BDSM,” he said and looked at Natasha, who nodded, to support him.
“You don’t like it?” Dylan raised his eyebrows.
In Chayl, thanks to the way society is constituted, with a totalitarian government, punishments, rules, the domination is at all levels. It is very strange not to be involved in a relationship within this dynamic.
“Yeah... I think I’m vanilla,” he murmured. Vanilla was how those who didn’t like the BDSM dynamic were known. They were rare in Chayl.
“Vanilla?!” Dylan exclaimed. “Oh, no!”
“Leave him alone, Dylan,” Natasha scolded, frowning.
“I’m not saying anything. It’s all right. It’s just that... vanilla?! Oh, no, man, don’t tell me something like that.”
“Dylan!” Oliver scolded, in that authoritarian way. Oliver was very good at being dominant. People feared him when he was serious. Dylan turned to him. “Leave the boy alone. He can be whatever he wants.”
“I’m not saying anything, my god! Sorry, okay? God damn it, I’m always wrong!” Dylan exclaimed, getting as squeamish as a child. Oliver shook his head. Lucy just smiled, amused. Natasha laughed.
“It’s okay, Dylan,” Julian said, smiling. “But that’s just why I don’t like going to these events...”
“Okay, okay. I just wanted your company. Sorry,” Dylan said, sitting down on the couch. “Vanilla, that’s new.”
“Enough drama! I’ll get ready!” Natasha announced, getting up. “Anyone wants a beer? I bought some at the market.”
“Yeah!” Dylan exclaimed. Natasha went to the bags, picking up a beer. She handed it to Dylan and got one for herself. She offered it to Oliver, but he didn’t accept.
“Don’t you drink? Typical.” Natasha said, teasingly. Oliver stared at her without patience. “And you?” she asked Lucy.
“Yeah, bring it on!” Lucy exclaimed, accepting the can, but looked at Oliver as if asking for permission. Oliver said nothing. He didn’t like when she got drunk, but they had agreed he would allow her to drink, as long as she didn’t overdo it.
“Julian?”
“I don’t think one will hurt,” he said, smiling, and accepting the can.
“I’ll change, then! Don’t leave without me!” Natasha exclaimed, entering her room.
Dylan got out of the couch and went to Oliver, on the counter next to Lucy.
“Dude, what are the chances of Natasha and I playing together in the party?” he whispered. “Not that I want a relationship or something like that. It’s just that… she’s hot and I love her personality.”
“You want to top?” Oliver asked, stuffing a piece of pancake into his mouth.
“I guess she’d make a bottom scene,” Lucy said, getting into the conversation. “You remember how she behaved with Mr. Thompson. She should like it.”
“I don’t know, Lucy,” Dylan said, staring at the closed door of her bedroom. “She looks very dominant. And I’m afraid of getting spanked.”
The three of them laughed.
“Maybe you’d like if you tried it. You deserve a thrashing, Dylan.” Oliver teased.
“Only if you spank me, Daddy,” Dylan replied, patting his own ass.
“No problem, come here!” Oliver said and tried to catch Dylan’s arm, who shouted and ran away. Oliver began to chase after Dylan, while Julian and Lucy laughed. Dylan jumped on the couch, trying to defend himself, and Oliver went up to him, holding his arm, and pretending he was going to slap his ass.
“No, no, no, it was a joke!!! Aaaah, Lucy!!” Dylan shouted as Oliver held him in place on the couch, leaning heavily on him. “Tell him to stop!!”
“I always tell him to stop and it’s no good!” Lucy said, laughing.
Natasha left the room, wearing a towel only.
“What’s going on in here?!” she exclaimed. Oliver had already released Dylan, but they were still on the couch. Dylan tried to kick him.
“Trying to teach Dylan a lesson,” Oliver said, simply, and tried to slap his ass one more time. Dylan swerved.
“Leave me alone!” he shouted, still kicking the air.
Natasha started to giggle.
“Do you need someone to teach you a lesson, Dylan?” she asked, winked, but didn’t wait for the answer. She went back to the bedroom.
Dylan stared at Oliver.
“I’m telling you, she’s a domme for sure,” Dylan said.
“I hope she spanks you then,” Oliver said, standing up. “Come on, Lucy, let’s finish getting ready to go. It’s time for you to put on the leash.”
Oliver walked to her, pulling the leash from his pocket. Julian stared at them, still wide-eyed. Dylan was already used to it, but it reminded him, once again, why he didn’t want a relationship like that.
Lucy always got super wet when Oliver forced her to wear it. She was always wearing her collar, but she only had to wear the leash when they would play. He moved closer, pulled her hair gently away, and put the leash on the metal ring on her collar. Oliver kissed her on the head.
“I’m ready too!” Natasha appeared, leaving her room. She was quite different. She wore a very tight dress, red high heels, and bright red lipstick. She was wearing a leather jacket, but nothing covered her legs against the cold.
Dylan felt immediately aroused as he looked at her.
That wasn’t good.
Chapter 6. The Party
In Chayl, curfew was enforced. People younger than 20 couldn’t be out at night without a responsible adult, otherwise they could get caught by the police and even be punished right then. So, being able to get a taxi and go out without having to ask for permission was an unimaginable freedom for Dylan, Oliver, and Lucy. Natasha was used to breaking the curfew. She did it frequently and got caught only twice. She was spanked each time.
They stopped in front of the club and stared at each other, hesitantly. It was a box-shaped building, all black, with a tiny door and only a small sign showing the n
ame of the place. Diablo. Some people stood outside in a line, waiting. They followed to the end of the line.
“Try to look less frightened, you all. We need to pretend we’re not freshmen, okay?” Natasha muttered to them.
“What did you do to come to clubs like this, Natasha?” Oliver asked, frowning.
“I had a fake ID and sneaked out of school,” she said, shrugging as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
“I should have drunk a lot more before coming,” Dylan said, looking around, nervously. “I mean, at school, we improvised scenes in the dorms. But nothing like that.”
“Just pretend you’re used to it and it’ll be all right,” Natasha said.
“Listen up,” Oliver said as the line moved, and they approached the door. “Accept nothing from strangers. Don’t do anything that you aren’t comfortable with. Always remember to set a keyword, limits, and rules. Do not drink too much. Don’t leave without telling the others. If anything happens, we meet here at the door. Stay safe. Do you understand?”
“Come on, Daddy.” Natasha sneered, but Oliver stared at her, serious. The girl got quiet.
“Do you understand? This is important.”
“Yes,” Dylan said.
“Got it.” Natasha said, lowering her voice, and completed, “... thank you. For worrying.”
Natasha wasn’t used to people worrying about her.
“You’re welcome,” Oliver said, a little surprised.
The inside didn’t look like a conventional club. The lights were on. The floor was red and the walls, black. There were many benches for the scenes, instruments scattered around, St. Andrew’s crosses where people were tied. Sounds of pain and pleasure mingled with the scent of sex, background music playing.
“Let’s get some drinks,” Dylan nodded at a neon bar, next to the main room. They headed there, and everyone got something but Oliver.
Oliver hated to drink. He hated the taste of it. He hated the next day when the hangover came. But even worse, he hated losing control. He used to drink when he was a boy to show off to his classmates, but as an adult, he was past that stage.
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