Double Dom Fantasies

by Cassidy Browning

  Those who were interested were invited to remove as much clothing as they wished and experience the wax on various other body parts. To AJ’s surprise, Buffy removed her shirt, although she left her bra on, and climbed on the table when it was her turn.

  “Does anybody want to try pouring?” Allie said, only barely glancing at him and Crash before turning to the others.

  “I would,” Susan said, just as AJ was opening his mouth to volunteer. It suddenly seemed very important for him to learn this stuff, although he wasn’t at all sure why. Maybe it was to spite Tammy, although she would probably never find out anyway. He knew he could wallow in self-pity and ruin everyone’s week or he could suck it up and focus on something else to hold off his feelings until after the boot camp. Since he was here and committed, he might as well take advantage of the opportunities. Besides, if he did it, maybe Crash would, too, and he wanted Crash and Buffy to play together as much as possible.

  Giving Susan’s back a frown, he took his place behind her in line at the table and motioned for Crash to join him. Allie showed them all how to tell when there was enough melted wax in the candle, then again dripped on their arms so they could judge the right distance.

  “You’d think we could at least make s’mores while we’re waiting,” Crash mumbled into AJ’s ear.

  Susan was very careful and methodical, letting only the tiniest of drops out of her candle. AJ shuffled his feet in impatience. Then suddenly Buffy let out a gasp as a huge glop of the stuff landed just above her belly button.

  “Oh, gosh. I’m so sorry!” Susan made a move to scoop it up, accidentally jerking the candle she held and spilling even more.

  Buffy yelped in pain, and Susan hastily passed her candle to Allie and backed away, covering her mouth with her hand.

  “The pain should only last a second,” Allie said, putting the candles down and watching Buffy. “Are you okay?”

  “Yes, I’m fine,” Buffy assured her, although she was still grimacing. “Really. I was mostly surprised.”

  Susan scuttled away while Allie carefully scraped off the wax and asked Buffy if she wanted to get up or continue with her experiment. Buffy glanced down at her torso, where there was an obvious red mark forming.

  “I think I’m done for a little while,” she said ruefully, and AJ stepped forward to help her off the table. She flushed a little and thanked him, covering her chest with her shirt as she walked away.

  He gave her a minute to get re-dressed, then followed, ignoring Allie’s question if he was interested in experimenting.

  “Are you really okay?” He made his voice low and intimate, trying not to startle her, since she was still turned away from him.

  She jumped convulsively and glanced over her shoulder. “I’m fine, thanks.”

  “Can I talk to you for a minute?” He could see Crash taking off his shirt and climbing on the table to experience the wax, and it occurred to him that this was a perfect time to see if he couldn’t do some good.

  She sighed and reluctantly led the way to the back corner of the room. “Sure.”

  “It’s about Crash,” he said, furtively making sure that Crash wasn’t paying attention to them. He didn’t need to worry. Lucy had jumped at the opportunity to play with him and was rubbing her hands all over his chest while she listened to Allie explaining the technique once again. Crash’s face was a picture of mortification, but he didn’t take his eyes off her.

  When AJ looked back at Buffy, he couldn’t tell what her expression meant. If there had been any reason for it, he would have sworn it was outrage. That couldn’t be, though. He hadn’t done anything to upset her. He took a deep breath.

  “Crash isn’t very good with girls,” he began. “But I know he likes you. A lot. I normally wouldn’t get involved, but since we only have this week, I wanted to ask—”

  “You wanted to ask if I’d consider having a short fling with him to boost his confidence?”

  He was taken aback. That wasn’t how he would have put it at all. “Crash does need to build some confidence,” he agreed.

  “And are you also offering to ‘help me out’ financially if I do this?”

  Shit. Allie had told her about their plan to buy her an outfit to wear at the play parties this weekend.

  “You did say you couldn’t afford—” he said, wondering why she seemed so angry. Most girls liked it when you bought them things.

  “I certainly didn’t mean that my services were up for sale!” Buffy sputtered, turning and storming out of the barn.

  “AJ?” Crash called from the table.

  Lucy giggled. “Yes, AJ, come here and help me, please. I’ll hold him down while you pour the wax.”

  AJ debated whether to follow Buffy and see if he could find out what her problem was or stay and give moral support to Crash, who was obviously stressed out. But what could he say to Buffy? He had no idea what had pissed her off, and in his experience, if he didn’t know already, they probably wouldn’t tell him, and anything he said would only make it worse. He sighed and went over to the table.

  * * * *

  Sami stormed up to her room, regardless of the fact that she was now going to miss the latex paint demonstration, which she had really wanted to see. She couldn’t believe that both of the guys had tried to pay her to have sex with the other one. She supposed that she couldn’t blame Crash too much. He was worried about AJ’s state of mind, since he’d just been dumped by that girl. But still—to treat her like a hooker! It was too much.

  She might have given them the benefit of the doubt except that they had both specified that it was only for the week. It was bad enough that neither of them wanted her for themselves, but to try to pawn her off on each other, and for money!

  The tears started as she threw herself down on the bed.

  * * * *

  “What did you say to her? Whatever it was was bad enough to make her skip this afternoon’s caning class.” Crash followed AJ down the stairs for dinner. AJ had been cagey about what he and Buffy had been talking about before she’d stormed out of the room. He had been too busy trying to keep Lucy’s hands from wandering places where he didn’t think they should be to keep track of what AJ had been up to. When he’d jumped up on the table, the idea was to let Buffy pour hot wax on him to make up for the fact that she’d been burned, but the next thing he knew she was gone and AJ was back to looking as morose as ever.

  He wouldn’t even tell Crash what they’d been talking about. Maybe he’d asked her out. She’d acted kind of odd when he’d talked to her about being friendly to AJ. Did she think they were trying to take advantage of her?

  At the bottom of the staircase, he became aware that Carly was helping Allie put out food. It was on the tip of his tongue to ask hopefully if she’d cooked dinner, but he caught himself just in time. Then he started to wonder if she’d told Allie that he had been coming by every morning for breakfast. He watched Allie’s face as she gave him a welcoming smile. She didn’t seem to have any grudges against him. Hopefully Carly wouldn’t say anything.

  “And this morning he came by again,” Carly was saying, causing his heart to skip a beat before he realized she was talking about someone else. “This time the son of a bitch wanted some other fee. I don’t even remember what he said it was for. They might as well call them ‘bribe fees,’ since I’m convinced that’s all it is.”

  “You might be right,” Allie said. “Have you started keeping a list of all of his charges like Brad suggested?”

  “Yes,” Carly said glumly. “And all the new stuff he comes up with for me to fix. How’s it going with your sprinkler system?”

  “Karl’s been pricing them. I don’t know how we’re going to be able to swing it, especially if we have to have all the banisters redone. Now we’ve gotten a letter that he wants all of the plumbing inspected again. We just did that a little over a year ago when we took the place over.” Allie gave the guys a quick glance and then led Carly back into the kitchen.

 
“So what did you say to her?” Crash tried again when they were alone.

  AJ gave him a scowl. “I didn’t say anything.”

  “Well, what were you talking about?”

  “It’s none of your business.”

  Crash frowned, too. It might not have been any of his business, but why not? The two of them had always told each other everything, especially when it came to women.

  “Hey, man. If you want to date her, I won’t be mad.” They sat down.

  AJ slapped the table. “I wasn’t asking her out!”

  “Okay, okay. I was just saying—”

  Susan and Lucy came in the room, arm in arm, followed by their husbands. Lucy was prattling, as usual, and Susan actually seemed to be listening to her.

  They took their places as Buffy came in. She looked as if she’d just scrubbed her face. Her eyes were red rimmed, or at least they seemed to be from the quick glance he got before she ducked her head. Lucy and Susan went back to their conversation, oblivious. Allie and Carly brought out the food and then they were joined by Karl and Brad.

  Crash was glad to see that dinner seemed to consist of normal food today. It looked like pork chops and scalloped potatoes. Maybe Carly was a good influence on Allie. He took an appreciative whiff as he helped himself to two rolls.

  “Smells wonderful.”

  Allie smiled at him. “Thank you. It’s a new recipe. I hope you like it.”

  “I’m sure I will.” He dished himself out a salad and started on it while he waited as patiently as he could for the main course to come around. Then it hit him what Allie had said. “A new recipe.” How could plain old pork chops and scalloped potatoes be “a new recipe”? Shit. That meant it was something weird again. The chops must be made of tofu or cauliflower or something. He almost groaned out loud.

  “So how are you guys enjoying the workshop?” Carly asked.

  “It’s wonderful!” Lucy gushed immediately. “I’d wanted to try this stuff for ages, but we don’t have a club near us. We’re getting a much better idea now of the kinds of things we can do at home, and I told Roy that we need to come here every year for vacation.” She beamed at Allie as if she was sure that was the best news Allie could hear. Crash wasn’t sure he would want Lucy to come and visit him every year. She was stressing him out, constantly running her hands over his chest, or winking at him, or taking her clothes off and jiggling her boobs in front of his face. It wasn’t that she was unattractive. Her tits were actually quite nice. But a guy can only take so much, especially when he doesn’t have any other outlet for his needs.

  Allie did seem pleased by the idea of seeing Lucy every year. She gave her a big smile. “I’m so glad you’re having fun.”

  Fun wasn’t exactly the word Crash would have used to describe the experience so far. He’d been force-fed vegetables, having to resort to sneaking into town to get his daily junk-food fix. Then there were naked women prancing around that he wasn’t allowed to touch. He guessed he probably could touch Lucy anytime he wanted. But he didn’t want to touch her. The worst thing was he’d met the girl of his dreams and she wasn’t available either. He couldn’t believe he was actually encouraging her to date AJ. Not that it mattered. She seemed to be really mad at that suggestion, too. She hadn’t even looked at either one of them since she’d come in, or anyone else for that matter.

  “What’s been your favorite thing so far?” Carly asked.

  “The shopping, definitely!” Lucy giggled. “Poor Roy won’t know what hit him when he sees the bill.”

  Roy gave her an indulgent smile.

  “I think my favorite thing so far was the wax,” Susan said. She actually flashed an apologetic smile down to Buffy. “I know I certainly learned the most in that one.”

  “I liked the rope work,” Greg put in. “Even though Susan wasn’t too keen on it. Guess I’ll have to find somebody else to practice on.”

  Lucy laughed loudly, and Crash looked at Susan to see her reaction.

  To his surprise, she laughed, too. “As long as I can find someone to practice the body art stuff with. The latex was very intriguing, too.”

  “I guess that leaves you.” Lucy turned to her husband with a smile.

  “You’d look much better covered in paint than I would, dear. I might consider painting myself if I’m going to a Condors game, but otherwise I’ll be perfectly content to watch. I like watching.” Roy was helping himself to two pork chops, making Crash anxiously try to count from across the table what was left on the plate. He tried to send a psychic message to Susan to hurry up with the potatoes—or whatever they were. He was hungry enough to eat them even if they turned out to be Vegemite and persimmons.

  Lucy wrinkled her nose. “Why will men paint themselves up to go to a silly football game, but they won’t let us do it to them for more interesting reasons?”

  “Funny how that works,” Karl said.

  “Hey!” Crash opened his mouth to give her a lecture on the seriousness of football, but was stopped by a look from AJ, who was finally handing him the scalloped potatoes.

  He was immediately distracted from his indignation as he dished himself out some and poked them experimentally with his fork. They looked like potatoes. They smelled like potatoes. They seemed to have the consistency of potatoes. They must be potatoes, right?

  He put one in his mouth and chewed. It tasted like scalloped potatoes, but a little different. Kind of sweet, too. He took another bite, savoring it as he accepted the pork chops from AJ. There seemed to be plenty, so he took three of them, but then he added some more of the potatoes to his plate before they disappeared again. This definitely needed some more investigation.

  “It’s all right, though.” Lucy gave Susan a huge smile. “I think Susan and I can experiment with the fun stuff. You guys can sit back and watch.”

  “Works for me.” Greg grinned happily at them both. “As long as I get to watch, I’ll be happy.”

  “So, Sami.” Carly seemed to be trying to catch her friend’s eye, even though Sami was studiously ignoring everyone at the table. “What’s your favorite part been so far?”

  After a moment during which Sami seemed to be debating with herself whether or not to answer, she finally looked up. “I guess I liked the wax, too.” She sent a halfhearted smile in Susan’s direction. “Even the last one. It kept reminding me later about the session, so I didn’t mind that it hurt a little.”

  “That’s a good point,” said Allie, nodding at her. “Lots of people like getting bruises and other marks for just that reason. It extends the experience, or at least a small piece of it, out over a few days.”

  “I can understand that,” AJ said suddenly. “It’s like getting in a really good workout. The soreness really makes you feel like you did something.”

  “Exactly.” Brad smiled at him. “The pain or soreness can make you feel really alive.”

  “Being naked in public kind of does that for me, too,” said Allie. “It used to scare the hell out of me, even though I had done those pictures in college. That was totally different. Being naked in a group of people, especially when they’re dressed, makes me completely aware of myself in a way that nothing else does. Once I got over the terror, I realized that I felt really alive and empowered. It’s surprising, but I can’t deny that it’s kind of addicting.”

  Lucy smiled at her. “I feel exactly the same way.”

  Her husband patted her hand. “We know you do.”

  “So, how does everyone like the applesauce in the potatoes?” Allie asked suddenly, looking around the table. “Kind of different, right?”

  “Applesauce?” Crash looked down at his empty plate. “There was applesauce in that?”

  * * * *

  Sami left the table as early as she could when dinner was over. She tried to make her exit as unnoticeable as possible, but to her dismay, Carly followed her into the living room.

  “Are you okay?”

  At Carly’s question, Sami sighed and plopped down on the
couch. “I’m fine.”

  “You don’t sound fine.” Carly took a seat next to her and grabbed Sami’s hand. “Do you want to talk about it? Did the guys do something?”

  Nothing I want to talk about, no. Sami shook her head, trying to look nonchalant. “No, everything’s okay. I just have a headache.”

  Carly smiled. “Maybe the guys would give you a massage or something to help. They certainly look like they’d be willing.”

  Sami let out a little snort before she could help herself. “I’m not so sure about that.” At least not without expecting something in return.

  Carly sat back. “Why do you say that? They’re obviously into you. I’d love to have someone like them—either of them. They’re cute, sweet, and not into themselves like most good-looking guys. I’d trade places with you any day.”

  “You can have them.” Sami rubbed her temples. She’d always been able to tell Carly everything, so why could she not bring herself to admit that both of the guys had offered her money to have a fling with the other? It was just too much, after everything else. She felt like the last bit of her self-respect was slipping away.

  “Seriously? You’re not interested?” Carly sounded incredulous. Sami half expected her to start a lecture along the lines of “You’re not going to find anything better, you know.” But instead Carly just sighed. “I don’t understand that. They seem almost perfect, at least if you could afford to feed them.”

  Sami felt tears forming in her eyes. She stood up, feeling an urgent need to get away. They wouldn’t look at Carly as a quick, meaningless fuck. But she wasn’t Carly. She’d never really inspired anything significant.

  She wiped quickly at her eyes. “I’m sorry, Carly. I’m just not in the mood to be around people right now. Do you mind if I go up to my room? I think I need to lie down.”