A splashing sound brought my attention to Francine and her man. She’d disappeared beneath the water’s surface and one didn’t have to be a genius to figure out what she was doing. Her man had both hands under water and was breathing the way only a man getting some serious head breathes.
I found myself getting turned on all over again. The temptation to jump into the pool and declare, “Who’s up for a round of chicken fighting?!” was almost overwhelming. The man doing most of the hooting and hollering from the other side of the pool caught me looking and suddenly announced, “Looks like we have a peeping Tom!”
Jamie’s eyes popped open and she looked over at me. Her sultry stare told me she was happy to have my eyes on her and the way her tits rose with each satisfied breath nearly beckoned me through the glass doors. It was her pointed finger followed by the come hither motion that got my legs moving.
Once through the door, I was greeted by cheers.
“It’s the new girl!” the excited man on the other side of the pool yelled.
He was bald with that sexy five o’clock shadow at the top of his head; the way only a man who purposely Bics his head looks. I liked his strong, square jaw and what looked like old military tattoos on his upper arms. He was manly that’s for sure.
“Sunshine,” I corrected him.
“It is pretty sunshiny out here,” the woman at his side announced.
Her hair was brown but streaked with blonde highlights. I wouldn’t call her super attractive but she had that wild, slightly dirty attractiveness to her. I’d seen the way men flocked to the porn stars with that look. Where good girls gave off a “wine me and dine me” kind of vibe, these types of girls definitely radiated a more “bend me over and fuck the shit out of me” aura.
I suppose I’m somewhere in the middle. My mood determines my trashiness.
“No, that’s her name,” another woman, this one with caramel colored skin, maybe Latina, yelled out. “She was at the party last night.”
“I missed that one,” baldy said. “But I’m seeing you now, Sunshine. Why don’t you come in and join us. We were about to play a little game over here.”
The pool suddenly looked so refreshing. Taking a dip wouldn’t be cheating on Bastian. It would be a chance to meet my new neighbors, all of which seemed so friendly and willing to invite me into their circle.
“I’d love to,” I said, “I just…”
The sexy trashy girl dipped down low into the pool and sprung up, launching herself slightly out of the water, high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her small tits. That’s when I realized she was wearing a necklace like my own. So was the man standing behind the Latina. I hadn’t noticed it before but the sun reflected off it and it glimmered. He stood behind his girl and the look on her face told me he was busy under the water.
Jamie wasn’t wearing one but when Rodge returned to the surface I saw he was. So was Francine. They all had necklaces like mine.
What does this even mean?
My fingers went to my necklace and I played with the pendant. I’d read the rule book and knew that I was considered a “pet” in the nicest sense of the word. Pet as in sexual plaything it seemed. Like an owned yet cared for underling.
Am I a slave?
Rodge had been going down on Jamie and Francine on her man. They were pets. Is that what we were here for?
“She’s wearing her necklace,” the trashy girl said. “So she’s all in!”
More cheers. They sure didn’t look like slaves of any kind. Everyone and I mean EVERY ONE seemed happy. The trashy girl took the bald man by the head and whispered to him. Then he dragged her over closer to the wall, put her hands onto the side so she had something to grip, and moved in behind her.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Fuck yeah,” she said.
He was fucking her from behind and she was the pet. She’d asked him to fuck her and he’d done it as if their roles were reversed.
“It’s not what you think,” said a voice from behind.
I whipped my head around to see an older black woman with short hair cropped closely to her head. She wore a tight tan colored suit and if I had to guess her profession I’d say real estate agent. She looked so professional but also looked like sales was her business.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
“You’re nervous,” she said. “I have a second sense when it comes to these things. That and I’ve been doing this long enough that I can tell when a newbie is freaking out a little.”
“I’m not freaking out,” I said.
“Come with me,” she said.
I followed her and passed the others a wave as I entered the building.
“Come back and join us later,” the man Francine was blowing yelled out.
I’d swear the woman had a snorkel as I don’t remember ever seeing her come up for air. Aquawoman would have to be her new nickname.
The community center was empty. Two cubicles sat unattended on the far wall and in the middle of the opened floor sat various stress-relief tools, like a yoga mat and one of those large inflatable balls people roll their backs around on. I don’t know what they’re called. A couch, loveseat, and a recliner encircled that stress-relief area.
I knew from the party that there were several rooms in the place, and a whole other floor, all of which had been occupied by drunken partygoers the night before. The place seemed totally different in its vacant state. All the warmth and glow, all the bells and whistles, all the sexual tension I’d experienced that night at the party was now gone.
“Sunshine, right?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” I said, “And you are…”
“Vivi,” she replied. “Just call me Vivi.”
Vivi led me to her office at the back of the room, a glass encased one that reminded me of the loan officer stations at my local bank. It was clear she had an open-door policy and didn’t mind people peeking in.
“Have a seat,” she said.
I did. She sat calmly on her side of the desk while I fidgeted with my hair on my side.
“So I’m totally freaking out,” I blurted out. “You were right. Look, I read the manual, I have on the necklace, and I’m seeing all these wonderful people doing…wow…”
I had to stop to catch my breath as my panties were still soaked from what I’d witnessed outside. My body was overheating. Where had that nice, crisp breath of fresh air from earlier gone?
“They’re doing things that look like they feel so good and all but…wow,” I added.
“It’s a bit overwhelming,” Vivi said. “I remember when I first moved to E. Mayberry. Seems like ages ago, but I remember how nervous I was. Had I made the right choice? Was this the place for me? Should I just call it quits and go back to my normal life in my normal neighborhood and watch my boring ol’ weeknight TV programs? But let’s face it, Sunshine, what we had wasn’t so great, was it?”
I looked down into my lap and remembered the night I tried to take my own life. I was someone who made a living off of NEVER being alone. Yet I ALWAYS felt alone.
“No, it wasn’t,” I agreed.
“I think the reason you’re feeling the way you are is nobody has taken your hand and led you through this. Dr. Bastian is a great man. He will make one hell of an owner, but you have to be willing to accept your role here.”
“What is my role…exactly?”
“Be there for him. That doesn’t mean slave after him or take beatings or any of the wicked stuff you might imagine. It simply means that you’re there for him and won’t leave him. You’re…kind of…like a wife…only we don’t really believe in marriage. We believe in owners and pets and swinging as a way of life.”
“Swinging? Like we’ll have different partners?”
“Yes, dear. That’s what E. Mayberry is all about. It’s total immersion in pleasure. Pleasure of the mind, pleasure of the body, pleasure of the soul…it’s like having a spiritual awakening where all you need to do is be happy and make othe
rs happy. What could be wrong about that?”
Wow. She had a point. How could anyone argue with her? But still. I was supposed to share Bastian? I mean, I’d had sex with so many strangers, some of which were married now that I think about it. So their husbands or wives had accepted the lifestyle they were into. Some of the adult actors and actresses were married to each other. I supposed this was sort of the same thing. Sex was just about pleasure. Had I died and gone to heaven…or hell?
“I just…I feel…”
“I know who you are,” she said. “I’ve seen some of your films. I’m like you here. I might look all uptight in this office and in this suit but you better believe when I get home, I take my pet and he fucks me like you wouldn’t believe. Every…single…night. And whenever we want, I let him go play with other owners and pets and I do the same. It’s an UH…mazing way of life, let me tell you.”
“So I won’t be forced to do things with other men?”
“Or women,” she added. “You’ll never be forced. But one of the things you need to learn to embrace here in this community is complete openness, no judgments, all pleasure. If you find a man to be overweight and he wants you, why deny him? Find the sexiness in it. If you’re not into women but a female woman wants you, why not give it a whirl? It’s not about love or commitment to anyone other than your owner. It’s about…”
She leaned closer to me and whispered as loud as she could, “…Coming…”
She leaned back in her chair and her hand slid down beneath her desk. Maybe it was my imagination but I was pretty sure she was touching herself, getting off on the thoughts she’d had to conjure up to try and help me have a breakthrough.
“It’s about having the best orgasms you can ever imagine…alone…in front of everyone…whenever and wherever you want,” she said.
“And if I’m not comfortable sharing Bastian with the rest of the community?” I asked.
“Sweetie, this is our way of life. I’m going to try to say this as nicely as I can but you’re going to need to accept it and have some fun of your own, or you need to…you know…get the fuck out.”
She launched into loud boisterous laughter and slapped the desk at her own joke. At first I thought she was being a serious bitch but then it seemed more like she was being blunt and wanted to say it like it is. Finally she calmed down and took a deep breath.
“Baby girl, listen. I’m here if you ever need to talk. I might even call you out for some play time if you don’t mind…” she said.
I didn’t know how to respond.
“Read through that rule book again and again to make sure you totally get it. Remember, pets are never allowed to play with other pets unless both owners agree to it and it’s for their viewing pleasure or it’s a group thing or part of a game at a party or something. In group things, all bets are off. Everyone gets to have a good time. Oh and you’re gonna need to start your classes tomorrow,” she said.
“My classes?” I asked.
I must’ve missed that part somewhere along the line.
“It was in the welcome package,” she said.
“I didn’t get a welcome package,” I replied.
“I am going to kick that Bastian’s ass!” she yelled followed by more laughter. “He acts like you’re his first pet or something. Come on!”
This was the first I’d heard about any previous pets. I wondered how many he’d had in the past and why they were no longer with him.
“I’ll make sure you get a welcome package before you leave here today. Anyway, yes, you’ll need to take some classes. You’ll have four of them and you’ll find a schedule in the package but you’ll definitely be starting tomorrow. The classes are to make sure you know how to please your owner. I’m sure you’re good with all your movie experience and stuff but some people come in here having never given a fuckin’ blowjob. Can you believe that shit? Some of these owners go out lookin’ for fuckin’ virgins to bring into a place like this. If you think you’re freakin’ out, imagine how a virgin would feel. You’d be shittin’ bricks after seein’ that scene out at the pool!”
I thought back to when I’d lost my virginity at fourteen. Yes, I would’ve freaked the fuck out if I’d been brought to a place like this. Yet, even before my fifteenth birthday I would have been totally psyched by it all. I’d quickly gone from virgin to experienced lover in less than a year.
Vivi slapped her desk again and laughed along to the beat. I was trying to concentrate on all the things she was saying but all that kept going through my mind was her previous statement about me not being Bastian’s first pet.
“So yeah, the classes are easy, they’re gonna teach you how to give head, show you how to do a proper handjob,” she continued. “You’ll be assigned the latest edition of the Kama Sutra, filled in on some of the latest kinks, taught how to use all the toys and bells and whistles…you know. Basically, the teachers will make sure you don’t totally suck at being a pet. You won’t after these classes. Believe me.”
I must’ve been staring off into space as she slapped the table once more with an open palm, this time louder and with no accompanying laughter.
“Any questions?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to say.
“Read through those rules and regulations again and be here at 10:00 am on Monday morning,” she said. “Marco and Lilly will meet you for your class. And try to be open to the other owners around here. If you’re invited, you don’t have to check with your owner. Just say yes, do what comes naturally, and be a good pet to YOUR owner. Oh…and try to check the bulletin board out front at least once a day. You might find some fun stuff to do on there. E. Mayberry is full of wild shit to occupy your time. You can even work if you want. We have a lot of local businesses here in the neighborhood.”
Vivi stood and ushered me out of the room and toward the door. It seemed I’d taken up as much time as she was willing to give. As I reached the door and looked out at the pool once again, I saw a full-scale orgy going on in the pool. Partners had definitely switched.
Jamie was right where she’d been when I left but Rodge was going at it with the trashy girl while baldy fucked the Latina who was blowing Francine’s man on the side of the pool. Two men lay on lawn chairs poolside giving each other hand jobs as they watched the action.
Francine was nowhere to be seen but then Jamie let out a loud moan and I knew exactly where she was. She was still having her pussy eaten, but by the older, bigger breasted woman. Francine finally popped up out of the water and Jamie kissed her lips.
Hands on my hips made me jump and then Vivi’s head appeared over my shoulder, watching the scene with me.
“Why don’t you go join them?” she asked me.
“I am tempted,” I admitted.
“Want me to take you out there? I’ll get in with you so you don’t feel so alone.”
I looked over my shoulder and she turned her face too, making sure her lips were within reach of mine. She didn’t kiss me but I felt her breath and I can’t say it wasn’t erotic.
“I won’t touch you unless you want me too,” she promised. “You have my word as an owner.”
“Maybe later,” I said, feeling a nervous flutter in my stomach.
Good nerves and bad nerves often feel the same and at that moment I couldn’t tell which I was feeling. I loved sex. The art of sex, the spiritual connection of being naked with someone you’re really into is something so beautiful. The physical part of it is great all on its own and I’ve been privy to some of the best fuckers out there. Men who were paid to be great and to keep going when most men would stop. Yet, I was extremely nervous in this situation.
A part of me wanted to take Vivi by the hand and lead her out into the pool so I could shut her the fuck up and show her how to really get down. I could. I could fuck each and every one of them under the table. They were amateurs compared to me. But that’s not what I wanted to do. I’d become somewhat proud of myself since leaving the hospital. In a strange s
ense of the word, I felt more…pure. Better.
“Then you should go on home and wait for your owner,” Vivi said with a light pat on my ass.
I turned to exit the building but stopped.
“I do have a question,” I said. “You mentioned that I’m not Bastian’s first pet. What happened to the last one?”
“Oh she’s an owner now!” Vivi said with a big cheesy grin.
“So she still lives here?”
“Of course she does. Nobody leaves here. Who the hell would want to?”
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