The “offending” couple is Mistress Zoe and her little girl, Gloria. Apparently, Bizzy had an engagement she couldn’t get out of, so Holly’s accompanied by her sitter, Ellee. I try not to even note their presence, but I can’t help but tense up when it’s Valerie’s turn. Her little girls are named Giselle and Carly. Giselle has wiped the bored expression off her face and plastered on a simple smile that matches Carly’s. All together, there are nine Mommies, our butch Daddy, and fifteen little girls. A woman named Melinda wields some magical pimp powers and has three little girls by her side. The party begins again as a chatty social. Pilar chats with Ellee while Holly and I carefully dissect what the other is wearing. I’ve never been so glad to see her in my life. Having another person I know helps keep at least a small part of my mind off Valerie. She seems to be avoiding us as well, but I do feel her glancing at me every now and then.
Soon it’s time for our Mistresses to go. There are good-byes around the room, some tearful. I’m just plain old nervous. Pilar cups my face in her hands.
“I talked to Brooke. If you need me, just tell her and she’ll come find me. Otherwise, just stick to Holly. She knows a lot of the other girls.”
“Okay.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
Pilar kisses me hard on the lips, and God bless her, she hangs by my side, prolonging our good-bye until Valerie has left the room. Pilar kisses me one last time, gives my side a final squeeze, and then she’s gone.
*
Pizza is on its way up and the music is blasting. Now that Valerie is out of my sight and it’s clear that her girls have no clue that we share a connection, I feel a lot better. Still, I know Valerie will be on my mind all night. I can’t even think about what will happen on Monday.
Holly appears at my side again and grabs my hand. I make up my mind not to mention Valerie to her. She may be my boss and we may be in the same place at the same time, but it would be disrespectful and a little cruel to gossip about her. Hopefully, Valerie decides I deserve the same treatment. “Let’s put our pj’s on,” Holly says.
“Oh, ah. Sure.” I let her tug me toward the bedroom. She calls after Gloria as we go. A few moments later, the three of us are shut in the master bathroom. Holly pounces on Gloria, pulling her into a hug. “How are you? You look awesome.”
“Thanks. So do you.” Gloria beams and reaches for the top button on the front of her dress. “You wanna see?”
“Of course! Show me.”
I glance curiously between them, not sure whether I should laugh or cover my eyes. Holly realizes I have no clue what’s going on and nudges my shoulder in apology.
“I’ve known Gloria since she was Michael.”
Gloria stops mid-unbutton. “Excuse me. Michael has always been a shell of what Gloria will ultimately be.”
Holly cocks her head and offers an apologetic frown. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. You lesbians still have a lot to learn.” With a wink, I think Holly is forgiven. Gloria finishes unbuttoning her dress and slips out of her sleeves. Her hands drop to her waist and she tips her hips forward, showing off a pair of fake breasts.
“Holy shit. They look awesome. Can I touch them?” Holly asks.
“Yeah, go for it. I’m completely healed.”
Just as Holly goes to cop a feel, someone knocks on the door. “Who is it?” she yells. Gloria doesn’t even bother to cover up.
“It’s Sunshine,” her voice calls through the door.
“Come on in,” Holly replies. Sunshine slips in and closes the door. “We’re just checking out Gloria’s boobs.”
“Cool.” Sunshine hops on the counter and crosses her legs. “I want to see.”
Holly gets back to the task at hand and gives Gloria’s left breast a good squeeze. “Your doctor is a fucking genius.” She peeks up at Gloria’s face before turning her attention back to her chest. “They feel great and they hang just right.” Holly’s observation is dead on. Gloria’s breasts have a slightly unnatural shape. They’re perfectly round, but the implants are situated low enough that they aren’t touching Gloria’s chin. They do look pretty good. If I wasn’t staring at them I’d think they were real.
“Dr. Friedman is amazing. He did my sister’s tits.”
Holly squeezes her other breast, then gives her nipple a slight tweak.
“Hey!” Gloria squeals as she slaps Holly’s hand away. “Slut.”
Holly laughs, looping her arm through mine. “Just checking.”
“My nips are fine. I promise you. You wanna feel?” Gloria asks me.
“It’s certainly a way to say ‘Nice to meet you,’” I reply. I usually don’t grope people five minutes after meeting them, but Holly nudges me forward. “I am curious. You don’t mind?”
“Not at all,” Gloria says. “I’ve been dying to show these things off.”
“Okay.” I chuckle as I lean forward a little and give her boob a squeeze. “Oh, wow. I thought they’d be harder. They’re kinda squishy.”
“That’s why I picked them. Not perfect, but pretty close.”
“They’re fucking hot,” Holly says.
“Thank you, girls.” Gloria wiggles her head like a proud peacock.
“The twig and berries?” Sunshine asks, confirming my initial assumption.
“They’re staying for now. These hurt so bad. Mentally and physically, I’m just not ready to go through all of it again.”
“What does Zoe say?” Holly asks.
“She’s been amazing. She said whatever I want, she’ll support me. I think she’s going to collar me soon.”
“Really?” Holly says.
“Well, she did pay for these. She might want to see her investment through.”
“That’s great,” Sunshine says.
“What’s wrong?” Holly asks me. I don’t mean to pout, but the talk of paying for things reminds me of how our night started out. I don’t even want to think about how far away Pilar and I are from a collaring situation.
“Oh, it’s silly. I asked Pilar if I could take her on vacation. Like foot the bill,” I admit. “She shot me down.”
Sunshine hops off the counter and puts her hand on my shoulder. “That sucks, but I’d let it go if I were you.”
Gloria and Holly seem to agree. “They need their control and so do we. You have to let her have it,” Gloria says. “Or why else are you with her?”
“You make a good point,” I reply. It would be easy for me to find a good girlfriend, but what I want is Pilar, as my Mistress.
“Did she say no to vacation altogether, or did she just say no to you paying?” Holly asks.
“Just to me paying. She said we could go somewhere.”
“Hon, I’m not seeing the problem here,” Gloria says.
“Yeah,” Holly adds. “Let her take you on vacation and just enjoy it. You know you will.”
“I know I could do that, but I wanted to give her something.”
“Give her some real good head. She’ll be thankful for that,” Sunshine says. The other girls bust out laughing. I can’t help but smile with them.
“If you want to get her something, get her something thoughtful, but you know nothing can come between a Mommy and what she has planned for her little girl,” Gloria says. “After I got out of the hospital, I got Zoe a massage. She was so stressed out worrying about me, I knew she needed some time to relax, but she got to relax and let her guard down without me around. She said it was exactly what she needed. And then she fucked me senseless.”
The girls are definitely on to something. I see that Pilar needs her control, but I don’t think she would be upset if I got her a gift. “Maybe I could get her a new sewing machine or something.”
“Did she make this?” Gloria asks, flicking my skirt a bit.
“Yeah, she did.”
“Damn,” Sunshine says, and then she laughs. “We ordered this number.”
“If the woman likes to sew, then a new machine s
ounds very thoughtful. And then when she takes you away, eat that pussy until she can’t stand anymore,” Gloria says.
“Thanks. I think I will.”
There’s another knock on the door, and then Brooke sticks her head in. “What are you girls doing?”
“Looking at some boobs,” Holly says.
Brooke blinks when she realizes Gloria’s top is off. “Oh. Oh! You have to give me the name of your doctor.”
“I will.”
Brooke lowers her voice a little. “Let me know if Sage gives you any trouble.”
“I think she’ll stay away from me, but thank you,” Gloria replies.
Brooke nods in understanding. “Pizza’s here. So come on.”
“We’re just gonna change,” Holly says.
“Okay. Hurry.”
“I can’t believe Liz said that,” Sunshine says after Brooke’s left us alone.
“Why did Ms. Francis invite them?” Holly asks what’s on the tip of my tongue.
Sunshine shrugs and rolls her eyes. “Sage has been going through some tough times, I guess, and Liz said she needed some time to socialize.”
“She should have left Liz at home then,” Holly says. “Bizzy showed me the invitation. It said all female-identified persons, and at this point I think Gloria’s gayer than I am.”
“You are the one with the Daddy.” Gloria playfully winks at Holly. “Whatever. Fuck Liz. She’s just jealous of my hot Asian cock,” Gloria says, grabbing her crotch in a vulgar gesture. “Maybe I’ll ask Sage if she wants to suck it.”
“I’m pretty sure that violates the mouth-to-genitals rule,” I say. That earns another laugh from the girls. We quickly change into our pajamas and join the rest of the party.
Chapter Twelve
I have fun. After I give up watching every single move Carly and Giselle make, I have fun. It’s a real slumber party, with a few differences. At one point, a girl named Faye pulls down her pajama bottoms and shows us her bruised ass cheeks, punishment for talking back to her Mommy. It was the spanking or missing the party. She picked the spanking. We eat pizza and other junk. Brooke busts out a case filled with nail polish and lets us dig in. Sunshine paints my toes while I paint Holly’s. Gloria’s not letting anyone touch her pedicure.
We gab about our mistresses, but the conversation on our side of the room turns more to the naughty things they have us do. I admit to Holly that I’ve given Bear a ride on tape for Pilar. Her “Hell yeah!” and the other girls staring in our direction has me hiding my face in my pillow. We talk a little about who’s collared and who’s not. It’s not a pissing contest, more of a statement of facts. Mistress Francis is apparently a best-selling author who writes under a different name. Sunshine is her assistant and collared, 24/7 little girl. They’ve been together for five years.
Holly jokes that she’s not sure she could go long enough without pissing Bizzy off to earn her collar. I keep my mouth shut. I know every relationship is different. Laurel had no plans to collar me, ever. I have no idea if Pilar even thinks you should collar a little girl. Valerie does, though. When Giselle gets changed for bed, I see a thin leather collar is hiding under her schoolgirl sweater. I do my best not to look at it. Either way, I figure it’ll be a long time before Pilar and I get to that level of commitment, even though I’m madly in love with her. Maybe we’ll sort it out on vacation.
Late in the night, Sage suggests we play spin the bottle. I think about declining, but I don’t think Pilar will be too upset if I exchange a few innocent pecks here and there. The game is completely silly. Some of the shyer girls plant their lips on the cheeks of their victims. When Gloria’s spin lands on Holly they make a dramatic show of licking each other’s tongues. It’s pretty gross and hilarious.
I get kissed three times. Once by Faye, Sunshine, and Carly. I can’t help but feel like Carly knows that I know Valerie, but she kisses me lightly on the lips and tells me she likes my Hello Kitty shirt. It’s pretty much the only interaction I have with her all night.
Eventually, Brooke and Di get us all set up in our sleeping bags and put on a movie. It’s after one a.m., way after our bedtime. I’m out cold, on the floor between Holly and Sunshine, right after the lights go out.
*
I have no idea what time it is when Pilar wakes me up. I open my eyes and she’s leaning over my sleeping bag, touching my cheek.
“You want to come sleep with me for a while?”
I think I’m dreaming, but I say yes. I shimmy out of my sleeping bag and let Pilar help me up. In a daze, I look around the room. Carly and Giselle are in the same sleeping bag. Brooke is sitting in a chair in the corner reading something on her e-reader. Faye and Sage are gone. I reach down to grab Frank and my sleeping bag.
“Just leave your stuff. We’ll come back for it.” I still grab Frank and follow Pilar out to the elevator.
I’m half asleep, half hearing the questions she asks me. I ask her a few myself, like what she did all night.
“We just had a little mixer on the roof. There’s a nice pool up there. You want to see it?”
“No. I want to go back to sleep.”
She laughs a little as she pulls me into her arms. With her guidance I’m able to sleepwalk back to our hotel room. We climb into the large bed and I shiver against the cold sheets. I’m in Pilar’s arms again and she’s kissing my face. I keep my eyes closed.
“I’m mad at you,” I tell her.
She kisses my lips. “Are you now?”
“Yes.” My bratty verbal diarrhea starts bubbling up. I let her kiss me again. “You won’t let me take you on vacation, and I bet you don’t want a sewing machine either.”
“Are you drunk?”
“No.” The bed is warming up quickly and Pilar’s boobs serve as the best cushion. There’s not much time before I’ll pass out again. “Good night.”
*
The next morning, there’s brunch. Sage and Liz are gone, but the rest of the ladies are there. My nerves are on a razor-thin edge again because Valerie is there with her girls. I do my best to ignore them, but it’s hard. I mean it’s my fucking boss. I have to think of what I’m going to say to her on Monday. I’ll have to talk to Pilar first. Over waffles, Holly strikes up a conversation about kinklife, and with Pilar’s permission, I swap handles with Sunshine, Gloria, and Holly. Pilar finishes her coffee and lets me know it’s time to go. She says good-bye to everyone, including Valerie, who simply nods at me, then thanks Mistress Francis before we leave. I’m glad we came to the party, but I’m happy to put some miles between Valerie and myself.
In the car, I immediately turn to Pilar.
“Did she say anything to you?”
“She said you were beautiful and that I was very lucky, but she didn’t say much else.”
Pilar’s confident grin does nothing to soothe my nerves.
“Are you sure she didn’t say anything else?”
“Suzy.”
“I know,” I say, understanding full well that I’m stepping in it for the twentieth time in two days. “But it’s my job, not just my weekends.” I’m such an idiot. “Crap, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“I know what you meant. She didn’t say anything else. I’m sure she’s curious, but that’s where it’ll end. Don’t worry.”
I shudder and sink down in my seat. “Her girls were nice. I—I just—what do I do at work?”
“Nothing. You both know that the other has particular interests. It would be unprofessional for her to bring them up, and it would be disrespectful to me if you approached her about it.” She’s one-hundred-percent correct on both accounts. “Just go back to work, behave the way you normally would. Give it some time and it’ll be less awkward.”
“But not completely.”
“No, but only because you have a professional relationship and now you know something private about each other. If she crosses any lines, you let me know and I’ll handle it.”
For once, her promise of protection doesn’t bri
ng me comfort. Pilar has no control in my professional life whatsoever. It’s not like she can stand guard over my cubicle. All I can do is pretend like this weekend didn’t happen.
“I’m sorry,” I say again, for my tone and my approach the whole weekend.
“I know, baby. It’s okay.”
*
In this situation “It’s okay” really means “Wait until we get home.” When Pilar pulls into the driveway, she’s quiet for a moment before shutting off the car. Her expression isn’t exactly calm, but I can’t read it.
“Go inside and put your things away, and then I think we should have our straight talk instead of waiting ‘til tonight.”
I swallow and nod and then offer up a “Yes, Mami.” I know what I did was wrong, but I can’t believe Pilar is this upset with me that she needs to push our weekly talk up by eight hours. I hop out of the car and wait for her to let me in the front door. A few minutes later I join her on the couch. We sit close to each other, but I can feel the tension Pilar is carrying. She might as well be on the other side of the room.
“We need to talk about your trust issues and me. And you and your need for control.”
“What do you mean?”
“Do you understand what Topping from the bottom means?” I know exactly what she’s getting at. She thinks that even though my role is to be the submissive, I’m trying to take away her ability to dominate me. My eyes spring wide in shock and my stomach cramps up on itself. I wish I had Frank with me, but he’s in my bedroom.
“Yes, but I—”
“You have a hard time taking no for answer, even when I explain why I’m asking you to do something. Especially when my plans go against what you want personally. Let’s talk about this vacation.” I do my best not to groan, but my eyes kinda-sorta roll. I’m over the vacation thing. We don’t need to discuss it again. Just as quickly, Pilar taps my thigh. She’s pissed now and she has my attention. I swallow and try to explain myself instead of offering another apology. I’m fucking up so bad.
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