Jenny spent several minutes cleaning herself. There was cum on her chin, her neck, her chest, and half way down her thighs. But, the little sponges DiMarcos supplied for cleaning worked admirably. Jenny would use one, hand it to Janet, who then gave Jenny a clean sponge.
When Jenny was done, she turned to face Janet. She put her hands on Janet's shoulders, then fervently embraced her.
"We can stay together this weekend," she said in an anguished voice.
CHAPTER XVI
As soon as Greg got home, he called Alicia.
"I've got some good news and some bad news, Alicia," he said solemnly.
"What do you mean?" asked Alicia.
"The bad news is that Jenny isn't a slave. The good news is that you can meet me and Steve in the park this evening," said Greg.
"BS," said Alicia, "I know Jenny's a slave. I saw her lose those solitaire games last week. Didn't you find her?"
"Yes, we found her," Greg admitted.
"So how was it?" asked Alicia with a little giggle.
"You know, Alicia, there are some things that just can't be explained over the phone. Why don't you, me, and Steve go out and get a few beers and we'll tell you all about it."
"Nice try, Greg, but I'm busy tonight." Alicia had dated both Greg and Steve. Neither had gotten beyond second base or, as the football players liked to say, neither had gotten inside the red zone.
"You can tell me a little now," said Alicia coyly.
"Well," said Greg, drawing out the word, "she's pretty good. She said we both tasted good. 'Course, that's something you should find out for yourself."
"Ohmygawd," Alicia gasped. "She said that? She said you both tasted good?"
"Yeah, but you really shouldn't take her word for it," said Greg. "Can't you get away for a little while this evening?"
Alicia reconsidered. Doing it with Greg and Steve, or any two guys, had been a fantasy of hers. She knew, though, that the boys would blab it all over school if she went out with them.
"No, no I'm really busy tonight. What else did Jenny say?"
For a moment, Greg thought that he and his partner had scored a date. He cajoled Alicia again.
"I'm kinda busy myself right now," he said. "Call me back later, like about seven, and I'll tell you the rest."
"Oh, come on Greg," said Alicia quickly, fearing that Greg was about to hang up. "Tell me what else she said."
"She said she had a great time and asked us to come back as soon as we could. Oh, and she told me to say hi to you." Greg saw no harm in putting words in Jenny's mouth.
Alicia clenched her fists. "OK, thanks Greg. Talk to you later." She hung up.
Alicia picked up a book and flung it on the floor. "That bitch, that slut, that tramp, that whore," she ranted. "She can screw as many guys as she wants and say whatever she likes. She just laid two guys I wanted to screw. I would have, too, if I hadn't been worried about girls like her laughing at me. Now she's laughing at me because she's doing what I can't do. She's a slave, but she can do what she wants; I'm free, but can I do what I want? Nooooooo. All she has to do is lie around and wait for the guys to come to her. Does she have to go out on Saturday night and shake her tail to get some action? Nooooooo. Does she have to worry that the guy she sleeps with might be somebody from school she doesn't recognize? Nooooooo. I can't believe that life is so unfair," she screamed, shaking her fists in the air.
After bemoaning her misfortune, Alicia threw herself onto a chair. There was an obvious solution to her problem, a solution she could effect that day if she liked. Like all the other girls in her clique, she had gone to DiMarcos to learn what multiples she would command. She had attended the information sessions and played the requisite hundred hours of solitaire. She could put on an old pair of cutoffs and a tube top, march down to DiMarcos, and be a slave in less than an hour. She thought about it for a moment, then went to her bedroom and stripped. She stood in front of a mirror and posed as provocatively as she could.
She imagined herself a slave and played out a visit from two of the hottest guys at school. When they appeared at her door, she feigned shyness, but then she stretched herself out on her bed and gave them her sexiest come hither look. She beckoned to them with her forefinger and watched them strip. For two delicious hours, she did everything they wanted. When they were done, she helped them with their clothes, showed them to the door, and invited them to come back. I could do that, she told herself. I could do that for days, even weeks, she thought.
That evening, Alicia's date was pleasantly surprised. He had planned to take her out for snack and a movie. While they were eating, Alicia suggested they skip the movie.
Jenny, after an escort brought her back from lunch, had a few minutes of idleness. She had just begun to review the visit from Steve and Greg, when Eric walked into her room. Great, said she to herself. Before lunch, I'm a gang bang slut. After lunch, I'm a bondage slut.
"Jenny, are you OK?" asked Eric.
Jenny wasn't sure what Eric was asking about.
"Yes, Eric, I'm OK."
"I heard yesterday that you got punished. What happened?"
Jenny was relieved that Eric wasn't asking about her visit from Greg and Steve. She also didn't want any conversation.
"Oh, that," she said. "It was nothing. Don't even think about it. Would you like me to get a fastener?" she asked as sweetly as she could.
The accumulation of four days of unfulfilled lust made Eric's answer automatic. Jenny fetched a fastener and stood a few feet from Eric while he took off his clothes. As soon as his hands were free, she handed him the fastener and turned around. She sighed when the second end of the fastener clicked shut. Two hours at Eric's mercy, she thought, just as his hands began squeezing her breasts. She looked down and watched Eric knead her, then saw his left hand move up toward her neck. He ran his finger around the ring on her collar.
"Four days is too long to wait for a beautiful girl like you, Jenny," he said. She felt him pull on the ring as he backed toward the chair. As he sat, he pulled her down to her knees, paused for moment to contemplate just how wonderful it was that Jenny was his once again, then slowly pulled her between his legs. Several minutes later, he was gratified to see on Jenny evidence of his first orgasm. Two hours later, he thought Jenny looked for all the world like a girl that belonged to him.
After Eric left, Jenny sat, as she had after Steve and Greg's departure, her arms resting on her knees and her head bowed. Is there something about me, she wondered, that makes guys want to cum on me. She went to the bathroom and stood several feet back from the mirror so that she could see herself from the knees up. Gawd, do you ever look like a slut, she thought. Well, Jenny, said the girl in mirror, if you didn't act like a slut you wouldn't look like one. True, Jenny replied, but I have two choices: one, I can act like a slut; two, I can get caned and then act like a slut. Agreed, said the girl in mirror. Jenny studied her reflection for a minute, then took a shower.
After showering, Jenny had some time before dinner to think about Steve and Greg's visit. Their visit would almost surely result in her becoming the official slut of Elmhurst High, and she resigned herself to all the gang bangs her title implied. Her primary concern was the effect all that sex would have on her relationship with Janet. As long as they were BB's, Jenny and Janet would work separately, except perhaps on weekends, and Jenny's behavior at work would have little impact on Janet's perception of her lover. However, when they became sophs and began working together Janet would see just how Jenny treated customers like Steve and Greg. Jenny was sure Janet would disapprove. More worrisome was the probability that Janet would feel constrained by working with Jenny. If Jenny was known as the hot little slut of Elmhurst, Jenny's customers might expect Janet to be the same type. Janet, though, as Jenny already knew, didn't feel obligated to be that type. To the contrary, Janet was the type that did what was necessary and nothing more.
Jenny admired Janet for being that type. It was part of the reason she was attracte
d to Janet. She admired Janet's resistance to the demands of her condition, admired her ability to retain some of her self-respect. Janet had not handed her freedom to her master, as Jenny had, Janet had not promised to faithfully obey. Janet had even been caned several times, and still held her ground. When Jenny compared herself to Janet, she came off a submissive and a coward.
The problem, as Jenny saw it, wasn't that she was Janet's inferior. Rather, Jenny feared that being Janet's girlfriend – and working with Janet – was tantamount to asking Janet to become the slave Jenny had become. Jenny couldn't ask Janet to become that kind of slave, and didn't want her to become that kind of slave. Hanging on to Janet, Jenny reasoned, was the equivalent of destroying a strong, confident woman.
Jenny did not overlook the fact that Janet had herself been receiving customers in pairs, and had even entertained three pairs consecutively. Jenny's perception of Janet during these encounters, though, was of a cool, calm, beautiful woman who could satisfy her customers with her mere presence. It was inconceivable to Jenny that Steve and Greg, or anyone else, would treat Janet the way they had treated her. Even if there were customers vile enough to treat Janet that way, Jenny was sure Janet wouldn't sink to their level the way she had.
Jenny would have concluded that she must break up with Janet, but two things held her back. First, she thought Janet would say she was over-analyzing things again. Second, she couldn't risk a break up with Janet over something that wouldn't happen for at least six weeks and might not happen at all. She decided this was an issue that was best left unmentioned.
It was at this point that an escort led Janet into Jenny's room and then straightaway took the slaves to dinner. Janet took Jenny's hand as they followed the escort. When Janet smiled and squeezed Jenny's hand, Jenny's response was only lukewarm. At dinner, though, when Janet gently rubbed Jenny's thigh, Jenny's remaining concerns disappeared. Jenny put her hand on Janet's thigh and then slipped it suggestively between Janet's legs.
Teri did not fail to notice. "You two finger fuck each other so much I don't know when you find time to eat," she said. Jenny and Janet gave each other a squeeze and ignored Teri.
Not long after dinner, Maurice paid Jenny a call.
"So, how did it go today?" he asked as he sat down in the chair without first taking off his clothes.
"OK, I guess, master," said Jenny glumly.
"Did you have any customers today?" he asked.
"Yes, master," replied Jenny, realizing that she would now have to describe Steve and Greg's visit.
"Oh? Who?"
"Two boys from my high school and the boy who visited me last week," answered Jenny.
"So you had two customers at the same time," said Maurice.
"Yes, master."
"And how did that go?"
"OK, master," said Jenny disconsolately.
"You don't sound too happy about it. What happened?" asked Maurice.
Jenny gave her master a brief description of Steve and Greg's visit.
"I know you're feeling kind of low right now, but I must tell you something about your customers. No matter what they say about you, all of them are easier than you are. If men weren't easy, DiMarcos wouldn't have any customers. Each of those boys you had this afternoon is, at this moment, wishing he had you tonight. Each might say you're a slut, might even believe it, but each one of them wants you and knows that he wants you much more than you want him. Knowing that, some customers, to cover their insecurity, may try to humiliate you. Your best response is to be as nice and as sexy as you can be. If you do that you'll break all their hearts."
Jenny gave scant attention to her master. He was a man and he might know what he was talking about, but his reasoning could very well be self-serving. It hardly mattered anyway, she thought. I've already given him everything he could possibly ask for.
He stood up and took off his clothes. "Now," he said, "I must ask you something. If you answer well enough, I will let you ask me a question. Agreed?"
"Yes, master," said Jenny.
"I know just how sweet and sexy you can be," he said as he sat down. "Show me again and I shall let you ask me a question."
Jenny recognized what was at stake in this quid pro quo. Her master hadn't finished speaking before she began answering him. Afraid that anything less than perfection would prevent her from asking for Janet's company over the weekend, she gave to her master that which she wanted to give to her lover. Maurice was very pleased.
"You exceed all expectations," he said, stroking Jenny's hair as she lovingly licked him clean. "Now, what is it you want to ask me?"
"Can the blond slave stay with me this weekend, master?"
"If you are good the rest of the week then, certainly, yes," answered Maurice. "Stand up," he said. Jenny stood, spread her feet a little, and bent over at the waist. Maurice ran his hand slowly over her ass, then slid his hand between her legs. Jenny nestled herself in his hand. He slipped a finger between her lips, then slowly drew his finger back over her clit and inserted it inside her. She squeezed his finger a few times. "That's very sweet, very seductive," he said softly. "I will come to see you tomorrow morning."
When he left, Jenny lay down on her blankets, feeling rather guilty. This latest twist in her relationship with her master – performing for him so that she could be with Janet – was just as unpleasant as everything else that had happened to her since she arrived at DiMarcos. In the nine days she had been a slave she thought she had done everything wrong. She had succumbed to her master's blandishments only two days after she arrived. She had analyzed herself into helping him. She had acted like a child in front of him and had foolishly tried much too hard to please him. She had become involved with a woman, and now her master could use her emotional dependence on Janet to make her behave exactly as he pleased. Gawd, she wondered, how could I possibly belong to him more than I do now?
Each of the three days that remained in Jenny's second week at DiMarcos were the same. In the morning, about an hour after breakfast, her master appeared and she did everything she could to elicit from him the compliments that would indicate she had been good. Each day she succeeded, so well in fact that by Friday her master's compliments were physical as well as verbal. Jenny had no clock to watch, but she thought each of her master's visits was longer than the previous one. She also thought her master was acting less and less like a master and more and more like Eric.
A little while after her master left, about noon, Jenny began receiving Elmhurst jocks in pairs. As soon as one dropped his pants, she was kneeling in front of him and moaning as though his was the dick she had waited for all her life. Both boys, delighted, would thereupon exclaim that she was a hot little something – bitch, slut, whore, something – and this always put her in the mood necessary to perform as she had for Steve and Greg.
She had more opportunities to perform than she wanted. Each day, she had three pairs of customers before lunch and three after. The escorts barely gave her time to clean up between visits, and after Wednesday she only bothered to clean herself before lunch and dinner. Mealtime was announced by an escort leading Janet into Jenny's room, usually before Jenny's customers had left. By Friday evening, this was such a commonplace for Jenny and Janet that neither took much notice of it.
The odd man out was Eric. The escorts refused to let him see Jenny when she could entertain two customers at once. Eric pleaded, but it only amused the escorts. To their way of thinking, it was pretty cool that Jenny was being banged all afternoon.
Though Jenny's days were the equivalent of hell week for pledges to a sorority of sluts, it was the nights she hated most. She missed Janet terribly, more than she had ever missed anyone. It broke her heart to be separated from Janet, especially since Janet was probably no more than a few hundred feet away. She shed more tears over Janet's absence than she did over losing her freedom. In the few moments before breakfast, when she and Janet were left alone, Janet made it clear that her nights were as miserable as Jenny's. D
uring those brief morning encounters, Janet was deeply emotional. She cradled Jenny in her arms, kissed her forehead and cheeks, and whispered her longings.
At meals, the only other time Jenny and Janet had together, they spoke very little but always held hands. It became obvious to the felons that Jenny and Janet were lovers. None of the felons said anything, except Teri, who subjected them to a barrage of insults related to their supposed sexual orientation. Because they thought Teri unjust, Jenny and Janet sustained themselves with the courage that only the persecuted can derive from being tormented. Their cause was helped considerably when a felon suggested, loudly, that jealousy lay behind Teri's invective.
"Jealous?" she shot back. "Ha! Still," she sneered, "they make a perfect couple – for muff divers."
Jenny and Janet were, in fact, suited for each other. Both were high school age and both were very attractive. Had they met when they were free, however, they were just as likely to become rivals as friends. If they had become friends, there was little chance that their relationship would become sexual. Their friends, male and female, their parents, society – all would have conspired against them becoming lovers. As slaves, though, their relationship was completely free from outside pressures, save for some sniping from a felon. Neither of them had to worry that the other was seeing someone else. Jenny never had to choose between an evening with friends or a date with Janet. Janet couldn't spend Saturday afternoon at the track, pouring over a racing form with her father, and forego Jenny's company for a day.
Paradoxically, the fact that their relationship was same sex was indispensable for its existence. As slaves, nothing in their relations with men suggested affection, Eric notwithstanding. Their view of a man was always from a kneeling position. They rarely saw his face. He could command as he wished, they could only obey. They knew, without exception, that the purpose of his visit was sex, and their masters demanded that they treat his visit the same way.
The last visit of the week, for both Jenny and Janet, came after dinner on Friday. An escort led the slaves back to Jenny's room and then fetched the chair. He demanded equality in all things, which meant that Janet was the girl in the middle for a while.
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