"Keep going," said Janet, "I love it."
"I'd need to know a lot more words than I know now to really explain it. But being with you – alone with you – is so much different than being with a man. I feel like the star in a freak show or a porno movie when I'm with a guy. Even if I was free, I'd know that the guy I was dating wouldn't be happy unless I had sex with him, wouldn't be happy until I got down on my knees and gave him a blow job. But when I'm with you, I never feel like it's just for sex. There are so many nice things about being with you. Sex is one, but it's definitely not the only one."
"What's your last name?" asked Janet.
"Marsten," answered Jenny. "Why?"
"Jenny Marsten, I love you."
Jenny smiled. "What's yours?"
"Fouchet. It's spelled F, O, U, C, H, E, T, but it's pronounced Fooshay."
"Fouchet. That's a really pretty name. If anybody asks, the name of the girl I'm in love with is Janet Fouchet. Now that's something I didn't think of," said Jenny, sitting up again and looking at Janet. "What do we do about our names when we get married?"
"How about you change your name to Jenny Fouchet and I change my name to Janet Marsten?"
Jenny grinned, then looked into Janet's eyes for a few moments. "Maybe I should do less talking." She kissed Janet, gently at first, then passionately.
As it would be for any couple in Jenny and Janet's situation, that evening was blissful, all intimacy and affection. Jenny wasn't sure whether she was engaged to be a wife or a spouse. No matter which role she played, she was aware every moment that Janet was no longer just a friend or a lover but the most important person in her life.
The next day, Saturday, they received three callers, their masters and an escort. For Jenny, the visits from Richard and the escort were very difficult. She couldn't watch as Richard used the woman she loved. When the escort made Jenny stimulate Janet, and Jenny was forced to watch, Jenny burned with indignation.
"Shit, I hate that bastard," she said vehemently after the escort left. "How can you be so cool about it?" she asked Janet in voice that bordered on anger.
"Calm down, Jenny," said Janet. "I'm not cool about it at all. I hate it just as much as you do."
"I'm sorry," said Jenny, embracing Janet. "But you don't even seem to get angry."
"Well, I'm angry, but maybe not like you are."
"So how do you do it?" asked Jenny.
"I guess it's all that time I spent at the track. Let's get cleaned up."
After Jenny showered and spent a half hour in Janet's lap, she was composed enough to again ask Janet how she managed to appear so calm with her master and the escorts.
"Like I said," Janet answered, "it's from my experience at the racetrack. Actually, it's from watching the horse players at the racetrack, especially daddy. In every horse race, it's almost always true that a few players win and a whole bunch of players lose. I probably saw every reaction to losing there is. Some guys shake their head a little, some get a real sour look on their face, and a few rip their ticket into tiny pieces and throw it on the ground. When I first started helping daddy pick horses, I could barely keep from laughing when someone got really mad because his horse didn't come in.
"Daddy, of course, was the one I watched most. There's an old joke about horse players that could have been told on him. A guy goes to the track every day and bets twenty dollars on a horse in the first race. If the horse comes in, he lets everything ride on a horse to win the second race. If that horse wins, he does the same in the third race.
"Well, one day he picks the winners in the first nine races. In the tenth race, his bet is huge, a lot more than what he makes in a year at work. His horse in the tenth race just barely gets nosed out at the wire and finishes second. When he goes home, his wife asks him how he did at the track. 'Eh,' he says, 'I lost twenty bucks.'
"That was daddy all over. If his horse didn't come in, he'd just shrug and start looking at the horses in the next race. A little bit of his attitude rubbed off on me. After I'd been around the track for a while, I could take losing almost the way he could. There was a difference between us, though. After watching a few hundred races, I could sometimes tell why a horse lost. Whenever I said anything to daddy, though, he'd just smile at me and say something like, 'Well, kitten, maybe you're right. But I had the right horse. Nine times out of ten I'll bet that horse wins that race.'
"After a while, that line got really lame. Daddy just refused to see that bad things happen sometimes. Maybe he just didn't want to see it, or maybe that was his way of handling it. But I couldn't be like that. The longer I worked at the track, the more I saw that bad things happen and most of the time you can't do anything about it. 'Course daddy could have done something about all the worthless tickets he bought.
"Anyway, I don't want to drag this out. The fact is, though, that some really shitty things are going to happen to us. We can get mad about it, but it won't do us any good."
"But Janet," said Jenny, "you're not just a casual acquaintance. You're special, I'm in love with you. It drives me crazy to watch a guy use you. And I really hate it when I have to make you have an orgasm just because some guy wants to watch you get off."
"I don't like it either, beautiful. If I had my way, we'd be a long ways away. We'd be living together and we'd be worrying about weddings and names and stuff like that."
"I'd give anything to be out of here," said Jenny. "And I wish I could be more like you."
"More like me? I'm not sure what's worse, Jenny. Taking it the way I do, or getting mad like you do. Like you said, it looks like I don't care."
"Janet," said Jenny, "I know you care. When we're alone, I know it." She looked up at Janet. Janet bent her head down and kissed Jenny.
"We're alone now, Jenny," whispered Janet, "and I'm going to love every second that we are alone."
When Monday morning arrived, the last thing Jenny wanted was to return to work. Four weeks as a slave, though, had inured her to her to the demands of her condition, and she was able to perform. The difficult customer was her master. Maurice had not given up his attempt to win Jenny's affection. Before Jenny's relationship with Janet had become official, so to speak, Jenny could view Maurice as a competitor for her affection. However, now that the contest was over it seemed to Jenny he was trying to get something he could not fairly win.
Maurice persevered in his efforts until Wednesday of that week. Still unable to get a word from Jenny that would make his plans possible, he decided to draw Jenny into a conversation. Up to that point, he had spoken volumes to Jenny but had not forced her to respond. Today, after he made love to her, he lay on her blankets holding her next to him.
"Jenny," he said softly, "is there anything you'd like to ask me? Ask me anything you want."
Jenny extracted herself from her master's embrace and assumed a sitting position next to him.
"Will you let the blond slave stay with me every night?" Jenny asked.
Jenny could see the disappointment in her master's expression. For the first time, she looked into his eyes. She saw only sadness. Tentatively, she reached out and touched her master's hand.
"I'm sorry, master." She looked down. "I'm in love with Janet."
Maurice sighed and looked up at the ceiling. He didn't fail to see the irony of his situation. Had he not been so eager to develop the relationship between Jenny and Janet, Jenny would probably be his. He had rushed ahead, though, and had made Jenny a nearly perfect slave. For the first time in seven years, his interest and DiMarcos' interest did not coincide. DiMarcos would get what they wanted.
Saddened by that realization, he stood up and began to put on his clothes. For a moment, he thought to make one final, desperate plea to Jenny, to lay out all his plans and put himself at his slave's mercy.
"Yes," he said resignedly without looking at Jenny, "you can spend every night with Janet. I'll tell the escorts to bring Janet here last thing every night. I think you two will work very well together. There's only on
e thing you haven't done as partners, but it's not difficult. When slaves work together, they usually have oral sex with each other, both kinds, before having sex with their customers." Maurice paused for a long moment. "Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow," he said, sighing again. He left.
Jenny almost called after her master as he walked out. She and Janet had had very little oral sex with each other. Jenny would have willingly engaged in oral sex with Janet, but neither of them had shown much interest in it. It was OK, but certainly not the reason they were together. Have oral sex with Janet while my master watches? Jenny asked herself. While strangers watch? While my classmates watch?
CHAPTER XVIII
"Janet, I think I screwed up today, really screwed up," said Jenny.
An escort, prior to going home, had just left Janet alone with Jenny.
"Oh? What makes you say that, Jenny?" asked Janet.
"Today I asked my master if we could stay together every night. He said yes, but then he said something else."
"I like the part about staying together every night," said Janet. "So where's the screw up?"
"To stay together every night, there's something more that we have to do for him and our customers."
"Well, what is it?"
"It's really awful, Janet."
Janet frowned. "Well what?"
"We have to have oral sex with each other – while our customers watch!"
"OK," said Janet. "And?"
"That's it," said Jenny. "We have to have oral sex with each other, both kinds. Does both kinds mean what I think it means?"
"Only one thing it could mean, Jenny," said Janet grimacing.
"I should've kept my mouth shut when my master told me I could ask him a question," said Jenny ruefully.
"Jenny, you couldn't have known what he was going to say."
Janet was sitting with her back to the wall. Jenny was standing in front of her.
"Janet, I can't do that," said Jenny.
"Jenny, you shouldn't be too surprised that your master expects us to go down on each other to entertain customers. Remember the other day I said that some shitty things were going to happen to us?"
Jenny nodded.
"Well," said Janet, "this is one of them." She took Jenny's hand and tried to pull Jenny onto her lap. Jenny didn't move.
"I can't do it, Janet," Jenny said again.
"I know it won't be easy, Jenny, but we'll get through it."
Jenny looked into Janet's eyes. "I won't do it, Janet. I won't let them make us do it. I can't believe that you'd agree to do that."
"We're slaves, Jenny. We don't let things happen. We're told what to do."
"Janet," said Jenny, turning away, "I didn't fall in love with you so DiMarcos could turn around and sell it. I love you. You're the one special person in my life. What we do together belongs to us. It's not for sale. I'm not going to make love to you just to entertain some guy. I'm not going to stick my tongue up your ass while my classmates watch. I'd hate myself forever if I did that."
"Jenny, I know your heart isn't for sale. Neither is mine. But why do you think our masters let us stay together to begin with? We were being manipulated all along. I didn't know for sure that they would want to use us like this, but I had an idea. And I didn't expect to fall in love with you, either. I thought we'd just be good friends, friends who would keep each other company and take some of the edge off this place." She stood up and put her arms around Jenny's waist. "It didn't work out that way," she said softly. "I fell in love with you."
"Janet, do you want me to go along with what they want? If you tell me to, I will," said Jenny.
"I want you, Jenny, and I don't think us having sex for customers will be all that bad. But I won't tell you to do something you don't want to do. That's like a guy saying, 'If you love me, you'll sleep with me.' I've been through that a couple of times. It's blackmail. People who love each other don't use blackmail."
Jenny turned around and put her arms around Janet's neck. "I love you too, Janet. I love you with all my heart, and I want you more than anything else in the whole world." Jenny let go of Janet's neck and turned aside. "But I don't think I could ever get used to having sex with you while some guys watch us. Blowing a guy while another watches is one thing. It's not my idea of fun, but since I know I have to blow them all I can deal with it. Besides, all the guys know it's just sex. They know I don't care about them. But what we do is private."
"Are you embarrassed because you're sleeping with a woman?" asked Janet.
Jenny faced Janet. "Embarrassed? No! I love you and I don't care who knows it. It took me a while to get used to the idea of having a girlfriend. But now you're all I want."
"OK, Jenny." Janet got a worried look on her face. "But listen. Promise me one thing. Promise me that if you tell your master you won't do what he wants that you'll tell him as gently as possible. I think he'll have a bad reaction no matter how you tell him."
Jenny knew what Janet meant by the words 'bad reaction.' "I promise," she said.
Jenny and Janet spent Wednesday and Thursday evening together. They hardly exchanged a word. Jenny knew that Janet was reconciled to performing for her customers and did not attempt to persuade Janet to resist. Janet could not, in good conscience, argue that Jenny should obey her master. Jenny, aside from picturing unpleasant scenes in which she and Janet had sex for their customers, worried that her master might separate her from Janet if she refused to obey. If she held to her principles, she might never see Janet again. If she caved in, she could have Janet and feel terrible about it. She tried hard to see things from her lover's perspective. She could see herself alone with Janet, kissing her and caressing her, then late in the evening, very late, kneeling between Janet's legs, lowering her head, and gently running her tongue around Janet's clit. That seemed very romantic to Jenny.
Then she pictured herself, with Janet, arriving at the party after the Oakridge football game.
"All right!" said Greg, as he greeted them at the door. "Hey, everybody, they're here!"
Greg escorted Jenny and Janet to the middle of the living room, then stepped back.
"Watch this, guys. It's fuckin' incredible," said Greg.
Jenny and Janet stripped for each other. Then Janet lay on her back and Jenny went down on her. Jenny didn't need to imagine more than this. Though she didn't picture this scene any further, she played what she had pictured over and over.
Jenny wasn't the only one playing unpleasant scenes in her mind. Over the same two days, Maurice replayed his last meeting with Jenny. Her rejection had been very disheartening, so much so that he didn't want to call on his slave again. He knew he would have to visit to watch her perform with Janet, but once that was done he saw no reason to call on her again. He decided that his last visit would be Friday evening. Knowing that Jenny and Janet would be together, he planned to call on them, watch them for a few minutes, then leave.
Late Friday afternoon, he drove to DiMarcos and parked his car. He waited until half an hour after dinner, then made his appearance in room six.
"All right," he said as he sat down. "I want you two to make love to each other. It's unnecessary to say so in your case, but make it convincing. You've got to make your customers believe that you're enjoying each other."
Janet glanced at Jenny, but Jenny did not turn her head. Neither slave moved.
"Well?" said Maurice.
Jenny did not look up. "No, master, I won't do it."
"What?" asked Maurice. He was sure he hadn't heard Jenny correctly. "What did you say?"
Jenny raised her head a little. "I won't do it, master."
"I thought you two were lovers," said Maurice. "Is that right?"
"Yes, master," answered Jenny.
"Well what's the problem? It seems to me this is the one thing you would want to do."
"No, master. I'm in love with Janet and I'm not going to let my love for her be used as entertainment."
"In case you've forgotten," said Maurice st
anding up, "you're a slave and entertainment is exactly what slaves are for." His voice became stern. "I'm not asking you, I'm telling you. You," he addressed Janet, "lie on your back." Janet obeyed. "Now, slave," he said turning to Jenny, "make love to her."
"No, master," said Jenny firmly.
Were it any other slave, Maurice would have immediately taken Jenny to DiMarcos' little dungeon and whipped her. He didn't because he still harbored some affection for Jenny and because he was sure the threat of a whipping would persuade Jenny to obey. Once she had succumbed, he would find a punishment for her disobedience.
"Twenty lashes with the whip is twenty more than you want, I promise you." He opened his mouth to continue his threats, then caught himself. He stared into space for a moment. "Think about it carefully. I'll be back tomorrow morning." He turned and left.
Maurice's sudden departure, as welcome as it was, startled Jenny and Janet. Janet recovered quickly.
"Jenny," said Janet softly, "don't let him whip you, please. I'm not worth that. Besides, he's right. Slaves are just for entertainment. Please, please do what he wants. When we get out of here, we'll move far away and forget that it ever happened."
Jenny suspected that her master had threatened her, then left, in order to take advantage of Janet's willingness to obey.
"No, Janet, I just can't."
"But, Jenny," Janet began.
"No!" said Jenny firmly. "Don't you see? It's like, like," she searched for words, "oh, gawd, I just thought of this. It's like you were getting married. I mean to a guy. And all these people come to the ceremony and you're wearing a really pretty gown. At the end of the ceremony, instead of the minister, or whoever, saying 'You may kiss the bride,' he says, 'Take off that gown, girl, take off everything, get on your knees and give your husband a blow job.' That's what they want us to do, only they want us to do it every day!"
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