Reversals Ch07
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I was exhausted. I sat on the sofa, my eyes closed, knowing I would have to summon up the strength to get upstairs. I sensed rather than saw, Fay ease herself away from me and drop off the sofa onto the floor. She was going to try and rouse Lotti I thought. The sound of a sharp, none too gentle, smack made me open my eyes. Fay was knelt on the floor besides the naked Lotti who seemed to be in a daze. The blanket that had covered her had been tossed aside.
Fay tugged her to a sitting position by her hair all the while telling her off for being such a lazy slut. “You still have work to do,” the poor girl was told. Where Fay got the energy from, I have no idea. She stood up and dragged Lotti to her feet. The girl stumbled and almost collapsed with the effort and Fay’s loving side kicked in as she put an arm around her waist and helped her stand. Together they made their slow way up the stairs and I lost sight of them as they went into our bedroom.
I sat enjoying the quiet for a moment or two then pushed myself upright. I seemed to ache everywhere, and I was looking forward to the soft comfort of my bed. I assumed Lotti would be sharing with us and expected that Fay would already have put her to bed and covered her over. When I came into the bedroom, I discovered how wrong I could be. Fay’s comment about still having work to do was not an idle one. She had made Lotti climb onto the bed and get on her hands and knees. Her bottom faced the door, and I was greeted by the sight of her reddened cheeks staring at me. One new handprint was beginning to appear on her left cheek. They both turned to look at me as I came in. Fay was smiling and playing with one of the strings of Lotti’s thong that I had used to plug her anus. Lotti simply looked tired and glum.
“This was a great idea,” said Fay, curling the string around a finger, “saving it for me.”
“Actually, I just wanted to stop her ruining the carpet,” I confessed.
“Well, I’ll make use of all your yummy cum anyway. I can’t let it go to waste.”
With that she slowly pulled out the ruined thong and dropped it on the bed. She had to be quick as creamy white cum immediately started oozing out. She darted her head in and covered Lotti’s arsehole with her lips and sucked my cum into her mouth. I sat on the stool by the dressing table and watched her. Her jaw worked as she found as much of it as she could, but I was pretty sure she didn’t swallow it. This was confirmed moments later when she lifted her head and pushed Lotti onto her side. She clambered over her until their heads were together. Lotti instinctively knew what was expected of her. She half rolled onto her back and looked at Fay. Without being asked she opened her mouth. Fay bent her head and let a ribbon of cum slowly drip into the waiting mouth. She worked her tongue, gathering up the last few drops and spat them in Lotti’s face where they glistened like wet glitter. With a gentle hand she closed Lotti’s mouth.
“Swallow it slut, it’s your reward.”
They held each other’s gaze as Lotti obediently did as she was told, holding open her mouth afterwards for Fay’s inspection.
“Good girl,” said Fay smiling down at her, “just one more thing before I let you go to sleep. Make me cum!”
Fay swivelled round and placed a leg either side of the girl’s head. Teasingly she held her pussy inches out of reach as she took hold of her labia and opened herself up, displaying herself to Lotti. Slowly she lowered herself onto the waiting mouth. She leaned forward and began to play with Lotti’s tits as a smile started to spread across her face like the Cheshire cat.
From my seat across the room I watched the two women. Despite a body that ached with fatigue, my abused and over-used cock seemed to have a mind of its own. While watching them cum swapping it had begun to twitch back to life and was now standing proudly upright again. Fay noticed as she glanced over at me.
“Come and join us,” she managed to say between gasps of pleasure, “I’m sure this pretty cunt can take a little more.”
As she said that she reached forward and stroked along Lotti’s cunt lips, spreading them, and then pushing her fingers in. She pulled them out and they were slick and wet. She suddenly slapped Lotti across her tits.
“Don’t worry about what we’re doing. Just get on with keeping me happy.”
I made my way over to the bed and climbed up and knelt between Lotti’s spread open thighs. Her cunt glistened and seemed eager for more, so I pushed into her. I looked up and smiled back at Fay as I started to fuck our new friend. Fay seemed determined to get her money’s worth and Lotti was forced to continue. I was sure that Fay was somehow holding back waiting for me and squeezing out every last drop of sensual joy from this moment. I felt my cum begin to build and Fay seemed to sense it.
“Let’s cum together,” she gasped and leant forward and kissed me.
We both exploded at the same time. Fay screamed when she did so and flung her head back almost victoriously. I simply slumped. Eventually I eased myself out as my dick softened and shrank slowly to its normal size. Fay climbed off Lotti who simply lay there, seemingly comatose, but with her eyes open. Her face was even more of a mess than it had been before. She was conscious enough to let Fay manoeuvre her into the centre of the bed and extract the covers from under her. We covered her over and I think she was asleep as soon as she felt their warmth. Fay slid in on one side and I took the other. The bed was happily large enough to take all three of us. I leant across and kissed Fay and then flopped back.
“Night, honey,” came Fay’s distant response.
“And what a night!” I thought to myself.
When I woke the next morning, my brain was in a fog. The sun was streaming through the window so for a few minutes I kept my eyes closed. I reached out and my hand came across a naked body. I smiled and felt comforted. I explored further but something was wrong. It slowly dawned on me that this wasn’t Fay. I cautiously opened one eye and saw the head of a young woman nestled into the pillow. I closed my eye again and tried to get my thoughts in order. Slowly, memories of last night came back, first as a trickle of images, then as a torrent. I opened both my eyes and tried to focus. Lotti! Now I remembered it all. I lifted my head and looked at the clock on Fay’s side of the bed. Mid-morning! I slumped back down and closed my eyes again, content under the warmth of the duvet.
Then, I was wide awake again! It was mid-morning and Sofi was coming round at noon. I sat up. From the kitchen I could hear vague domestic noises and the seductive aroma of coffee was drifting up the stairs. I bent over and kissed the sleeping face on the lips. The girl stirred and then rolled onto her side away from me. I gently pulled her back by her shoulder. I kissed her again and she showed signs of waking up.
Slowly her eyes opened, and she found me looking down at her, smiling. She looked around trying to make sense of where she was.
“Who?.... Where?....” she muttered in a confused voice.
“Good morning Lotti,” I said softly, “remember last night? You were our special guest.”
“Last night?” and then it dawned. “Oh fuck, did that really happen?”
“Yes, it did… sorry,” I replied.
“Oh, don’t be sorry I loved every fucking minute of it. But I don’t really remember coming up here or going to bed.”
“I’m sure you will. What you need is a strong coffee and a shower. How are you feeling, by the way?”
She paused before replying. “my jaw aches a bit and my bottom is telling me its been to a party. Jeez, I feel like a real mess,”
“A very pretty mess if I may say so. Now up you get and come downstairs for some coffee. I’m sure Fay will be pleased to see you.”
I kicked myself free of the clinging duvet and stood up. I grabbed a bathrobe from the back of the door. As I was putting it on Lotti was looking round the room.
“My clothes …?” she asked vaguely.
“Your dress is downstairs,” I told her, “your underwear … well you really wouldn’t want to put those on. I hope you’ve brought spare. For now, you’ll do as you are, so come along.”
As she started to shyly slide out of the bed I turned round and headed downstairs. I heard the flush of the toilet behind me and then footsteps coming down the stairs. Fay was in the kitchen buttering slices of toast. She was wearing her apple white kimono and still had her bed hair. I smiled and sat down at the table.
“Good morning, darling,” she said brightly, and then, “and good morning Lotti. Come in and sit down, there’s toast and coffee.”
I turned to see a nervous Lotti loitering in the doorway. At Fay’s invitation she came over and sat at the kitchen table with me. Fay brought over a pot of steaming coffee and poured out three cups.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes,” Lotti said with a shy blush.
“You look gorgeous just as you are,” replied Fay and tilted Lotti’s chin up and kissed her affectionately on the mouth, much as I had done earlier. “Now, there’s toast and either jam or marmalade. Help yourself, but don’t take too long. We are expecting a visitor if you remember. I’m off for a shower. I put your overnight case in the second bedroom when you need it.”
After giving me a kiss, she left leaving us alone together. Lotti looked puzzled as she spread jam on a slice of toast. I reminded her about the real purpose of her visit and the other role she was expected to play. For the remainder of the weekend we were entertaining, and being entertained by, another playmate called Sofi.
“Ahh yes, I remember. You mentioned her before when we chatted online. Sorry, my brain isn’t really working yet.”
“We met her on the same site that you were on. She is much more submissive, and it seemed like a fun idea to get you both together. I’m sure we’ll all have great fun.”
“So how old is she? I don’t want to do anything i*****l.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve seen her drivers’ licence. She’s nineteen although she looks a lot younger.”
“And how was she the last time she played with you.”
“She was brilliant. She took everything we gave her. She seems to love a good spanking. Unfortunately, at that time we only had our hands so we couldn’t go too hard on her. I’m sure she could take more. She certainly went home slightly battered but ecstatically happy.”
“I’m sure I have something with me that will help. I’ll be interested to see how far we can push her.”
This was an interesting new side to Lotti that we had not come across before. We had got hints from our online chats and from her profile but now we were seeing it for real, She seemed to be taking charge with a sureness that let me know she knew what she was doing. For Fay and me that last time had been our first venture into that lifestyle and at first, I had worried about it. In the end I think we did Ok, and certainly no lasting damage was done. Sofi’s eagerness to visit again was proof of that. It would be good to have Lotti this time, someone who knew what she was doing and who hopefully knew what to expect from Sofi.
Lotti finished off her toast, took a last swig of her coffee and announced she needed a shower. I told her she could use the main bathroom and told her where it was. I said that Fay had put her case in the second bedroom which was directly opposite ours. After stopping briefly to give me a lovely kiss on the lips she walked out leaving me a little bit love-struck.
Eventually I went upstairs and into our bedroom. Fay was looking beautifully clean and fresh and had put her kimono back on. She was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She had even gone to the extent of changing the bedding.
“I can’t think what to wear,” she said with mock sadness, “any ideas?”
“Why don’t you just wear that kimono. Let’s face it if things go as planned you won’t be wearing it for long.”
“Great idea. And you could stay as you are as well. It would make life simpler. I have an idea that Lotti has other plans for herself.”
“I’m really looking forward to this weekend. Its already been amazing and looks like it might get even better.”
It was getting close to twelve when Fay and I went down to the living room. We were both tingling with excitement as to what might happen over the next day and a half. We sat together on the sofa leaving the armchair for Lotti. Somehow just doing that gave her a special status. I could not explain it, but we did it out of instinct. When she joined us, she had transformed herself.
No longer the subservient naked girl but now a proud and commanding woman. Her black hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail. Her freshly applied makeup gave her face an air of authority that even Fay and I felt. She was also wearing a kimono, in much the same style as Fay’s but cut even shorter. Whereas Fay’s seemed softer with is just off-white colour, Lotti’s was a dark blood red with a few hints of black trim. She was also wearing black boots that came to just below her knees. In one hand she carried her small case and in the other a riding crop as her symbol of authority. All in all, she gave off a feeling of quiet menace. I felt nervous and I’m sure Fay did as well.
“The bitch should be here soon,” she announced as she sat down, “when she knocks, I will go into the kitchen. I’ll let you two greet her and start to get her in the mood. Now, I think we all need a glass of something before she arrives.”
She looked at me pointedly and I quickly leant forward and poured out three glasses of wine, pushing hers across the low table towards her. She picked it up, sat back and sipped it appreciatively.
“I must say you two do keep a well-stocked cellar. This is delicious.”
“Thank you, we both love our wines,” I replied.
“So, what arrangements have you made with her?” she asked.
“Last time we set up this little scenario,” Fay started to explain, “she was the daughter of our next-door neighbour and I had caught her spying on Russ sunbathing naked. As we said before she’s nineteen but looks much younger. We’ve asked her to go along with the schoolgirl image for this weekend but what exactly she will come up with I have no idea.”
“That sounds like fun,” she said taking another generous sip of wine, “I always enjoy a bit of role-play.”
Just then the doorbell rang. Lotti picked up the riding crop that she had put down on the floor beside her chair and, taking her wine with her she stood up and sauntered into the kitchen. As the door closed the front doorbell chimed again. Our little friend was growing impatient. Trying to get into character, Fay stood up with an annoyed expression on her face. I heard the front door open and Fay’s raised voice, “You? What the fuck do you want?”
“Who is it?” I called out.
“Remember that little slut from last weekend? Its her. Her mother’s out and she’s lost her key. How come we always get lumbered with the baby sitting?”
“I guess we’ll have to take her in again,” I said trying to sound resigned and slightly annoyed. Inside I was excited to see her again.
Fay reappeared tugging a reluctant and tearful Sofi after her. I tried to suppress a grin of delight when I saw her. She’d put her blonde hair into plaits on either side and it was one of those that Fay was using to drag her in. It was all a bit of a cliché, but I loved it. She’d obviously dug out an old school uniform from her wardrobe. A dark maroon pullover covering a crisp white shirt with a school tie. Her pleated grey skirt was frighteningly short, and she wore knee-length white socks and black buckle-up shoes. Fay pushed her to stand in front of me. She looked totally miserable, but I knew it was an act. How long, I wondered, before that look became genuine?
“I ask you,” said Fay addressing me, “What does she look like. Dressing up like a porn schoolgirl. I bet she’s doing it just for you.” She turned to Sofi and yanked at one of her plaits. “it’s the fucking weekend, bitch, schools are closed.”
“I … I have special classes on Saturday mornings,” she stammered, almost bursting into tears.
“Because you’re too thick to learn stuff during the week or because you’re too busy being the class slut whore? Which is it?”
“I’m a good girl at school, Miss, I promise.
“And when is your mother due back?
“I … I don’t know, Miss.”
“Kneel!” Fay commanded her and she quickly dropped to her knees. “Hands behind your head and eyes to the floor while I ring her and find out.”
Fay wandered to the far side of the room behind her, giving me a wink and a smile as she did so. I looked down at the girl knelt in front of me trying to maintain a stern expression. In the background Fay was making her pretend phone call, inventing some conversation, uttering sympathetic phrases. “Of course, we’ll take good care of her, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
“She won’t be back until tomorrow,” she announced to me. “Her car has broken down and it won’t be fixed until then. Sounds like a load of bullshit to me. She’s probably off whoring somewhere.”
“She wouldn’t do that!” said Sofi angrily from her place in the middle of the room.
“Did I say you could speak? Eyes down and shut the fuck up. Until tomorrow we’re in charge. Got it?”
Almost imperceptible Sofi nodded her head.
“This is all a bit inconvenient,” I added, “we already have a guest this weekend.”
“We’ll just have to put up with the little whore. We have no choice.”
It was at this moment that Lotti chose to come back in.
Fay tugged her to a sitting position by her hair all the while telling her off for being such a lazy slut. “You still have work to do,” the poor girl was told. Where Fay got the energy from, I have no idea. She stood up and dragged Lotti to her feet. The girl stumbled and almost collapsed with the effort and Fay’s loving side kicked in as she put an arm around her waist and helped her stand. Together they made their slow way up the stairs and I lost sight of them as they went into our bedroom.
I sat enjoying the quiet for a moment or two then pushed myself upright. I seemed to ache everywhere, and I was looking forward to the soft comfort of my bed. I assumed Lotti would be sharing with us and expected that Fay would already have put her to bed and covered her over. When I came into the bedroom, I discovered how wrong I could be. Fay’s comment about still having work to do was not an idle one. She had made Lotti climb onto the bed and get on her hands and knees. Her bottom faced the door, and I was greeted by the sight of her reddened cheeks staring at me. One new handprint was beginning to appear on her left cheek. They both turned to look at me as I came in. Fay was smiling and playing with one of the strings of Lotti’s thong that I had used to plug her anus. Lotti simply looked tired and glum.
“This was a great idea,” said Fay, curling the string around a finger, “saving it for me.”
“Actually, I just wanted to stop her ruining the carpet,” I confessed.
“Well, I’ll make use of all your yummy cum anyway. I can’t let it go to waste.”
With that she slowly pulled out the ruined thong and dropped it on the bed. She had to be quick as creamy white cum immediately started oozing out. She darted her head in and covered Lotti’s arsehole with her lips and sucked my cum into her mouth. I sat on the stool by the dressing table and watched her. Her jaw worked as she found as much of it as she could, but I was pretty sure she didn’t swallow it. This was confirmed moments later when she lifted her head and pushed Lotti onto her side. She clambered over her until their heads were together. Lotti instinctively knew what was expected of her. She half rolled onto her back and looked at Fay. Without being asked she opened her mouth. Fay bent her head and let a ribbon of cum slowly drip into the waiting mouth. She worked her tongue, gathering up the last few drops and spat them in Lotti’s face where they glistened like wet glitter. With a gentle hand she closed Lotti’s mouth.
“Swallow it slut, it’s your reward.”
They held each other’s gaze as Lotti obediently did as she was told, holding open her mouth afterwards for Fay’s inspection.
“Good girl,” said Fay smiling down at her, “just one more thing before I let you go to sleep. Make me cum!”
Fay swivelled round and placed a leg either side of the girl’s head. Teasingly she held her pussy inches out of reach as she took hold of her labia and opened herself up, displaying herself to Lotti. Slowly she lowered herself onto the waiting mouth. She leaned forward and began to play with Lotti’s tits as a smile started to spread across her face like the Cheshire cat.
From my seat across the room I watched the two women. Despite a body that ached with fatigue, my abused and over-used cock seemed to have a mind of its own. While watching them cum swapping it had begun to twitch back to life and was now standing proudly upright again. Fay noticed as she glanced over at me.
“Come and join us,” she managed to say between gasps of pleasure, “I’m sure this pretty cunt can take a little more.”
As she said that she reached forward and stroked along Lotti’s cunt lips, spreading them, and then pushing her fingers in. She pulled them out and they were slick and wet. She suddenly slapped Lotti across her tits.
“Don’t worry about what we’re doing. Just get on with keeping me happy.”
I made my way over to the bed and climbed up and knelt between Lotti’s spread open thighs. Her cunt glistened and seemed eager for more, so I pushed into her. I looked up and smiled back at Fay as I started to fuck our new friend. Fay seemed determined to get her money’s worth and Lotti was forced to continue. I was sure that Fay was somehow holding back waiting for me and squeezing out every last drop of sensual joy from this moment. I felt my cum begin to build and Fay seemed to sense it.
“Let’s cum together,” she gasped and leant forward and kissed me.
We both exploded at the same time. Fay screamed when she did so and flung her head back almost victoriously. I simply slumped. Eventually I eased myself out as my dick softened and shrank slowly to its normal size. Fay climbed off Lotti who simply lay there, seemingly comatose, but with her eyes open. Her face was even more of a mess than it had been before. She was conscious enough to let Fay manoeuvre her into the centre of the bed and extract the covers from under her. We covered her over and I think she was asleep as soon as she felt their warmth. Fay slid in on one side and I took the other. The bed was happily large enough to take all three of us. I leant across and kissed Fay and then flopped back.
“Night, honey,” came Fay’s distant response.
“And what a night!” I thought to myself.
When I woke the next morning, my brain was in a fog. The sun was streaming through the window so for a few minutes I kept my eyes closed. I reached out and my hand came across a naked body. I smiled and felt comforted. I explored further but something was wrong. It slowly dawned on me that this wasn’t Fay. I cautiously opened one eye and saw the head of a young woman nestled into the pillow. I closed my eye again and tried to get my thoughts in order. Slowly, memories of last night came back, first as a trickle of images, then as a torrent. I opened both my eyes and tried to focus. Lotti! Now I remembered it all. I lifted my head and looked at the clock on Fay’s side of the bed. Mid-morning! I slumped back down and closed my eyes again, content under the warmth of the duvet.
Then, I was wide awake again! It was mid-morning and Sofi was coming round at noon. I sat up. From the kitchen I could hear vague domestic noises and the seductive aroma of coffee was drifting up the stairs. I bent over and kissed the sleeping face on the lips. The girl stirred and then rolled onto her side away from me. I gently pulled her back by her shoulder. I kissed her again and she showed signs of waking up.
Slowly her eyes opened, and she found me looking down at her, smiling. She looked around trying to make sense of where she was.
“Who?.... Where?....” she muttered in a confused voice.
“Good morning Lotti,” I said softly, “remember last night? You were our special guest.”
“Last night?” and then it dawned. “Oh fuck, did that really happen?”
“Yes, it did… sorry,” I replied.
“Oh, don’t be sorry I loved every fucking minute of it. But I don’t really remember coming up here or going to bed.”
“I’m sure you will. What you need is a strong coffee and a shower. How are you feeling, by the way?”
She paused before replying. “my jaw aches a bit and my bottom is telling me its been to a party. Jeez, I feel like a real mess,”
“A very pretty mess if I may say so. Now up you get and come downstairs for some coffee. I’m sure Fay will be pleased to see you.”
I kicked myself free of the clinging duvet and stood up. I grabbed a bathrobe from the back of the door. As I was putting it on Lotti was looking round the room.
“My clothes …?” she asked vaguely.
“Your dress is downstairs,” I told her, “your underwear … well you really wouldn’t want to put those on. I hope you’ve brought spare. For now, you’ll do as you are, so come along.”
As she started to shyly slide out of the bed I turned round and headed downstairs. I heard the flush of the toilet behind me and then footsteps coming down the stairs. Fay was in the kitchen buttering slices of toast. She was wearing her apple white kimono and still had her bed hair. I smiled and sat down at the table.
“Good morning, darling,” she said brightly, and then, “and good morning Lotti. Come in and sit down, there’s toast and coffee.”
I turned to see a nervous Lotti loitering in the doorway. At Fay’s invitation she came over and sat at the kitchen table with me. Fay brought over a pot of steaming coffee and poured out three cups.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t find my clothes,” Lotti said with a shy blush.
“You look gorgeous just as you are,” replied Fay and tilted Lotti’s chin up and kissed her affectionately on the mouth, much as I had done earlier. “Now, there’s toast and either jam or marmalade. Help yourself, but don’t take too long. We are expecting a visitor if you remember. I’m off for a shower. I put your overnight case in the second bedroom when you need it.”
After giving me a kiss, she left leaving us alone together. Lotti looked puzzled as she spread jam on a slice of toast. I reminded her about the real purpose of her visit and the other role she was expected to play. For the remainder of the weekend we were entertaining, and being entertained by, another playmate called Sofi.
“Ahh yes, I remember. You mentioned her before when we chatted online. Sorry, my brain isn’t really working yet.”
“We met her on the same site that you were on. She is much more submissive, and it seemed like a fun idea to get you both together. I’m sure we’ll all have great fun.”
“So how old is she? I don’t want to do anything i*****l.”
“Don’t worry, we’ve seen her drivers’ licence. She’s nineteen although she looks a lot younger.”
“And how was she the last time she played with you.”
“She was brilliant. She took everything we gave her. She seems to love a good spanking. Unfortunately, at that time we only had our hands so we couldn’t go too hard on her. I’m sure she could take more. She certainly went home slightly battered but ecstatically happy.”
“I’m sure I have something with me that will help. I’ll be interested to see how far we can push her.”
This was an interesting new side to Lotti that we had not come across before. We had got hints from our online chats and from her profile but now we were seeing it for real, She seemed to be taking charge with a sureness that let me know she knew what she was doing. For Fay and me that last time had been our first venture into that lifestyle and at first, I had worried about it. In the end I think we did Ok, and certainly no lasting damage was done. Sofi’s eagerness to visit again was proof of that. It would be good to have Lotti this time, someone who knew what she was doing and who hopefully knew what to expect from Sofi.
Lotti finished off her toast, took a last swig of her coffee and announced she needed a shower. I told her she could use the main bathroom and told her where it was. I said that Fay had put her case in the second bedroom which was directly opposite ours. After stopping briefly to give me a lovely kiss on the lips she walked out leaving me a little bit love-struck.
Eventually I went upstairs and into our bedroom. Fay was looking beautifully clean and fresh and had put her kimono back on. She was brushing her hair in front of the mirror. She had even gone to the extent of changing the bedding.
“I can’t think what to wear,” she said with mock sadness, “any ideas?”
“Why don’t you just wear that kimono. Let’s face it if things go as planned you won’t be wearing it for long.”
“Great idea. And you could stay as you are as well. It would make life simpler. I have an idea that Lotti has other plans for herself.”
“I’m really looking forward to this weekend. Its already been amazing and looks like it might get even better.”
It was getting close to twelve when Fay and I went down to the living room. We were both tingling with excitement as to what might happen over the next day and a half. We sat together on the sofa leaving the armchair for Lotti. Somehow just doing that gave her a special status. I could not explain it, but we did it out of instinct. When she joined us, she had transformed herself.
No longer the subservient naked girl but now a proud and commanding woman. Her black hair had been pulled back into a severe ponytail. Her freshly applied makeup gave her face an air of authority that even Fay and I felt. She was also wearing a kimono, in much the same style as Fay’s but cut even shorter. Whereas Fay’s seemed softer with is just off-white colour, Lotti’s was a dark blood red with a few hints of black trim. She was also wearing black boots that came to just below her knees. In one hand she carried her small case and in the other a riding crop as her symbol of authority. All in all, she gave off a feeling of quiet menace. I felt nervous and I’m sure Fay did as well.
“The bitch should be here soon,” she announced as she sat down, “when she knocks, I will go into the kitchen. I’ll let you two greet her and start to get her in the mood. Now, I think we all need a glass of something before she arrives.”
She looked at me pointedly and I quickly leant forward and poured out three glasses of wine, pushing hers across the low table towards her. She picked it up, sat back and sipped it appreciatively.
“I must say you two do keep a well-stocked cellar. This is delicious.”
“Thank you, we both love our wines,” I replied.
“So, what arrangements have you made with her?” she asked.
“Last time we set up this little scenario,” Fay started to explain, “she was the daughter of our next-door neighbour and I had caught her spying on Russ sunbathing naked. As we said before she’s nineteen but looks much younger. We’ve asked her to go along with the schoolgirl image for this weekend but what exactly she will come up with I have no idea.”
“That sounds like fun,” she said taking another generous sip of wine, “I always enjoy a bit of role-play.”
Just then the doorbell rang. Lotti picked up the riding crop that she had put down on the floor beside her chair and, taking her wine with her she stood up and sauntered into the kitchen. As the door closed the front doorbell chimed again. Our little friend was growing impatient. Trying to get into character, Fay stood up with an annoyed expression on her face. I heard the front door open and Fay’s raised voice, “You? What the fuck do you want?”
“Who is it?” I called out.
“Remember that little slut from last weekend? Its her. Her mother’s out and she’s lost her key. How come we always get lumbered with the baby sitting?”
“I guess we’ll have to take her in again,” I said trying to sound resigned and slightly annoyed. Inside I was excited to see her again.
Fay reappeared tugging a reluctant and tearful Sofi after her. I tried to suppress a grin of delight when I saw her. She’d put her blonde hair into plaits on either side and it was one of those that Fay was using to drag her in. It was all a bit of a cliché, but I loved it. She’d obviously dug out an old school uniform from her wardrobe. A dark maroon pullover covering a crisp white shirt with a school tie. Her pleated grey skirt was frighteningly short, and she wore knee-length white socks and black buckle-up shoes. Fay pushed her to stand in front of me. She looked totally miserable, but I knew it was an act. How long, I wondered, before that look became genuine?
“I ask you,” said Fay addressing me, “What does she look like. Dressing up like a porn schoolgirl. I bet she’s doing it just for you.” She turned to Sofi and yanked at one of her plaits. “it’s the fucking weekend, bitch, schools are closed.”
“I … I have special classes on Saturday mornings,” she stammered, almost bursting into tears.
“Because you’re too thick to learn stuff during the week or because you’re too busy being the class slut whore? Which is it?”
“I’m a good girl at school, Miss, I promise.
“And when is your mother due back?
“I … I don’t know, Miss.”
“Kneel!” Fay commanded her and she quickly dropped to her knees. “Hands behind your head and eyes to the floor while I ring her and find out.”
Fay wandered to the far side of the room behind her, giving me a wink and a smile as she did so. I looked down at the girl knelt in front of me trying to maintain a stern expression. In the background Fay was making her pretend phone call, inventing some conversation, uttering sympathetic phrases. “Of course, we’ll take good care of her, we’ll see you tomorrow.”
“She won’t be back until tomorrow,” she announced to me. “Her car has broken down and it won’t be fixed until then. Sounds like a load of bullshit to me. She’s probably off whoring somewhere.”
“She wouldn’t do that!” said Sofi angrily from her place in the middle of the room.
“Did I say you could speak? Eyes down and shut the fuck up. Until tomorrow we’re in charge. Got it?”
Almost imperceptible Sofi nodded her head.
“This is all a bit inconvenient,” I added, “we already have a guest this weekend.”
“We’ll just have to put up with the little whore. We have no choice.”
It was at this moment that Lotti chose to come back in.
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