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The new arrangement didn't work. It was an uneasy arrangement to begin with. Sally got stressed out in about two days, which made it worse. She became overbearing, surly, bossy. She couldn't handle being a mistress to Nicole. It wasn't in her nature to be dominant.
The decision had not pleased Nicole, either, though she was in a submissive role as she had wanted. She suffered from a reluctant mistress, however, and in short order, her more aggressive personality made the situation worse.
It got a little better for a while after I gathered them together and told them what had happened to Gary. I called them all into the Free Room. I answered every question I could and they had plenty of them. I told them about Miki. We watched the news coverage of the funerals for the dead girls. Sally and Nicole understood they owed their lives to their daughters being in a public school. I thought we were all bonding nicely and that the roughest part was behind us. Boy, was I wrong.
Sally tried to assert her dominance in the relationship, I will give her that. I found her tactics intriguing and filed them away in case I needed to impress my mastery over Sally in the future. First, she stripped Nicole of all clothing. Not a shred of covering. Not that I minded. Nicole was indeed a beauty but about as different from Sally as you could get. Where Sally was petite, Nicole was statuesque. She was tall, almost 6 feet. Her dark hair and olive complexion made Sally seem pale, even with Sally's lightly tanned skin. Together with her intelligent piercing aristocratic blue eyes, she was a striking woman.
Nicole did not seem to have an ounce of excess fat on her, now that I could readily see all of her. That's not to say she wasn't feminine, far from it. She had all the curves necessary to qualify, and then some. Her breasts were about the same size as Sally's but seemed smaller on Nicole's larger frame. Her waist was incredibly narrow. Sally told me it was only 20 inches. I detected more than a little jealousy when she told me that. Nicole also had that super sexy physical feature that millions of men react to automatically. She had that natural diamond-shaped open space between her thighs, right at the top. Prehistorically, that diamond meant a wide carriage for bearing young and the eroticism of that image was programmed into the male sex chromosome. Sally had it, too, but Nicole ... Oh, my! ... the first time I saw her silhouetted in the light from the window behind her, I think I began to finally lust after her. That perfect diamond of light just below her crotch lit a slow burning fire in me.
Next, after stripping her naked, Sally had Nicole sleep on the floor at the foot of our bed. This I found interesting, as well, because, if anything, her presence during our intimate times added to Sally's stress and distress. She became uneasy when we made love, to the point I had to remind her who was boss. Well, at least, who it was who thought he was boss, anyway. I never forced her to have sex, but she didn't enjoy it as much with Nicole there.
Third was that she had Nicole doing all the shit work. Cleaning, dusting, scrubbing, shopping — grocery, not clothes, gardening, and so on. She had Nicole doing everything but what she was suited to do, which was to use her brain. Nicole's life was now an endless series of mindless drivel.
Added to all this was that Janey and Simone were not getting along, either. Janey only had a single bed in her room, so they were not only sharing a room, but a bed, too. Simone was jealous of Janey's popularity at school and Janey was jealous of Simone's brains. There were personal phone messages that didn't get delivered, sabotaged school reports and tests and so on. Simone was really trying to mess with Janey and she was doing a pretty good job.
For her part, Janey was actually trying to get along, if only half-heartedly. She came to me one evening in tears, sweaty from one of the pick-up basketball games. Simone had begun to put a damper on these events, too. I really think she wanted to participate but she was shy and unfamiliar with basketball. Janey poured out all her woes, blaming everyone, including me, obliquely, for the crap she had to live with.
I held her on my lap trying to work things out. This mess was largely my fault. I know, I know. Sally's way would have probably been better, but it still rubbed me the wrong way to have her decide without consulting me; even if she was right.
I asked what Janey what she had done to make Simone's situation better. She looked at me funny, as if it was a strange concept that she might have to do something to help Simone fit in. I asked her if she had ever made her feel like she was welcome. Again she looked at me funny.
I hugged her to me and, without thinking, I told her that it might help Simone feel like she belonged if Janey went out of her way to do something special for her, to make her know she was wanted.
"Like what?" she wanted to know.
"I don't know. Just think about what would make you feel special and wanted and do that for her."
Honestly, I didn't have anything in mind at the time.
Later that night, I woke to a familiar elbow in my side.
"Larry? You awake?"
"Uh-huh. Now I am."
"Oh, sorry. Did you talk to Janey today?"
"Uh-huh."
"About Simone?"
"Ummm."
"What did you tell her to do?"
Suddenly alert to the edge in her voice, I was now fully awake. And I sensed it, too, but it was different somehow. We had both sensed when Janey had an orgasm and we were familiar with that. This one was different, like it was learning how to feel good.
"God! It's her first orgasm!" Sally whispered to me, after leaning over and checking on Nicole, just to make sure she wasn't fingering herself.
"Should I check on them?"
"No. Let them finish."
"Them? How can you tell there are two of them?"
I could sense her smile in the dark.
"I don't know. I just do. Janey's giving Simone an orgasm. Again."
We both felt this one, too, stronger, more sure of itself, more welcomed into the body it was entering.
Janey was diligent, I'll give you that. Simone was cumming like a pro when Janey finally stopped working her over. I slipped in to check on them when it had been quiet for a while. I was greeted by a gorgeous tangle of teen limbs. Simone was zonked. Janey was still awake. I sat by her side and took her hand.
"What was it you did, kiddo?"
"What you said."
"Uh, I don't think I said to do anything like what just happened here."
She grinned up at me.
"You could feel her, too? God, she didn't know what was happening to her!"
"And what was happening to her, Janey? Inquiring minds want to know."
She sort of snorted when she giggled, most unladylike.
"Well, I thought about what you said, about doing something to make her feel special and wanted. I thought about what made me feel that way. Then I remembered the time you did me with your mouth, about how good that made me feel and all. So I did her."
"She didn't object?"
"Well, uh, I, uh, I kind of surprised her. After a minute, when I didn't bite, she quit struggling."
"Struggling?"
"Uh-huh! I sort of tied her hands to the bed first, like you did mine."
Oh God, I had created a monster.
"You didn't mind that she was a girl?"
"You mean that lezzie thing?"
"Yeah. People can be kind of mean if they find out."
"Oh. Simone wouldn't tell. And even if she does, that's OK, too. It was my gift to her. What she does with it is up to her. Isn't that what you've been trying to tell me all along, Dad?"
I leaned over and kissed this marvelous young woman goodnight, my tears dripping on her sweaty and slimy face.
"I would have sex with you right now if you wanted, kiddo."
I knew she had not cum and was still sexually aroused.
She grinned up at me, then hugged me tight. I thought for a moment she was going to take me up on my offer. I wasn't sure if I hoped she would or if I hoped she wouldn't. She held me for the longest time, then whispered, "Thanks, Dad," in my ear.
Maybe you had to be there, but I thought it was a Hell of a touching moment. I went back to my room and went to sleep.
OK. Now, if you came home and heard, 'Oh, God, Oh, God, Yes, Yes, Yes. Oh God that's so big and hard, Do my ass, too, harder, please, please don't stop, ' or various repetitions and renditions thereof emanating from your daughter's bedroom, screamed in a loud and excited manner, what would you think? Right! You keep a shotgun in the closet for just such an instance.
Unfortunately, it was Sally and Nicole who came home from a foreshortened day of shopping, as Nicole was being a real bitch. Unknown to them, Janey and Simone had decided to play hooky from school to further explore the territory discovered the night before. What they walked in on was Simone pounding Janey with a dildo, who was the one screaming. Simone was eagerly returning the favor Janey had done for her the entire hour before. The girls thought they were alone in the house and were being as noisy and raunchy as they wanted. It was all in fun, just girl stuff, sort of like male bonding. Yeah, right!
Sally immediately knew what was going on through her link with Janey. She thought it was strange that Janey sounded like she was having a lot more fun than it felt like she was experiencing through the link, but she also knew that the other person in the room was not me. We had said goodbye this morning in the shower, as I had to run up to the Guild for some business meetings. She deducted correctly that Janey's partner in passion was Simone, and that was the reason for the verbal encouragement. Janey and Sally had both commented to me at the seeming inability of Nicole to feel anything on their link, and that Simone's link felt funny to them. The way they talked, it sounded as if they really pitied them that loss.
Nicole, however, didn't know who was with Janey, only that Janey seemed to be getting a good fucking, one of a lifetime, from the sounds of it. Whether to herself or if she meant Sally to hear wasn't clear, but she muttered, "The little bitch will be as big a slut as her mother soon." Of course, she muttered it in French. Then again, maybe it was Sally's fault for not informing Nicole she spoke fluent French and could understand the colloquial vulgarisms she constantly used when referring to her and Janey.
Needless to say, the comment didn't sit well with Sally. I had learned early on that malicious words would wound Sally worse than the whip. Those words from Nicole cut her deeply. Unbidden, a vengeful anger started to grow in her heart. Attack Sally and she would fight back, attack her daughter and she would get vengeance.
Uncharacteristic of Sally, she ignored her anger. I had commanded her to be a mistress. She was trying to do her best. She also didn't want to embarrass Nicole by letting her know she understood French. There were things to do, preparations for the next visit by our friends. Sally still had to organize two more costumes for Nicole and Simone, and, as she had discovered, Nicole was domestically worthless. She couldn't cook, clean, sew, iron, or straighten up. What exactly was she to do with this worthless bitch?
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