Good Girl (Playroom) (15 page)

“Oh, the
puppy,” Auggie purrs. “I think this is more for you than me, Monster. Good choice,” he praises me.

Auggie slides up the chaise-s
ofa-thing until he leans in the corner of the arm and small back-support. Bethany trots over on her hands and knees, pretending to be a puppy with her tongue hanging out, panting in excitement. It’s beautiful, the way Beth accepts herself and her needs. I want to grow up to be confident like her. Seeing Beth infuses me with strength- I can do this- I can watch this and not have it shred me.

I’m torn between watching Auggie
deftly roll on a condom, as if he’s done it a billion times, and Bethany’s perfect tits swaying as she crawls up the sofa. “Puppies take it from behind, Bethany. Kneel on my thighs facing Willow. You can’t take much of me, either.” Auggie controls us both as he sprawls back, looking like the sex-god of the Playroom.

I feel better knowing I chose someone who’s been with him before- I made the right decision. I sigh in rel
ief that I didn’t disappoint my master by picking the wrong person. It’s humiliating enough that I’m so dang inadequate that I can’t satisfy Auggie with my own body.

I watch in fascination as Bethany crawl
s over Auggie and places a knee on each of his muscular thighs. She squats her rear down, exposing her hairless, glistening slit. I’ve only seen my own pussy this close up. I hope mine is as nice looking as hers.

“Monster, kiss the puppy’s teats while I seek my pleasure.”
Augustus says in amusement. I sit on his thighs in front of the puppy and squeeze and pull at her nipples. I’m fascinated with this part of the female form. If I had big tits, I’d play with them constantly. I feel bad that I can’t offer this fun to a guy.

Bethany’s
moan tells me that the Beast is inside of her. I scoot back so I can look. I watch as Beth swallows half of that monster cock. The Beast easily slides in and out, each time adding more length that disappears inside Beth’s pussy, and it comes back out shiny and wet. Before my eyes, Bethany’s nipples get bigger and the little bead at the top of her pussy peeks out. She likes the Beast. I envy her- I wish I was her.

I
feel Augustus’ gaze on me the entire time, but I don’t look at him. We’re playing with Bethany. I don’t want to be rude. I squeeze Bethany’s boobs and she moans for me. I love how she reacts to my touch. My mind keeps wandering to that swollen pearl. Auggie taught me that it gives the best orgasms. I touch it with a fingertip and Bethany wildly bucks around and grunts when too much of the Beast plunges deep into her. I back off, worried I’d done something wrong.

“
You can do that now, Willow,” Auggie reassures me. “I have her hips.”

I suck on Bethany’s
nipple and revel in the reaction it causes. Sexually this isn’t doing anything for me, but it satisfies the hell out of me to give her pleasure. Her breasts sway as Auggie moves her up and down on the beast. It’s a bounty I can’t resist. I hinge my jaw open as far as I can until some of her tit is in my mouth, too. I suck hard, wanting to leave a mark. Bethany groans and eagerly presses my face closer to her. Bethany breast is soft and squishy. I sink my teeth in and smile as she yelps.

My finger finds Beth’s
clit again, and I do as I was taught. I go back to her opening for some moist slickness, but I get waylaid when I feel the Beast sliding back and forth. Auggie grunts when I caress his sack like he enjoys.

I find a rhythm similar to the one Auggie is using
, for my mouth on her breast and my fingertip on her clit. Bethany starts to wiggle all over the place, deeply moaning. She screams out my name when she comes, not Auggie’s. I shouldn’t feel proud of that, but I do.

“I won’t tell Essie about this if you don’t. Some of the stuff that happened tonight I want to tell her in private, okay?” I whisper to Bethany.

Essie and Beth are friends from school and work together at the salon. I don’t know if Beth would want Essie to know she fucked Auggie or that she crawls around and playacts being a puppy. I do know I don’t want Essie to find out I lost my virginity from gossip. It’s for me to share with her.

“Thank you,” Beth
says in obvious relief. She softly kisses me in thanks, and I know I’ve made another friend tonight. I smile from the impossibility of living eighteen years with my only friends blood related to me- everyone else was just an acquaintance. Tonight, I’ve forged real friendships with Devon and Bethany, even if they are freaky relationships.

I stand up so that they can do whatever you do when you’re done having sex. I pull my jeans on and notice that Rob and Devon are sitting side-by-side on a settee
, both gazing at their fidgeting hands. That looks like the most comfortable place to be. I cross the room and join them.

~Chapter Ten~

The bumpy truck ride hurts like a bitch. I feel like I’m being punished
, not going to Sunday dinner with the family.

We left the
Playroom
after Auggie got his rocks off. Robbie is being punished for the fit he threw, so he had to go back to the loft, too. He’s sulked since last night. When we got up this morning, Auggie made us go down to the shop and work even though it’s closed for the day. We worked on Auggie’s Illustrations site, and he hasn’t spoken to either of us, today. 

“How does the club work? I mean is the
Playroom
legal?” I ask to break the strained silence. Auggie is just driving around instead of taking us straight to my house. I think he wants me to flinch when he hits the bumps.

“Au
ggie owns the club,” Robbie quietly says.

“I did n
ot know that,” I drawl in shock.

“The Playroom has nothing to do with the club. The people in there are invite only- by me. I needed a space to play until I could afford to buy a house. This works for now. We like to go play in the club to loosen up first.” Auggie slows down and h
its a pothole. I yelp in pain.

“What’s th
e matter?” Auggie asks out of concern.

“I’m sore is all,” I
lightly say, but in reality, I hurt like hell. But I’m not telling Auggie that. He’d probably never touch me again. I asked for it, I’ll live with it. It’s the price I would gladly pay a thousand times over to not be a virgin anymore.

“Are you bleeding?”
Auggie accuses.

“No,”
I lie. I’m spotting a bit. But I think the issue is that the skin is rubbed off. It feels like a brush-burn. Sex is the farthest thing from my mind.

“Alrigh
t then, I guess it’s normal,” Auggie murmurs as he pulls over to the curb, and I worry that he’ll make me walk instead of enduring the ride.

“That one over there,” Auggie
points to a massive three-story house with a mansard roofline. It’s rundown and creepy in a gothic sort of way. “It’s going for next to nothing. The owner just passed away. She was a ninety-nine. No one has taken care of it in thirty years. Combine that with the fact that she passed away inside the house, nobody wants to purchase it. I bid twenty grand on it yesterday. It’s known as the neighborhood spook house. The kids won’t even walk on the sidewalk in front of it.” Auggie evilly grins at us.

Auggie
loves knowing that this house is creepy, the delighted glow shines from his green eyes. The wrought-iron hurricane fence surrounding the property is mirrored on the roofline. The pointy metal is foreboding. The siding hasn’t been painted in decades with no hint of its original color- it’s gray weathered wood now.

“It should close soon
with no other interested parties, and it was willed to some distant cousin who lives across the country. They will just want the money as fast as possible. I have to fix the place up, but this way I can customize everything. It will be nice not to live in the store’s inventory loft and play in the club’s storage room. Plus, I’m sick of paying for storage units.”

“
Wow,” Rob and I say in unison.

“If you guys are good, I’ll even let you have a floor. The top floor attic is for the
Playroom.
It has access to the widow’s watch. The Spook House has a full basement, the attic, and two more floors for whatever. There are nine bedrooms in the place, so be good to your master and he will let you move in.”

“Wow,” I say again.

“It shouldn’t be longer than a month before it’s live-in ready. New rule is in effect as of last night. If you want to play at the
Playroom
, you have to work at the Spook House. It will be 24-7 until completion. If they don’t have the time to work, then they have to hire someone to take their place. If they don’t put in twenty hours a week, then it’s no
Playroom
for them.”

“Do I get extra credit if I work long
er than that?” I snarkily say.

“You get to live there, a
nd the twenty hour rule doesn’t apply for either of you. You will go to work, eat, and then go to the Spook House and work. I’ll give you seven hours to sleep, and then we do this again- everyday until it’s complete. It will be in your best interest to make everyone work very hard on the house. Your extra credit is that you both have a say in the design. I already have your rooms picked out,” Auggie giddily says.

Auggie
pulls away from the curb and starts towards home. He doesn’t ask us what we want, he just tells us. I guess that’s what it means to be Auggie’s property. I’m not going to bitch. He knows what he’s doing.

Rob is
stoically frozen like a stone. I stare at the side of his face until the corner of his lip quirks up. Yeah, Rob’s not fooling anyone. He’s fucking excited, too.

“Like Brother, like Sister,” I say under my brea
th, and Rob barks a laugh. 

***

I try to act normal when I enter my family’s house. I don’t want to look like the girl who crawled around the floor, gave a blowjob, and lost her virginity with half of the town’s residents watching. I don’t act like my brother and I are owned by his best friend or that my owner gave me to another guy to play with. I’m not ashamed of the fact that Robbie and I watched the other have sex with people. But your parents just shouldn’t know these private things about you. The dark perversions that dwell deep within your soul are only for the likeminded to know and understand.

The house doesn’t even feel like I live here anymore. I’ve hated it since I graduated. I just live here. I’m not a
part of the house, not like my parents. Clover and the twins are more at home than I am, and they live next door. If I move into the Spook House, I know Auggie will make me work for my keep. He’ll make me work for it, not pay for it. There is a distinction. Auggie makes me feel very useful, like I have a purpose in life. I need that feeling. I guess Robbie does, too. It’s not about sex, either. Must be my parents raised us wrong somehow or it’s bred into us.

I r
un upstairs avoiding everyone.

“Hey,
” I say to Essie. She’s lazing on my bed. I’m fresh from the shower and looking for something to wear.

Essie
says nothing in reply. She just stares at me in contemplation while worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. She pulls a piece of hair from behind her ear and gnaws on the ends. It’s a habit that she’s tried to break, but it reappears when she’s anxious.

“Well, spit it out,” I
coax Essie, knowing that the look on her face means she wants to talk.

“I went b
ack last night. I saw,” Essie sadly whispers. She nibbles on her hair and stares at me. I can tell she wants to cry. It breaks my heart that my best friend and cousin judges what I did last night. I know it’s not normal, but it’s my normal.

“What’d
you see?” I avoid looking at Essie while I pull on a pair of knit slacks and a wool sweater. We have to dress nicely for Sunday dinner. I’m lucky that they can’t manage to drag me to church beforehand. Essie still goes. She’s in a pretty navy dress.

I don’t mind going to church because I do have faith. It feels strange to sit with the family that I disrespect to their faces. I feel guilty about my behavior, but I still do it. It’s a compulsion. Now our Minister would glare at me if he knew what I did last night. He
’d cast me and Robbie to the pits of hell. No more church for me. My faith is between me and God. I don’t need a congregation judging me, too.

“I only watched f
or a minute and I ran out.” Essie sobs, and I finally look at her.

“What minute?” I
quietly ask. I can’t believe Essie is this upset with me. I’m the same Willow as yesterday morning. It’s not like I killed someone. After all the times I’ve watched Essie on her knees with some dude’s grubby cock between her lips, and once when she had one man between her lips and another one’s hand up her skirt. I never judged her. I made sure it was Essie’s choice and watched, and she was thrilled that I accepted what got her off. Now Essie judges me, and it’s not even silent judgment. It’s painted across Essie’s features and boring into me from her penetrating, disappointed gaze.