The Suite
Day 2
The three toned chime seemed especially loud in the morning, jolting Megan out of her slumber. She dreaded what was coming next, having to watch another of those awful videos. But there was nothing she could do. With a sigh she rolled out of bed and put on a night shirt.
Olivia was standing by the couch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes wearing a t-shirt and running shorts. Megan felt a twinge of jealousy; it took forever to make herself presentable and Olivia was pretty 1st thing in the morning. Sometimes life wasn’t fair.
“Hey,” she said.
“ ‘Morning,” Olivia replied. The two stared at each other silently. Lyn was nowhere in sight. They looked to her bedroom door, which was closed, heard nothing and tiptoed to the door. Olivia opened it a crack. Megan could see Lyn on the bed, her back to the door.
“Hey Lyn,” Olivia said gently. “The video is going to start.”
“I’m not watching it.”
“You have to.”
“It’s gross … I don’t have to do anything.”
“If you don’t, you won’t get your money.”
“I don’t need the money.”
“But I do, and I’m sure Megan does also,” Olivia stepped lightly into the room. “I know you find the videos upsetting. I don’t blame you. And I know this is a lot to ask, but I’m asking you to help me. That money will cover all of my summer expenses. I really need it. I’ll do everything I can to make it up to you this week, but right now I need you to get out of bed, watch the video and keep watching them.”
Lyn’s head lifted off the pillow. She looked over her shoulder.
“Please?”
“Fine,” Lyn said like someone who thought the situation anything but.
The three arranged themselves on the couch as before, Olivia and Megan on the ends with Lyn in the middle. The video this time took place in the dressing room of a lingerie shop, with a customer attacking the sales girl. The video followed the pattern established the day before, with the victim in the previous show starring as the attacker here. As the video ended, Lyn was trembling with rage.
And then Olivia did the last thing Megan would have expected. She started to laugh …
… which only served to provoke Lyn, “This fucking isn’t funny!”
“You’re right, funny isn’t the word,” Olivia chuckled. “Ridiculous is more like it.”
“What does that mean?”
“C’mon … doctors doing their patients? Cheerleaders? Sex in the dressing room? Their running every play in the ‘Lesbian Cliché’ playbook,” Olivia said. “What’s next? Naughty nurses? Hot for teacher? The Mile High Club? It’s all very … graphic … I grant you. But it’s all so stupid!”
Lyn sprang to her feet and glared at Olivia, “I’m going to take a shower.”
The brunette stormed off. Though it wasn’t her turn for the shower, according to the schedule they’d set up, neither Olivia nor Megan stopped her.
“Did I go too far?” Olivia asked.
“Maybe a little,” Megan said. “This is really bugging her.”
Olivia thought it over, “I’ll make her an omelet.”
Megan went back to her room to collect her toiletries. She entered the bathroom as Lyn was heading out. Olivia handed the brunette a plate with a friendly smile. Lyn didn’t look completely placated, but she didn’t look quite as pissed either.
Olivia spent the morning teaching Megan how to play chess while Lyn did schoolwork. Megan spent the afternoon doing schoolwork of her own while Lyn watched the first two seasons of “The Simpsons” on DVD. Olivia worked out, did schoolwork and napped. The afternoon went smoothly. The chime for the evening made Megan flinch. She and Olivia looked over to Lyn, who’s face was a visage of grim determination.
“Let’s get this over with,” she muttered.
The video featured the salesgirl from the lingerie shop, last seen that morning, attacking her brokenhearted friend, who’d boyfriend had unexpectedly dumped her. By the video’s end, the friend had completely forgotten he ex’s name. Olivia turned to Lyn.
“Before you say anything, think about it,” Olivia said. “Your best friend’s boyfriend just dumped her, so what do you do? Have sex with her? Does that make any sense at all?”
“No,” Lyn said quietly.
“Of course not,” Olivia confirmed. “All these videos have is shock value and I have to say, each time I watch one I find it a little less shocking. How about you, Megan? Was watching that one as bad as watching the first one?”
“I guess not.”
“You see,” Olivia turned back to Lyn. “All they can do is shock you … and you decide whether that’s going to happen or not. You’re stuck here for another five and a half days. Don’t give them the right to rattle your cage three times a day.”
Lyn sighed, “You’re right.”
Olivia smiled, “That’s the spirit! Now, who’s hungry?”
She whipped together three servings of hamburgers and fries in 30 minutes flat. Megan ate slowly, enjoying the food and the feeling of a crisis having been avoided. Lyn seemed to be calming down, and the videos were getting easier to take. She was beginning to think she’d make it through the seven days after all.
Which is why the bedtime video was such a crushing disappointment.
Arranged as always on the couch, the video opened on the cabin of an aircraft. The broken hearted girlfriend from the last video appeared, walking down the aisle as a stewardess approached from the opposite direction. The two turned to the side, allowing the other room to pass. It was a tight fit, their chests brushed together, the girlfriend with a confident look on her face and the stewardess with an embarrassed but friendly smile.
The girlfriend lingered by a door at the end of the aisle, which she opened as the stewardess approached a second time. Suddenly, the girlfriend grabbed the stewardess, throwing her through the doorway.
The scene switched to a bathroom, and Megan knew the whole thing had to be staged. She seriously doubted even Air Force One had bathrooms that big.
The girlfriend maneuvered so her right hand held the stewardess’ right wrist. She pulled the arm around the back of the stew’s head so the arm was against the wall. With the stewardess’ arm pinned, the girlfriend’s left hand was free to roam over her victim’s body. The girlfriend hiked up the stewardess’ skirt, which was slow going as the stewardess kicked and thrashed, her cries smothered by the girlfriend’s insistent mouth. Their chests pressed together, pinning the stewardess to the wall.
The stewardess’ dress had been pulled almost up to her waist when the girlfriend’s hand darted between the kicking legs. Megan could see the muscles in the girlfriend’s arm work as her fingers massaged the stew’s clit through her flimsy panties.
The stewardess went rigid, drawing up to her full height, her eyes glazed over.
“That’s right,” the girlfriend cooed. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
The stewardess nodded.
“Say it.”
“It feels good,” the stewardess whimpered.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to make you cum?”
“Yessssss!”
The girlfriend dropped to her knees. The stewardess her dress up as her panties were pulled down and off, her reluctance completely disintegrated by now. Eyes shut, head thrown back, her hips rapid circles in time with the girlfriend’s tongue. Megan watched in awe as the girlfriend’s head nodded up and down, her tongue lashing at the stewardess’ cunt.
“Yes yes yes,” she yipped. “Yes yes yes … yes yes yes … oh God … oh God … ohhhhh!”
The stewardess dropped slowly to her knees and into the waiting arms of the girlfriend. They kissed deeply.
“Not bad, huh?”
“Damn,” the stewardess groaned, “that was … unbelievable. I’ve never had a guy do me like that.”
“And you never will.”
“That’s for sure,” the two kissed again. “Now stand up, ‘cause I’m dying for a taste of your pussy.”
The girlfriend did as she was told. The screen faded to black as the stewardess buried her face into the girlfriend’s quim, an ecstatic grin forming of her on the standing girl’s face.
Lyn rose slowly from the couch. As the TV clicked off, she turned to stare at Olivia, her face drained of color.
“What kind of game are you playing at,” she whispered.
“Excuse me?”
“What are you up to!” Lyn’s voice was louder, but brittle.
“I don’t know what …”
“You said they’d do a mile high club video!” Lyn yelled. “How did you know they’d do one?”
“I never said that.”
“YES YOU DID!” Lyn turned to Megan. “Didn’t she?”
Megan shrugged, “That’s how I remember it.”
Olivia calmly shook her head, “I never said that. I said the videos were cliché and ridiculous and I threw out some examples to show how ridiculous they were. We’re here seven days, they show us three videos a day, that’s 21 videos or so. It stands to reason one or two of my examples were going to turn up.”
Lyn held up her hands, palms out, “I’m not listening to you anymore. I don’t want to talk to you, and I don’t want you talking to me. Just leave me alone. Whatever you’re up to, I don’t want any part of it.”