“Goody Two-Shoes”
“I’m not quite sure that this is a good idea.”
The words hung in the air, and each of the two women walking down the hallway interpreted them in an entirely different way. Nicole, who had said them, actually wanted to say, “This is a terrible idea,” but Chastity was the sort of friend who had a way of working on your brain and convincing you to do things that, well...let’s just say you regretted them when you woke up in the morning on someone else’s couch and realized it was twenty minutes before work and you were still wearing last night’s clothes and you didn’t know where your panties were. For example. (It was a source of deepest irony to all of her friends that Chastity’s parents had decided to give her that particular name.)
So twenty-five minutes ago, when Chastity had come up with this plan, it was a terrible idea. And deep down, Nicole was pretty sure it still was. But Chastity had worn down her resistance to the point where she was walking down the hallway with her, getting ready to put this plan into action, and convincing herself that her misgivings were probably nothing...but saying, “I’m not quite sure that this is a good idea,” in the hopes that Chastity would suddenly stop dead and say, “You’re right! This is a plan that’s probably going to blow up in our faces and make someone really miserable! I’m glad I have such a sensible friend!”
Chastity, on the other hand, who had heard them, interpreted them as, “I really want to do this, but I’m the ‘sensible’ friend, so I have to pretend that I’m reluctant so that you can ‘talk me into this’.” About which no more need really be said.
“Oh, come on, Nic, it’ll be great. You’ll love it, I’ll love it, and Paula will love it too...eventually. She just needs to get out a bit, is all. Socialize. Remember what you were like when you first met me?”
Nicole nodded and smiled ruefully. “Oh, what happy days those were.”
Chastity grinned a grin that probably set off danger signals in Nicole’s ‘sensible’ brain cells, but Chastity knew that a little liquor would anesthetize those little trouble-makers. “Come on,” she said. “I’m actually willing to play designated driver for this, which is probably a once in a lifetime occurrence in and of itself, so all you need to do is come with. I’m even buying.”
Nicole sighed. “Alright, but don’t say I didn’t tell you so...” They rounded a corner and came to a cubicle decorated with pictures of cats. A slim young brunette was sitting at her desk, dressed in sensible clothes, gathering up her things and cleaning off her work area for the end of the day. She smiled on seeing the two women approach. “Chastity!” she said. “Thanks so much for giving me a ride home. I don’t know what I would have done without you.”
“Um...” Paula said hesitantly, her hands folded in her lap, seatbelt securely fastened. She pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose. “I think you missed my exit, Chastity.”
“Well,” Chastity said, “I know it sounds kind of silly, but I thought that maybe as long as we were out, we could, you know, maybe stop someplace, have a drink or two...just get to know each other better. I thought it might be fun.”
Paula looked out the window, clearly uncomfortable. “I really should be getting home,” she said. “It’s already close to seven o’clock...”
“Oh, don’t worry!” Chastity said hurriedly. “I totally understand. We won’t be out late.” Nicole, sitting in the back seat, had heard Chastity deliver this speech often enough that she could spot the sinister undertones to it, but Chastity had sworn her to secrecy. “Just a quick drink or two, a little girl talk, and I’ll have you home in a jiffy.”
Paula shifted position in her seat just a bit. “I, um...” she said. “I don’t drink.”
“No problem,” Chastity said. “You can just have some iced tea.”
“It won’t be one of those smoky places, will it?” Paula asked. “Only the smell gets into your clothes and it takes days to get out.”
Chastity shook her head. “No, no. There’s a city ordinance about that now. You won’t have to smell any cigarette smoke. The important thing is that you socialize a little. I mean, we’ve been working in the same building for over a year now, and we barely know the first thing about each other.”
Paula blushed a little. “Oh, there’s not much to tell, really.”
There will be after tonight, Nicole thought as Chastity accelerated down the highway. Really, though, she was beginning to see what Chastity meant. Paula looked as though she’d never had a fun night in her life. Not that she was prissy or anything, she didn’t have a stick up her ass. (Not like Marilyn, from Human Resources, who still gave Chastity dirty looks over the office Christmas party three years ago.)
No, Paula was polite and friendly and very, very quiet. When everyone else talked about their Saturday night on Monday morning, she just listened and smiled. Whenever anyone invited her out for drinks, she just apologized (really sincerely, too, none of that “I have to wash my hair” bullshit) and said she needed to get home. Maybe Chastity was right. Maybe Paula really did need to get out and have a little fun, and maybe it was going to take something like being “kidnapped” while her car was in the shop to loosen the poor girl up a little. A night at the bar wouldn’t be so bad.
Chastity exited the freeway, and Nicole felt that familiar sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach that Chastity tended to induce as she realized exactly where they were headed. Oh, she wasn’t...
She was. They pulled into a parking lot that was already half full, and Nicole looked up at the sign above the door with a sensation of mounting dread. ‘Hunks—A Club For Women’. Chastity had left this bit out in her description of the night’s agenda. Dear God. Nicole understood that Chastity wanted to corrupt Paula, even supported the idea, but did she really have to try to go the entire distance in one night? Any second now, she thought as they got out of the car, Paula was going to pull out her cell phone and call for a taxi.
She didn’t. She looked down at her watch a few times, and finally said to Chastity, “You’re sure we won’t be staying long? Only I really do need to get home...”
Chastity looked her square in the eyes with an expression of pure, sincere goodwill. “Trust me,” she said. “Just a few drinks, and then home.”
They went inside. Nicole waited for the explosion, the “Oh, my God, you said we were just going to a bar!", perhaps even a scream as Paula saw the three stages (“Three stages, all action all the time!") and the men wearing nothing but bikini briefs on said stages...but nothing. Paula just looked around with that same polite smile she had when she listened to other people talk about their Saturday nights.
“Well?” Chastity said over the music, gesturing at the gyrating men. “What do you think?”
“It’s a bit loud,” Paula said, trying to raise her own voice up over ‘7 Boom Medley’. “Might make it a bit difficult to talk.”
Nicole almost giggled. Chastity had her work cut out for her tonight. Girl goes to the first strip club of her life, and her response? ‘Could you tone down the music, I’m trying to have a conversation, here!’ Only more polite.
“You’ll get used to it!” Chastity shouted as they weaved through the growing crowd. She found them a seat up near the stage, and said, “I’ll go get the drinks! You two watch our seats!”
A suspicious impulse made Nicole say, “Actually, I’ll come and help you carry. Will you be alright on your own for a moment, Paula?”
“Oh, sure,” Paula said, reaching into her purse. “I have my sudoku.” Nicole stifled another giggle as they headed to the bar.
Sure enough, all of Nicole’s suspicions were confirmed when they walked up to the bartender. “Hi, I’ll need a Long Island Iced Tea, a Manhattan for the lady next to me, and a diet cola, whatever brand you serve.”
Nicole frowned as the bartender walked down to the other end of the bar and began mixing. “I can’t help but notice that there are two alcoholic drinks in that order,” she said. “Which means that either you’re planning to give your keys to Paula at the end of the night, or...”
“Or?” Chastity’s eyes sparked with mischief.
“Or you’re about to do something fairly mean.” There. She’d said it, it was out in the open, and she couldn’t take it back. She’d actually called Chastity on one of her crazy bullshit stunts instead of going along with it like she always did because Chastity just had a way of making it seem like a good idea at the time. Because the time was now, and this didn’t seem like a good idea.
“Mean? What’s so mean about buying someone a drink?” Chastity was trying to keep that light, innocent, ‘Who, me?’ tone in her voice, but Nicole could hear the underlying defensiveness.
“Paula doesn’t drink,” Nicole said reproachfully. “You heard her.”
Chastity made a dismissive gesture. “Everybody says that, Nic. She just doesn’t feel like she can open up enough yet to admit some of her...bad habits, is all. She doesn’t want us to think less of her. Trust me, she’ll be fine with a few inside her.”
Nicole shook her head. It wasn’t going to be that easy this time. “And what if she doesn’t drink because she’s a recovering alcoholic, or for health reasons? No, Chas. Dragging her to a strip club is one thing, but spiking her drinks, that’s dirty pool. Just order an extra soda, and I’ll make sure the Long Island doesn’t go to waste.”
Chastity put a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Come on, Nic, listen to yourself. ‘She’s a recovering alcoholic’? Look at the girl. Seriously, take a good look at her.” Nicole’s eyes flashed over to the young woman at the table, holding a pencil and staring at a tablet of paper with a look of absent concentration while a nearly-naked man gyrated less than six feet away from her. “You know as well as I do that Paula’s never had a drink in her life.” Nicole opened her mouth to ask how that squared with Chastity’s ‘everybody drinks’ spiel of thirty seconds ago, but Chastity kept going, steamrollering right over her objection before it could begin.
“She’s never done anything fun. Ever. So yes, I want her to have a few drinks, maybe even more than a few, and get a little drunk for the first time in her life and do something just a little stupid with some guy. No harm’s going to come out of that. You’re going to be watching her. I’m going to be watching her, and I’m perfectly sober. We’re going to take care of her and make sure that her first, and quite possibly only night of wild hedonism turns out to be a good experience. And if I wind up having to apologize a little to her tomorrow, I swear I will. But you know I won’t let anything bad happen to her, right?”
“I...” Chastity gave her the puppy-dog eyes. “Well, I know you don’t want anything bad to happen to her...”
“And I promise you that I am fully in control of the situation.” The bartender returned with the drinks. “So is this cool? Are you just going to drink your drink and let her drink hers and let me worry about you two for the rest of the night?”
Nicole sighed. This was definitely a mistake. “All right,” she said.
“Great.” Chastity scooped up two drinks, letting Nicole carry her own Manhattan. “You won’t regret this.”
Me, I’m not worried about, Nicole thought. But you might regret this...and Paula almost certainly will.
Paula looked up as they returned to the table. “One iced tea as ordered,” Chastity said brightly, handing the drink to Paula.
“Oh, they’re big here!” Paula said loudly. Nicole paused for a moment mid-sip, trying desperately not to do a spit-take. Nobody could be so innocent that they said that by accident, could they? But Paula just took her drink and set it down in front of her. If she was kidding, she had a great line in deadpan humor going.
“Yeah,” Chastity said. “This place is known for their iced tea, they do this special herbal stuff. It’s really good.”
Paula took a long swallow. “You’re right,” she said after a moment. “It’s, um, different, but...good.”
Nicole took another drink. She felt like the first mate on the Titanic.
At first, though, it didn’t go so bad. Paula turned out to be a witty conversationalist; she was careful not to actually badmouth anyone, but she did do a brisk trade in discussing the foibles of some of their co-workers and clients. Pretty soon, the three of them were laughing and giggling, and a second Long Island Iced Tea probably didn’t hurt the atmosphere any.
They chatted about bosses, current and former; boyfriends, current, former, and very former (Paula didn’t have much to add to that conversation, but she made a very appreciative audience); about the new crop of TV shows and the movies that they’d all missed, because a night at the movies had gotten so expensive. That led to good-natured grumbling about raises and performance reviews, which led in turn to complaints about Human Resources—Chastity worked in HR, but was the loudest and most vocal in complaining about her own department.
By the fourth Long Island Iced Tea, though, Paula was back to looking at her watch. “Oh, is that the time?” she said, her words just ever so slightly slurred. “I didn’t realize it was getting so late. I really have to get home.”
Chastity patted her on the shoulder. “Why don’t we let Nicole finish her drink first? She probably won’t take long. I’ll go get you another iced tea to drink while we wait.” Nicole knew that was her cue to drink slowly. It really was shameful the way they’d gotten so good at this sort of thing, she mused idly as she took the world’s tiniest sip of her second Manhattan.
“Alright,” Paula said, rubbing her forehead, “but I really can’t be out late. I know it’s Friday night and all, but...” she trailed off vaguely, looking into the bottom of her iced tea with an expression that Nicole knew all too well, one that meant, ‘When the hell did I finish this?’
After a few drinks of her fifth iced tea, she set the glass down, blinking slowly and glassily. “I, um...I feel kind of funny,” she said. “There wasn’t anything in that one, was there?”
Nicole could almost recite this next bit word for word along with Chastity, as her friend said, “You know, they might have accidentally given me a Long Island Iced Tea that time. Tell you what, you give it to Nicole to finish and I’ll go get you another one.”
Paula slid the drink over to Nicole, managing not to tip it over in the process (which Nicole considered rather impressive at this point, given that Paula had no tolerance, not much body mass, hadn’t eaten anything in hours and had been sucking down gin, tequila, vodka and rum like they were real tea.) Chastity got up and headed back towards the bar, and Nicole knew that when Paula next talked about going home, Chastity would mention how Nicole hadn’t finished that Long Island Iced Tea quite yet...evil. The girl was evil.
Paula put her head between her hands for a long moment, and Nicole put her hand on Paula’s arm. “Hey,” she said, “you okay?” Suddenly, all the worries that had been simmering gently under the surface since she’d originally agreed to go on this little girls’ night out boiled up to the surface, as Paula looked up at her with an expression of confusion and misery on her face.
“I’m sorry,” she said with guilt-inducing politeness, “I’m sure I’m not being very good company. I just, I feel dizzy and my stomach hurts and I really, really should be getting home...”
Just then, Chastity sat back down with another tea. Nicole tried to send little signals with her eyebrows that enough was enough, but while she was trying to engage Chastity’s attention, Paula was taking another swig of her drink.
“Better?” Chastity asked, a sly wink in her voice.
“I, um...can we please go now?” Paula said. “I’m afraid I don’t feel very well.”
“Oh, I’ve got just the thing for that!” Chastity said. “I was talking with one of the guys behind the bar, and I asked him how they felt about private performances here.” Oh, no, Nicole thought. Oh, she didn’t. She couldn’t have—“And he said that he could arrange one. And I thought, well, you’ve never been to a place like this before, and really, how could I let you leave without having the full experience?”
Nicole was now making frantic little gestures to Chastity, but the other girl was having none of it. “So I talked to him, and he talked to Georgio, and Georgio remembered seeing you in the crowd, and...”
And sure enough, just when Nicole thought things couldn’t get any worse, there was Georgio walking down the stage towards them wearing just a pair of Speedos and a set of swim goggles dangling around his neck. He looked like he’d just stepped out of the shower, and the way his swimsuit clung to his body made Nicole wonder why her friend hadn’t treated her to the lapdance instead.
Because Paula looked anything but appreciative. When Georgio hopped lightly off the stage next to their table and swung Paula’s chair out away from the table with her still in it, she looked more like she was about to be seriously ill than like she was aroused by his sensuous muscles.
Georgio acted like she was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, though. He said, “Hello, beautiful girl,” in an Italian accent so thick you could spread it on foccacia bread, and carefully stepped so that his feet were on either side of the chair. He practically towered over Paula’s tiny form.
“Just relax and enjoy, Paula,” Chastity said. “You’re not allowed to touch, but you can look as close as you want.” Chastity couldn’t see Paula’s face, it being blocked by Georgio’s truly spectacular ass, but Nicole was at an angle where she could see both Georgio’s butt and Paula’s face, and Paula looked anything but relaxed and joyful. Paula looked like she was about to cry.
“Georgio likes it when you look, beautiful girl.” He flexed his pecs at Paula, slowly thrusting his hips back and forth. It all looked pretty good from where Nicole was sitting, but Paula just looked up at him, overwhelmed.
Nicole grabbed Chastity’s wrist and dragged her close. “OK,” she whispered tightly, “fun’s over. Enough’s enough, time to go.”
“Are you kidding?” Chastity said, her eyes more on Georgio than on Nicole. “We bought a fifteen-minute performance! And afterwards, I was thinking maybe—”
“She is not into it,” Nicole hissed. “She is not into the drinking, she is not into the dancing, she is miserable and she wants to go home. I can tell, you’d be able to tell if you were paying any attention, and why I ever let you talk me into this I have no idea.”
“Oh, come on,” Chastity said, getting a little defensive. “She’s fine. You’re just being—”
Nicole never found out what she was just being, because at that moment, Paula shoved Georgio backwards as hard as she could and ran for the exit, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I have to go,” she said as she left, her words Dopplering behind her to sit like poison in Nicole’s gut.
“What the hell?” Georgio said in a voice that sounded more SoCal than Sicily. “What’s her deal?”
Nicole stood up. “Sorry, she just had a bit too much to drink, she probably thought it was nicer to run out of the room than throw up on you. Chas, take care of the bill. It is time to go.” She headed out after Paula.
She found her by the car, squatting down with her head between her knees. When she heard Nicole’s approach, she looked up, and Nicole was reminded of nothing so much as a half-drowned kitten. “I...I’m really sorry,” she said, and that just turned the poison into acid.
“No, it was our fault.” Chastity’s fault. OK, Nicole could have probably stopped her, but maybe not, and it was better to go along with it and try to rein in Chastity’s crazier ideas than to throw a fit and leave Paula to her tender mercies all alone, right? The justification didn’t make Nicole feel a whole lot better. “We should have listened to you when you said you wanted to go straight home from work. Please, don’t feel bad.”
Paula tried to get to her feet, but instead decided to stick her head between her knees again for a long moment and breathe deeply. “I...I mean, it’s not that I don’t like you, I just...I’m sorry, I don’t do a lot outside of work. It’s nothing against you, I just...” She trailed back off again.
Seeing Chastity come out, Nicole helped Paula to her feet. “It’s OK,” she said. “Come on, we’re taking you home now.”
“Oh, thank you,” Paula said, looking pathetically grateful.
The car ride passed in frosty silence, made even worse by the fact that coming back from the strip club meant that Nicole was now closer to drop off than Paula was. When they pulled up outside of her apartment, Nicole got out on the driver’s side, and tapped on the window to indicate that she wanted to say something. Chastity rolled down the window.
“Take her straight home,” Nicole said without prelude, “and make sure she’s all right before you leave. Or I will find out on Monday morning, and I will rip your small intestine out and festively decorate my cubicle with it. Okay?”
Chastity looked sulky, but nodded. She rolled up the window and drove away. Nicole watched them leave. That was definitely the worst part, she thought. She wouldn’t find out if everything went alright until Monday morning. Nicole hated not knowing what happened next.
But Chastity knew what happened next.
She drove Paula home in awkward silence—a little less chilly now that Nicole was out of the car, but still not fun. Paula just sat there, her eyes all glazed from the liquor, and Chastity was pretty sure she was trying real hard not to hurl all over the inside of Chastity’s car.
Chastity was glad it wasn’t much further to Paula’s place. She pulled into the parking lot of Paula’s apartment complex, and went around the car to help Paula out. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s get you upstairs.”
Paula shook her head, her eyes still a little watery. “Oh, you don’t have to...I, um, I can make it from here, I’ll be fine.”
Chastity gave her a little sheepish smile. “You heard Nicole,” she said. “I don’t want to give that girl any excuse to rip my guts out.” She wasn’t worried about Nicole, though. They’d make up Monday morning, and by Monday night, they’d be ready to hit the bars again together. Probably wouldn’t bring Paula along, though. Poor girl wasn’t ready for anything this exciting, not just yet. At least they hadn’t taken her on ‘Sin Night’. If Paula freaked out that bad at naked guys, she didn’t even want to think how she’d feel about S&M-themed outfits.
When they got to Paula’s apartment, Paula pulled out her keys, unlocked the door, and raced to the bedroom as soon as she got inside without even bothering to close the door all the way. She went into her room, shoving that door mostly closed as well. Bemused, Chastity followed her in. She had, after all, promised to make sure she was all right.
As she approached the bedroom, she heard Paula speaking. “Paula?” Chastity said softly. “You okay in there?”
“...forgive this unworthy slut, Mistress,” was all Chastity heard in reply. “i tried to tell them i needed to return home, but i, i couldn’t tell them about You, this slut knows that her duty is to keep her Mistress’ secrets, please, please, please forgive me...”
Chastity’s eyes widened. The fuck? she thought. What was all this shit? Then she heard the other voice.
“It’s alright, slut,” a woman said, in a sweet, melodious voice. “Mistress understands, Mistress forgives. your duties tonight were not urgent, and you had warned Me that you might be delayed by your car problems. Tell Mistress everything, slut.”
“Oh, thank You, Mistress!” Paula said as Chastity crept closer to the door. She didn’t mean to eavesdrop or anything, but this was...this was seriously weird. That was definitely Paula talking, little goody two-shoes Paula calling herself a slut and sounding like she was having the best sex of her life just from saying ‘thank you’. Chastity leaned up against the wall and listened.
“And they gave me iced tea, but i think...i think there might have been a little alcohol in it, and then they tried to have a man touch me, but i remembered Your mantras. Women’s flesh is the only pleasure, women’s touch is the only joy, women’s form is the only beauty, this woman’s mind is Mistress’ toy.”
“Very good, slut!” Chastity was really beginning to wonder who the other woman was. Paula had never mentioned being gay. Chastity understood not mentioning the kinky S&M lifestyle, but she was kind of annoyed that Paula must have thought Chastity couldn’t handle finding out that she was a lesbian. “Let the mantras continue in the back of your mind, softening it into obedience, and tell me what happened next.”
“Yes, Mistress. The man kept trying to touch me, and i felt ill from his closeness and from the drinks and from knowing i was disobeying by not coming straight home as commanded.” So that was why she kept freaking out about the time, Chastity realized. “i ran out of the building and begged them to take me home.”
“Yes, slut, because you like to beg, don’t you?” Chastity was going nuts wondering what the other woman looked like, what she...well, not what she might be wearing or anything, Chastity wasn’t gay, but just wondering about her. She tried to ease the door open just a crack so she could see.
“Yes, Mistress,” Paula said. Chastity could see her now through the crack. “This slut loves to beg to be controlled, to be conditioned, and i understand that Your conditioning only deepens when i beg and i beg to be conditioned deeper.” She’d stripped naked, and was attaching...some sort of weird harness onto her tits. It had these things that looked like big nipple clips, and Paula was adjusting them to make sure they fit right. Paula didn’t look bad, Chastity had to admit. Definitely a hottie under the dowdy clothes.
‘...the only beauty...’
Whoa. That was weird. Like remembering just a little bit of a song, but you couldn’t get that little bit out of your head or remember where it came from. Something about beauty, though. It’d come to her.
“That’s right, slut. Tell Mistress what happened next.” Chastity still couldn’t see the owner of that mesmerizing voice. She held her breath, and risked pushing the door open just a little further.
“Then they took me home, and i made sure to come straight in and worship at Your Altar.” Paula was putting on a pair of panties, now, and Chastity could see that they had some sort of weird bulges in them. The way Paula was wriggling around in them, it was pretty clear that the bulges just kind of fit into Paula’s holes. Damn. That was actually kind of hot. Definitely the only pleasure.
“And the girls? What happened to them?” That Mistress chick was talking about her and Nicole. Something about the way she sounded when she singled them out for attention made Chastity feel...special, in a weird way. Cherished. It was kind of silly, she was probably really only asking out of idle curiousity, but Chastity felt sure that if she ever met this Mistress, they’d probably get along really well. She pushed the door open a bit more, trying to spot her.
“we dropped Nicole off at her apartment,” Paula said, a new tremor of pleasure in her voice now, “and i left Chastity outside the apartment.”
“Maybe you should see if she’s still out there, slut,” ‘Mistress’ said. “you can introduce Me to her.” That sounded really nice to Chastity. Really nice. Chastity’s hand drifted down between her legs, rubbing herself through her jeans, just thinking about what ‘Mistress’ must be like and realizing distantly that her own touch felt so much better than the boys she’d dated, that a woman’s touch really was the only joy...
When Paula opened the door, it caught Chastity totally by surprise. “Um...” She was uncomfortably aware that her pants were clinging to her thighs and crotch, and that she was looking up at Paula’s body (women’s form is the only beauty) with just a little trickle of drool hanging from the corner of her mouth. “Hi?”
Then Chastity heard that voice from behind her, and her pussy suddenly went from a little damp and slick to soupy and hot. “Hello, my dear,” it said. “I’m so glad you could join us. Come in.”
When Chastity stepped into the bedroom, she was a little confused. There wasn’t actually a bed. There was a pillow and a blanket on the floor in the corner, and a desk on the far wall, but the only other piece of furniture in the room was this big black thing that looked sort of like an entertainment center crossed with an exercise machine. There was a screen on it, and on the screen...
“So you must be chastity!” Mistress’ voice said over the speakers, as her image on the screen smiled. “Please, call me Mistress. I’m sorry I can’t join you in person, but as I’m sure slut paula will explain, this is the next best thing to being there.”
It was weird. The screen was really high quality, but Chastity couldn’t quite make out what Mistress looked like. She was unquestionably beautiful, because women’s form was the only beauty, but every time Chastity looked at the screen to try to figure out the details of Mistress’ appearance, it all just seemed to slide away into this wriggling pattern that felt like it was actually inside her eyeballs.
“Um, hi...” Chastity said, feeling a little confused. “You’re, um, Paula’s girlfriend?”
“Yes,” Mistress said, a wonderful lilt of laughter in her melodic tones, “but I prefer the term ‘owner’. We’re in a committed relationship. she does anything I ask of her, and i give her pleasure in return. You understand.”
“Women’s flesh is the only pleasure,” Chastity said, nodding. Wait, that really didn’t make any...any sense...
“Exactly!” Mistress exclaimed in response, and Chastity’s confusion went away a little. Obviously, Mistress had thought it was the right response, and this woman’s mind was Mistress’ toy. “She’s been helping Me out at your company for the last year or so, embezzling funds and doing her part to loot its assets.”
Chastity looked over at the other girl in confusion. “paula?” she said. “Little meek quiet paula?”
“Well, of course,” Mistress said. “Most good criminals don’t draw attention to themselves, and My girl is a good little criminal, a hot little slut who longs to please her sexy Mistress, isn’t that right, slut?”
“Yes, Mistress,” paula said, and Chastity was surprised to find herself biting her tongue to avoid joining in.
“But...” Chastity wondered for a moment if she’d accidentally managed to drink a few rum-and-cokes over the course of the night. She felt light-headed and tingly and her mind felt all...soft... “But what did You bring me in here for?”
“Well, slut paula has mentioned you on occasion, and I have to admit, having possession of someone in Human Resources would be quite useful. Financial assets aren’t the only assets I want.” Mistress smiled. chastity wasn’t quite sure how she knew, because everything seemed so fuzzy now, like her eyes were half-way shut, but she did. “I wasn’t about to have slut paula risk detection to get you here, but if you’re right outside the bedroom door, well...I consider you a target of opportunity. slut paula? I want her naked now.”
paula nodded, and reached around in front of chastity to unbuckle her belt. Some part of chastity tried to tell her that she could stop the other girl, that she could walk out of the room and go down to her car and just leave, but she kept feeling paula’s warm flesh against her own, and women’s flesh was the only pleasure.
And if she left, she wouldn’t hear Mistress’ voice anymore, wouldn’t see Mistress’ face. chastity couldn’t bear that. Even the moment where her shirt came up over her head and blocked her view of the screen felt far too long for chastity’s tastes.
“Very pretty,” Mistress said, and chastity felt a hot thrill gush through her cunt. “slut paula didn’t exaggerate your attractiveness.”
“Women’s form is the only beauty,” paula responded, and chastity knew that even though she only vocalized a bit of it, the mantra was still going inside paula’s head, never stopping. Just like it was in her head, chastity realized in a rush of bliss.
“It’s a good thing I had you put on the outfit, eh, slut?” Mistress said. chastity heard a tiny buzzing noise from paula’s bra and panties, and saw paula arch her back in pleasure.
“Yes, Mistress!” paula said. “Although i always long to worship at Your Altar, i understand that sometimes i must perform slaveduties around the household, and that the cyber-dildonic outfit allows You direct control of my pleasure wherever i am in the apartment.” she sounded like she was reciting more mantras, repeating deeply held conditioning, and that got chastity so hot. she wished she could be deeply conditioned like paula. Maybe if she begged Mistress...
“I think it’s time to really get into chastity’s head now,” Mistress said. “Bring her over to the Altar, slut.”
paula took chastity by the hand and led her, unresisting and docile, towards the entertainment center/exercise machine/thing. she sat chastity down in the chair in the center of it all. It was perfectly contoured, hugging her body where she sat in an almost obscene fashion. “This is the Altar,” paula said. “This is where you will worship Her.”
“i...” chastity wasn’t quite sure what was going on. Something seemed strange about the whole thing. A few minutes ago, she’d been thinking how weird all this was, and now it all just seemed so...so natural. So right. So perfect.
They’d done something to her, she realized. That voice had done something to her mind. The image on the screen made her pliant and horny and suggestible. she had to fight it, had to—she suddenly realized that while she’d been trying to figure out what was going on, paula had strapped her tightly into the chair, and was busily attaching clips and devices and meters and electrodes and little buzzing things to just about every part of her body.
“Soon, you will learn how to do this yourself,” paula said. “It’s easier without the straps. i’m only putting those on you because it’s your first time. you won’t fight Mistress ever again after this.”
“i...” chastity realized that she’d never even finished the first sentence that she’d started, and she tried to remember what she was going to say this time, but just then, Mistress activated the Altar, and everything went away.
The screen became a thousand times more compelling, the image of Mistress fascinating beyond measure. chastity was aware that this was no longer ‘live’, but she understood perfectly. Mistress was programming her now, and she wanted that so much. Mistress would return to instruct her after the program completed.
chastity just felt her will melt away as Mistress spoke. Every instruction was accompanied by a buzz of pleasure, a tingle of sensation. Devices stimulated her breasts, tickled her toes and the soles of her feet, and the chair itself stroked her back and vibrated against her clit and her ass and just immersed her in a warm, wet world of pleasure as Mistress conditioned her so deeply, so perfectly. Sometimes, she was required to speak, and she did so easily and effortlessly when prompted.
From time to time, she felt slut paula come up to her and pour water into her mouth, but chastity had no idea how far apart the intervals were. Time had lost all meaning in the haze of obedience. Occasionally, her bladder would fill to bursting, then release, but the Altar was designed to get rid of her bodily wastes as well. She could stay in it for as long as Mistress wanted, feeling nothing but pleasure, letting all her programming sink in as she came and came and came...
Finally, after a timeless time, Mistress let her awaken. “Do you understand, slut?” Mistress said, now ‘live’ once more. “Do you understand everything Mistress requires of you?”
“Oh, yes,” chastity said, “Yes, Mistress. Thank You for letting this unworthy slut serve You.”
“Good girl,” Mistress said. “Time for you to get home and get to sleep. you’ve got a busy day at work tomorrow, slut.”
“Yes, Mistress,” chastity responded, and the words felt perfect in her mouth.
“You’re staying home tonight?” Nicole said in stunned amazement. “You? Chastity? Miss ‘One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Floor’?”
Chastity shrugged. “I’ve got some home electronics being delivered, and I don’t want to miss it. Besides, I think I might have been hitting the parties a little bit too hard this weekend. Might be time to live the quiet life for a while.”
That certainly explained why Nicole couldn’t get a hold of Chastity on Saturday or Sunday night. “Well, I’ll admit I never thought I’d see the day,” she said. “But it’s OK. I’m sure I can find something to do.”
“Actually,” Chastity said, “I was hoping you could come over and help give the new entertainment center a workout.” She gave Nicole her best puppy-dog eyes. “Please? It’ll be fun, I promise.”
Nicole rolled her eyes, but she knew she’d be giving in. Chastity just always seemed to have a way of getting Nicole to go along with her. At least this sounded nice and sedate. A quiet night at home, Nicole said, quieting the misgivings that came from a lifetime of finding out the hard way just how rarely Chastity’s ‘plans’ went together with the words ‘quiet night’. After all, what could go wrong?