PART TWO d – The Townhouse

  My timing was good. I had time left for my bath. Well, our bath. Now for after action fun. I had him kneel, face on jogging shoes, and told him now he was allowed to thank me for caring enough to make sure things got better, and to beg for my forgiveness, which now he might just get finally.

  After enough enjoyment, I granted him my forgiveness.

  "No kissing and hugging to make up. I want my holes cleaned, you have a problem with that?"

  He didn't.

  I led him back to the lowest basement for forgiveness time. I got undressed to give him a pile of clothes to kneel on, so he could lick me for a while, and not get sore knees. Let it not be said that I am not nice to him. If I didn't care? I'd let him get bruised knees kneeling on the cement sub basement floor. I obviously care. I got my usual, and even better, bang up licking I was now well used to. When I turned around and knelt over the chair, he catered to my other hole just as well. I no longer had to give any advice on either job, he had them both down pat.

  I had another little thank you session, with the little kisses I enjoyed so much. Then, I had him dress me. Slowly and carefully. I had him kiss the big belt buckle after he redid my belt.

  Stripping naked, and going over my knee with me fully dressed, was as I said, another little humiliation to the ritual. Getting him dressed, while I got my lickings, was another. When I had him get me dressed, it was obvious there was no sex for him. Because this was all for serious, not for fun like usual.

  Again, where is my award for this performance.

  We went back upstairs and I had him run the bath, all as hot as possible, so we could get our shower and it was just able to be gotten into when the shower was over. When I had him in there, before we got started showering, I had him y down on the floor, near the drain. I stood over him, and smiled down and peed on him. Another little humiliation.

  "I was pissed off earlier. Now? I got it out of my system. Its better to be pissed off, than pissed upon. Thank me."

  I got thanked for peeing on him. Then it was time to rinse him off, and I had him service my shower needs. Pampering. All I had to do, was lift each foot when needed. He did everything. I got my now customary foot rub, in the tub. Followed by my leg, neck and shoulders. Then, I got him in with me. I had him start the whirlpool, so we could enjoy the jets in the oversize tub. I had him sitting in front of me, my arms around him. My legs up over his, my feet inside his legs. When we sit like this, he likes to idly rub my legs, and trace my leg muscles. He'll tell me how much he likes my body, and how crazy other men are that they take away points, instead of awarding extra, for having a killer body and being fit.

  That's his word for it, no prompting or suggesting from me. He tells me I have a killer body. I told you, he makes me actually feel gorgeous. When I'm with him and his eyes are on me? I feel like the 8 to 9 he cims I am in his eyes. Not the 5 to 6 the rest of the world gives me. I love it, I eat it up. Its a two way street. I know what he really could be like, if he wasn't disinterested in petty pecking order games he was taught to care less about, and to disregard as childish nonsense. I have my very masculine boyfriend, that I cherish. It's just for me. We share secrets. He's perfect for me. He thinks I'm twice as pretty as everyone else sees me, and I get my masculine boyfriend, even if everyone else doesn't get to see it.

  We both have the same, if even mirror imaged, compulsion we crave. An urge that we crave in our partner. Its all so perfect, its practically unreal. I had my arms around him hugging him to me gently, and I kissed his shoulders and neck once in a while.

  "So. Little boy. I want to know one more thing, and I better get the truth, when I ask it."

  "Yes."

  I dropped the voice, and giggled, kissing his neck.

  "Happy birthday. Did you enjoy the birthday spanking, hmm."

  "What…?"

  "Aw. What did you ask for. Over the knee. What did you ask for, getting it for a real reason. What else. You said the belt after my hand, camping? Was hot. I thought for sure you were going to figure it out, it was everything. You told me having action be a surprise? Made it more fun. You said that you liked the scary ride feeling, wondering if it was real or not."

  "Holy… you mean, the girls were…"

  "In on it? Not at all. That, was an accident. When I came home with my hands full, I pnned on waiting to see if someone would get the door once they saw me. You know what I saw standing there. Christ. It was all just too good to pass up though, once I realized I had the perfect opportunity. How else could I have you actually scared. I just couldn't pass that little gift up."

  "So you know I… didn't…"

  "Honey? I saw your nose buried in your book, and she was looking back, seeing where she could stand to py her little game. Didn't I tell you, what she was going to do? I just knew it. If she isn't the center of attention, she pouts like a little baby. Which is fine in and of itself, but… she sport-fucked an ex of mine once. She puts on a show for any of the other girl's guys they bring around. We're all pissed. One of us was going to snap soon anyways."

  "Oh."

  I kissed his neck again.

  "Rest of your present?"

  "How bad is it going to hurt…"

  "Hmm. Didn't you tell me you wanted a video of me smacking some girl around? You keep your cell phone handy, you're about to get one. They'll be home in a little while. Bars are closing."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah. Now, are you going to… watch it in front of me, ter?"

  "You mean…"

  "Of course. I never saw that, might as well see it."

  "Okay."

  "Hmm. Then, there's the matter of you didn't get taken care of, on account of how you were being punished and all, so you'd believe it and get your scary ride you asked for. So… someone is getting a very sloppy blowjob, followed by ying there and enjoying a mommy ride."

  "So I'm not really in trouble?"

  "No. Fun's over. Well, the really naughty fun's over. The normal fun is coming."

  "Oh."

  "What's oh?"

  "Hmm. The best behavior thing. You… were very convincing."

  "Thank you. Yeah. I seem to be getting better with the speeches, is that it?"

  "Oh. Down pat. I can't believe I can…"

  "What?"

  "I'm sitting, ain't I?"

  "Oh. I sat you down immediately when I was untying you, I thought for sure you'd figure it out then. All the tears, all the marks, none of the damage. I think I have my recipe down perfect."

  "Thank you."

  "I have fun too. Did you see how wet I was, when I finally sat in the chair, and got my licks? Jesus. I think the panties I was wearing, are more wet then the pair stuck in your mouth. Thank you too."

  "You? Are welcome."

  "Hmm. I went all out, for your birthday spanking. Did you like the little extras? Remember, you said getting embarrassed was fun too. I read about that, after you said it. It seems… shame, humiliation, blushing… releases a set of chemicals, simir to love and sex release. Not the same. But, they're reted. So… put a sock in it. Not just a phrase. Humiliating?"

  "Yeah. I can't believe you shoved socks in my mouth. The panties, I liked already."

  "Aw. You should have seen how bad you blushed when I did it. I could barely keep a straight face. There was more. The website I was reading, suggested adding the little things for humiliation in, if they liked it."

  "Like what?"

  "Oh. You, stripped naked. Made to willingly bend over my p? Not just yanked over. You had to ask for it. That was one."

  "Hmm. That was hot…"

  "And… being naked, while I'm fully clothed? That's another one."

  "Again. Very hot."

  "Why thank you. Then dressing you, while I got serviced, another one. No fun for you, all fun for only me."

  "You're getting too good at this. I wonder, if I was ever stupid enough to leave you. When I regretted it one day, which would definitely happen. What would I have to pay, to get this again. I mean, what do guys pay for tonight? It can't be cheap. I don't mean, that…"

  "Shush. I know what you mean, dear. Its very sweet of you. You like it so much, and you admit you'd never find it again. Rich guys pay top dolr for tonight's performance. Thousand dolrs an hour. Minimum. Only some girls will do it, apparently. Then, only some of those, are even any good at it, I guess. So, its expensive. You add in a certain look to the girl you need doing it? The price goes up even more. You would need a tall, strong, fit girl. That's hard to find. That makes it even more expensive. You? Get what only the richest guys can afford, honey. I might not be able to shower you with expensive gifts, which I would like to, if I could. But… you seem to be getting top of the line fun. This is top of the line… entertainment… for when rich guys get bored with the vanil, and want something new."

  "Wow. I'm having millionaire sex. I could brag to millionaires, if it wasn't a secret."

  "It is a secret. But, if you could? Yes. A multi-millionaire? That wanted it from a girl just like me? Would pay more than a thousand an hour, for what you just got for a free birthday present. Because I'm not rich enough to buy you something expensive, like I want to."

  "Thank you. How do you know all this again?"

  I kissed his neck, and bit it and ughed.

  "Accusing me of something you shouldn't? We can take the medium switch down in the basement, you know. We can do the whole chair routine again, every bit of it. Then, get you helpless, for a real switch across your ass. The kind that hasn't been seen or heard of, since 1910."

  "Uh…"

  "Hmm. Someone's heart just skipped a beat. I can feel it in your chest. Shh. You're fine. I knew what you meant. Mommy's just teasing you, that's all. You've been a very good boy. But, to answer your question. Remember, we lost a girl or two the st two years. To the… escort services recruiting female college athletes. They look on the school website team pictures, and email the girls. Propositioning them. I've seen the offers. They start out with a fee split, of a thousand dolrs an hour, and go up if the clients like the performance. We lost one of our best fullbacks. The volleyball team? Has a girl up to something, she's either dealing drugs, which she's not. Or… brand new sports car. Expensive clothes and jewelry and bought a house. All cash. She says rich uncle, but… we're pretty sure its bullshit. Taking the escort offers? Is the only thing that expins it. I'd like to hunt them down and strangle them. Slowly. I miss my fullback. It hurts us."

  "Wow. You get these offers too, I bet. You are cute. You're a tall strong girl. Those leg muscles… mmm. Only thing I'll give those rich perverts, they do have good taste."

  "If you continue to impress me? I'll show you the next one. You can email them yourself and tell them to fuck off. And if you want to hunt the person making the offers down, and beat the ever loving shit out of them? You have my blessing, just don't get caught. I need you here with me, not in a jail cell for a couple years. For doing the world a great public service, such as that? How do you always phrase it? No good deed goes unpunished."

  "Hmm. What can I do for you? Anything you want? Name it."

  "Hmm. Well, for starters? I want my little show, when you watch your video. Not tonight, I want you horny, then watching it."

  "That's it?"

  "Well. I liked giving you the polite suggestions, on how to be behaving extra good, until you were out of the doghouse."

  "Oh, yeah. That was hot. Mommy is going to punish me, for forgetting to do my chores. Or not doing them good enough."

  I started kissing his neck.

  "No backtalk. No sass. Don't you dare interrupt me, or correct me, ever. I'd have fun… warning you, what was going to happen, if it didn't stop. Just a game, when we're alone. I told you a bunch of times. I'm only… dominant? About sex. Outside of sex, I don't even like to order a guy around. But, if it was a fun game… well…"

  I kissed his neck, and bit it gently again.

  "Done. Do, you want me to…"

  "Give me excuses, to sp you and warn you? Give you the speech? Oh, yes. I want to see how hot it gets me. I think it might. Will you py along for my benefit, to see?"

  "Anything."

  "Hmm. Forget something, every day or every other day. I'll be watching, waiting to make sure, you didn't forget our little… talk. I'll keep warning you. You have two weeks, until your birthday. Plenty of time to see if it makes me wet."

  "No problem."

  "Two weeks? Clean bum to mark up. I can start fresh. You… could do something one time too many, you know. Could just happen to be one time too many, right on your birthday."

  "Hmm. Like we're guaranteed to be alone on my birthday. Doesn't fall on a weekend. Which is a pity."

  "Oh. The girls like having you around. And no, not just the sport-fucker. They… cim, apparently, I'm slightly less of an insufferable cunt, I think. I just got complimented st week, on not being cranky one said, before my morning coffee. I asked for an alone day and night, for your birthday. For obvious reasons. If one of us has a guy with a birthday? Its a normal request. Also, for our own birthday, too. So… we'll have privacy."

  "What happens with this… privacy."

  "Oh. I've had it with the missed chores. I've had it with the ckadaisical approach to how you perform them. You were warned, and I'm sick and tired of having to repeat myself. I don't like to repeat myself, and you've made me tell you far too many times. Time for another lesson. The kind of lesson, that starts upstairs, in our bedroom. Then? Ends up with you going down to the basement. For the chair talk. Again. Much longer talk, with the chair needing done a second time, so soon after your first one. And after that? The chair and the hand and the belt didn't work right the first time, so, you were told and now I see that you didn't listen. You thought I was kidding about the switch coming down and getting used. Just like I said it would. You asked for it. You tested me. You think you cried your little eyes out over the belt? Wait until you get the switch used on you properly, after the belt next time."

  I was kissing his shoulder, and biting his neck gently. I felt that his interest meter, which would show me the level of interest? Was up.

  "Py along for the next two weeks while we're alone. Then you'll get another chair talk, and more."

  "You? Are a very bad girl."

  "I'm the worst. I'm rotten. And you? Love it."

  "I do."

  "All right. Let's get done. Mommy wants dried off. You up for that? Do a good job. Then, you can dress me. You can finish, with some… little kisses, if you know what I mean. Just till the girls get here. Then? Don't forget your cell phone, and get your recording. Your mommy riding tops? Comes after. I'll make it good, trust me."

  "No problem. What happens, in reality, if I have to tell you a bad report on…"

  "Oh. No question about it. You'll get another video, of me actually kicking the shit out of her. She's been warned once, politely. She's getting the second warning, being bounced off the walls and rag dolled around. Next time? Well. As you well know. The third time, is the charm."

  "Won't you get in trouble with the coach?"

  "No. I texted him. He can't believe it. After he intervened, because the guy was gone anyways, and its a team mate, and to keep the peace… she gets forgiven over my best judgment. I was nice. He's pissed right now too. This shit is causing problems for the team, and in his own words, he's not the sex police. He has no authority to put a stop to it. But… he suggested a warning, and if she does it again? I could handle it any way I felt like, to put a stop to this shit once and for all. He said, to make an example out of her. That if he can't put a stop to this? He can at least turn a blind eye to one of us that does put a dent in this bullshit. Its going to lose a pyer or two one day, and we can't afford it. Not when we're this close, to finally winning a championship, instead of getting close and missing out again. The team? Is always a bridesmaid, never a bride. College sports writer coined that one."

  "If she dares you, and you do it, she could go to the cops…"

  "Pffft. Did you ever once notice, that the guys, never seem to get in half the trouble regur students get in for the same shit? Its a big university, its a big deal to everyone. The boys in particur, get away with murder. A warning, for a DUI stop. Made to shake hands, for fighting in the bar parking lot and the cops have to come. Please. Spare me. Two starting female athletes? A cat fight over boys? Get real. You do know, that for a big school, sports are big money makers for the schools, right? There's millions of dolrs a year at stake. More if we're winning more."

  "Well, yeah…"

  "The games that are televised, like the football games? The schools rake in money, like its pro football money. Us athletes? Don't see a dime beyond schorship money. The st time it was an issue in the news, was when starting pyers started getting perks, like… starting pyers, get luxury townhouses. You start? You get somewhere better than the dorm to live. Its an incentive to py hard and train hard. The boys were getting it, then the girl's teams asked why it was just the boys. It was asked in the papers, I mean. Now? Here we are. The more money the school makes, the more money the tiny town its in makes. Do the math."

  "She could sue you, and…"

  "First off, I don't have any money to sue me for. Never, never sue poor people. Second? The rule, that is never enforced, but can be… two pyers fighting, in or out of a game, on or off school property… run the risk of both pyers being cut. That? Is the coach's call. Who is… influenced, by the administration. Coach just threatens the possibility of enforcing that rule? Okay. Sue a poor student for nothing. See what that gets you. But… you'll lose your schorship, for nothing gained. You're not pying? Even if you get hurt in a game? You lose the schorship. None of us can afford to be here, without it. Or, the parents would be broke. The best pyers, don't always come from the richest families. No. Shake hands, and quit the shit that started it. Or get essentially kicked out of school. And no other school will touch even a star pyer, that gets cut for disciplinary reasons. They know its rare, and they have to wonder what they were up to all along, to incur the school's wrath. Nope. That's the school's version, of kicked to the curb."

  "Wow."

  "What? It's obvious how it all works, when you sit and notice it, and think logically."

  "Not that, wow."

  "What then?"

  "I was actually scared tonight."

  "Hmm. That was your… scary ride, you wished for. I managed to give it to you."

  "No. Thank you for that, but…"

  "Oh. You were actually scared, of getting hurt? Hmm. What was that? It just popped into my head, and I went with it. I'd say you're not going to sit down for a week, but that's assuming you even have an ass when I'm through with you? I don't know how I come up with this stuff. Gd you enjoyed your scary ride."

  "No, I was scared of that. I was also scared, when you told me I was going to get hurt bad, then you were going to dump me."

  "Hmm. If you decide, you want to have to sleep face down for a couple nights, before you're birthday is here? That, can be arranged. So, if I were you?"

  "Yes…"

  "Bar's closing. They get kicked out a half hour ter. And if I don't have time to get dried off properly? Get dressed slowly like I want? You might get another chair lesson tonight. Get a move on, little boy. I'm getting tired of repeating myself. Move it."

  "I love it when you're forceful."

  "Make me miss this? You'll get more love than you can stand. Last warning. Don't test me."

  He stuck his tongue out at me and winked, as we got up out of the whirlpool bathtub. I tapped the back of my hand across his face gently. I did the face and the voice with my own wink back.

  "Watch the sass. Now get the towel, and do it how you know I like it. Or else."

  I tapped his face with my forehand slightly more forcefully, but nowhere near enough to leave the slightest mark. I hissed at him.

  "I don't speak twice. Towel… and kneel. Start at my feet and work up. Slowly. And don't you dare touch my twat. We don't have time for you to do anything, but pat it dry gently. Watch your mouth, and watch your manners. You wanna sleep face down tonight? I dare you. Do not test me."

  He smiled and knelt down on another towel, and took my foot I presented him with to dry it off. Then the other. Oh, this level of pampering. I'm getting completely spoiled rotten.

  When he was done, I got kneeling and little kisses.

  "Not bad. Could have been better."

  I winked.

  "Dry yourself off, and be quick about it. You're in the doghouse, for the next two weeks. And you know why. Now, you're going to dress me. Nice and slow, like you know I like it. I've been going over this for weeks now. Get it right. One slip up? You know better at this point. Move."

  Oh, Jesus. I sat down on the end of the bed, and I got more kisses, then dressed slowly. Pampered. Like royalty must have gotten back in the day. I didn't have to lift a finger. I really don't deserve this treatment? But I'll take it, and I'll enjoy it. I put the long thin switch next to me seated, and left it there as a "warning", and winked. I made him dress himself. Then, we went downstairs to watch a movie on the couch. The girls would be back soon. I had a surprise for zy whore number three.

  We had time for him to microwave us a snack. I id his head in my p for the movie, and put them in his mouth, after blowing them off. Its almost his birthday, for Christ's sake. I opened my mouth now and again, and got one popped in back. When the three girls were back, you could hear them coming. Drunk people are loud, some of them. They came in hooting and hollering. Lazy whore number three, was louder than even her usual. Pretty sure, the other two bought her a few shots. One smiled at me, and the other winked. They were waiting on this as well. She had put on a show for guys they had over before, too. Well, number two went through it. Number one? Actually never brings a guy back, only the other two do. The joke is, she mates like a cat. You know, they go off… then come back the next morning, tired and haggard but happy.

  They got seats quicker, and she was stuck next to me as I got up to let her sit down.

  "We need to have a talk. You and me. Right now."

  "What about?"

  "Picture's worth a thousand words, they say. A short movie? Must be a million, at least. 30 to 60 pictures a second. Do the math."

  "What…?"

  "Here."

  I handed her the phone. Her face dropped. She thought, obviously, she had made good her escape before I noticed. She now knew she hadn't.

  "Swipe left. Couple more pictures. When you get to the video? I suggest you watch it. Then? We're on the same page. You better watch your tone. I thought I already warned you. Hell, I warned them, too. Didn't I girls?"

  "Sure did."

  "Yep."

  "Right. Let me know when you're done with the movie. Girl talk time."

  Her face dropped. I took my phone back.

  "Now. What the hell do you have to say for yourself. The fuck am I looking at here. I want an expnation. Now."

  All I got was stammering, and uhm, well, you see. Then stuck, the sorry routine. Like a little kid. So I stood up, and stood right in front of her.

  "I thought I warned you. What did I say?"

  "All right… I'm sorry."

  "I don't want sorry. What did I say. Or you too drunk to remember a couple weeks ago."

  "I remember, okay? I said I'm sorry, now can we just…"

  "No! We can't! I told you, what I told those two. Who by the way, never sport-fucked my boyfriend like you did before! Sorry? Didn't get it back then. The only reason sorry cut it, was the guy had already left anyways, and I didn't find out till after the fact. Then? You could have kept that shit to yourself, but oh no. You had to turn it into a sport-fuck, and mention it. Then the only thing saved your ass, was the coach and everyone else, wanted to keep the peace. He was gone anyways. Okay! I let bygones be bygones, and I forgave you. Then? The coach wants his starting front line, in one pce, where…"

  "Yeah, yeah. I know. So coach's pet can keep an eye on me. This is old news, that…"

  I ripped her up from sitting by the scruff of her shirt, and tossed her back down, sticking my finger in her face.

  "The coach? Doesn't call me his pet! He calls me, the adult! Because I don't pull your kind of shit, and he wants someone here, keeping an eye on his front line! You wanted to live here, coach wanted you here, they both wanted you here! I didn't! I had to forgive you again, and I'm the head of household, because I lived here the longest! You know the rules, one adult, or whatever passes for the adult, in every townhouse. That? Is me. So I'm not the coach's pet, I'm the coach's adult! You better watch your mouth right now!"

  I got the muttering under her breath, another couple sorry-s popped up, and it went back to muttering under her breath. Typical drunk's stage whisper. Then one of the other two enjoying the show, had grabbed my cell phone and were sharing the pictures and video, and rolling their eyes and trying to keep a straight face. One went to make that it was time to grab me up, the other made a patting motion. No, wait a second it said. This is getting good. She has this coming.

  "What was that? I didn't catch that. Get the cock out of your mouth, so I can understand you."

  I got a sigh, another me sorry, and the muttering, well… I caught something about her leftovers. Something about, if I was jealous and wanted her leftovers so bad, fine. Fucking whore. That was it. One of the other two was smiling, the other was rolling her eyes and palming her face to hide her amusement. I yanked her up and fired her off the door. She made like she was going to push me, but that wasn't happening. I dribbled her off the steel front door, and rattled the dishes. The other two noticed we were getting cell video, from him.

  "Leftovers?!?! I wouldn't fuck one of your leftovers, if someone paid me! And what kind of drunken whore leaves used condoms ying around for god knows how long? The fuck is wrong with you!"

  She tried pushing me again, which held up against the door isn't going to work. I dribbled her a couple more times off of it, and tossed her across the living room floor. Like a doll. Sober she knows different, and drunk? Her mouth is engaged when she should know better.

  I got the drunk piss-y routine now.

  "He asked me out first! Hell, he asked her out, too! And more than me! You're all head over heels for a goddamn cheerleader? Fine. I said I'm sorry, drop it."

  I grabbed her and tossed her around some more. She thought she was gonna try it back, but, yeah right. Not even sober. When one of these three is getting knocked around, I'm the one that gets moved up to handle it. I knock the girl around that thinks she's hot shit, to keep the front line from getting cow tailed. Its the simple truth, and everyone knows it. You try to be nice to a spoiled cunt. I forgave her for the first sport-fuck. I let her move in.

  Then, you can't say I could have been nicer about it. Polite warning. Alone, so no lost face. Don't try it again, I'm warning you. Then? The fuck do I get for being nice. Now? Take your second far less polite warning, say you're sorry and it won't happen again, and knock it the fuck off, like you should have done for the first warning. But no. Now? I'm gonna get mouth. Like a little kid that thinks no teacher can put their hands on her. Mistake.

  I spped her several times, across the face. No love pats. I smacked the taste right out of her mouth. That, finally got her attention, and brought her to her senses. I grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her bodily over to the front of the couch by her hair.

  "Now! Let's go over this one more time, so the cheap seats can hear! This? Is mine! This? Is my goddamn personal property! You? Had your chance, several of them! Unlike you, I know a good thing when I see it! This? Belongs to me! It's off limits!"

  I dribbled her off the door some more, rattling a few more dishes.

  "Hello?!?! We awake in there! We getting through?!?! Earth to space whore! Come in, space whore!"

  She finally shut her yap. Finally.

  "Now. We're getting somewhere. Last warning. You so much as brush up against him, moving across the kitchen? I'm going to stomp the shit out of you. Try it, I fucking dare you. New house rules, too. You? Are gonna wear some goddamn clothes, when one of us has a guy over. Girls? You ever see this shit like you see on my phone before? Tell the truth…"

  Number two, who does bring guys back home fairly regurly, responded first.

  "Oh yeah. That's her patented shake your ass for date night routine. Pissed me off once or twice before. I let her slide, we were drunk…"

  Number one, as I call her? Might not bring guys home, yet still agreed.

  "Oh yeah. Same here. She does it to me, when we're out. They were just casual fucks, so I let it slide. I'm not happy."

  "You listening?!?! Everyone's tired of your shit! You prance around like that again? In front of mine, or one of theirs? You better knock it off, or I swear to god, I'm going to knock you off. Now then, attention whore. Let's get down to brass tacks, shall we? When, exactly, was the st time you ever once, picked up a goddamn thing around here? Name one time!"

  Another dribble.

  "Exactly. I leave the house for 20 minutes, oops. There goes your clothes. You start shaking your ass like a hooker! One more time, I fucking dare you. And if you ever, talk like I just heard again? Leftovers shit? Same thing. Go stick a cock in it, the next time you got something smart like that to say. Clothes? Stay on. Mouth like I just heard? Shut. And you so much as brush up against him, or one of theirs? One of us, probably me? Are going to knock the shit out of you. Now, you don't like it? You wanna call the coach? Feel free… to use my phone. I already talked to him. You know, you all know? He's tired of this sport-fucking shit. Starts too much trouble. Like now! He? Just can't police your fucking. I don't like it, but as long as it ain't mine or theirs? Have fun. Now get the fuck out of my sight, before I actually lose my cool. You want another girl talk? Bring it up tomorrow, and see if you wanna try this sober…"

  I yanked her up into my face and hissed at her.

  "Please. Now quit trying to fuck our guys, and we never try to fuck yours anyways. Knock it off. Last warning, I swear to god. Now get out of my sight, go sleep it off…"

  I tossed her in the general direction of the kitchen, which should lead her to her bedroom if she has half the brains I give her credit for, which ain't much, but still. She went off, and one of the other two yelled up after her.

  "You really get an itch to pick up? Try throwing used condoms away, you sick fuck! You're gonna catch something off of your sport-fucks! We need you healthy for the season!"

  They were clearly enjoying the show. One gave me two thumbs up, the other said it was 7.3 out of a possible 10. Without talking. She apparently had an app I didn't know about, on her phone. She held her cell up, dispying the number 7.3, like an Olympics judge. I chuckled despite it all. It was, after all, hirious and well timed. This, was zy whore number one. My good, smart kid, as I thought of her. God bless her.

  "Do you think I got through?"

  One said maybe. The other wiggled her hand in a seesaw motion. Then they gave each other a hearty high five. I smiled, and made a cutting motion with my finger across my throat to him. Like a director. Cut. He chuckled and saved the video.

  "Can I have a copy of this? I want it on my phone."

  "Sure."

  "I want a copy too!"

  "Yeah! Me three!"

  "Fine. Show it to whoever you please. Particurly the team. I wasn't kidding. The coach is sick of the girls starting shit over this bullshit. The best part? Sport-fucking, come on. You don't even like the guy, it's just to fuck with your girl. You're asking for trouble, when you don't even like him."

  "She doesn't like any guy, until someone else likes them. Then? Shake her ass time."

  "Hope it works."

  "Come on. Let's leave these two to watch their movie."

  "Good night!"

  "Enjoy the movie…"

  "Thanks girls. Sorry you had to see that."

  They giggled and went to their rooms, which left us alone. Finally.