Chapter 16
Jessica
It was Tuesday night, and Jessica’s feet were up with Misty on her lap.
She was feeling positively vindicated. Her STD test results had just come in on her phone.
She was negative for any and all STDs, including chlamydia.
After school on Monday, she’d chaperoned another girls’ volleyball playoff game with her new friend, KC, and then hustled over to the clinic for an STD test. They said she’d get the results by the end of the week, but she hadn’t expected them so soon.
She knew she’d be negative. She had none of the symptoms. Oh, how she wanted to rub the cazadora’s face in it and give her a piece of her mind.
But that only made Jessica feel worse. Jessica had been the ho, looking for and accepting the cazadora’s many invitations for romps in one of the private rooms at Dominique’s.
That was way back when she and Marta had just broken up as play partners.
The cazadora had a heavy hand when it came to impact.
She was rough with Jessica’s body and would cum first every time, but made sure Jessica got a release, too.
Jessica had stars in her eyes and had been blinded by the narcissistic womanizing qualities, mistaking them for more than they were.
But as far as the STD thing, Jessica was appalled at herself.
She knew the test would come back negative, but she’d been so lax on safe sex practices with the women she played with at the dungeon.
Marta, on the other hand, had been incredibly responsible about that sort of thing.
A warm feeling spread through her chest. She liked reconnecting with Marta and meeting her friends.
The group of littles at the party had been like a breath of fresh air.
Even Kari, who seemed a bit bothered by all that youthful energy, laughed at their antics.
Pammy still wore the cleaver stuck in her back, delighting many of the partygoers.
The party itself was the first time she’d felt welcomed in Denton Heights since moving there.
Well, no, Shanice’s prosthetic reveal event had been the start of that feeling.
And four long days from now, she was going to have brunch at Rocco’s diner near the highway.
She loved diners. Comfort food, bad coffee, interesting people.
Jessica took a sip of her black cherry Tyttle Fizzle.
She’d bought a twelve-pack on the way home from the clinic yesterday.
She’d had a couple at the party, and it was a way to help her remain connected to the feeling she had there.
And, speaking of connections, she needed to check in on her Sapphic D/s group.
She’d let in a new person recently, and she had to check and make sure the person wasn’t a creep.
And there was also a certain Daddy Vic she wanted to check in on, too. Maybe there’d be a message from her.
She opened the Kinks app on her tablet, and her heart fell. No messages. Not one from Daddy Vic or anyone. Okay, not the end of the world.
The end of the world came when she opened the Sapphic D/s group page.
“What the fuck?” Jessica sat upright so quickly that Misty leaped off and looked back at her as if to say, “WTF, right back at you, Mom.”
A quick glance told her Misty was okay. She, on the other hand, was not. She re-read the responses in the Gender topic. First of all, freakin’ lesbo_submisso was getting on her last nerve. That woman needed to get a fucking clue.
“And Yes_Ma’am, you are majorly overstepping. Daddy Vic clearly said her friend was the transgender guy, not her. Idiot. And you are clearly as thirsty as a camel with an empty hump. Oh, my Go-od!” Jessica groaned the last word, making it two syllables.
She looked over at Misty, fuming. “And did you see this? ‘I sent you a private message, Sir.’ What the everloving fuck?”
There were no more responses after that. Maybe this thirsty Yes_Ma’am person and Daddy Vic were direct-messaging each other right now, back and forth, satisfying their thirst together.
“What are you wearing?” Jessica mocked and closed her tablet.
She stood up and paced the room. “You have to be quick around here. The good ones get snapped up fast.” She growled and went into the kitchen in search of snacks.
Instead, she slapped the snack cupboard door a few times.
“I didn’t want an online relationship, anyway.
” It wasn’t sour grapes; it was simply the truth.
She stood in the kitchen, slippers on her feet, a robe wrapped around her, and fumed.
“Fine. Whatever. Not my concern.” She wanted to toss that obvious opportunist, Yes_Ma’am, out of the group for being so thirsty.
“And for getting in my way with Daddy Vic.” But there was no future with Daddy Vic anyway.
“Why did I even start this group in the first place?”
She found her feet moving back to the couch.
Misty watched her cautiously from the floor, obviously not sure if her human mom had lost her mind.
Jessica calmly sat down and opened her tablet again.
She perused every single last one of the topic posts to see what Yes_Ma’am had contributed and, sure enough, she’d made some kind of fawning or suggestive comment underneath practically everything Daddy Vic had shared.
That alone wasn’t really enough to toss her out of the group, but God, she wanted to.
Was a quick message to Daddy Vic in order? Should she ask if she was okay with the attention Yes_Ma’am was giving her?
“Oh, you na?ve and pitiful, little girl,” Jessica said, scolding herself. “Of course, she’s okay with all that fawning attention. Who wouldn’t be? Stroke the ego and soon other things are getting stroked.”
Jessica closed her eyes, took a breath, and made a decision.
She knew herself. She would spend every waking moment looking for evidence that Yes_Ma’am and Daddy Vic had hooked up.
And if they came back in the group as a couple, it would do Jessica in.
She couldn’t bear to witness a version of Daddy Vic she’d begun to paint in her mind fall prey to reality.
Dommes were attention whores, weren’t they?
“Well, you apparently got what you came into the group to find, Daddy Vic. Best wishes. Buh-bye.”
Jessica looked at Misty one more time. “I’m not deleting the whole group, just taking a break from it.”
She clicked the message icon and messaged Lisa.
Juicy_Babe: Hey, Lisa. I’m taking a short break from the group.
School’s getting overwhelming with my lit magazine project, chaperoning, and all that.
I’m putting you in charge, okay? If you’re okay with this, I’ll give you full admin rights.
Jury’s still out on the new person, Yes_Ma’am.
You can toss her if it gets weirder. I know you’ll ask how long I’ll be away.
I don’t know. Minimum of a week, I think.
Today’s Tuesday, so maybe I’ll be back sometime next Tuesday evening?
You know how teachers like deadlines. LOL.
She sent the message and stared at the blank television. She was in no mood for that. Her nerves were frayed. She was deeply disappointed that her friendship with Daddy Vic had been kind of compromised. Yeah, she’d gone and convinced herself that Daddy Vic was different.
“They’re all the same.” A deep sadness filled her chest. She’d cry later.
The message window was still open. Lisa had responded.
“Damn,” she muttered. She’d been hoping to ride into the sunset alone. But she couldn’t ignore her friend.
Rachels_Toy: Please call me.
Lisa listed her phone number in the next message.
Jessica clunked her head back on the soft couch and blew out a sigh. This is not what she wanted. But she picked up her phone anyway and tapped in the digits.
“I saw the posts,” Lisa said without even saying hello. She had the cutest southern accent. “That Yes_Ma’am chick is going to get my boot right up her ass.”
Jessica heard laughter in the background. That must be Lisa’s Domme, Rachel.
“Hi, Lisa,” Jessica said. “Nice to meet you.”
“You sound so cute,” Lisa said. “You are cute, I know you are. And I know something else, too.”
“What’s that?”
“You like Daddy Vic. It’s obvious. Has she been respectful to you?”
What an odd question. “Yes, of course. That’s not it.”
“Ahh,” Lisa said. “So, you’re taking a break because you think maybe she went for that ridiculous act of Yes_Ma’am’s?”
“Am I that transparent?”
“No. But I know you. You and Daddy Vic both seem to be intelligent people. You communicate clearly and are both very thoughtful with what you say. I just need you to be careful, that’s all. Keep an eye open for red or even pink flags.”
Again, that was another odd thing to say. “I always am.” Which is not always true. “I just have to take a break for a bit.”
“I understand,” Lisa said. “You know that I’m going to be here for you. I’ll do that admin stuff. I admin my own writing group on Kinks anyway, so I know the drill.”
“I appreciate that,” Jessica said. “And I’m not going to text asking if they’re together or anything like that.”
“Good,” a voice said in the background. The voice got louder. Lisa must have handed Rachel the phone. “Jessica, you need that break. Bury yourself in your work for a week. It will be the equivalent of sleeping on a problem. Does that make sense?”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
“Or, perhaps you could message Daddy Vic directly and ask her.”
Jessica was silent on her end for a moment. “No. Her private life is none of my business, right? She would know to reach out to me if this had been a problem, and she didn’t.”
“Got it,” Rachel said. “So, take that break. Breathe. Exercise. Drink water.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” Jessica said, meaning it. She couldn’t help using the honorific. Rachel was clearly a Domme, and it was exactly the kind of energy she needed at the moment.