CHAPTER SIXTEEN #2
“Thank you. Well, it worked. I finished my degree and told them I had changed my mind, hoping they would be reasonable. But no, I just had to marry this fucking trust fund techbro loser. I told them to fuck off. They said they’d cut me off.
I told them to fuck off harder and then moved here.
I’d feel worse about stringing him along for nine months, but honestly fuck that guy, I look at it as nine months that he wasn’t out preying on some other poor girl to be his fucking trad wife. ”
“I can see why the two of you became friends,” Gabe said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Stacy asked when Chloe laughed.
“You both have similar...fire. Energy,” he replied. “It’s a good thing,” he added when she continued staring at him.
“Oh. Well...fine. Anyway, I then struggled for the next few years, and that’s how I met Chloe.
And then, last year, I took a chance on crypto, got insanely lucky, and made a couple million.
That’s why I have this house and why I now pursue my actual passion: helping people who need help.
I’m managing a charity for homeless people now, like an actual one that helps them not fucking starve or freeze to death and gives them a place to live while they get clean or get their life together, have a place to call home while they find and work a job.
I fucking hate how many stupid motherfuckers are like ‘oh just get a job, just stop being homeless!’ like you can actually fucking get a job when you don’t have a home address–”
She stopped, took a breath, let it out. “Sorry, this shit really gets to me.”
“That’s pretty amazing,” Gabe replied.
“What? That it gets to me?”
“No. That you’re doing all this. You became a millionaire on a one-in-a-million shot and could have just fucked off for the rest of your life. But you did that, instead.”
“I told you you’d like her,” Chloe murmured.
“Well...again, thank you. But that’s me. My history. Now I want to discuss my...fetish.”
“I’m all ears.”
“This is going to be very difficult for me to talk about. I am going to have to demand that you make no jokes at my expense, even light ones, because I am incredibly sensitive about this.”
“I understand, Stacy. I will respect you and your wishes.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate that. Fucking no one takes me seriously, I’ve turned into such a goddamned bitch just to be taken seriously.” She took another moment to compose herself. “Okay. This is what I want. I basically want you to blackmail me.”
She stopped speaking and looked at him.
“Interesting,” Gabe said, leaning back and considering it. “It’s kind of like...making you without physically making you.”
“Yes, exactly. That. Precisely.” She glanced briefly at Chloe. “Shit, you were right. He’s on point.”
“Told you.”
“I think I can do this.” He paused. “Okay, I’m pretty sure I can do this. What are the specifics?”
“First, I want to do a trial run. If we did go forward, it would only ever be here.” She paused. “Well...maybe I could try it at your place, but I would need to feel comfortable around your girlfriends.”
“Wives.”
“I…” She looked down at their fingers. “Wait, you’re married?”
“No. Not yet. But we might as well be. Well, some of us. We’re still letting everything settle, but that’s the path we’re on.”
“Okay. That’s-I can respect that. So I’d have to feel comfortable with your wives and just-for the foreseeable future, it would be you coming here.
And probably no more than once a month. I’m not asexual, but I’ve got a pretty low sex drive.
Sometimes it just hits. But so...I’d be, um, resisting a little during, but I wouldn’t want you to force me, physically.
I’d want you to force me just with words. Does that make sense?”
“Yes. I believe I understand.”
“Good. Great. Um...you-did you get tested?”
“Not yet. Well, we have but that was a few months ago and we want to do a big round of testing to be triple sure, and we haven’t done that yet. So I have a few condoms. But if after the testing you’re comfortable going raw, then so are we.”
“We? I-it’s just going to be you and me.”
“Sorry, I meant we as in all the women in my life. I can’t really have sex with another woman without consulting them because it affects–”
“Right. Yeah. Stupid. Sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Do you have any questions?”
“A few. The first one is...so, contextually, things change inside of sex. I understand you don’t want me to give you shit, even lightly, for your fetish, but would you want me to give you shit for the situation in the context of the situation we’re play-acting?”
“I...yes, actually. That’s what I want. I want–” She paused, looked at Chloe, sighed heavily. “God, this is so fucking hard to talk about.”
“I get it, Stacy. Like I really get it. I asked Gabe to spank my bare ass with a paddle and that was just really hard to ask. So trust me, I understand what you’re feeling. You gotta just push through it.”
“It was worth it, I take it?”
“Oh my fucking God yes, it was so worth it. Insane orgasm after. And it’s especially going to be good because of Gabe. He’s really good at this shit.”
“I guess you’d have to be with five wives,” Stacy murmured. “I guess the only way out really is through. All right. I want you to demean me. Humiliate me. Whatever you can think of. Nothing’s off limits.”
“Noted. Do you want to be blackmailed with something specific?”
“For this first time, yes. Money. I know it sounds stupid given my current situation, but it’s what I want for some reason.”
Gabe shrugged. “Fantasy is fantasy. Doesn’t have to match up with real life. Honestly, it’s probably best if it doesn’t. So any specific scenario or should I come up with something?”
“Come up with something. I’m actually decent at acting, so I’ll just improv off you.”
“Perfect. Next question: safe word?”
“Oh, right. Cottage.”
“Cottage. Got it.” He looked at Chloe. “How about you?”
“She wanted me to be nearby for support,” Chloe replied.
“Yeah, but could you go into like the kitchen or something? I don’t want to see or hear you.”
“Wow, Stacy,” Chloe replied, standing up.
“I mean-I’m not trying to-you know what I mean!”
Chloe laughed, heading elsewhere in the house. “I know.”
Stacy sighed and looked back to Gabe. “I don’t know how you put up with her.”
“I heard that!”
She sighed again. “I guess it’s a good thing because it means you’ll put up with me.”
“An extremely important aspect of our dynamic is that Chloe is a brat. And a lot of people have the misconception that brats are aroused by acting like bitches. But that isn’t true. They’re aroused by being disciplined.”
“I…” She paused, her mouth half-open for a long moment. “Oh. That makes so much more sense.”
“Jesus, Stacy, I thought you were supposed to be smart!” Chloe called.
“Oh my God, shut the fuck up! Gabe, can we please start? Also, um, I’m kind of just looking for something kind of simple this session. Make me suck your dick, but I don’t want you to come in me or on me, and then make me fuck you.”
“Got it. You want me to just walk out after or transition into aftercare?”
“Um...let’s play it by ear.”
“Noted. I’ll go get in my car and we can both take a few minutes to get into character.” He stood up. “Once I knock on the front door, we are in the fantasy, and we won’t stop until it’s over or you say so.”
“Understood.”
Gabe headed back out.
This was going to be very interesting.