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For the remainder of
the afternoon, I served and was parked. As the guests began to
depart, they complimented my performance. The vulgar man even said
that Damien was a lucky guy. I wished I would have caught his name,
but I was too afraid to ask.

Even Danica gave me
kudos for doing a good job. She also whispered to me that it would
get easier with time. I hoped she was right. For some reason, I hated
her a lot less. Maybe it was because she had helped me in a way.

When everyone was
gone, Damien made me clean up the living room and kitchen. For as
large of a crowd as it had been, they left the place relatively tidy,
which I was thankful for, considering that my feet were absolutely
killing me. I was never happier when Damien finally allowed me to
take those bloody high heels off and get dressed.

By the time
everything was done, and I was dressed, I was absolutely exhausted. I
dragged myself into the living room and planted myself beside Damien,
who was immersed in a book. It looked as if the party had never even
happened, and for a moment I wondered if I had dreamed it. Then I saw
the red dildo on the coffee table and remembered the soreness between
my legs. It had definitely happened. It had happened, and I think I
might have enjoyed it.

“
I'm
tired,” I groaned.

“
You
should go home and get some rest then,” he replied plainly.

Go home? That was
it? No thanks for being such a good sport about everything? No
appreciation for not flaking when he sprang the masturbation thing on
me?

“
Did
I do alright?” I asked, trying to get some reaction out of him,
some praise.

He glanced at me.
“I'm not punishing you, am I?”

“
No.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes before I spoke again, “I
wasn't expecting to have to masturbate in front of all of those
people.”

“
You
did a really good job. I think everyone enjoyed your performance.”

“
Warn
me next time, will you? When you said I would have to demonstrate
obedience, that wasn't what I had in mind.”

“
What
did you have in mind?” Damien gave me a quizzical look.

“
I
thought you were just going to make me demonstrate my submissive
positions.”

“
Well,
that wasn't the case, obviously.”

“
Are
you alright?”

“
Yeah.
I'm just tired is all. Entertaining always wears me out.”

But you didn't do
anything. You just sat there and made me serve everybody and let
everyone do inappropriate things to me.
That
last part stung. I still felt like I had been shared. Other people
had their hands on me, and what was worse was I actually liked it.
Was this what our relationship was going to be like? Would it be okay
for everyone else to touch me as long as Damien was around to
supervise? Maybe I should invite Colton to one of these parties. That
thought made me feel even guiltier, but I couldn't suppress it. What
was the difference, really? His friends. My friends. If he was going
to allow other people to touch me, then shouldn't I have a say in who
it was too.

I could feel myself
breaking down inside. The emotional walls were crumbling, and it was
only a matter of time before the tears followed. Why was I so upset?
I didn't know. Perhaps the party had been too much stimulation, more
than I was actually prepared for despite all the practicing and
psyching myself out.

“
I
think I'm going to head on home,” I told Damien, standing to
take my leave.

He nodded and walked
me to the door, opening it as if he was letting out his final guest.
I turned to him, fighting back tears, hoping to catch some semblance
of remorse, though it was a stupid thing to wish for. To my surprise,
he embraced me, pulling me close, closer than I could ever remember
him holding me before. It was desperately close, crushingly close,
comfortingly close.

“
Thank
you, for everything you've done today,” he whispered into my
hair. “It really meant a lot to me. And I'm so proud of you.
Proud of the way you acted. Proud that you belong to me.”

When he finally
pulled away, I could see the sincerity in his eyes. And suddenly,
everything was okay again.

THE TRUTH

The next day,
normality returned to my life. I went to school, and everything
seemed to be going smoothly until I ran into Colton Caldwell in Music
Appreciation. It wasn't like I had forgotten about his existence, or
the feelings he caused, but it was easier to ignore them when he
wasn't staring me dead in the face.

I groaned internally
as he smiled at me, the charm of it sending the butterflies in my
stomach into a drunken confused stupor. Why did he have to be so cute
and kind and perfect? Part of me hated myself for wanting him, but
the other part blamed Damien for it.

As soon as class was
over, Colton was flanking my side and asking if I wanted to hang out
after school. I made up a lame excuse about being busy and then
quickly walked away. The best thing I could do for my relationship
with Damien was to ignore Colton.

He was persistent
though. On Tuesday, I told him I didn't feel well. On Wednesday, I
said I was going to my mother's place. On Thursday, I was visiting my
aunt. By the time Friday came around, I figured he would have given
up. That wasn't the case though. When I tried to rush out of class
the second that it was over, he caught me by the arm, frowning.

“
You're
avoiding me, aren't you?” he asked.

I sighed. “No.
. . Yes.”

“
Why?”

“
Damien
doesn't want us hanging out together.”

“
That's
a bit overbearing, don't you think?”

“
Not
in the context of our relationship.”

“
What's
that supposed to mean?”

“
Listen,
I don't have time to explain. I need to get to my next class.”

“
Then
maybe you should hang out with me after school to explain.”

“
I
just told you that I can't.” I gave him a desperate look,
hoping he'd give up.

“
Then
you're going to have to tell me now, because I'm not going anywhere
until you do.”

I thought about
yelling at him, about telling him that I didn't like him. But that
would be hurtful, and it wasn't true. In honesty, I'd like to have
him as a friend. He was a nice guy, and I had a shortage of good
friends.

“
I'll
meet you at the library after school,” I said finally, pushing
past him. Thankfully, he didn't follow.

By the time school
was over, my stomach was a knot of nerves. I didn't know how I was
going to explain my relationship with Damien to Colton, or if I
should even try. It wasn't any of his business anyway. Still, I felt
like I owed him an explanation for my rude behavior.

When I got to the
library, Colton was waiting at a table with his face buried in a
book. He smiled when our eyes met, standing up to greet me.

“
Are you ready
to go?” he asked.

“
Go where?”

“
Wherever you
want. It's Friday night. We should go have fun. Maybe meet up with
Tanya and Bone Head.”

I giggled. Would it
still be forbidden to hang out together if Tanya was there too? It
would be devious to skirt around Damien's rule, but it was Friday
night, and I did want to do something besides go home and be bored.

“
Let me see
what she's up to,” I said, pulling out my phone to text Tanya.

She responded back
almost immediately, informing me that she and Vinny were going out to
eat. When I asked if Colton and I could tag along, she quickly
agreed, adding a winking smiley face to the end of her text.

We took separate
cars and met up with Tanya and Vinny in the restaurant parking lot
before going inside. Vinny greeted Colton as if they were best
buddies, giving him some weird bro-hug, while Tanya made a comment
about how Colton and I looked cute together. That explained the wink
in her text message. She obviously thought something was going on
between us. Why else would I show up with him?

Once we were seated,
we talked about our classes and our professors and what we did over
Christmas vacation. Then things took a more personal turn when Tanya
asked about Damien.

“
We're still
together,” I informed her.

“
Seems like
he's not cracking that whip too hard if you're spending time with
Colt here,” Vinny said, giving Colton a wink.

“
I'd rather
not talk about that,” I grumbled uncomfortably.

“
So when are
we going to see this illusive professor? I heard he got fired for
banging some chick in his classroom.”

“
That chick he
was banging was me,” I said defensively, then instantly felt
embarrassed.

Everyone looked
shocked.

“
Oh. So it was
true then?”

I nodded.

“
Now that he's
not teaching at the school anymore, you should bring him out once in
a while,” Tanya said. “I'd like to see how he's doing.
It's a shame they fired him over that. He's a really good professor.
A bit strict at times, but good.”

“
I thought he
was boring,” Vinny said.

“
You think
every professor is boring.” Tanya rolled her eyes.

“
Not Professor
Winslow. She's a hottie.”

The disgust on
Tanya's face was apparent. “I need to go to the bathroom. Chey,
come with me.”

I was more than
happy to leave the two boys alone. To be honest, I hated talking
about Damien. It was always awkward, and today it was even worse
because Colton was around.

The bathroom was
mercifully empty, which gave Tanya and I a chance to talk between
stalls.

“
So, there's
absolutely nothing going on between you and Colton?” she asked.

“
Nope. We're
just friends. I mean, he's cute and all, but I have Damien.”

“
How are
things
really
going with him?”
her tone made it clear she suspected something was up.

I sighed, “Being
with him isn't always easy. I mean, he's great in bed and all, but he
just lacks something emotionally.”

By that time, we had
finished our business and were standing by the door. There was still
so much I wanted to say. I felt desperate to spew everything out, but
I knew we had to get back to the boys.

“
You know,
relationships aren't all about sex,” Tanya told me. “In
the beginning, when you said that you and Damien had gotten together,
I was really excited for you. But then I started thinking about you
as individuals. I don't know Damien on a personal level, like you do,
but I did take his class for the entire semester, so I did get to see
a little of what he's like. From what I did see, you guys are
complete opposites. He's not the type of guy I can picture you with
long term. He's just . . . too serious and stuffy.

“
Now, I'm not
trying to break you guys up or anything, but Colton obviously likes
you. I mean, he keeps looking at you.

“
Vinny says
he's a real good guy. He studies hard, has good grades, played lots
of sports in high school. Not to mention he's cute and around your
age. I mean, if I wasn't with Vinny, I'd tap that.

“
I think the
two of you look good together. If things aren't going well with
Damien, then maybe you should part ways. It's not like it would be a
dramatic breakup or anything. Now that he doesn't teach at our
school, you never see the guy.

“
Besides,
don't you want a normal love life? I know Damien is ridiculously
good-looking, and maybe Colton isn't as good of a catch, but doesn't
it make more sense to be with the guy you have more in common with,
who is around your age, and who is already integrated with your group
of friends. Just saying.”