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Lola - On the evening of Tuesday, the 27th Justine leaves the dinner as elegantly as she arrives. Another big tip makes me blush as I’m cashing out her check. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it, but it seems too much. I’ll have to talk to her about that as I have difficulty hiding my money. I’m busy cleaning up our mess when I hear a mom call her child Nathan, and the flood of emotions comes back to me. My phone rings, thinking of the devil himself. I still have a minute on break, so I will go ahead and answer. “Hey, babe. Boss is having us do some overtime,” Nathan sounds exasperated, trying to explain. “So, no date night again. Why am I not surprised?” I say sarcastically. “Hey! I can’t help it when it’s work,” Nathan retorts bitterly. I hear Daniel in the background laughing, and I scoff at his intrusiveness. That prick can never keep his nose out of our business. Yet another reason not to like him. “Fine! See you whenever,” I say in a huff hanging up. I don’t want to get t
Two more geisha servers come in. They’re holding trays of assorted sashimi, sushi, and rolls and kneeling to each side of us. The entertainment geishas return too but are dressed differently in thinner kimonos draped off their shoulders. Each bow gracefully, kneeling before the table, and remove their robes. To say I’m shocked again is an understatement. Both ladies are beautiful in their nude displays. Flawless even. They sit on the floor side by side, lay head to foot, and move into each other. There are painted decorations on their bodies, and once they are close enough, they form a yin-yang. The other two servers begin setting a beautiful scene, starting with banana leaves and large flower petals covering certain bits of the girl’s naked body. They then arrange the sushi in intricate patterns. Again, I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene; it’s so erotic. I would be too shy to lay there myself, but the thought is tempting. They conclude the prep by placing new chopsticks perfe
Lola - Late Evening on Tuesday, the 27th On the ride home, Justine asks me many questions, but I happily give her the answers. Most are about school, and a few about my family. The drive needed to be longer as we ran out of time—Damien parks outside my building and, like a gentleman, gets out to wait at my door. “I hope you had an enjoyable time. I know I did,” Justine takes my hand in hers. “And thank you for not running away.” I did think about it. But in the end, I was too enraptured by everything, especially Justine. I’ve never known anyone like her or Damien before. “Why would I run away from you,” I ask rhetorically. “I mean it, Lola. Thank you for staying,” she says thoughtfully. Justine even seems to be crying a little. She looks vulnerable, and I know that feeling. But how can a woman with her confidence be faltering right now? “No one has ever enjoyed that with me,” Justine admits. “Not like you did.” “Damien looked plenty at ease,” I grin. Remembering how easy it wa
“Stop it, Nathan. You’re hurting me, and you’re drunk,” I say, trying to get free. Nathan handles me so hard that the pain radiates to my wrist, and I must keep from wincing. Ignoring what I said and he pulls me closer, fondling my breast. I’m still trying to get away, but he holds me tighter as his hands are unrelenting, squeezing anything he can touch. “Why are you here, Nathan?” I ask, frustrated already. “I thought you broke up with me for canceling again,” he chides. “Then why did you come over if I broke up with you?” pushing his hands away. “To makeup, of course,” he says, sloppily kissing my neck. Nathan again starts pawing at me, trying to get into my robe, and manages to untie it. Pulling it open, he becomes more brutish with my breast, breathing heavily on my nape. “Nathan, stop. You’re hurting me,” I pull away, but he stops me. “Fine, but where were you, Lola?” he kisses me more gently and loosens his hold. “I went out, and my phone died. Sorry,” I did not mean for
Lola - On the early morning of Wednesday the 28th I hear water running when I wake up and know Nathan is showering. I don’t want to join and get up to start some coffee instead. Dirty dishes fill the sink, and I need to wash them. I scoff, it’s too early, and I’m not bothering to make breakfast. Finishing our mugs, I take a sip of mine. I’m finally awake and remember why I’m still conflicted. I can’t believe I almost messed up yesterday. My stomach tightens, hearing the bathroom door open. Glancing over my shoulder, Nathan comes in wearing boxers and a shirt. He looks handsome, being clean-shaven for once. But I can’t appreciate that. I’m also upset about how he treats me. “There’s my girl,” Nathan hugs me from behind. While he kisses me, he takes his hand up my shirt to my breast and rubs his semi-erection on my ass. I feel sexualized and pull away, not in the mood for this first thing. “Coffee?” I ask, pointing to his cup. “Yes, please, I’m fucking hungover,” Nathan admits, an
“I’m supposed to ask? Tell me how when you’re so frigid about sex,” Nathan rants. “You don’t even like to give head.” How can he say I’m uptight with sex; I enjoy it when it’s done right. But Nathan practically date-rapes me every night and hurts me outside the bedroom. And now he’s saying I’m not good enough. I finally realize I can do better and am done with him and all the abuse. “Screw you, Nathan! And get the fuck out,” I finally yell, breaking his speech. “No, I’m not leaving. Now get your ass over here,” he moves to me. I scramble around the coffee table. Nathan grabs me in a bear hug, trying to hold me, but I push him away. He repulses me enough that I shiver from the attempt and gag. “Get off! You disgust me,” I say with a weak slap to his face. “Don’t fucking do that!” he demands, roughly grabbing my arm. I feel something straining while he holds me in place. I try to pull away, making the pain intensify. I can only hit his chest with my free hand to no avail. “Let me
Nathan - Mid-Morning of Wednesday the 28th Seeing Lola’s tears and hearing her pitiful whimpers have aggravated me. I haven’t had to beat her this bad, but she needed it. Now huddled in the corner, she's rocking herself. Stupid bitch should’ve just listened and done as I told her, then none of this would’ve happened. But no, she had to go and make me angry, like she always does. I grit my teeth and leave her there on the floor. Stomping downstairs, my heart still races as I dig out my keys. Speeding down the road in my truck, my knuckles are white because I'm gripping the wheel tightly. My right hand even aches from hitting the wall. Why the fuck did she have to go snooping? Whatever possessed Lola to be like that and kick me out, This shit, it’s not over. I will get her to forgive me. I pull out my phone to start my fake groveling. 8:10 AM – Lola, I didn’t mean any of this or to make you cry. I’ll never do it again, baby. I love you. I’m still glaring at the screen stuck in traf
It wasn’t this bad last time, but that doesn’t matter; Lola will get over it. We’ve both had some time to cool off, and I can swing by later to say I’m sorry. Lola will take me back again. The last time she caught me with an ex-girlfriend, it took me a day to get back in. That bitch wasn’t worth the headache. After signing off on a supply order, I have a free moment and pull out my phone. There’s no reply from Lola yet. Pissed off, I sent her yet another message. 3:57 PM – I will be coming over later. You better be calmer this time. I’m sweating my ass off, hammering two-by-fours, trying to clear my head. It’s nearly time to knock off, but I still haven’t received an answer from my girl, so I’m texting her again. 5:38 PM – Make dinner. Be there soon, babe. I’m sitting in my truck at six o’clock and about to leave when Daniel rushes over. He looks happier than I do, getting into my vehicle, and his mood bothers me. “Hey, bro. Are we going to the bar?” he asks like always. “Later
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Now that my dress is in a crumpled heap at my feet, Justine’s hands graze every inch of my exposed flesh taking off my bra and underwear. She electrifies her touch with light scratches and nibbles. The sensation makes me purr wildly. “It’s my turn to get you naked,” I grin and attack her with my hands and mouth. I unzip Justine’s dress working it off her shoulders. When I kiss her skin, it ripples with bumps, and the garment falls to the floor. She’s wearing matching black lace lingerie, but I can’t be bothered to appreciate it. On a mission, I reach between Justine’s supple mounds, undoing the single clasp and freeing her perfect breast. She discards the lace as I drive my mouth to her pink nipple. I flick it with my tongue, making her moan. I bite my way across Justine’s chest while working my hands into her waistband, slowly inching her underwear off. She grunts my name when they hit the floor. I step back to admire Justine’s beauty, and we stare at each other’s nakedness. Soon
Lola - on the evening of Monday, the 31st Nervously watching out the window, Justine shows up shortly after the police leave. Damien talks with a Guard I haven’t met yet, while she makes her way to me in the office. She bursts into the office to find me. “Lola, sweetheart, are you all right?” she takes my face in her warm hands. “Yes, I’m fine. Can we go?” I ask sheepishly, looking away from her. I feel embarrassed that this was my first day back, and it was a mess—no doubt they won’t let me work again. I’m sure it will make Justine and Damien happy when I agree that this was a mistake. “Of course, Lola, let’s take you home,” Justine says with a kiss on my cheek. “Wow, home. I haven’t been there in a while,” I whisper, hoping she doesn’t overhear. Justine’s wide smile confirms she did, and she pecks me again. She has been taking such good care of me that I forgot about my apartment. There isn’t much there, but it is my home. Everything I am sits inside those walls, but my heart
Lola - On the morning of Monday the 31st In the morning, I’m woken up by Justine trying to convince me not to go to work. Her mouth is latched onto a nipple while she stimulates my clit with her fingers. Purring through the ecstasy, I plead for mercy. Damien is no help, instead demanding I stay still while Justine negotiates. She is talented in her argument, bringing up good points with her tongue. She even consults with Damien to hammer out the final bargain. “It’s time for payback,” I moan through an orgasm. “Does that mean you are staying home?” she asks through kisses. “No, but you can try and persuade me again,” biting into her breast. After our exhausting bedroom tussle, I take a solo shower to prepare for the day. Justine and Damien don’t like the idea but are letting me go back to work. I haven’t had to do anything for over a month and need some normalcy to my routine. When I get out, I find my work uniform laundered and ready for me on the bed. I gasped, seeing it so re
Lola - on Sunday the 30th These three weeks at the Villa have been fantastic despite the reason for being here. Gio even let me cook last night. I had to be extra convincing, though, reminding him he let Damien cook. “So a Guard gets to defile your kitchen, but I can’t?” I pout, being sarcastic. “You, Miss Lola, are asking for it,” Gio shakes his head. “Yes, I am. I’m asking to cook.” Grinning, Gio smacked my behind for being a brat. But I won in the end. I made Carne Guisada meat pies with charro beans, rice, and bacon-wrapped chorizo-stuffed jalapenos. And a Flan for dessert. I am famous for this meal, and Gio listened intently while I shared my recipe. I even showed him a technique for not using toothpicks on the bacon. I’m sure he knows how to do this himself but still humored me, even taking notes. “This looks like an excellent comfort food addition to my menu.” “Your Welcome, Gio,” I wink, “And thanks for letting me cook,” I say, nibbling on a jalapeno popper. Everyone e
Lola gets a smack to her ass from Damien, making her squeal. She moves away after another light kiss, and I straighten myself. “I said no touching, Lola,” Damien’s shaking his head, holding out the chopsticks again. “To be fair, sir, I couldn’t resist and can’t say it won’t happen again,” she teases, earning her another smack. “I will tie you to the chair and feed you myself if you do it again,” he promises her with a kiss. The room giggles at her crimson blush. Starring at me, I know she wants to misbehave just to get the lovely torture. I slowly shook my head no at her. She pouts, sitting down, taking the chopsticks, and eating another piece from my thigh. “If I have to behave, then so do all of you,” she says, pointing to each of them. “Anything for you, Lola,” Gio responds before Markum and Damien can protest. She smiles, wiggling in her chair. Damien’s devilish grin has me giddy lying here. Hovering over me, he scoops up a piece of sashimi, saying it’s delicious. Markum and
Justine - On Saturday the 22nd Another week passes with Damien being a slave to us. Not once has he faltered, showering us in his comforting embrace. No more sulking as he watches us sleep, and he doesn’t leave in the early morning. Lola’s better now for it, no longer having nightmares or panic attacks. She hasn’t needed a sedative since her stand on the matter. Her bruises are fading but can still be covered with make-up or scarves. Damien removes them every chance he gets to kiss her nape apologetically. I think it’s the only reason Lola wears them. And Damien falls for it every time. I love him more now that I see his relationship with Lola. Damien’s perfect for her; she loves him too. Even if she hasn’t said it, I see it. We have that in common. Regardless of how we handle emotional stress. Lola is resuming her training and insisting that Markum and Damien help her. I’m so proud. I have joined in on occasion, but not today. It’s firearms training, and she needs no distraction
They haven’t noticed me, making my mind flutter. I want them both and need to set the pace. Grabbing my ointment, I skipped to Justine with a smile. She applies it softly to my sore spots, kissing me after application. She’s happier now than she has been all week. This is how it’s supposed to be. Glancing at Damien, he’s watching us with a cheerful grin. “Do you like my pj’s?” I ask him while wiggling my hips. Damien’s smile widens; I know he does. He picked them out after all, and he’s perked up below, making me grin when he replies, kissing my forehead. “Yes, Lola, you look beautiful.” “You do, my love. Are you ready for bed?” Justine asks, kissing my shoulders. “As long as we are all in it, then yes,” I say while looking at Damien, and he nods. “May I tuck you in?” he asks with another kiss on my hand. “Yes, sir,” I bashfully grin at his tempting look. He growls, scooping me up and placing me under the covers tenderly. He does the same for Justine and then fluffs the comfor
Lola - On the Evening of Saturday the 15th I let in Gio and Markum at the special knock. I’m happy to see them, but I was expecting Damien first. I try to hide my disappointment by cuddling with them in the doorway, asking what’s for supper. “It’s a surprise and will be along shortly my dear,” Gio says with a grin. “Lola, you look adorable,” Markum says while Gio helps me twirl. “Thank you, but where’s Damien?” I shyly ask. “Last I saw, he was getting ready,” Gio says with a kiss on my hand. I take a deep breath to calm my anxiety. They wouldn’t lie to me, and I must be patient. Gio pours us some mixed drinks, and I sit to relax with them. Markum’s telling a cute story about Gio when he’s interrupted by another knock. The door opens, and in comes the food trolley being pushed by Damien. He does look handsome and clean-cut compared to earlier, but his servitude makes me furrow my brows. “Dinner is served,” he says proudly. “No. That’s not what I meant. I wasn’t punishing you, D