Sunny Park by Amaraine Part 7 Faith goes all out to seduce Bill. So, thought Toby, as he and Gloria left Gloria's to go to the communal backyard for breakfast, this isn't awkward at all. Just a little charming breakfast with the woman I just slept with; the woman who helped me lose my virginity and who I'm sleeping with tonight; my cousin, who I saw topless last night; and the man who she exposed herself to while he was fucking the woman I'm seeing tonight. He could see what Gloria meant about how sometimes it was simpler just to be friends. It could be so simple in Sunny Park. In two weeks he'd been with three women - four if you counted the handjob from Carla, which he did. They'd no doubt been with other men, and in fact he'd seen Gloria and Dolly in action. There was plenty to go around, no reason to be jealous, no reason to make things complicated. It was, Toby thought, paradise. But Bill and Faith were making it complicated. Bill couldn't keep his eyes off Toby's cousin, although he seemed to be trying. Faith flaunted herself in front of Bill, practically begging for his gaze. Of the two, weirdly, Faith seemed to be showing more of the Sunny Park spirit, although fucking Dolly where Faith could see seemed a Sunny Park thing to do, too. "So, do you think they'll all show," Gloria asked, "or do you think one of them will chicken out?" "It's all a bit dramatic, isn't it?" Toby said. "Faith better show, it's her turn to bring the cereal and milk." "Right. I'll go back in and get some, just in case." Toby watched as Gloria walked away. She had a fine ass, and she wore such tight shorts. And her back was nice, too, the bareness of it broken only by a black bra strap. Ah, Sunny Park. Bill and Dolly came to the backyard next. When Dolly had stayed at his place, she'd come to breakfast in lingerie, but she was fully dressed today in a cute flower sundress with a sweetheart neckline, and Bill was in a suit. Dolly walked straight toward him. "I'm not staying," Dolly said. "But I did want to get my morning grope." Toby stood, and kissed Dolly while groping her boobs with one hand and her ass with the other. "I can just barely wait for tonight to go down on you," she whispered to him. "I want to do it right here." Ah, not awkward at all, thought Toby, as his cock hardened. Dolly twirled away. "See you tonight, Toby. Thanks for the great evening, Bill." She kissed Bill quickly, and then walked off toward Henry Miller Street. Toby saw his chance. "Bill, what's up with you and Faith?" "Nothing is up with me and Faith," Bill said, a trifle too quickly. "Nothing at all. We are friends, that's all." "She seems rather into you." Bill nodded. "Noticed that, did you?" Toby resisted telling Bill just how obvious it was. "Your cousin," Bill said, "Is a young, innocent woman. And I am, to put it mildly, a man of experience. Trust me, I have done my best to dissuade her." "Like by fucking Dolly and having her yell like that?" "Dolly yells, you know that. She likes attention. I didn't tell her to yell any of those things, and in fact, I thought she was a bit over the top myself. But yes, it occurred to me that Faith was probably idealizing me, and it was best to disabuse her of her romantic notions." "So you pretended you had a call yesterday morning, when in fact you went to call Dolly to have her come over." Bill narrowed. "You're a perceptive young man, aren't you?" "Yeah. I also know that you want Faith as much as she wants you." Bill shook his head. "It's totally inappropriate. I'm the trustee of her estate, as I am of yours. She's young enough to be my daughter. And she looks..." He trailed off. "Looks like a young Aunt Meg." "It's uncanny." "You wanted to see her in that dress." Toby said, referring to Bill sending her the dress Maggie wore in Deep Inside Maggie Love. Bill nodded. "Not my finest moment. In my defense, I thought that if she wore that to the dining hall it would help her get over herself, a little. Start to fit in here at Sunny Park. If she leaves, and I was to have to decide that she was not following the terms of the will - well, you see my conflict of interest." Toby nodded. "I suppose I do, at that." "And here she comes," Bill said. Faith was wearing just shorts and a bra, not unlike Gloria, who was approaching from the other side. Faith carried three boxes of cereal. Compared to the lacy things he'd seen women wear walking down the street, or at breakfast, in Sunny Park, Faith's bra was practically an armored breastplate, all function and coverage and no allure, but it was still a bra, and his cousin was still not wearing a shirt. "Could Dolly not stay?" Faith asked. "What a shame. Why, hello Bill." She put down the boxes. "I'll go back in for the milk." "No worries, I brought some," Gloria said. "We weren't sure you were going to show." "Why wouldn't I?" Faith asked evenly. "No reason," Gloria said. "No kiss for Bill this morning?" "Well," Faith said. "I'm not sure he's earned it." But she turned and kissed Bill lightly on the lips. Maybe that's that, thought Toby. But he had a suspicion that Faith was just changing tactics. His cousin had never been one to give up easily. The rest of breakfast passed with idle and harmless chatter, although there was a brittleness to their bonhomie that didn't feel much like the Sunny Park atmosphere at all. That morning, Faith was happy to receive a bill addressed to Margaret Callan, her aunt. It was the perfect excuse to go see Bill. He'd mentioned going into the office today, which was in downtown Sunny Park, such as it was. The whole town had less than a thousand people, and was ten miles from Los Frisco, the closest other city. Faith searched through Maggie's things and found what she was looking for. Soon, she was dressed in a tight leather mini-dress, whose bustier-like top half pushed her breasts up like they were on a shelf, while keeping her nipples covered. With it, she wore thigh-high leather boots. Maggie's feet weren't quite her size, so they were a bit ouchy, but they were close enough, Faith thought. She looked at herself in the mirror. "Bow down, and serve," she said, experimentally. She decided she needed lipstick. She didn't really want Bill bowing down and serving her, but she'd gotten the clear impression that was what he was into. Not always, apparently. Not with Dolly, last night. But that's what had drawn him to Aunt Margaret, and Faith felt she could play the part. She certainly looked the part, once she'd reddened her lips some. Mistress Faith. She tucked the bill in her cleavage and walked to Bill's office. She was not used to walking in four-inch heels, and she wasn't used to walking in shoes a half-size too small, either. By the time she got there, her feet hurt, and she resolved to take a taxi on the way back. Hopefully Jack would be driving it. Her friend Amber, Bill's secretary, took a long look at her as she walked in. "Wow, Faith. That's quite the look. Bill will be walking around with a hard-on all day, if he sees you in that." Faith tried to stop her grin from reaching her face. "Well," she said, "I have a letter that needs his attention." "I don't suppose you want to leave it with me?" Amber asked. "That would defeat the point, I think." Amber nodded, getting it instantly. Amber was such a good friend. She pressed a button on her desk. "Miss Cromwell here to see you, with correspondence for Ms. Callan," she said into the receiver. "She says she needs to deliver it to you personally," Amber said, with a wink at Faith. "She wants to make sure you get it. Yes, I know that I'm perfectly reliable, but I think you'll want to see her." Amber smiled. "He says to go right in. Leave the door open when you leave." "Okay." Faith teetered to the door and walked in, trying not to mince her steps too much, and to stand up tall. "Hello, Faith," Bill said, not looking up. "You can leave things with Amber, you know. Or even let the post office forward mail, I understand they do that all the - " The moment he looked up and his jaw dropped was priceless. She waited, letting him gawk, until he just about had control of himself. Then she took the message out of her cleavage, giving him another excuse to look at her chest. When he got his gaze up to her face again, she leaned way over, putting one hand on the desk so she didn't topple over in her ridiculous shoes, and dropped the bill in the middle of his desk. He reached for the envelope without tearing his eyes away from her chest. Instead, he put the envelope in the way. "It's just a gas bill," he said. "It surely could have waited." "Perhaps it could have," Faith said. "But I chose to not wait." She remembered the fierce look she'd given the mirror. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Bill." "Um. Yes. Well. Is that all?" "That's all. This was just on my way, while I do my other errands," she lied. "I don't want to tie you up for long." He stared at her. She licked her lips. "Well," she said. "It's a figure of speech. I'll let you be. I know your work is a stern task mistress, and I need to finish my errands so that I can get back to practicing with Maggie's whip." She made a snapping hand gesture, just in case he didn't get it. Men were visual creatures, anyway. "Qu - quite. Yes, I have a lot of work to do! Be sure to close the door on the way out." She smirked. Did he need a little privacy for some reason? But Amber had told her to leave it open, so she was torn. She walked out and decided that he could shut his door himself. Amber was not at her desk. Instead, she was standing not far from the door, and she kissed Faith. Faith caught on immediately why Amber had wanted the door open. So Bill could watch, of course. She kissed Amber back, remembering to use her tongue. She pretended that Amber was the only person in the world, for a moment. She heard Bill's footsteps, and then the door slammed. Well, that was that. She moved back from Amber. Poor Amber, she looked so disappointed they hadn't been able to put on a longer show. Amber had been kissing her so convincingly that Faith could almost believe that Amber was really into her, when obviously she was just trying to help out. Amber was thoroughly on her side. Such a good friend. "Thank you, Amber. Let me know next time you have a light day, I love our afternoons together." "I love our afternoons together, too," Amber said, a bit wistfully. "Maybe we can practice some things." Faith nodded, although she wasn't sure what more there was to practice. She walked out and called for a taxi. Sure enough, Jack answered. It felt a little odd, waiting on a street corner in such a get-up, with feet sore from the high heels. She could get a little relief if she stood on one foot and bent her other knee, resting it on the wall. Sin walked by, dressed rather sedately in an artfully torn black Siouxsie and the Banshees T-shirt, a plaid skirt held closed with a massive safety pin, and Doc Martens. "Hey, Faith! I didn't know you had to work for a living." "I don't," Faith said, wondering what brought that on. And then she had an idea. "Sin, are you doing anything tonight?" Sin shrugged. "Not really. I'd be doing your cousin, if you know what I mean, but Dolly got first dibs. Why?" Faith knew what Sin meant and tried to ignore it. "I want to practice." "Practice what?" Faith rethought. Practice wasn't flattering. It took a good friend like Amber to really want to be just practice. "What I mean is, that I want to -" She wasn't sure what to call it, so she started again. "Want a play date? I'd be the top, of course." "Of course," Sin said, with a touch of sarcasm Faith wasn't sure she liked. "Because you're the more experienced." "Oh, no, not at all," Faith said. What was she trying to imply, with that experience crack? Why there were multiple places she'd never even let a man touch. "But I'm naturally inclined. It's hereditary, you know." "Oh, is it?" Sin asked skeptically. "Well, huh. Against my better judgment, sure. My place, or yours? Yours, of course, because of the dungeon." "Yes, but I thought we'd play in the bedroom." Sin waggled her eyebrows. "Oh, that kind of night, hmm? Alright, I'll show up after dinner. A lot of girls like the way the tongue stud feels. Well, see you! I'm late for my appointment." The tongue stud had felt interesting when she'd kissed Sin before, Faith mused. Then she caught on that Sin was implying using that tongue somewhere else. Somewhere that would be totally sinful. But the picture of Sin kneeling on the ground before her was making her tingle in ways that it really shouldn't. Sin was such a dirty girl - such a contrast with Amber, who was so innocent. She couldn't imagine Amber doing anything like that. Jack pulled up in his car and pushed open the passenger side door. "Aren't I supposed to ride in the back?" she asked, climbing in. "Nah," Jack said. "I can't kiss you in the back." She submitted to his kiss, and didn't object when he deepened it. Was Bill watching from his office? Well, regardless, it felt rather nice in and of itself. "That's quite an outfit," Jack said. "Not into the whole S and M thing myself, but it still looks hot." "Why thank you," Faith said, pleased. "If I don't have a call still once we get to your house, wanna make out?" Faith thought about it. Bill definitely couldn't watch that. She couldn't tell herself she was just putting on a show, if she said yes. "That would be very nice," she said. "Yes, I think I'd really like that." Jack drove up to her place a few minutes later, for Sunny Park was a very small town, and no call came so they started smooching. His hands drifted to her chest, both the leather covered parts and where it was bare. She wanted to scoot into his lap, but the steering wheel was in the way. "Maybe we could go into my house?" she suggested. "I really shouldn't - people depend on me, and I want to be with my car. But the back seat, maybe?" Faith agreed, and they both moved back. She put her legs over his lap, and he caressed her thigh, where the boots and short dress left them bare. "Mmm," she said. "You could move higher, if you like. I mean, not all the way, but -" "I don't know which of us we're teasing more," he said, as he slid his hands under her skirt. After a little of that, Faith wasn't sure, either. She could feel his cock hardening against the bottom of her legs, and wondered what it would feel like to rub it through his pants. Should she ask first? Or just do it? His phone rang. He picked it up. "Corner of Gypsy Rose Lee and Sex? On my way, I'll be about five minutes." He had the good grace to look at Faith apologetically. "Wait," said Faith, lifting her legs off Jack and pulling her hem down. "There's a street just called Sex?" "Sex Drive," Jack said. "Speaking of sex drives, are you doing anything tonight?" With a segue like that, it was obvious what he wanted. Why not? Well, it was a sin, for one thing. But she kinda wanted it, too. Unfortunately, she'd already made plans. "Sorry, I'm busy." "Tomorrow?" She didn't want to book herself up too solidly, in case Bill came around. But an evening with Jack sounded lovely, and she didn't want all her eggs in one basket. Project Bill might take months. "Tomorrow night," she said. A moment later, she waved goodbye to Jack. Back on her feet, she realized her feet were very sore. Didn't real dominatrixes have someone lined up, ready to massage their feet? She decided it was better to be sensible than to look good, and sat down on the lawn peeling her boots off before walking inside barefoot, carrying them. "Yes!" Toby yelled, as the big white ball smacked into the dirt just inches from Abby's outstretched hands. "Is that the first game you've won?" Carla, his partner, asked. "Yeah," he replied. It was just volleyball. He shouldn't get so excited about the game, but he'd finally managed to concentrate more on the ball than on the girls' bare breasts. "To the victor goes the spoils, hmm, Abby?" Carla asked. Abby shook her head as she got to her feet and brush the sand off. "He's got to defeat me in single combat," she said. "Huh?" Toby asked. "Well, then, Jim and I should stand aside and let the contest begin!" Carla said. "Actually I have to run anyway," Jim said. "Great playing with you guys. Good game, Carla. Good game, Toby. You're getting a lot better." "I'm going, too," Abby said. "I'm beat. But soon, Toby, you'll have to see if you can beat me one on one. If you win, you get to fuck me." "And if you win?" Toby asked. "Then you get to try again some other day. I only surrender to those who have proven themselves worthy." Abby grabbed her shirt, but didn't bother to put it on as she walked up toward the boardwalk. She had a very nice back, thought Toby, and a pert ass. "I'm kinda tired, too" Carla said. "Want to just hang out for a bit? There's a nice shady spot over there." She pointed to a spot where a small palm tree was overshadowed by a larger one, so that one could sit in the shadow of both at the same time. "Let me just get my stuff, I'll join you there." Toby went to grab his clothes. He'd gotten used to Carla being topless, and in fact he wasn't sure he'd ever seen her with all her clothes on. Similarly, his own nudity felt much more comfortable today than it had the day before. "Carla, I have a question." "The answer is I'd love to, but I don't like the taste of sunscreen, so we should take a shower first and maybe find a spot with less sand." "That wasn't the question, although it's... a pretty damn good answer." "Darn!" Carla said. "Not psychic, I guess. Anyway, what's your question?" He sat down next to her. She had already laid out a beach towel. "So, when we first got here, everyone had their clothes on. Except, I guess, in the pool. And since then, I've seen a lot of women topless, either in just a bra or nothing at all. I don't want to say that people have been wearing less and less, because I'm not sure that's the trend, but something is going on." Carla laughed. "Yeah, there was an announcement you were coming on the Sunny Side Up site. Bill asked us all to cover up a little for your first days here. It's actually pretty standard when someone new is coming, if there's any uncertainty about how they'll fit in." "The Sunny Side Up site?" "Now, I know that's in the homeowner documents." "I might have skimmed a little." "Ah. Well, I'll show you." Carla pulled her phone out of her bag. "It's only visible if you're actually in the town, as it's on our local net, not on the web. It's pretty secure, although someone inside the town could, I suppose, take screenshots and then upload them somewhere. Of course, if they got caught they'd never set foot in Sunny Park again." Moments later she pulled up a website. The top banner showed a beautiful woman and a handsome man, lying naked on their backs on the beach. Sunny side up, Toby supposed. Under that were various announcements. A tennis tournament. A viewing of Fashionistas at the community center on Cleland Street. A reminder to separate out bottles from cans and from paper, for the recycling, and not to park on several streets that evening so the street cleaner would be able to do its work. Reage Street was listed, but he didn't have a car, anyway. He'd have to let Faith know. All pretty normal stuff, except perhaps for the community showing of what appeared to be a porno. Carla scrolled down, and showed him the announcement of their arrival, and the request for everyone to be on their best behavior. It was clear that it was completely voluntary. No one had to wear clothes. But apparently, when Bill asked, people complied. "Here's my profile," Carla said. The profile picture was of a beaming, topless Carla with the beach in the background. "So you can say stuff or post pictures, and if people are following you, they can get it in their feed. We don't "friend" - we "follow" or are "followed." You have to consent to be followed, but you don't get notified if someone stops. Less drama, all around. Mind if I take a selfie of us, for my profile?" "Um, sure," Toby said. Carla held the camera out, getting a fair amount of their torsos in the picture. "Say boobies!" she said. She caught him mid chuckle, and quickly posted. "Five hundred plus pictures," he said. "That's a lot." "I'm an exhibitionist." She clicked on "photos", and handed him the phone. She hadn't been joking. There were pictures of her naked. Pictures of her giving blowjobs. Pictures of her putting lotion on cocks at the beach. Pictures of her with cum on her face and chest. Pictures of her being spit-roasted. Toby chuckled. "You know, we've been threatening to have a spit-roast at breakfast, and my cousin seems to think we mean making food, or something." "Really?" "Unless she's having us on." Carla laughed. "Too funny! I wanna come! I mean, I'd like to be invited. Well, both, really." "Ha." Carla pointed at him. "You need to set up your account. So I can follow you! And you can follow me." Toby nodded. "Probably easier at my computer, than on my phone." "And where is your computer?" "In my bedroom." "Well, it sounds like the logical next step is for you to invite me to your bedroom, isn't it?" Toby smiled. "I think that's been the logical next step for a while, actually." He leaned forward to kiss her, and she kissed him back. "Dare you to walk there naked," Carla said. "I will if you will," Toby replied. "You're on. I'll wait until we get to the boardwalk to take my bikini bottoms off, though, because there's nothing worse than sand in the wrong place, if you know what I mean." Toby had a pretty good idea. He realized he hadn't seen Carla totally naked yet, so he enjoyed watching her remove her last bit of clothing, revealing a smoothly waxed pussy. "Shall we?" Carla said. Toby shrugged. The beach was one thing, the streets were something else. But still, it was worth it to watch Carla jiggling along beside him. He put a hand around her waist, and she rested hers on the top curve of his ass. He tried not to have an erection, in vain. Carla glanced at it, grinned, but said nothing. They passed a couple of people, who weren't shy about looking the two of them over but smiled and said, "How's it going?" as they passed without waiting for an answer, just like people did on streets everywhere. They walked right by Faith's, but she didn't seem to be looking out the front window, at least. "Let's get the sand off us, first," Carla suggested, when they got to Toby's house. "Sure, you can have the shower first." "Who said anything about taking turns?" Toby laughed, and led her to the shower. They didn't even have to strip. Soon, warm water was splashing over them both, and they were soaping each other up. Toby made extra sure to get Carla's breasts and ass clean, and she took similar care with his cock, which never did manage to go down. He slid his hand between her legs and felt her smooth, slick pussy. "Your profile, Toby," Carla said, squirming. "It can wait." "Gah," she said, and spread her legs wider. He made her cum with his fingers as the water splashed over them both. Then they toweled off. She didn't bother to keep her towel on, so he didn't either, but just tossed it on the chair next to his computer. She stood over his shoulder, her breasts next to his cheek, while he typed in the address and set up a quick profile. He wasn't going to take time with it now, so he simply typed "More later," as an about me. "Okay. But you need a picture, Toby." "Alright," he said, unlocking his camera and handing it to her. "Would you mind?" "No, not at all. Stand up." "Not a full frontal pic, just my face and stuff." "Sure." She snapped a picture. "And stuff." "You know what I meant." "I do. Besides, you're flagging, anyway." She knelt down, and took his cock between her lips, swishing her tongue against the head. He wasn't flagging for long, and she held the camera and took another picture, with his cock half in, half out of her mouth. She took him out and took another picture of his cock. "No one likes dick pics," he told her. "First, not true, and second, no one has to see them. There's a special function where you can label something a dick pic, and the viewer needs to click on the notification to actually see the picture. Totally consensual, and believe me, this cock is nothing to be ashamed of." "I'm not going to post those," Toby said. Carla jumped on the bed. "Dare ya," she said, spreading her legs and displaying her glistening pussy to his view. He shook his head. "Nah." "You can take any picture of me you like, and I promise to post it." "Uh," he said. He started mentally paging through the possibilities. "But maybe I'd rather just fuck you." "That too," Carla said. "But I still dare you to post the pictures." Toby nodded, his dick too hard to think straight. "Okay," he said. "Come on, then. I'm all ready for you, Toby." He got on the bed, and plunged his hard cock into her. He didn't care who might be watching, he just wanted her. She arched her hips, eagerly thrusting back at him. "I came in the shower, Toby, it's your turn." "Any picture," he said, thrusting inside her and feeling his arousal build. "Yes, anything," Carla told him. "Make me show myself off." "Does that turn you on?" "Yes!" "Well, it turns me on, too." "Cum in me!" He shook his head. "No? Oh. Yes." He pulled out, and with a few quick jerks of his fist came all over her chest and face. She laughed. "A promise is a promise." He reached for his phone and took a picture. She reached between her legs, masturbating while he photographed her, so he kept snapping away until she made herself cum. "This one," he told her, showing her the one that captured her in the moment of bliss. "Sweet," she said. "Send it to me. And then post your dick, and the one where you're in my mouth." Faith walked into the dining hall wearing half-boots without heels. Maybe, if the heels fit her better, they wouldn't have been so bad, but she thought she'd found the right outfit to wear with her shoes. It was a leather catsuit, unzipped in the front to reveal some tasteful decolletage that would have shocked her two weeks ago, but now seemed positively restrained. At her hip swished a riding crop. Now and then it would get in front of her leg and then snap a little, which wasn't quite the effect she was going for, but still, she thought it showed that she was the kind of woman who meant business. She swished by Bill, who did that staring thing again, and deigned to kiss him briefly. Deign - such a good word, she thought. She walked away from him, waved at Gloria and Sin, and deigned to sit with Jack, Toby, Dolly, Charles, and some new girl with an oversized chest and a dress that barely covered any of it. It was really just two strips of fabric up top that crossed in the middle and then wrapped around, thin enough that you could see where her nipples were and just wide enough to cover them. "Hey, Faith," said Toby. "Carla, this is my cousin, Faith. Faith, Carla." Faith supposed it would be a bit over-the-top if she insisted on "Mistress Faith." "Charmed," she said. "Likewise. Are you on Sunny Side Up yet, Faith?" "What's Sunny Side Up?" "It's the community website. Good for finding the news, and you can set up a profile and look at other people's. It's great if you're curious about someone." Faith thought that Toby looked suddenly uncomfortable, and wondered why. "Have you checked me out, yet, Toby?" Dolly asked. Toby shook his head. "I haven't had time, I just set it up this afternoon." Dolly pulled out her phone. "Yep, there you are," she said a moment later. "You signed up four hours ago, what do you mean you didn't have time? Oooh! Would it be weird if I showed your cousin your dick pic?" "Yes," said Toby, "I think that would qualify as weird." Faith pulled her hand back from reaching for Dolly's almost offered phone. "You'll just have to find it yourself," Carla said. "Here's my profile." "Ah," said Dolly. "I understand now why you haven't had time. God, it looks like you must have drained him!" She glanced at Carla, and then at Toby, who seemed to be trying to get smaller and smaller in his chair. "Well, the lovely thing about young men is their recovery time." "Personally, I don't think social media is very healthy," Faith said. "I agree," Charles said. "Me, too," Jack said. "Useful, sometimes. It is worth using the site to keep up with the events." "Ah," Faith said. She pulled out her own phone and looked at the main site. "Ah, I see. A movie. How nice. About fashion? Oh, it looks like one of Maggie Love's kind of movies. But without Maggie." Well, the mayor had suggested they did things like that. "What do you think, Dolly?" Jack asked. "Professionally? Yes, lots of people spend way too much time checking out social media, and I've suggested to many of my patients that they spend less time on various sites, or quit them completely. Including Sunny Side Up, except for the announcements of course. But exhibitionists got to exhibit, y'know." She looked over at Toby. "Look at my pics before you swear it off, or shall be very put out." "And we've all seen you put out," Faith said. The words just popped out of her mouth before she could stop them. But Dolly just smirked, apparently amused. "So, Faith, that's quite a new look you've got," Toby said. "What's the occasion? Hot date?" "As a matter of fact, I do have a date, Toby," Faith told him. Okay, it was with a woman. Did that count? But still. "Oh? With Jack?" Jack shook his head, and said, "Nope," before Faith could respond. "Whips and chains are not my thing. Tried once, just to find out if I was missing something, and no." Well, she could be one thing for Bill, and another for Jack. And of course, a third thing if she went home to visit her parents. After dinner she went home and waited for Sin. She laid out some of the implements she'd found in the dungeon on her bed - the crop, a flogger, a cane. She opened the curtain, so that Bill could see her. Bill was there, so the whole thing wasn't wasted. Hopefully he wouldn't have a date tonight. She practiced her best stern look in the mirror. She didn't have to wait long before the curvy goth knocked on her door. "Alright, girlfriend, do your worst," Sin said. Girlfriend? But of course she didn't mean "girlfriend." Just girl, who was a friend. Some people talked like that. Faith did her best to stay calm and look stern. "This way," she said, gesturing Sin inside, and then pointing toward the hall that led to the bedroom. "I was pissed at first when you said you didn't want to play in Mistress Callan's room, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that might be too emotional for me," Sin said. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Faith said, trying to sound like she had it all figured out. Sin gave her a curious look and went into the bedroom. "Open window?" "Seems to be the way people do things around here," Faith said. "Why, are you ashamed?" Sin shook her head. "Hell no." She stripped off her T-shirt and un-pinned her skirt. She wore a pretty bra and panty set - black, of course. Faith took the crop and started smacking it against her palm. It stung a little. Huh. Well, hopefully she looked fierce. "I just didn't take you for the open window type," Sin said, reaching behind her to undo her bra. Bill would be getting quite a show, apparently. But if he was ogling Sin, he wouldn't be focused on her. On the other hand, it was still Faith arranging for the show, so maybe he'd give her credit for that. But having her take all her clothes off made the whole thing more sexual, and she didn't want that, did she? Sin got her bra and panties off faster than Faith could argue with herself. She couldn't be like this. She had to be decisive! She positioned herself between Sin and the window. "Alright! Over the bed, buttocks up!" "Buttocks?" Sin echoed, but bent over. She has a pretty big butt, thought Faith. Well, that means I won't miss. Gotta look all dominatrixy for Bill. She walked over with the crop and gave Sin's posterior a good smack with it. The noise startled her, and she leaped back, bashing into the sliding doors of the closet. Off balance, she grabbed one of the doors, only to have it start moving on her. She ended up on her ass. "Uh, you okay?" Sin asked, turning around. Faith picked herself up. "Fine!" she said. "Did I tell you to turn?" Sin smirked. "No ma'am," she said. Faith got herself back in position and tried again. This time she didn't jump back. Sin barely reacted, though, which didn't seem right. She tried a little harder, this time. Sin yelped, and a red mark appeared on her backside in the shape of the shaft and flapper on the crop. "Oh my god!" Faith said. "Are you okay?" "Uh, yeah," Sin said, with the tone of someone answering a stupid question. "That was good, do it again." Faith swung, and flinched as another mark appeared. No, she was definitely hitting too hard. She tapped Sin a couple more times, and picked up the flogger. The problem with the flogger was that it was harder to aim. Thank goodness for big targets. The tails slapped against Sin's butt, reddening it. She glanced up. Bill was watching, still. Sin waited, stoically. "Still okay?" "I'll yellow or red if I'm not," Sin said. Whatever that meant. She dropped the flogger onto the bed and picked up the cane. She tapped Sin with it, to get her aim. Then she gave her a good whack, that made Sin go, "Yeeeoww!" Faith dropped the cane. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hit that hard." "Fuck," said Sin. "Um, no, but I'm sorry! What do you need? I've never done this before, and -" "Yeah, that much I can tell. Yellow." "Yellow?" Faith said. "You don't know about standard safe words, even, do you? Red, actually." Sin stood up. "Look, this just isn't working. Every time you get me good, you're acting like you've committed the crime of the century. You don't know what you're doing, and - well, I don't think you're built for it, either." Oh no. Faith didn't glance toward the window, but Bill was probably still watching. Watching her fail. And yet she had to undo the damage. "I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to hit you that hard. How can I make it up to you?" "Nothing to make up, I'm fine. I've been hit a lot harder, by your aunt. I'm just a little disappointed. You can call me names at the dinner table, and not here? What the fuck? Why are you even doing this if you're not into - oh." Sin glanced out the window, giving Faith a chance to do the same. Yeah, Bill was definitely watching. "Once a bitch, always a bitch, I guess," said Sin. "You're just using me. Fuck this." She pulled her panties on, and reached for her bra. It was all going horribly wrong. And it was such a great plan, too. Tears started streaming down Faith's cheeks, uncontrollably. How had she messed up so badly? Sin took one look at Faith's face, and said, "Fuck me. I don't want to deal with this crap. What, you want a hug or something?" "No," Faith said, meaning yes. "Good." Sin snapped her bra closed and grabbed her clothes. "You did this all for Bill, didn't you?" "Yes," Faith admitted. "But I thought I'd be giving you what you want, too." "What do you want, Faith?" asked Sin. "No, wrong question. You know what you want, don't you? The question is, who are you?" "Huh?" "Are you the snotty, stuck-up prude who came here? You shed that mask fast enough, and trust me, I know all about masks. Are you porn star Maggie? You tried that one for a few days, with the clothes but none of the moves. You certainly aren't dominatrix Maggie, you just inherited all her stuff. Who the hell are you, Faith, and whoever you are, when are you going to start acting like yourself instead of - what you think your parents want, or what you think Bill wants?" Faith didn't know what to do besides just stare. Sin sounded so angry, but what she was saying made sense. The tears kept streaming and she looked down at the floor to avoid having to meet Sin's gaze. "Ugh," Sin said, and gave Faith a hug, pushing Faith's face into her chest in the process. "Emotions. Well, Maggie dealt with mine often enough, I guess I owe it to you." Faith mumbled into Sin's cleavage. "What's that?" "You can hit me, if you like," Faith said. "No, I think we've done enough fucked up negotiation for today. Maggie taught me better than this, and than that. No, Faith. Can't say I don't feel like it, but not now." Sin kissed Faith, suddenly, hard, and Faith opened her mouth. They touched tongues, and the kiss deepened. It was Sin who backed away. "You like that," she said. "Yes," Faith admitted. "There you go. One piece of who you are." Sin wrapped her skirt around her and pinned it back on. "Free of charge. Now I'm getting out of here, before I do something I regret, or you regret." She grabbed her shirt, and walked out without putting it on, leaving Faith to stare after her, confused. Sin was a strange person. I messed everything up. She let loose the sobs she'd been holding back. She couldn't stop the tears in front of Sin, but she'd held off the worst of it. She pulled her shoes off and threw herself on the bed. Her body shook as she lay there bawling her eyes out and hitting the pillow with the sides of her fists. She didn't know how long she'd been at it, when she suddenly realized that Bill could see that, too. She looked over that way. He wasn't there. He'd stopped watching in disgust, no doubt. She was ugly when she cried, her mother had told her that, and looks in the mirror had confirmed it. But she was all bawled out, so she just sat there and held herself. Someone knocked on the door. "Go away!" she yelled. They knocked again. Wearily, Faith got up from the bed and walked to the door. She opened it. "Go -" It was Bill, still nicely dressed in gray slacks and a nice tan shirt. "Away? Mind if I come in?" "I look a mess," Faith said, stepping back to let him in. "Yeah." "You saw all that?" "Yeah, I saw all that." Bill shut the door behind him. "Worst domme ever?" "Pretty much, from what I saw. And from Sin's reaction. But no, not the worst. You didn't injure her." "I left some pretty nasty marks." "She'll be okay. It's you I'm worried about." He took her arm and led her toward the couch. "I'll be okay, too. I need to blow my nose, though." Bill handed her a handkerchief. "I can't -" she started. "You can keep it after. I buy them by the dozen. Sit, and blow your nose." She wiped her tears, and then blew her nose. "Very attractive," she said. "Very sexy." "You aren't at your best right now," Bill said. "I bet Aunt Margaret never let herself go like this." "I saw her cry a few times. Once after coming home from visiting your folks, actually. But no, she cried quietly, and I just held her. You're not your aunt." Faith shook her head. "No. Sorry about that." Bill shook his head. "Nothing to be sorry about. There was only one Maggie, and there's only one you. When I saw you the first time, of course I noticed that you looked just like her. And when I saw you in that dress - the one from Deep Inside, it was like seeing her ghost. I wanted you to be her so bad, and I knew that wasn't right. Call it that I was still grieving, or that I'm a dirty old man. But I wanted you, because you were like her - and like a younger version of her, the Maggie Love I never got to know because I met Mistress Maggie Callan instead. I loved them both, in a way - or loved one, and lusted after both." "So that's why you wouldn't kiss me. I mean, really kiss me." "Because I'd just have been using you for the way you looked like someone else. The resemblance is rather uncanny, you know. Using you, like you used Jack the other night, and Sin tonight." Faith nodded. She supposed she deserved that. "Well, now you know better. I'll never be the woman you loved." Bill smiled. "Nope. I know better." "What's so funny about that?" She didn't think she could bear him laughing at her right now. "Because now I know you're beautiful when you're dropping a crop and falling into your closet. Now I know you look beautiful to me when you've fucked up, and when you're crying, and when you're blowing your nose. Faith is beautiful, in her own, messed up way, and in a way her own and not Maggie at all." "Does that mean you're going to kiss me now?" "Just a light one." He kissed her lips briefly, and withdrew before she could deepen it. "You're in an emotional state where you might do things you regret. Why the dominatrix act, Faith? I think I know, but I want to hear you say it." Faith took a deep breath. She'd tried everything but being honest. "Because I knew you - I heard that you and Maggie did that sort of thing, and I thought you'd want me if I was able to give you the same thing. And - I want you, Bill. You've been very good to me, when other people have just been snarky or condescending. "You can't have me. Yet." "Yet?" Bill shook his head. "I'm the trustee of your estate. If there's any chance that you leave Sunny Park, because you can't put up with all the sin and debauchery, as I think you called it once, well, I'm the person who is going to have to certify that you did not follow the terms of the will. That's a pretty large conflict of interest. There are several, but that's the biggest of them." "Sure I can't convince you?" Faith asked, reaching for the zipper on her catsuit. "If you touch that zipper, I'm going to walk out. I said, yet, Faith. Can you be patient?" She nodded. Yet was hopeful, and she'd take it. "Did you really want me to be your submissive, Faith?" Bill asked. "And it is fine that the answer is no. Young beautiful women don't generally pine after older submissives, unless they're looking for something financial out of it. And you don't need my money." Faith thought about it. Who are you, Sin had asked. Clearly, dominatrix was not it. She shook her head. "No. I was attracted to you because you're competent and kind. The sort of man who knows what he's about. The kind of man who knows who he is, even more than he wants what he wants." She sighed. "The exact kind of man who'd be immune to me, I guess." Bill chuckled. "I'm far from immune. But thank you for the other compliments. I have a proposal to make, Faith." A proposal! But no, he didn't mean that kind of proposal. "Yes, Bill?" "It will add one more conflict of interest. But what I'm suggesting is that I mentor you." "So I'd be the submissive?" "No," Bill said. "Well, sort of. But I'm not going to touch you for - let's say a term of three months." "Three months!" "It's really not that long a time, Faith." "So what do you mean?" "I mean I'll be here for you, and I'll help you navigate your way through this community. I'll make suggestions, and hopefully, you'll listen to me. If you want to learn to use whips and floggers and things, I'll teach you, with a third party present. If you don't, that's fine. I'll encourage you to have other relationships and to explore all they have to offer." "You'll give me directions?" Faith asked, hopefully. "I said suggestions, but if you choose to take them as directions, that's fine." "And if at the end of the three months I still want more from you than - well, what you are talking about sounds pretty platonic. What then?" "Then we'll talk about it, but if I'm convinced you are fitting in here, I won't hold back because I'm your trustee. And I won't pretend that I'm not powerfully attracted to you, Faith." Faith thought about it. She thought about the idea of spanking Bill, and yeah, it seemed ludicrous to her. Just a means to an end. But following Bill's directions? That was hot. Even if he wasn't touching her. A small chunk of the puzzle fit into place. She'd always been a good girl. She'd always followed the rules and liked it. She did what her parents told her, until she'd moved out west, and they weren't around. In Sunny Park, she'd felt adrift. It seemed like there weren't any rules, other than dress for dinner. Toby had taken to it like a fish to water, but she'd been lost, and once she stepped out of her old rules and tried to fit in, it had all been chaos. Bill offered order. "If I'm uncertain of what to do here, I can ask you, and you'll tell me?" "I'll make suggestions, yes." "And those suggestions - if I follow them, they'll lead me to a place where you'll be convinced I fit in?" Bill nodded. "I suppose that's true. Yes, it is." "Well then, I accept." Bill smiled and patted her on a leather-covered knee. "Good. We will talk soon, when you're rested. Tomorrow night?" "Oh, shoot, I have a date with Jack. I can break it, though." "Do you like Jack, or were you just using him to get at me?" "Um, I was using him to get at you, but yes, Jack is rather nice." "Then keep your date. And enjoy doing everything you want to do with him. That is a suggestion, by the way. When are you free?" "The evening after that." "Then we'll talk then." "Bill?" she asked. "Can you give me one direction - uh, suggestion - that I can follow tonight? To sort of symbolically start us off?" Bill considered. "How tired are you?" "Tired. But still a bit wired. I don't think I'll fall right asleep. "Alright then. I was going to save this for later, but open every curtain in your house, and keep them open. In the morning, think about taking them down entirely. You don't need them. We won't be judging, and there's no reason to be ashamed of anything. If you want symbolism, I can't think of a better symbol than that." "No curtains?" Faith asked, thinking about the consequences. She couldn't even get dressed and undressed without the possibility of people watching. Bill, although that part was kind of nice. Gloria, but she was a woman, and that was fine. Although she had men over a lot. Toby. That was strange, but goodness knows she'd seen enough of him naked in the last couple of weeks. "Just a suggestion," Bill said, holding his hands, palms upward, to the side. "I'll do it," Faith said, impetuously. She didn't want to let him down on the very first "suggestion." "Good girl," he said, standing. "And now it's time for me to go. Goodnight, Faith." Faith stood up too. "Do I get a goodnight kiss?" she asked. Bill smiled and brushed his lips gently against hers. She let him lead, and didn't push for more. Then she watched him go. When the door was shut, she went to the kitchen and opened the drapes. Toby was visible, fucking Dolly from behind. Dolly was moaning. Well, they seemed to be having fun. She walked to the bedroom. One set of curtains was already open. Gloria was looking out her window, with a man Faith didn't recognize behind her, playing with her breasts. They were probably watching Toby and Dolly. She opened her other bedroom curtains. Toby and Dolly had changed positions already. She was riding him. She could hear Dolly. "That's it, Toby. Play with my clit. Yeah, you know just what to do to a woman. Your cousin is watching us, you know." Faith blushed, as she made eye contact with Dolly. There was no doubt she was meant to hear every word of that. For a moment, she wanted to close the curtains again. But instead, she took a deep breath and waved. Dolly waved back. Toby said something, but Faith couldn't quite catch what it was. The show was interesting, but Faith was tired and wanted to get to bed. Crying always wore her out. She supposed she could get under the covers and wiggle her way out of the catsuit, but that seemed to go against the spirit of the thing. The light went on in Bill's house. He was back. Would it be inappropriate to put on a show for her new mentor? Possibly. She'd have to ask. But it surely wouldn't be wrong to get undressed for bed. Still watching Dolly bounce on Toby, she reached for her zipper. She pulled it all the way down and peeled off her catsuit. Dolly gave her a thumbs up. She glanced over at Gloria's, and realized they were now watching her, not Dolly and Toby. Naked, she walked to bed. She glanced over toward Bill's and saw that he was watching too. She realized she didn't so much want him to see her being naked, as she wanted him to see her being brave. She turned the light out and got into bed. The pillow was damp with her tears, but the evening had turned out okay after all. She flipped the pillow over, lay her head on it, and fell asleep.