Lynn and Cindy sat together on a comfy bench in the shade of an old tree, their backs propped up with cushions. Now and then a splash sounded from the nearby pond, and the girls could see a flicker of light bounce off the scales of one of the many koi fish swimming in the water. There were more benches spread around, each hidden in their own little alcove.
Lynn sighed as the breeze played with her hair. "It's nice here, doesn't feel like a clinic."
"It's the best clinic in the region."
"I bet it's expensive too."
"You know how his parents are with money."
"Yeah. How do you think he's doing?"
"I don't know, I haven't heard much from him since he got here."
Footsteps crunched on the gravel path leading up to their bench, and Lynn prodded Cindy in the side. "We're about to find out."
Jareth walked up to them, and he looked skinnier than she remembered. Lynn frowned and said, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine, and you lost weight."
"Oh, that? I just haven't been hungry, that's all."
Cindy scooched closer to Lynn so she sat in the middle of the bench and then patted the spot next to her. "Sit."
A faint smile curled Jareth's lips. "Hi, Cindy. It's good to see you."
"It's good to see you too. How is it here? It looks nice enough."
"There's a lot of talking, you know, therapy and stuff. They ask about me, about my parents, about my friends..." He looked over at Lynn. "My girlfriend."
"Ex-girlfriend."
She'd said it in a soft voice, but Jareth still half-closed his eyes before he showed them the same faint smile from before. "Right. We've talked a lot about choices too, about why things are the way they are right now. I screwed up, but it's all okay, because I can turn it all around." He laughed a mirthless laugh and said, "I'm wasting my time here."
The two girls exchanged a glance and Cindy said, "It'll get better, you're not even halfway through the program."
"What do you even know? Look at you two. I'm in rehab, and my life's a complete mess, but the two of you barely even got grounded. The second I get out of this shithole, my dad wants to throw me in one of his crews to bust my ass digging holes and carrying around bricks or whatever those minimum wagers do on a construction site. It'll build character he said." Jareth shook his head and fell back into the cushions behind him. "That's how much better it'll get."
"It's not bad to do some honest work."
"And what do you know about that? All the money you spent came from me, remember? It's not like you did 'honest' work to get it, did you? Unless you count that kind of work."
A loud slap stirred up a few birds in the garden, and Cindy waved her hand to get rid of the stinging pain in her palm. "Damn, that hurt." Jareth opened his mouth to spill out more venom, but Cindy pointed at him, and he shut his mouth when she just about shoved her hand between his teeth. "Shut up, Jareth! I swear to God, any more of your shit, and I'm slapping you so hard they won't even recognize your face from your ass. Apologize right now! We're your friends, and we want to be here, but not like this."
Jareth stared at Cindy, his hand pressed to his glowing cheek. He turned his head towards Lynn and shrunk under the cold look in her eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. Lynn, I'm not... I'm not having a good time here."
Lynn shook her head and waved away Jareth's apology. "It's fine, just don't let it happen again. I don't care what you say, I still want to be friends, even though you're being a huge, gaping asshole right now."
"Gaping?"
The look on Jareth's face tickled Cindy, and she grinned. "She's right, you know, maybe you should put on a sweater so you don't catch a cold from the wind blowing in your gape."
A smile curled the corners of Jareth's mouth, different from before, and he held up his hands. "I'm sorry for being a gaping asshole, I'll try to clench up."
"I think that's enough of that?"
Cindy nodded and said, "Yeah, enough of the stuff before it too. Think you can do that, Jareth?"
"I'll try."
"Why don't you tell us about this place? We've still got an hour."
"There's not much here, just therapy rooms, the garden, and some fitness stuff. The food sucks here too."
Cindy shrugged. "Just tell us whatever, it doesn't matter."
"Fine."
The three of them laid back and talked while they stared at the fish in the pond. Jareth did most of the talking, and the girls kept up the conversation until there was nothing else to say. They got up together and walked to the front entrance to say goodbye, Jareth couldn't leave the complex yet. He took a deep breath and looked both girls in the eye, but he stopped at Lynn. He grabbed her hand and put his second hand on top of hers when she didn't pull back.
"Thank you for coming, Lynn, you and Cindy both. I'm sorry about... what happened at the start. I'm dealing with a lot of stuff, but today was nice, haven't had a good time in a while, and I just wanted to say that I miss you. You always had a way of cheering me up, and I still..." He squeezed and took a deep breath before he said, "I still love you, and I hope that after I get out of here, we can still try to be together."
Lynn put her free hand over Jareth's and peeled it off of hers. She balled his fingers up into a fist and put her small knuckles against his. "We can still be friends, but I don't think I can love you anymore. Stuff happened to me that made me realize that. I miss you too, you know? After you get out of here, we can hang out again."
Cindy wrapped her arms around them both and pulled the three of them into a group hug. "We'll be back another time."
"Yeah."
Jareth watched them leave from the complex's entrance before he turned around and shuffled back inside, his shoulders slumped.
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Lynn tapped her lips as she compared the two outfits Neil had prepared for her today. One was the mesh maid uniform she'd worn before, and she pressed harder against her lips when that night flashed through her head. She'd cum so hard, and their games hadn't been that intense since then, not that she was complaining though, she'd had lots of fun with Elise and Neil in the past weeks.
She shook her head and considered her other choice. The second outfit was a lot safer than the first. The white blouse matched well with the short black skirt, and there was a set of white lace lingerie along with white knee socks. A pair of serviceable black shoes with comfortable flat soles finished the outfit. She could picture a modern maid wearing something like this. Heels were sexy and all, but cleaning in them was a struggle.
Her eyes flicked back to the skimpy outfit, it wasn't even a contest. She stripped out of her clothes and as soon as the mesh brushed her skin again, her nipples turned hard, and a ripple of excitement rushed through her.
Neil didn't say a word when she clicked her heels into the living room. He let her get to work cleaning the place, but she knew he was keeping an eye on her, so she always had to look as sexy as possible to lure him over, because if she failed to get him interested, she'd go home with a needy pussy. She did everything she could think of: she bent at the waist, she pulled her panties tight between her cheeks to show off her ass, and she loosened the straps of her bra so one strap fell down her shoulder, flirting with the risk of revealing one of her perky little tits.
Her nipples were so hard they hurt, but she still hadn't gotten what she wanted after she'd cleaned most of the loving room, so she got on her hands and knees and crawled underneath the coffee table, but she just couldn't reach that last spot of dust, so she had to stretch, and it was getting so hard to stay in that position, so she couldn't help but groan and moan a little, louder and louder until the palm of Neil's hand slapped against her ass, and she moaned for real.
"Stop."
Lynn froze when Neil's voice sounded, and she stayed as she was, trapped under the coffee table, her ass barely covered by her tiny thong.
Neil clicked his tongue and said, "What am I supposed to do with you? I got you something decent to wear while you're working, but you insist on dressing up like a slut."
"No, I just-"
"I don't want to hear it, girl." He reached for her thong and pulled it tight between her cheeks, and he kept pulling until Lynn had no choice but to crawl out from underneath the coffee table to keep the fabric from digging into her pussy. She let out a soft moan, and Neil clicked his tongue again. "Looks like there's no use in me saying anything." He let go of her panties and laid his hand on her bare ass. "You should be punished for being a little slut."
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression, I promise!"
"So you don't want to get fucked?"
"I... don't make me lie, Sir."
"I wouldn't have believed you even if you lied."
Neil nudged her forward, and Lynn pressed her glowing cheek against the cool table top and set her hands to steady herself. "I'm ready, Sir."
"At least you know your place."
"I'm just a slutty maid, Sir, you can do whatever you want to me."
Neil snorted and his hand disappeared from the smooth curve of her ass. He brought it back down with a snap, and Lynn gasped when her body jolted forward. Her stomach tensed against the edge of the tabletop while the sharp sting flashed through her body. A second slap soon followed the first, but this time he spanked her other cheek, just as hard as the first one. Two slaps, and already her entire body had jolted to life.
"Why aren't you saying anything, girl?"
"I'm sorry for acting like a slut, Sir!"
