Kyleen boredly turned "Antiques Road Show" off.
Ky felt her phone beeping with texts from her former submissive...
Maripat--the poor idiot back in Smeaton.
Maripat who had been affectionately called "Livermush" by Mistress Kyleen was really going through withdrawal...
Offering Ky money or a trip to Paris...
Maripat could afford it--she was the vocalist for "Yasmine Jasmine and Paul"... and so much more. But Ky would never return to Maripat. The gig here was too sweet.
Now Synthia and the Cow were out shopping, or something. They were supposed to get lobster for dinner.
Well, for Kyleen and Synthia and Jonathan, when he dropped by.
The Cow didn't need a lot of lobster.
Kyleen was going to give Lourdes a bowl of Quaker Oats, and she'd eat it and like it.
She'd better.
The door opened and Synthia walked in, dropping the keys to the Cow's Mercedes in a little bowl.
Behind her, lumbering under five grocery bags, was Lourdes.
Synthia came into the living room and sat in the recliner, grinning at Kyleen.
"We went to Skip's Dock to get the lobsters, but Lourdes had a little accident."
Kyleen watched Lourdes walking around in the kitchen, and heard some squelching.
"Before we went into the store, we went out on the dock, the Cow wanted to show me a boat, and I kinda tripped her."
"Good thing she can swim" Kyleen chuckled.
"Yup. It was like Shamu the Killer Whale.
Every time Lourdes tried to climb up the dock out of the water, I pushed an oar in her stomach and she fell in again."
Kyleen began laughing at the image.
Synthia shouted. "Lourdes, make Ky and me a couple of Mojitos. But take those wet clothes off."
"I-I should go change, Synthia?"
"No, don't bother. Come out here in your unfortunate birthday suit."
Kyleen snorted.
A few minutes later, Lourdes, wearing only an apron, came and brought the girls each a drink.
Hispanic but pale and albino...the older woman's shoulders slumped as she squinted at the young women through her red-tinted glasses.
Ky spotted a cigarette burn on Lourdes's left breast...that was a gas-that night.
"Did I tell you that you could wear an apron?" Synthia slammed her drink on the coffee table.
"N-No. But when you cook, the stove--"
"What, you afraid you're going to get those saggy tits burned? Did you put the lobsters in the pot?"
"Not yet. I was working on the potatoes."
"Maybe I should dip your tits in the boiling water. Make you scream. Last weekend, remember Ky?
I threw my coffee on Fatty's tits and she howled like a rabid pig."
Kyleen was about to roll a joint to enjoy with her Mojito, but paused to watch Synthia confront the Cow.
Synthia rose from the recliner, her tits bouncing in the striped crop top.
Walking up to the older woman, Synthia ripped the apron off, standing back as Lourdes held her hands together and stared at the carpet.
"What are you looking at...look me in the eye!"
Synthia gave Lourdes a roundhouse slap, and Lourdes fell back.
"S-Synthia, you told me not to look you in the eye. It's disrespectful, you said."
"It's a woman's prerogative to change her mind, dumbass. But maybe you're right.
If you have the apron on, you might not make our male guests toss their cookies when they come.
Actually, I have a better idea.
Go in the kitchen and cut eye holes and a mouth hole in one of the bags and put it on your head."
At six o'clock, Jonathan opened the door.
"Ky, Synthia? I'm here."
Jonathan was taking a bartending course at the community college, where he'd met Synthia.
He thought Syn was really hot with her dyed pink hair and 32 C's.
"Hey there, Jonathan!" Synthia walked into the hall and greeted Jonathan with a kiss.
"You remember my roommate Kyleen, right?"
Jonathan waved at Kyleen, who was playing with an Xbox..."Naughty Bear" or something.
"This is my other roommate, Bag-Face."
Jonathan stood in the dining room and looked down at what appeared to be a brown bag attached to a kneeling, dead white...flabby and pudgy form.
God women look gross when their stomach and the crotch area pooch out.
But fuck, the Bag-whatever was naked. And kneeling in the dining room.
"Want some head?" Synthia grinned at Jonathan.
