Harem House - Selene

Selene suddenly pointed forward. "Lookout!"

Kat's head snapped forward in time to see her headlights illuminate the tawny body of a deer. Slamming on the brakes, she knew she couldn't come to a complete stop in time. The car was going faster than she realized.

Kat released the brake and tried to swerve behind the deer instead, taking her headlights off it. The stag jumped away the moment it wasn't under the beams, and Kat tried to correct the car's direction, but she was too late.

The car's tire snagged the roadside dirt, yanking it into a ditch. Kat held the wheel as firmly as she could. She slammed on the brake again, but the force swung the trunk to the right. They heard gravel under the tires, a noise like a gunshot, and Katelyn retching from the sudden shifts in inertia.

Moments later, Kat, Rani, and Selene stared forward, panting. Katelyn lay with her head on the cushion, her feet on Rani's lap, her shoulder still dislocated. Vomit soiled the back of Selene's chair, the backseat floor, and a portion of the backseat.

Kat was still white-knuckling the steering wheel.

There was a slight buzzing noise from Selene, only detectable because of the total silence around them. Otherwise, they wouldn't have heard the app-controlled vibrator.

"Everybody okay?" Rani ventured after a minute of silence had elapsed.

Katelyn gave a moan from the backseat to indicate she was still in pain if anyone cared.

Selene took a deep breath and exhaled deliberately.

Kat started crying.

Selene didn't offer any words of comfort. This was one of those moments when tensions snapped. Kat needed time to move through them. Unfortunately, time was a luxury, with Katelyn's dislocated shoulder and inebriation weighing on Selene's anxiety. Their goal was to get her to the Urgent Care as quickly as possible. Now, they were sitting below a semi-rural road, looking across two lanes at an eight-point stag, indignant at having his evening stroll interrupted.

Selene watched as the stag huffed, the breath from his nostrils steaming the air beneath his snout. He turned and bounded away into the darkness.

Rani proffered a pack of tissues from her purse, and Selene took them, offering one to Kat. Kat took the tissue and blew her nose. She took another and wiped her face.

Kat exhaled, and her voice warbled when she spoke. "I'm sorry."

"Hey, it ain't your fault." Rani said. Her tone was as confident and assured as always. "We're all alive, and no one got injured."

She and Selene glanced at Katelyn.

"From that anyway." Rani amended. "When you're ready, we'll get back on the road and be okay."

Kat nodded. She took another deep breath and started toward the road. She pressed the gas, and the car lurched but went nowhere. Gravity tugged them toward the ditch. The vehicle tried to propel forward, but the dirt slid away with every rotation.

Kat smacked the steering wheel with her palm in frustration, which did not help.

The car pulled to the right, and Kat stopped rather than risk spinning the car into the divot of grass and dirt even further.

"Should we get out and push?" Selene asked.

Kat sighed. "I don't fucking know!"

Selene flinched.

"Hey." Rani spoke up from the backseat. "I'm gonna get out and see if I can push. Kat, you hit the gas again when I tell you, okay?"

Kat nodded.

Rani climbed out, relieved to escape the smell of Katelyn's mess. She moved to the trunk, checking the tires and looking around, and shook her head when she checked the passenger side.

"We've got a flat tire on your front passenger side!" Rani called out.

Kat groaned. "Of course we do."

"Hey, it could be worse." Selene tried to sound comforting, but discerning Kat's current mood, there was no right thing to say.

"Not helpful." Kat snapped. "Why did I let you talk me into this?"

Selene looked hurt. "We were trying to help your friend, remember?" She put emphasis on the 'your.' She didn't know or care about Katelyn. Kat did, and tonight was supposed to be for her benefit. That hadn't worked out like anyone planned.

"Should I call Master?" Selene asked.

Kat glared at Selene. "No. Don't call him. We can handle this ourselves."

Kat reached down and popped the trunk. She switched off the car and stepped out.

Rani was one step ahead of her, lifting the board under the trunk space to reveal the empty spot where a spare tire should be.

"Fuck."

"You don't have a spare?" Rani asked Kat, who was now standing next to her.

"The car is a hand-me-down from our mom." Kat explained. "I guess I never checked it before."

"Do you have a Triple A membership?" Rani asked.

"No, I don't have a Triple A membership." Kat mocked her.

"Sorry." Rani surrendered. "Just trying to be helpful. Should we call-"

"We're not calling Arthur." Kat said, defiant at this point. They were strong, independent women. They didn't need a man to come and save them, even if seeing Arthur ride up on a valiant steed would surely delight them.

"I was going to say a tow truck." Rani said.

Katelyn retched again. They still needed to deliver her to Urgent Care.

"And maybe an Uber?"

~~~

Arthur's fit-bit buzzed against his wrist, and he checked the timer. It was time to flip the laundry. Kelly, in her character of Megan the slutty maid escort, had finished cleaning the exciting tools and toys Arthur had in his briefcase and trunk. She asked questions when she didn't recognize something, like the spider gag or the leather body harness, and Arthur's patient answers intrigued and aroused her.

Right now, he was watching her micro-skirt lift and show off her lingerie. He glimpsed her white fishnet-clad ass as she hung the last of the rope over the curtain rod to dry.

"I'll be right back." Arthur announced as he stood up from the sofa.

Kelly, er Megan, looked alarmed. "Where are you going?" She asked.

"It's time to switch the laundry." Arthur said calmly.

She wore her black dress under the white lace apron when they put the laundry in. Now, all she had was her lingerie. She wore a black lace teddy under the white fishnets that rode high to her narrow waist. She accessorized with her gloves, heels, and black collar with a white silk ribbon bow. Over it all, she wore two strips of cheap satin, the top and skirt of a two-piece French maid lingerie. Between her plush bell-shaped tits and pert sculpted ass, they struggled to preserve her modesty.

The total effect was undeniably sexy. He couldn't allow her to go to the basement with him in that state. One of his neighbors might get nosy or do their laundry, too.

"That is my job, Master." Megan said. She returned to the room and adjusted the white silk gloves that ended just above her elbows. "I will go. You stay here and enjoy your whiskey."

She'd refilled his whiskey glass, and he'd only taken a sip.

"We'll both go." Arthur decided, recognizing that Kelly wanted to. Maybe the risk of getting caught excited her. Maybe not. They'd find out together. "If you must. But... would you still go if I told you to take off that skirt?"

Megan stopped mid-stride toward the back door and looked at him. She looked defiant, even as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and slid them down her legs. She stepped out of the silk micro-skirt in her black high-heeled shoes.

"And the top." Arthur said.

Megan still looked defiant but ripped the top off. He could now make out her hardened pink nipples at the end of her bell-shaped freckled breasts, still restrained by the sheer, strapless, black lace teddy she wore. She had to pull the neckline up to keep the lingerie on. Arthur enjoyed watching what the motion did to her breasts.

"And you still want to go downstairs?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Sir." Kelly said. "But I would ask for one favor."

"And what is that?" Arthur asked.

"That you allow me to wear my apron." Kelly gestured to the sheer white lace shoulder strap apron that lay draped across the arm of the sofa behind him. The lace wouldn't hide much, but it would be more modest than what she had now.

Arthur considered her suggestion. "And what will you give me in return for this boon?" He asked.

"You already have whatever you want from me, Sir. I am completely under your power." Megan assured him.

"And yet you defy me to go downstairs?" Arthur asked.

Megan continued to defy him. "The laundry is my responsibility, Sir. Not yours. I will do it."

Arthur seemed to reconsider and then turned. He picked up and offered the apron to her. Megan put on the lace. The white lace obscured her front, even if he could still make out what she was wearing. The lingerie apron offered no such protection or obscurement in the back, which Arthur appreciated as he followed her to the door.

He passed her, and reached the door first. Arthur opened the back door and stepped out onto the narrow landing. He stopped and raised his hand for Megan to stop inside. Then he froze and listened, his eyes and ears on high alert for the telltale squeaks on the stairs, doors opening, chattering between his neighbors, or other such warning signals. Tenants rarely used the back door to the building, but it happened. His neighbors seldom did laundry on Friday nights, but there was still a tiny chance.

Fortunately, no one was on the stairs or in the laundry room when they arrived.

Arthur watched as Megan changed the loads from the washers to the dryers. She bent over teasingly to catch his attention every time she neared the dryer. The teddy was practically a thong, from the hip-high panty lines to the narrow strip of sheer ebony material that disappeared between her cheeks. She even checked the lint traps and made a show of that. Then she stood aside and waited while Arthur put in the coins necessary to run the machines.

After he started the machines, she headed toward the stairs.

"Wait a moment." Arthur said, which caused her to stop. She obeyed, but she wasn't sure if Arthur was saying stop because he heard someone coming or wanted something.

He wanted something. He patted the top of a dryer and gestured for her to hop up. "Sit on the dryer." Arthur said.

Megan hesitated briefly before walking over to him, placing her hand on the machine's edge, and hopping up. She was strong, her body consisting entirely of hard muscular lines and soft curves, so the hop was easy for her.

"I want to reward you." Arthur said.

"For what, Sir?" Megan asked.

"For doing such a good job so far." Arthur said. She'd highly aroused him, and his patience reached his limit. He wanted to pleasure her and then take his pleasure with her.

Megan smiled at him. "Thank you, Sir, but... could you not better reward me upstairs?" Although not dirty, the laundry room was still a public space in the basement. There were no cameras, but the ever-present danger of neighbors loomed over them.

Arthur smiled. "Oh, we'll go upstairs soon." He assured her. "But I'm a little impatient."

"I can see that, Sir." Megan looked at his crotch, her gaze full of meaning. He was straining to burst through his slacks any moment now. "Would you like to help you with that?" She asked.

"Not yet." He decided. "First, your reward." And with that, he opened her legs by pushing her thighs apart. Then he lifted her apron and held the hem up to her breasts. "Hold this." He instructed.

Megan held the skirt of her apron by clamping her hands against her breasts, where Arthur put it.

Then Arthur pulled her forward, pulled aside the fishnets, ripped three cross sections with the hook of his finger, and pressed his knuckle against her as he did. Between the evening of teasing her arousal, the vibrations of the dryer, and the commanding way Arthur was now in control, she was eager. A few rubs of his knuckle parted her lips for him. He slid the narrow strap of her teddy aside. He lowered his mouth to her pussy lips and started kissing her there, using his tongue to wet and part her until he found what he was looking for.

Megan gasped and squeezed her breasts with her long, groping fingers, which only added to her pleasure. "Oh, Sir." She moaned and bit her lipstick-covered bottom lip. "Oh."

Arthur started slow and gentle, building momentum as he continued. He suckled and pressed with his tongue, swirling her between kisses that were little more than an excuse for his lips to massage her clit and labia.

Megan's response matched his pace. Her gentle breaths and breathy sighs of "Oh" turned into heaving breaths and cries of "Oh, God!"

He feasted on her, and she had no idea how he was even breathing. She lost herself in pleasure, and the world around them blurred around the edges. Megan lowered her hands to brace herself on the dryer and prevent her from sliding forward. She didn't know how long they took, whether seconds, minutes, or hours passed. She only knew that she cherished every twist of his tongue.

Megan ran her fingers through his hair and raked the back of his scalp with her nails whenever Arthur did something exceptionally well. She was clenching her legs and trying to hold back all too soon but relented. When her orgasm came, the spasms took her like the cresting of a ten-foot wave crashing against the rocks.

Her orgasm rolled through her, rising and falling, only to rise and fall again. She came, clenching her jaw to keep from screaming. But she failed in that endeavor. She wanted to scream Arthur's name, to let him know he was her world, nothing else existed but him, but what she cried instead through gritted teeth was: "MASTER!"

She panted in heavy breaths that did amazing things to her tits. Her teddy had slipped to show them off. Her apron skirt had fallen over the back of Arthur's head. Arthur pulled himself away after a few final kisses along her inner thigh. Emerging from under her apron, he wiped his face, and Kelly grabbed him, kissing him with more intensity than ever.

"That was amazing." She panted.

Arthur smiled and then froze as he clocked movement out of the corner of his eye. A young woman stood in the laundry room doorway, mouth agape. Not Arthur's downstairs neighbor, thankfully, but still someone who lived in the building, at the basement level, if he had to guess. She looked approximately college-age. Arthur wondered if she went to school with them.

He pulled Kelly off the dryer and placed her behind him, blocking her from view as he put himself between her and the door. She fixed her costume enough to cover herself and placed one arm across her tits and her other hand in front of her bush.

Arthur wondered how long she'd been standing there, but however long, she'd seen more than Arthur would have liked.

"Guys actually do that?!?" The woman asked.

"Uh..." Arthur wasn't sure what to say. "Sorry. We just got carried away and-"

"Ugh!" The young woman turned away, ignoring everything Arthur was trying to say. "My boyfriend fucking sucks!" They heard a door slam closed, and the girl was gone.

Arthur's expression turned mortified. He turned to Kelly to apologize, but Kelly was inconsolable with laughter. She was bent double, laughing, wheezing, and cackling as she reached out to grip Arthur for support. She was crying, laughing so hard. Arthur had to wonder if this was a nervous reaction. Or maybe she spotted some amusement in what happened that he didn't. His heart was still pounding in his chest rapid-fire. For now, all he could do was hold on to her, put his arm over her, and try to calm her down.

It took time, but eventually, she spoke.

"That poor girl." She wheezed. "Should you offer to show her boyfriend how to do it?" She cackled. Gone was the melodious, lilting laughter he knew from Kelly. Here was Megan's uninhibited gut-punching laughter, which made him smile as he shook his head.

"Come on. Let's get you upstairs." Arthur said.

Kelly laughed as she straightened up and let Arthur lead her out of the laundry room. If any of their neighbors heard her giggling as they climbed the rear stairwell, none of them appeared. Arthur's fit-bit buzzed as he closed his back door behind them and turned the latch to lock it.

"I'm sorry we got caught." He told Kelly, whose laughter had died down to a silent chuckle.

"I'm fine." She assured him. "I'm fine. I didn't mind getting caught. It was kind of hot."

"You weren't embarrassed?" Arthur asked, surprised.

"Embarrassed?" Kelly asked, surprised. "Now that it's happened... no, I wasn't. It didn't feel like we should be. I felt like she appreciated our showing off. She could have left if she didn't enjoy what she saw, after all. Besides, I work hard for this body. I enjoy showing off the fruit of my labor."

Arthur nodded. That made sense. He recognized the sentiment within himself. He enjoyed showing off at the beach or the pool over the summer. Showing off the results of his hard work over the years made him feel appreciated. He was like any sculptor who might enjoy showing off their work.

"Still. I'll be more careful next time." Arthur assured her.

"Can't blame you for not hearing her with my thighs over your ears or seeing her with my apron over your head." Kelly shrugged. "What's wrong?" She asked as Arthur checked his fit-bit and saw his expression change.

He had three missed calls, all from Selene. Not texts. Calls.

"I'm not sure." Arthur shook his head. He walked over to his phone. Three missed calls and one voicemail. "Uh... we need to take a small break." Arthur said. "There are water bottles in the fridge. You should probably crack one open."

"Yes, Sir." Kelly said. She smiled at him and walked away to the kitchen. She was still in too good a mood to think anything genuinely terrible could be wrong.

Arthur listened to the voicemail. "Master, it's Selene." The message began.

"Are you calling him?" He heard Rani's voice in the background. "We're fine!" She protested.

Selene's voice cut in again. "We, uh... need some help. Katelyn got a little too drunk, and she got thrown from the mechanical bull. She hurt her arm, so we were taking her to the hospital, and Kat almost hit a deer. The car's okay, but she had to swerve off-road, and we popped a tire, so we're stuck. Can you come get us?"

Arthur was already grabbing his jacket and keys when Kelly returned to the room with a water bottle for herself and one for him. Seeing him ready to leave, she realized something was wrong.

"What's going on?" Kelly asked.

"The girls are in trouble. They nearly hit a deer and popped a tire." He explained, leaving Katelyn out of his relay of information for the moment.

"Can't they call triple A or something?" Kelly asked. "Or fix it themselves?" Much less panicked than Arthur was. She pouted, wanting to play more and worry over others less.

Arthur stopped, looking surprised. "I don't know if they have a spare." He said. "Or if any of them know how to change a tire."

"My dad taught me to change a tire when I was twelve." Kelly shook her head. "And how to change my oil."

Arthur chuckled. "Mine didn't, but I learned how when my car broke down a few years back." He sighed. "I'm sorry, but they called me for help, and--" He realized he hadn't told her about Katelyn. "There's one other thing..." He pulled up his phone. "Here, you should just listen to the message."

He played the voicemail for her on speaker, and Kelly smacked Arthur's arm. "You could have told me Katelyn was hurt! Come on! I'll drive." She said, talking as she stormed over to her purse and grabbed it. "I've had less to drink than you."

"Uh... You're..." Arthur gestured to all of her, making Kelly look down at herself and realize what she was and wasn't wearing.

Kelly sighed. "Call Selene and tell her we're on the way." She tore off the lace apron, grabbed her black dress, and threw it on. Getting redressed was a struggle, and Kelly zipped up angrily. She looked disheveled but modest enough to be seen without someone realizing the outfit was a costume, so long as she didn't wear the apron.