Everyone takes a snack break--at least, it's
supposed
to be a snack break. When Jin brings out three slices of yet-uneaten birthday cake, Candy gets the idea to smear frosting all over Honey's tits and lick and bite and suck it off. And while that's happening, Reya sneakily produces some birthday candles and drips hot wax down Honey's back--the heat feels like it's melting right through her skin and singeing her nerves, and soon Honey is panting and holding onto Candy's shoulders for dear life. She's perfectly ready to fuck again in her mind, but her legs disagree; they collapse into a jellied mess and send her to the floor, whimpering.
All four women get in the shower together. It's not necessarily a good idea, given that this shower is meant to comfortably fit two people, maximum, but it leads to quite a lot of satisfactory rubbing and squishing, sharing suds and grunts as elbows go into stomachs and backs. And then everyone tumbles into bed like naked peas in a pod--the same bed that Honey soaked with her juices, so they have to strip off the sheets and toss the absorbent pad onto the floor--and Honey finds herself lying on her side, wedged somewhere between Jin's armpit and Candy's tit. Reya falls asleep first, as everyone can tell by the snoring that escapes her despite the nasal strip stuck onto the arch of her nose. Paradoxically, the sound immediately lulls Jin to sleep, and she passes out face-down with an arm tossed over Reya's hair. Candy seems less interested in sleep than continuing to torment her box-girl; she's put Honey's wrist cuffs back on her, probably to make her more helpless as she pokes and squeezes all over her bruised, vulnerable flesh. Honey squirms and bites her lip for Candy for what feels like half an hour, then Candy's muffled giggles fade as she, too, is defeated by sleep. Honey gratefully follows her lead just a few moments after.
...When Honey wakes up, she doesn't know what time it is. She has to prop herself up on an elbow to look out the window, confirming to herself that the sky is still dark with night. No one else is up or even stirring; maybe Honey is awake because of one of the performance enhancers she took as prep for the 24-hour shift, or maybe she's just being her regular nocturnal self. Say, her shift is supposed to last 24 hours since her time of arrival, how long has it been? Honey makes it her mission to find out, creeping off the bare mattress and tiptoeing out of the bedroom, holding the chain between her cuffs to keep it from jingling.
She locates a digital clock atop the oven in the kitchen; it's somewhere around three a.m. Alright, so she's been in this house for about twelve hours--half her rental period. She's secretly elated that she won't be leaving her new mistresses anytime soon. She doesn't think she's had this much fun in... well, ever.
She's feeling peckish, so she opens the girls' refrigerator. Maybe that's unprofessional of her, but she thinks she deserves to treat herself after how good she's been. She's still bent over, the cold shelves blasting light on her face, when a voice behind her says, "You know it's rude to raid other people's fridges, right?"
Honey pauses. She turns around, one hand holding an uncovered plate of cake, the other covered in frosting that she's been licking off her fingers. She's been caught by Candy, who has her blond hair puffed and tangled up to reveal brunet roots and is wearing a huge T-shirt that ends enticingly at the very tops of her thighs. Honey blinks, licking some cream off her lip. "Oops...?" she offers.
Candy responds with a spank to her exposed pussy; Honey
eep!
s as she shoots upright, managing to steady the plate of cake even while her elbow hits the refrigerator door. Candy laughs and turns on a light.
"Come on, you'll get cavities if you keep eating cake. Sit down and let me make you something. I'm a waitress at Deena's Diner down the street, and the cook taught me how to make a mean grilled cheese."
Honey sits at the dining table and finishes her pilfered cake as Candy slaps some butter and toast onto a pan. The box-girl's eyes keep straying to the hem of Candy's sleep shirt--each time Candy moves, it ripples over the swell of her ass like it's going to let Honey have a peek. Eventually, it's more than lechery that keeps Honey staring at her new mistress; she realizes she hasn't really
talked
to Candy a lot, and her knowledge of the birthday girl's tastes is limited to the sexual and sadistic. That's not bad, but it does make Honey achingly curious. As Candy brings the sandwich over, Honey asks, "How did you and Reya and Jin end up living together?"
"I tutored Jin in college. Then we met Reya at a dungeon party." In one smooth movement, Candy sits beside Honey and swaps the almost-empty plate of cake with the grilled cheese. Honey pouts a little--there's a cream-covered strawberry on the plate she'd been saving--and Candy giggles knowingly, then pops the strawberry into her mouth. "What about you?" she asks, a little dab of cream on her lip.
Honey blinks. "Me?"
"Yeah, you, cutie. What's your deal? I heard this is your first time as a box-girl--is that actually true, or is it just something they say to jack up the price?"
"No, it's true." Honey puffs her cheeks and blows on her sandwich, trying to cool it down faster.
"Wasn't it scary? Having your first time be a whole 24 hours in a stranger's house?"
Honey stops blowing. She pauses.
"...Yes, but that's why I asked for it."
One of Candy's square eyebrows goes up.
"Elaborate."
"Only if you get me a glass of milk."
Candy snickers as she heads to the fridge. By the time she returns, Honey is taking a bite out of her grilled cheese. It's just barely on the wrong side of scalding, but that just makes it tastier.
"Okay, I got you your milk, now gimme my story. Why'd you ask for such a demanding first session?"
Honey sips her milk and clears her throat. "It's... related to why I decided to be a box-girl at all. I have really bad anxiety, if you'd believe it. It was bad enough in college, but when I tried to work a job... something was always wrong, and it was always my fault. I didn't hear a drink order right, I took a package to the wrong building, I typed an extra zero and suddenly I was signing a paper saying the company would take the difference out of my paycheck. Eventually I was just the girl with shaky hands and pit stains throwing up in trash cans all the time. Maybe I made it worse by psyching myself out, I don't know. But it was like, I would clock in, and suddenly everyone around me was speaking a foreign language. And in entry-level jobs, they never tell you
why
you're doing something, they just tell you to do it--I just couldn't connect the dots fast enough to get things done at the same time as everyone else."
Candy nods along, leaning her head on one hand. Honey stops talking to eat some of her sandwich before it gets cold--and maybe to waste Candy's time a little. She likes the way the birthday girl's chin scrunches when she's impatient. It occurs to Honey that she's said more consecutive words in the last five minutes than she has in twelve hours; her vocal cords are even a little dry, like they're complaining from underuse. She's not entirely sure how Candy flipped the tables on her like this, but the she seems to be listening with genuine interest, so Honey keeps talking.
"When a camgirl friend asked me to stream with her and split the profits, I kinda said yes out of desperation. She said it was fine if I got nervous, I could pillow princess while she dommed me and never do it again. But I got on the bed with her, the chatroom lit up, and I just... chilled the fuck out. I didn't feel lost; there was a person in front of me I could read and respond to, and if I ever felt like,
what next
, I could just look at what the audience was saying. Sex, sex makes
sense
