Summary of Pixie Story No. 2:
A week to the day after Suzie walked in on Pixie just a moment after she'd blown Neil, the manager for a day off, embittered Suzie makes her move. She arranges a meeting after work and reveals to Pixie and Neil her intention to blackmail them both. In return for her silence, every Friday after work Suzie plans to dominate and humiliate them. Suzie is obsessed over what she witnessed and painstakingly makes them recreate the moment. She humiliates Neil for not respecting her and Pixie for allowing herself to be manipulated by Neil. The control Suzie has starts to affect her in ways she didn't expect and she struggles to control her feelings of attraction and disdain for Pixie. She takes some compromising photographs to ensure her power over them. Suzie then leaves to gather her thoughts about what has happened and what she plans to do next. Pixie throughout has been unsure what it all means but ultimately assumes it to be a game, a game of Master & Servant. With Suzie gone Neil assumes control. He takes a seat and makes Pixie kneel before him.
The Story Continues...
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"Do you honestly have any idea what you're getting yourself into Pix?"
Mandy took a big sip of chardonnay as she tried to make sense of all Pixie had told her about the last three weeks of her life.
Mandy was Pixie's best friend and Pixie was an open book to her, no subject was off limits nor would any detail be skipped or altered. She told her without hesitation or embarrassment of the reason why she agreed to blow Neil, her manager. It was for the Saturday morning off so that she and Mandy could have the big night on the town they'd planned for that Friday.
She told of how Neil had explained it all to her, how it was a fair and perfectly reasonable trade. She told of how Suzie had walked in on them and left it a week before she'd said anything. How Suzie had made a game of it, a game of Master & Servant. How Suzie was angry with Neil and just wanted to have a little fun with him. She wanted to get even because he had gotten her to cover reception a few times which she was right to feel was beneath her. She had just got mixed up in Suzie and Neil's quarrel but she didn't mind it all that much and anyway she liked blowing Neil, she thought him a nice guy. It was harmless she said, he was separated from his wife, she was single, it made him really happy and she enjoyed herself, so where was the problem? Suzie had also asked her, to give him head and had watched them both intensely while she did it. She admitted that was weird but again, what harm did it do? It didn't feel sordid or anything with her watching, she was so focused on doing her best that she almost forgot Suzie was even there.
She liked the game Master & Servant having read about it in books but she hadn't played it before. She hadn't known the rules at first, which made her confused, like when Suzie kissed her neck and fondled her breast. But that only happened because Pixie had failed to say what was out of bounds before the game had begun. She trusted Suzie completely and was sure it was just a bit of fun and nothing to worry about. She realised she was indulging their whims but she didn't feel exploited or anything because she was, after all, playing the part of a servant and being ordered about was what a servant was meant to do, right? She didn't do anything she didn't want to and if she did object to something it was usually over a misunderstanding on her part and once Suzie explained it (she was so good at that) in simple language it was always fine. Ultimately it was just a little fun in the office after hours. Nothing to worry about, 'an experience' was what she called it.
The more Pixie talked the more concerned Mandy got. Mandy had known Pixie for years. She had been Mandy's younger sister Melanie's best friend at school, but they had always got on. When Pixie was about seventeen their friendship had truly solidified. Melanie wasn't the going-out type (it was as if she'd never got over the 'grumpy-teenager' phase), whilst Mandy was the wild one of the family and she found herself with increasing frequency out with Pixie drinking and dancing till the trains started running again. Mandy was four years older than Pixie and felt very protective of her. She wondered how a girl who she knew to be so experienced in some ways could be so naive in others.
"I think this Suzie sounds like a Psycho lesbian bitch if you ask me." This was Mandy's succinct conclusion after Pixie had filled her in on all that had happened. "She and that prick Neil, Pix they're using you, can't you see that? You've got to get out of this seriously before it gets you into more trouble." Mandy reached into her bag for her cigarettes. "Come outside with me while I have a smoke. I bloody need it after hearing what you've been up to!"
They stood under the awning of Gordon's Wine Bar down by The Thames. A recent shower had stained the pavement and the dark November sky promised more of the same. Pixie didn't smoke but huddled next to Mandy for body heat not minding the long ribbon of smoke that trailed from the tip of Mandy's cigarette and hung just before Pixie's face, like a veil.
"Mand, I don't think I've explained it well" said Pixie jokingly, trying to lighten the mood.. She moved her hand through the smoke and watched it melt away into the air.
"You've explained it perfectly. You're being exploited and treated like a fucking doll by two manipulating pervert arseholes."
"Oh Mand!" Pixie laughed, "It's really not like that. I mean I don't pretend to understand all the ins and outs of it but then I've never been one for understanding all the details."
"True, I'm your friend and I love you but honestly, you've never been the sharpest tool in the box."
"I just like to take my time and think about things is all, I'm not slow or thick or anything, really."
"Pix, you don't realise a guy fancies you unless he's got his dick out and is asking you to wank him off!"
"That's not true!"
"It fucking is, I've seen it a million times. All I'm saying is just that I don't understand how things have got to this point, where you're a fucking sex slave for some lesbian nymphomaniac!"
"What's a nymphomaniac?" Pixie scrunched up her nose.
"Might as well be a German car as far as you know, right? The new BMW Nympho!"
Some boozed up office types down the other end of the smoking area sniggered at Mandy's last remark. She glared at them and their red faces fell as they turned away.
"And for the record Mand, I'm the servant, not a sex-slave. You make it sound like a bad thing."
"It is a bad thing. Get that into your stupid head. I just wonder why of all people this had to happen to you. I find myself wondering, did you do something to bring this upon yourself?" Mandy said condescendingly.
Pixie said nothing. Mandy looked at her, she seemed suddenly to have diminished in size. She looked so helpless and small. Her hair in a messy blonde bob, that thick knit canary yellow sweeter, those tight jeans and the bright blue raincoat with the big cream buttons that made it look as if it were for a child. A wave of guilt rose in her heart, she felt guilty and cruel for being so harsh with her. She drew her in and gave her a big hug. As Mandy pulled away she pointed at Pixie and said half-teasing "I've got it. It's those fucking tits, I told you not to get them. See what happens when you don't listen to me?"
Pixie laughed and looked at her coquettishly. "You love them really." She said sticking out her tongue. Mandy did the same mockingly and pulled a face. Pixie always had a way of making her do silly things like that.
A friendly silence fell between them as Mandy's cigarette ended and she pushed it through the slit on the square bin on the wall. Pixie wondered whether to tell her more or if it would only end up upsetting her and make her angry again.
She hesitated for a moment then asked shyly, "Do you want me to tell you what happened at the office last night, or would you rather not know?"
"What, there's more! Geez Pix I think I'll need another glass of wine and ten more cigarettes before I can stand to hear another fucking word." She fished amongst the contents of her bag and brought out a well-used red leather snap purse. Mandy extracted a crumpled note. "Here, go buy us two of the biggest glasses of white wine twenty quid can muster, all right? While you're gone I'll try and compose myself before I loose my rag and decide to track down those scumbags Neil and Suzie and kick their fucking heads in." A flame flashed into life as Mandy lit her second cigarette.
"Only if you're sure, I don't want to spoil our evening."
"It's not spoiling my evening silly, it's just you know me. I get annoyed at bullshit."
"It's not bullshit Mand, it's my life."
