NIKKI
I stood under the shower of Ashley's small bathroom, letting the warm water soothe me as it cascaded down my body. I loved New York's culture, but it was a city only the rich could afford. Ashley probably had a six-figure salary, which would have been more than enough to live lavishly anywhere else in the U.S., but it is poor people's income in New York.
I got out of the shower, mulling over the day's events.
She has something.
I caught a glimpse of it when she was face-fucking her ex-boyfriend. I couldn't put my finger on it, but lurking beneath the sweet and somber demeanor was maybe something dark, something raw.
I just had to find a way to draw it out of her.
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ASHLEY
"When you say that you want to change, what do you mean exactly?" Nikki asked, sitting beside me in her bathrobe, freshly showered.
"I want to be better. I want more.... from life, I guess," I said timidly.
Nikki scooted closer to me, taking my hand in firm hands.
"Ash, if you really want to change, then you have to accept everything you are right now," she said, leaning in.
I took a deep breath. "I... When I was doing it with Simon's mouth, you know, I was... I was empty, you know. Like I was holding nothing in, there was no filter, and it felt so good, so light. I felt like what I have always wanted to feel."
"And what was that, Ash?"
"Active, alive, you know. Not being bound by societal norms, letting it all out, and just doing it my way. And, bending everything to fit my way," I said, letting it all out.
"True confidence. True power," she said.
"Yes, that," I whispered.
"I'll help you, Ash," she said, "I'd train you. But you'll have to give me something."
"What do you want?"
She cupped my face in her hands, "Changing your character is hard, Ash. Think about it. You are trying to modify what you have been all of your life. Your character is like hard iron, you can't reshape it much just by hammering it. You have to melt it and mold it into a shape that you want. And that will be painful. Your mind will resist, it will ask you to stop, and I can ensure that you don't. If you give me what I want."
"Which is what exactly?" I asked, puzzled by her intense talk.
"Leverage, sweetie, leverage. I want the keys to your life. I want you to hand over all of your assets to me. Your salary, bonuses, investments, gold and diamonds, every penny in your bank account, all of it."
I took her hands and removed them from my cheeks, baffled by what she had just asked me to do. I stood up and paced back and forth in the living room.
"So let me get this straight. You want everything I own, so you can have leverage over me and threaten me with it if I change my mind and try to stop?"
"If you ask me to stop and I feel like we should, we will stop. But ultimately it will be at my discretion" she replied calmly.
"So basically, you want me to be your slave," I said, laughing.
"No Ash, I don't want you to be my slave. I want you to trust me."
"Trust you? I don't know you. Heck, I don't even fucking like you," I snapped.
"Yeah, then why did you ask me to help you?"
"I wanted suggestions, Nikki. Tips. Advice. I didn't know that you'd go full psycho slave-owner on me," I said.
"It doesn't work that way," she said.
"I have work tomorrow. I'm going to go to bed and forget about this ridiculous conversation," I said, walking towards my bedroom.
"Sweet dreams, sis," she said.
"Yeah," I muttered, slamming the door behind me.
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I lay in bed thinking of Nikki's ridiculous offer. My rational mind screamed the list of all the preposterous implications.
What if she asked me to stop eating for a week because she thought I was fat? What if she told me to quit my job? Or run naked on the street with everyone looking at my juicy fake tits, my tight body, and my glistening pussy craving attention? What if she wanted me to fuck my dumb boss in front of the whole office, as I scream profanity and demand to be fucked harder, to be filled to the brim with cum, and get plastered with layers upon layers of their thick loads? What if she asks me to seduce their wives and make them submit to me, ask them to leave their husbands, and turn them into my plaything? What if she decided to treat me like she treated Simon, like a worthless piggy whore who wants nothing but to serve her, and swim in the ocean of pleasure?
I woke up suddenly, disoriented. It was still dark outside. My right hand was tucked in my panties. I heard a banging on the door.
"You sleep like a child, you know that?" Nikki said as I opened the door.
"It's 4 A.M. Nikki. What the fuck do you want?" I mumbled.
"Get ready. We're going on a trip," she said, excited.
"I have to be at work in a few hours, Nikki," I said, yawning.
"Call in sick."
"I'm going back to sleep," I said, stumbling back towards the bed.
Nikki grabbed me gently by the shoulders and walked me out of the room and into the bathroom.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I cried but didn't resist her vigorously.
"Please," she said, handing me my toothbrush. I took it and frowned. "Please, please, please," she said, drawing out the word, and pouting like a bubbly anime girl. It moved me a bit.
"Don't make that face. You look weird," I said.
"We'll fly private," she said.
"We're flying?"
"Yes."
"Fine," I relented, "but you don't get to boss me around. And you tell me everything. And we get back if I say so. Or I promise you I'll never see my face again," I said.
"Deal," she said with a wide smile.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"I'll tell you in the car. We have to be at LaGuardia by six," she said, walking back into the Living room.
