Sunny Park Ch 03

Sunday Faith had gone to church in Los Frisco, and picked up her car after. Sunday night she went back to eat fast food tacos for dinner, and attend evening services. It wasn't her denomination, but it was better than being godless. She also picked up some chase romance books to read, the kind where no hanky panky would go on before the couple got married - and that would end when the couple got married, so the hanky panky was implied, and no doubt for the purpose of procreation.

At four on Monday afternoon Faith heard a knock on her door. She put down her book, and parted the curtains slightly so she could peek out her living room window to see who it was.

A woman in black stood on her doorstep. Long black gown, with a slit up the side and another in the front. Black hair, black lipstick. Faith recognized her as Cynthia, the woman who thought it was edgy to be called "Sin" or maybe it was just "Cyn." Faith supposed she should answer the door.

By Sunny Park standards, Cynthia was modestly dressed, even if the V in the front did go all the way to her navel.

"Hello, may I help you?" Faith asked, not opening the door so far that it could be misinterpreted as an invitation to come in.

"Greetings," Sin said. "I have a date with your cousin, and I wondered if I could borrow a few things."

"A bra?" Faith suggested. "One of mine might fit."

Faith laughed. "I'm not going to wear a bra with this dress," she said.

"Well, you could wear a different dress," Faith pointed out. And really, she should, although Faith doubted whatever else she chose would be any improvement. That wasn't a judgement on Cynthia, per se, although the first time Faith had met her the phrase "cups runneth over" went through her head. The women of Sunny Park just had no proper sense of modesty. And the men were weak slaves to their own base desires. Better to stay inside and read a book.

"I could but I won't. No, I wanted to borrow a few things of your aunt's. Unless you're using them tonight?"

Things of her aunt's. "What sort of things?"

"Just a few things. Nothing hardcore. Just a taster, you understand. Unless... well, it would be great if we could borrow the whole room."

Faith blanched. "The room." She knew full well what room she meant, although she'd managed to keep that door closed ever since discovering it the first time.

"Mistress Callan's dungeon."

Faith shook her head. "I won't be loaning anything from that room, Cynthia. I do not wish to be an accessory to any depravity."

"I wasn't planning on you being an accessory," Sin said. "But if you want to do it with us, I'm game. I'd have to ask Toby."

"I said - did you just suggest - I, no, no, no."

Sin smirked. "Just playing with you." She paused, and dropped her gaze to Faith's chest. "You know, you have lovely curves under there. I think. Mind if I feel? You can feel mine."

"I am not a sodomite!" Faith said.

"I wasn't offering to fuck your ass," Sin pointed out. "Just a little groping. Doesn't even have to be a lezzie thing."

"This conversation is ended," Faith said firmly.

Sin sighed. "Well, I was trying to be friendly. I'll go buy my own, I guess - but Maggie was always so generous. I bet April's Toys is doing a great business now." She turned to go.

Good riddance, thought Faith, and then she had a thought. She might help keep Toby from sinking further into depravity, and she did not want to miss her chance. "Cynthia," she called.

Sin turned. "Yes? You want to sell them to me?"

Faith shook her head, although it would get rid of them. Still, it seemed wrong to profit off of such things. "No, there was something else. I did want to inform you that I think you're barking up the wrong tree with my cousin."

"Oh?"

"Yes. I think he's already rather close to my neighbor, Gloria. But that's not all."

"Hmm?"

"I saw him with a pink haired woman, the other night."

"Dolly?"

"If that's her name."

"About forty, super MILFy?" Sin said, tracing some rather generous curves in the air.

"An older woman, yes. She has her hooks in him."

Faith laughed. "I bet she taught him a thing or two."

"That is precisely what I'm afraid of. Anyway, you see, he's already involved with two women. He's not taking

you

at all seriously. If you like, I'll help you come up with an excuse. Nothing false, of course. I know." Faith was willing to make the ultimate sacrifice. "You could tell him that you just decided to stay in with one of the girls, because you have a little headache. And then you could come here and watch a movie with me, so it wouldn't be a lie."

"I don't have a headache. But are we talking like a porno?"

"Of course not!" What was wrong with her, that she thought that.

Sin laughed. "You are too easy, girl. Brideshead revisited?"

"Perhaps that, yes," said Faith, relieved. There was, she supposed, a difference between a bad sense of humor and a bad person.

"Let's see, boring PBS show or hot sex with your cousin." Sin looked like she was considering.

"Premarital sex is a sin," Faith pointed out.

"So it is!" Sin said. "And I'm a Sin, too. Perfect. Sorry, girlfriend, but I have a prior commitment. Keeping commitments is important. Thanks, anyway. See you around!"

With that, Sin started walking away. And then, she turned around again.

"If you wanna watch, that's totally fine!" she yelled.

Faith sighed. It was so hard to do good in this place. She shut the door, and went to look in the fridge. She'd have to cook herself dinner again. After just a few days, even with having tacos yesterday, she was already dreading cooking. It would be one thing if she had a husband to cook for, but just cooking for herself? Ugh.

There was another option.

She sighed, and went to the closet. Aunt Margaret's clothes were there, and they probably would fit her. Meg was a little taller, and a little less well endowed, so the short skirts would be even shorter, and the tight tops would be even tighter. But there still might be something that would work, and that wouldn't be too indecent.

She found a dress with a high neck and squeezed into it. It was ridiculously tight in the bust, and left her shoulders bare, but properly adjusted it didn't show any side boob. The hem was too short, but if she kept tugging on it she felt it covered. It was green, which was not her color, and very stretchy, which meant it hugged every curve. It would probably show panty lines, but there was no way she was wearing a short skirt without very robust panties beneath them. It was backless, and that meant a bra-strap showing. She tried without, but she needed the support to stop from bouncing all over the place, and in any case her nipples distended the fabric disgracefully. A beige bra, she decided, wouldn't be too very noticeable. She hoped.

My mother would be scandalized if she knew I was even thinking of going out in this.

She did, in a very slutty way, look rather good in it, she thought. As good or better than most of the tramps in Sunny Park in their trashy outfits. Being a lady shows, she decided, no matter what you end up wearing.

Toby had not gone to church on Sunday. He had gone to a bar, and chatted up a very pretty girl who had talked him into buying her drinks, which meant he had a few himself. And another few. And a few after that. He didn't, after all, want to admit that a British girl named Sammy who couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and twenty pounds or so could drink him under the table.

As a result, he woke up with a headache Monday, but he was no longer in denial about his alcohol tolerance. He got up too late for breakfast with Gloria and Bill, so he went to the beach and watched the girls while his headache cleared up. The beach was a good place, because while it had its own regulars, he really hadn't gotten to know any of them. He didn't want to talk about what had happened. By dinner time he felt human, which was a good thing, because he had a date.

He went home, showered, got dressed, and headed for the dining hall. When he got there, Sin waved to him.

"Come sit with us!" she called out.

He walked over to the table. Bill and Jack were already seated there, as was Dolly, and Bill's secretary Amber, a slender blonde who he had last seen when she picked him up from the airport. The table seated six, so he finished the group. Judging from the fact that Sin's purse was on the seat, she'd been saving it for him.

Dolly stood up, and he kissed her. It felt funny doing it in front of Sin, especially given that he was going out with her later, but he was pretty sure Dolly would insist on the full greeting regardless. Dolly full tits were half displayed by a deep neckline, and he was pretty sure he wore no bra, so he boldly slipped his hands inside her top and checked his hypothesis. He confirmed it, and by the time he was done he'd teased Dolly's nipples so that they made sharp points in the dress.

"Mmm, yes, now that's what I call a proper grope," Dolly said, grabbing his ass.

When she released him, he sat between Dolly and Sin, with Amber across the way.

Sin grinned at him, not the least perturbed by his and Dolly's display. "I've got plans for you tonight, sugar," she said.

"Uh-oh," Dolly said. "Better watch out."

"Fortunately, the sex toy shop was open."

"Because you can't borrow things from Maggie anymore?"

"I tried. But the little b—" she broke off suddenly.

"Hmm," said Toby.

"Nothing! Look who is here!"

Toby turned, following Sin's gaze. He saw faith, hesitating and looking for a place to sit. She was dressed in a very snug and short green dress that he would have never expected her to be caught dead in, and he felt a little bad that he couldn't offer her a seat at his table.

But Gloria swooped. "Faith, darling," she said. "Come sit with us."

"Oh, um." Faith looked around, but apparently didn't see any better alternatives, because she went with Gloria. Gloria was sitting with Simms, at the table right behind Sin. Faith flashed him a look, as if he somehow should have known to save a seat for her, despite the fact that she hadn't come to the dining hall since the first night they were there and seemed intent on never going again.

"So," said Sin abruptly. "How good is Toby?"

Toby blinked and then realized that Sin was addressing Dolly.

"Do you want him to be good," Dolly asked, "Or do you want him to be wicked?"

"Point," said Sin.

"He's nice and thick," Dolly said, giving his crotch a squeeze.

"Sin," Bill said, "if you must ask questions like that, don't do it in front of Toby. It'd make any man uncomfortable."

Sin smirked. "As if I didn't know that. Amber, has Bill been railing you good lately?"

Amber blushed, and Toby felt sorry for her, but he was glad the attention was off him. She looked so innocent, and she'd been so proper when she picked him up at the airport. And Bill seemed very thoroughly correct about legal matters, surely he wasn't boffing his secretary?

"Mr. Goldstein is always the perfect gentleman," Amber said.

"Speaking of which, Bill," Sin asked, "Do the Mistress Callan's toys actually belong to Faith now?"

Toby was content just to watch them talk, and truthfully, he was a bit tongue tied. Three lovely ladies to eat dinner with, and he was quite happy just to look at them. When he'd first seen Amber she'd been in a blouse and jeans, and tonight she wore a little blue dress that hugged her willowy body. Dolly's nipples were still poking at her dress, and Sin's leg was bared by the slit of her dress. There was a lot to look at, and he thought that if he kept changing where he looked, his ogling probably wouldn't be too obvious.

Or, judging by Dolly's indulgent smile, perhaps not.

"No, Sin, they belong to the estate, as do the houses. That's a matter of public record. However, her wishes were that Faith have the use of them, and she directed that I not remove anything from her home."

"The use of them," Sin said. "Like that little bitch is going to -"

"She's sitting right behind you," Toby said. The tables were separated enough that Faith was four feet away, but judging from the way her shoulders tensed, she'd probably heard quite clearly.

"If you want to borrow things," Bill said, "maybe you should get on her good side."

Sin sighed, and got up. There was an empty seat at the other table, next to Faith, and she sat next to her.

"I meant bitch in the most affectionate way," Sin told Faith. "I'm a bitch, too." She looked at Gloria. "Aren't I?"

Gloria laughed. "Definitely."

Dolly leaned over to whisper into Toby's ear, and he suspected the way she brushed her breast against his arm in the process was not accidental. "Our Sin has the social graces of a wolf, but deep down she's a kitty cat, really. Oh, and you really don't have to pretend not to be looking."

A waiter came and took their orders, and Toby wondered if he'd need to get something he could eat one handed. Surely there wasn't groping under the table at every meal, but he supposed he didn't want to miss out, and the beef stew sounded really good.

Sin came back to the table. It wasn't clear that her bridge-building mission had born any fruit, but she looked satisfied, at least. The waiter moved on to the other table, and Sin realized that she'd missed her chance to order. "Oh, sh—" she glanced back at faith. "Shoot."

"Just go order over there, dear," Dolly told her. "We'll keep your date company."

So Sin bounced back to the other table, and Faith took the opportunity to get up and slip into Sin's seat. Faith flashed a smile at Bill, and looked surprised when Jack leaned over to kiss her, but gave him some perfunctory lip contact before nodding to Toby. "I'm here to keep you safe," she said to him. "We cousins need to stick together."

Sin, done ordering, looked back at her stolen seat in surprise, and then shrugged at Toby. She seemed to accept it as a fait accompli.

"Faith, this is Amber, my secretary," Bill said. "Have you met Dolly, yet?"

"We haven't met," said Faith icily, "But I heard her quite clearly last night."

"Oh, good," Dolly said. "I was afraid I wasn't shouting loud enough. Nice to meet you, Faith."

"Yes, I suppose it is," Faith replied.

Toby had felt bad about not defending Faith when Sin called her a bitch, but the guilt was somehow ebbing away. He expected Dolly to make some scathing retort, but she just pressed her lips together.

"Do you like working under Mr. Goldstein?" Faith asked Amber.

"As the bishop said to the actress." Dolly said.

"Yes," Amber said. "It's very satisfying."

"As the actress -"

"What are you babbling about?" asked Faith.

"Oh, it's a thing I picked up from a friend. Apparently there's this story, you see - Lily Langtry, the actress, was in a garden with the bishop of something or other - and the bishop put his hand into a rose bush and got stabbed with a thorn.

"So at dinner, Lily asks, innocently, 'How's your prick?' And the bishop of whatever replied, 'Throbbing.' But of course everyone thought they were talking about something else."

"And that's what she said," Jack said.

"Same idea."

Faith shook her head. "I don't get it, and I don't get what it has to do with what I was asking Amber."

"And that's why we love you," Jack said. "Pay these perverts no mind, they'll make something dirty about anything. Unlike me."

Dolly snickered, but Faith favored Jack with a dazzling smile. "This is the best table. Jack and Mr. Goldstein are such gentleman, and it's nice to be with my cousin of course. And you, Amber, you must be a nice young lady to work with a man like Mr. Goldstein."

"Cuz, I think you left somebody out," Toby said quietly.

"It's the pink hair," Dolly said. "I've suffered prejudice all my life." She slapped her forehead with the back of her hand dramatically.

"It's dyed," Faith said. "You haven't had pink hair all your life. Don't expect Toby to fall for that, you, you, older woman."

"I haven't?" Dolly said.

"Of course not."

"Well," Dolly said. "We older women forget things like that. I'm practically in my dotage. Next thing you know, my tits will be dragging on the floor."

That, of course, redirected Toby's attention. They were most definitely not dragging on the floor, although if she started swinging around she might be able to put someone's eyes out with her pokies.

The food came quickly, and Toby dived in.

"Good evening," said a British voice, female that Toby instantly recognized as the woman who'd drunk him under the table. But rather than wearing short shorts and a tied shirt, today she looked elegant in a stunning black gown with gold sequins. It made her look thirty-five instead of twenty-five, and he guessed that thirty-five was more accurate. "Dolly, can I count on you for a donation?"

"Oh, of course," Dolly said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a credit card.

"And Amber?" Sam asked, pulling a card reader out of her own purse, attached to her cell phone, and expertly swiping the card. She presented it to Dolly to sign.

Amber laughed, glanced at Bill briefly, and then nodded. "But I don't have my card with me, so you'll have to drop me a note or something. You can reach me in care of Bill."

"And I don't believe I know you," said Sammie to Toby's cousin. "I'm Samantha."

"Faith," Faith said.

"Ah. Would you like to make a donation? Just a hundred dollars makes you a member."

"A member of what!"

"Of a prestigious livery company. The Worshipful Company of Fellatrices."

"What's a livery company?"

"Oh, we're a charitable organization, basically. Livery companies grew out of the old medieval guilds, and now there are all sorts of them - information technologists and such, in addition to the old Weavers and Vintners and what not. Anyway, we look after men in need. Mostly in London, of course."

"Men who are down on their luck?"

"Those who have not gotten out of life what others have," Samantha said.

"Or out of wife, as the case might be," Dolly said,

sotto voce

.

Bill and Jack and Amber simply looked amused.

"And you help these men?"

"Exactly. We help them -"

"Be productive members of society," Dolly interrupted.

Sammie shot her a glance. "Yes. We help them - produce."

"Oh," said Faith. "That sounds quite nice. As it turns out, I was looking for some worthy charities. And a worshipful company sounds so nice. Do you take credit cards?"

"Absolutely."

Sammie ran the card Faith gave her, and then pulled out a small card of her own. She wrote on it in a fancy script, and handed it to Faith. "There you go, you're now a card carrying member, with all the rights and duties accorded to any worshipful fellatrix."

"I'm honored to be a fellatrix, I'm sure," Faith said.

Toby spat out his stew. Dolly mopped his face with her napkin.

Faith smiled at Bill, Jack, and Amber. "Those medieval professions have such odd names," she said.

"The best part is their newsletter," Dolly said. "Explaining the ancient guild secrets and rituals."

"I'm sure that's charming!" Faith replied.

Toby couldn't take it anymore. "Excuse me," he said. He got up and made a visit to the bathroom, and spent a good two minutes composing himself. Should he tell her? It didn't seem anyone else was going to. On the other hand, there was no way that talking about blowjobs with his cousin was going to go well.

When he returned, Dolly gave him a big wink. But the conversation seemed to have moved on, with Amber asking Faith questions about her life before Sunny Park. Amber seemed like a very nice person, with very little of the edge of Sin or the smirking snarkiness of Dolly. Sadly, without all the boobs of Sin or Dolly, either.

"Busy Wednesday?" Dolly asked him.

"He's doing something with me," Faith said, quickly.

"I am?" Toby asked.