Emily's birthday party was well underway when they pulled up to her house. Like Emily, the house was stylish and unapologetically dramatic. Even the front door was twice the width it needed to be and impracticably tall. It was a home one might find on the cover of an architectural magazine. Finding no buzzer, Liz knocked on the massive aluminium door. She shared an look of trepidation with John as they waited.
John seemed remorseful, but she knew, placed in the same situation, he would make the same choice again, and she hated him for it.
"You know, I don't want this," he said.
"Fuck you. You're the one that got us into this mess."
"It's best we just do what she says, play into to her power trip."
"Sure and hopefully this time you'll be the one who has to suck your way through a bar of filthy men." She shuddered as images from last weekend replayed in her mind.
The door opened and Emily stood there as glamorous as ever. Her long slender dress was a vibrant ruby with a sheen that sparkled in the light. It was a look, no doubt, inspired by Dorothy's ruby slippers. The dress fitted her perfectly, hugging every curve, and Liz knew John was taking it all in. He was salivating, she was sure, and certainly aroused. For all his complaints, he apparently longed to be dominated and humiliated by Emily.
Liz presented a bottle of wine to Emily. "Happy birthday," she said, as best she could without calling her a cunt.
"Oh, cheap wine. How delightful." Emily placed it on the counter behind her. "Now follow me and I'll introduce you to my guests."
Emily led them down the hallway, toward the family room, swinging her hips as she walked. John became fixated on her ass as it bounced along. Liz punched him hard on the shoulder, hoping that the pain would convey a measure of her bitterness and resentment.
The family room was filled with Emily's guests, most of whom Liz had met at various parties over the years. They laughed and chatted away while Phoebe and Olivia ferried plates of tapas between each unit of social grouping.
"You know the girls of course," Emily said with a languid wave. "You remember Rachel don't you, John? I believe you had a good suck on her asshole last week. Hard to forget, I'm sure. The taste of that dirty little shithole must surely have lingered for a few days -- she's not the most hygienic of us girls. Oh, and this is Jeff. He's the man that fucked your wife last week. Say hello to Jeff, please, John."
"Hi, Jeff."
"Hi, John. How's you're week been?"
"You don't need to answer that, John, he knows how terrible things have been for you. Pay him no mind. Now, Jeff, go and mingle. Maybe I'll let you have another go at Liz later, but she is going to be very busy tonight so we'll just have to see."
Liz couldn't help but return Jeff's smile as he left them. Despite last week's unpleasantness, he had been kind to her and as affectionate as any man she had loved. Also, he had been extraordinary in bed, and their prolonged sexual encounter had lingered on her mind all week.
"Allow me fetch you both something to drink. A glass of wine, Liz? I have a lovely pinot which you simply must try."
"Ok, sure"
"I have something special for you too, John, and I won't take no for an answer."
Emily left to organise their drinks, leaving them to mingle. Rachel passed them by on her way to the kitchen, she ran her hand down John's arm and playfully poked her tongue at him.
"Did you really suck on her asshole?" Liz asked.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"I'm sure you don't. Hey, any time you want to suck on mine, just let me know. It might go some way to fixing the damage you've caused this relationship."
Emily returned with a glass of wine and an empty highball. She handed Liz the wine and John the empty.
"It's empty, he said."
"Yes, it is, isn't it? Allow me to fill it for you," Emily said. Her smile vanished. "Kneel and hold the glass to me."
John looked at Liz with an expression of horror. She shrugged and took a sip of her wine, not wanting to be involved but eager to watch Emily humiliate him.
"Do it, John, or I'll make last week's videos available for our guests, maybe even cast them to the TV. I have a lovely video of you and Rachel..."
John lowered himself to a kneeling position in front of Emily. Hushed voices amongst the guests brought silence to the room. He raised his glass, holding it with both hands like an offering.
"Good boy." Emily hiked up her dress, positioned her exposed pussy over his glass, and began urinating. She sprayed piss over his face and clothes, then as the stream took form, she aimed it into the glass, filling it. Her urine had a strong scent and was dark yellow, almost brown. She had certainly be saving it for him. "Now, drink my warm piss," she said, loud enough for everybody to hear. The crowd watched with bated breath, unsure if he would comply.
John looked up at Liz.
