As I turn around to face Jennie, filling out the doorway with her tight-clad body, my jaw drops open and I let out an audible gasp. Out of the corner of my eye I see Claire holding her hands before her mouth and blushing like a tomato. My thoughts are messy and confused. Why is Jennie home already? I glance over at the alarm clock with the big red digits. It says 15:50. I can't believe it. Have we really been going on for so long? The bed is a mess, the sheets damp and stained. I guess the bathroom must be a mess too, with all our clothes and towels lying around. Jennie presents me with a stern look, but I can see that she is really mocking me.
"So you took me up on my word, and availed yourself of the premises!"
"Erm, yes. It was really.. kind of you. Thank you so much." I feel completely stupid already while saying it, like I was performing some act because Meg and Claire are present.
"What was it that I asked you to do before I left?"
I search my mind for a moment. My eyes fall on our empty breakfast tray, still standing on top of a drawer.
"Ehm.. to clear out the dishes and tidy up the kitchen."
"Yes. That was it. And have you done any of that?"
"No, M.. I am sorry." God damn, I almost called her Mistress with Meg and Claire watching us.
"But you did find time to grease my sheets and make a mess of my bathroom!"
"I.. I guess we did."
"Still doing your best to be the naughty little girl, eh?"
"I am really sorry, Jennie. It was all my fault. We should have left immediately."
"Will you stop it Rachel! It was not just your fault. You can't just sit there and take all the blame for yourself!"
I turn to look at Claire in surprise. She almost seems upset, as if I was stealing something away from her. Jennie looks at her with that cat-like smile. Does she notice the faint red tinge that still lingers over Claire's buttocks?
"In this house, little girls should be careful about how much blame they accept." she says teasingly. "But I can see you have already been doing some exploring."
I turn rapidly around to unlock the cuffs around Megan's wrists. It is a completely ridiculous gesture, like I was trying to hide something from Jennie. But it kind of feels important, maybe because Megan should be free to decide for herself in whatever is going to happen next.
"I thought you said you had no previous experience?" Jennie continues.
"I didn't. We didn't."
"You are moving fast, then."
"Not as fast as the last couple of nights."
"You don't think so?"
"Being with two girls that I actually knew beforehand, and playing around with a single pair of handcuffs is not a big deal anymore, is it?" I immediately regret the remark, because Meg and Claire are actually a pretty big deal for me now. Guess I will have to excuse for it later.
Megan sits herself up on her elbows, unable to stay out of the conversation any longer.
"Look Miss.. I mean, Jennie, we are all very sorry. How about we clean up your house right now, while you are showering?"
"What an excellent idea! And then we can have a little conversation about you and your behavior afterwards?"
"Yes, please!" Claire says, maybe a bit overly enthusiastic. Jennie looks at us, her eyes wandering from one to the other.
"Very well. You two take care of the kitchen." She points to me and Meg, then turns to Claire.
"And you come with me to tidy up the bathroom!"
Claire gets up, and slowly follows Jennie out of the room. Meg and I look silently at each other for a few seconds. Then I rise, pick up the tray, and carry it into the kitchen with Meg following me. She begins to clean the dishes under the tap, while I start tidying up the kitchen table. I guess we could put the plates in the dishwasher, but somehow we both feel obliged to wash everything by hand, maybe to make up for our sinful afternoon in Jennie's bed.
"Do you think she is angry with us?" Megan asks.
"Noo, don't worry. It's just, you know, part of the game."
"The game of naughty girls being punished?"
"Yeah, that one."
"So she will punish you afterwards? Punish us?"
"I don't know. I am not sure exactly what our relation is now. I guess I need to find it out. We all need to find it out."
"You know, I am not sure I am really getting that game."
"You seemed to get it alright before."
"That was sex. I didn't get punished."
"You got your bottom smacked!"
"For pleasure!"
"If Jennie punishes me it will also be for my pleasure. Our pleasure."
"I know. But I still don't get this.. game. You know, when I was a kid, my dad whacked me a couple of times, and it was absolutely horrible, and also alienating. He whacked Dave even more, and I think that was where things started going sour between them."
Megan is bent over the sink, while I am cleaning the kitchen table. I suddenly see Jennie lurking next to the door, naked, with her cycling clothes in her hands. Like she stopped to listen in. Guess it might be a good thing if she hears this conversation.
"Well, I have never been punished like that myself. My mother always made a point of letting me be free, but also responsible. So for me, being punished is kind of new, and exciting. Like, letting go of responsibility, and choices and decisions."
"Well, I guess that I get that, now. Your little demonstration before was very convincing. I am just not sure I can do some punishment spanking game without all this old stuff from the past creeping up on me again."
"Meg, don't worry. I am completely sure Jennie will not force you into something that you are not ready for. Besides, I am not sure what is going to happen, anyway. I mean, with the three of us, and Jennie, and all."
"Do you think she would like to play games with us?"
"Quite possibly, if you are ready for it."
"Are you ready for it?"
"I don't know. Maybe. But the most important thing for me right now is that I want it to work out between you and me and Claire. Everything else is secondary."
"I am glad you feel like that." She says it quietly, but with a sort of shivering, subdued intensity. We are still for a few seconds, an awkward emotional moment between two persons not used to being emotional. I hear the water running in the shower, and realize that Jennie has left her observation post.
A particular thought is nagging me.
"Meg, if you really feel like that, why did you bring us to that party? I mean, why didn't you just, you know, get down on us?"
"Because I had given up hope on you! Because you were always talking about those boys, so I guess I wanted to bring you there and see if it would really work out for you."
"Really?"
"Well, that was at least a part of it."
"And the other part?"
She is silent again, and I notice her biting her lip a little bit. A most uncharacteristic feature for her. I have a feeling like I am on to something important.
"I.. I am not sure if I should really be telling you this. But there was this.. other girl. A part of Dave's circle. I only met her a couple of times, with these guys. But I knew she was into women. And I felt.. I don't know, attracted, or perhaps just fascinated by her."
"So you were eyeing to pick her up?!"
"I didn't really dare to hope for that. Maybe I just wanted to feel her presence, to watch her party. Dream my little dreams for a while."
"Was she there, then?"
"You were dancing with her. I felt the world was so unfair at that moment."
I have to take a deep breath to keep my eyes from popping out. Sarah. Of course. This is getting more and more complicated. It is probably time I tell Meg what I've been up to, but somehow I am not sure I know how to do it.
"Oh. Sarah." I say. I guess it could be plausible I had gotten her name at the party.
"Yeah. But let that be. After all, we got together in the end."
"We sure did." I walk out of the kitchen for a moment, to clear my spinning head. The shower has stopped running. I can see Claire soaping Jennie's body, taking her time. I envy her. She has folded our clothes neatly, and put it into the bedroom. I put on my shirt and panties. Meg joins me, donning her tights and t-shirt. We tidy the bedroom a bit. I guess the sheets should be changed, but I am not sure where to find fresh ones. The shower runs again, and stops. Shortly after, Jennie and Claire reappear, Jennies body blushing red from showering and drying, Claire's face blushing a bit as well.
"Nice work, girls!" Jennie says. "The place is beginning to look quite decent. How do you feel about it?"
"Feel about what?" Megan asks.
"Like, do you feel for heading home and thinking things over, or would you rather stay here?"
"To do what, exactly?"
"That would be up to you. Chat. Get some dinner together. Mess up the place again. All options are on the table."
A silence falls over us. I don't dare to speak up, because I still cannot figure out what Megan really wants. Or maybe I can't figure out what I really want. Claire is looking back and forth between us. Then a phone begins to hum somewhere.
"Just a second, I think it is mine." Jennie says, and disappears into the hallway. We hear her picking it up, and listen in on her half of the conversation.
"Yes, it is me... Hello Sonya!.. You are where?... Aha.. She wants to speak with me?.. And she doesn't want to identify?.. Yeah, I guess I could come, but it is not really convenient... Sorry, could you repeat?.. So you want to come here with her? Yeah, sure, it could work. I think I have an idea who she is. How long?.. Only five minutes? OK, see you then!"
Jennie reappears in the door. "It seems we will be getting a couple of visitors shortly. I guess we should get properly dressed for a little while."
"What was that about?" I ask.
"Some of my colleagues have apparently made a number of arrests, and there is one girl without ID, who refuses to identify herself, and demands to speak with me. So I will have to identify her and see if I can straighten things out." She gives my a smirky smile. "I think we both have a pretty good idea about who it is."
"That sounds weird!"
"Yeah, but maybe she will have a good explanation when they arrive. Here, I need to put on some clothes."
As she dives into her closet Claire puts on her tight gym clothes again, apparently that is all she has with her. I put on my jeans too. Jennie puts on a black shiny set of underwear, then pulls a light and loose white dress over her head. You can just make out the outline of her panties and bra through the fabric. It is both decent and a bit kinky at the same time. Just as she is done, the doorbell rings.
Jennie goes out to open the door. I am not really sure what we are supposed to do, but I go out into the hallway to look, and the others follow me. As Jennie opens the door, Sarah is immediately pushed forward through the opening. She is wearing a tight pair of leather pants and a loose white shirt. Her hands are cuffed behind her back. Megan's jaw drops, and her eyes almost pop out.
Sarah is being pushed by a short, robust policewoman, wearing a short-sleeved uniform shirt, revealing several tattoos on her strong upper arms. Her hair is pitch-black, short, and falls straight down around her head. They are actually a pretty hot and nifty pair to look at, but I can see that Sarah is fuming.
"Will you stop pushing me around like that!"
"Shut up, bitch, and do as you're told!"
"Hello Sonya!" Jennie says. "What a nice catch you have made here!"
"Hi Jennie. Yeah, this is the little obnoxious lady I was talking about. She claims to be a most important person to the police, and that you can vouch for it!"
"Well, I guess you could say that. Her name is Sarah, and she does actually help us out now and then."