The Sutton Sluts And Guest

Dr. Coolidge, the Sutton Sluts, and Guest.

Chapter 1.

The airplane slowly rolled to a surprisingly smooth stop. I took off my headphones and stretched out my neck. The captain announced, in Japanese-accented English, "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to O'Malley International Airport. We will soon be able to disembark. We hope you enjoyed this All-Nippon Airways flight."

The people around me stood up and started taking down their luggage. I would jump up and down in excitement but flying wore me out. I spent the one-day layover in Hawaii sleeping, losing my single chance to bronze my pale porcelain skin.

I stowed my headphones and my copy of Edgar Allen Poe's annotated poems and collected my bags as we began to mill out of the plane. My carry-on bags consisted of Dad's old JSDF satchel, a slim black purse, a laptop bag with a black and pink Hello Kitty keychain, and a plain black school bag. It dawned on me that my life consisted of only those three bags.

We filed out of the plane quickly. I turned my phone back on. There were two new text messages from my host family, the Suttons. Mrs. Vera Sutton and her oldest daughter, Denise, messaged that they had arrived and were waiting at Terminal Three's entrance. I put my phone down and caught myself in the airport's mirror. My jet-black hair was still straight, and my makeup had held up nicely. It was a slight relief from the stress of the day's travel. I traversed the airport looking for my host family and struggled to carry all my bags and not fall over. I was more nervous than nervously excited to meet them.

I joined an arc of fellow travelers from around the world looking for their people and saw my name poorly drawn in bad kanji and underneath written backward in beautiful English cursive penmanship. I smiled and chuckled at the attempt to write my name, Tohsaka Kaede, in Kanji. Despite my best efforts and husky voice, I timidly said, "Hello, I am Kaede Tohsaka."

"Hello dear, I'm so happy to meet you in person finally! I'm Vera Sutton, and this is my oldest, Denise." She waved at the slightly taller woman behind her. I felt tiny standing next to these taller women. Both were redheads but slightly different shades. Mrs. Sutton's hair was a darker red than her daughter's. I continued to stare at them. Both were impressively buxom, more so than me, even if I was more-than-modestly-endowed. Mrs. Sutton wore a white and yellow polka dot dress that hugged her tightly and a pair of short red heels. She looked like an actress from an American Noir movie. Denise was modestly taller than her mother but not overly tall for an American woman. She wore a white T-shirt that hugged her just as tightly as her mother's dress. Denise's shirt was embroidered with an American punk band's logo that appeared to be designed to accentuate the wearer's breasts. Seemingly, she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples showed through the shirt's thin material. She tucked the shirt into her blue jeans, which were so tight they appeared to be painted on, and she wore a pair of black tennis shoes. And around her neck was a black collar! I had my goth tendencies. But I wasn't brave enough to wear a collar in public!

She caught me looking and smirked. I quickly looked at Mrs. Sutton and said, "Thank you! I am so excited to be in America finally!" She smiled at me and offered to take my bags, which she promptly handed off to Denise and led me out of the airport.

Denise struggled just as much as I did with the bags. I offered to help, but Mrs. Sutton said her daughter could handle it and that I was a guest. With an Amazonian effort, Denise managed to stow my bags in the car's trunk. I was placed in the back seat. Mrs. Sutton occupied the passenger seat, and Denise drove.

Mrs. Sutton asked, "Sweetie, is this your first time in America?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

"I'm so impressed you don't have a hint of any accent!"

"I've been studying American English and literature for most of my life, in some way or another."

"How Impressive, so sweetie, what are you most looking forward to? Hmm?"

The way she asked, her body language as she half turned around in the car, as she spoke to me...was almost seductive.

"Oh, and what about home? Do you think you'll miss Japan?"

"I love Japan, but" I blushed. The way she was looking at me. No woman had ever looked at me like that before. "I am looking forward to seeing a diversity of bodies, to being immersed in American individualism, a contrast to my own culture's collectivist ethos, as I've said to study Great American works with American experts, and" I cocked my head a little bit and smirked. "I am looking forward to fighting your conservatives!"

"She playfully rolled her eyes. "Are you a Marxist?"

"Are you?!"

She coolly replied, "No, well, maybe my man is, and I guess that makes us also Marxists." She laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

Prior to my arrival, most of my communications with the Sutton family had been about my living arrangements and life. I had no idea the sweet, modestly older woman was this forward, this engaging. I honestly had no idea what her level of interest in me would be. I was much more excited to talk to her children and my peers, but so far, Denise had barely glanced back at me through the car's rearview mirror. And why would Mrs. Sutton's boyfriend be the arbiter of her family's political leanings?

"Well, I think you're going to love Ithaca, the town, and the university! Ithaca is a wonderfully quaint small town, but I'm sure it will have everything that you need. And if it doesn't, Vergennes City is a reasonable train ride away. During the last census, we clocked around twenty-eight hundred people. However, that population does go up by a couple of thousand when Ithaca University is in session. The town has low taxes and a generous mortgage subsidy program for homeowners and for the University's staff and faculty. We depend on the university so much in this town that we don't even have a formal police department. We rely on the University's police department. We're so lucky that Ithaca-U contributes so much to its host community's welfare."

"Mother, I'm sure Kaede has just about the same amount of interest I do in the town's police and taxes. Oh, and Kaede, by the way, weed is legal here."

I blushed. "I have never indulged..."

"Honey, you really shouldn't interrupt your mother. And keep your eyes on the road. We're almost there."

"I'm sorry, Kaede." She sighed. "I guess my oldest is right, but Denise, it is unseemly to interrupt your mother in front of guests. My youngest, Therese, is a senior at Ithaca High. She is much more obedient and respectful. And she's a co-captain of the cheer squad!"

Mrs. Sutton looked at me. "How about your studies? What are you looking forward to studying here?"

I barely understand what a cheerleader is.

My studies! "Oh, I am very excited to be! I learned English in primary and secondary school and expanded my vocabulary by voraciously reading novels and watching classic American movies! I really, really like Stanley Kramer and John Cassavetes's films! I love Western Philosophy and Southern American Gothic novels, Mrs. Sutton! I impressed my professors with my short stories at Nagoya University and convinced them to sponsor me as a sophomore! Barely nineteen years old for this study abroad! I am very eager to learn American poetics and writing from American experts firsthand. I want to learn more about the darkness within Hemingway, King, Jim Thompson, Faulkner, and Poe."

"Well, honey! I can tell that you are enthusiastic! Your room is on the second floor across from Denise's. Be sure to let me know if any of her video games are too loud."

I like that her voice is as deep as mine.

"I believe I will, ma'am!"

"Kaede, as much as I don't like to agree with my mother, I think it's wonderful here, and I think you'll have a great time in school."

"Thank you..."

She looked at me through the car's rearview mirror. "Please don't tell me you were about to call me, ma'am. Come on, I have to be only a couple of years older than you! I'm not ancient like my mother!"

"Eyes are the road! And out busts like that are the reason you're always in trouble with ma-Henry."

Henry?

"No, well, yes, but only because I'm fighting the instinct to add honorifics." I wanted to ask, "What do you study, Denise?"

"Oh. I study Computer Science. Yes, I know it's odd to study Computer Science at a liberal arts school. The university made some very forward and lucrative investments in the early '80s. Mom's boyfriend, Henry, likes to joke that Computer Science is the 21st century's addition to the humanities."

"Do you want to go into programming or...I actually don't know much about computers."

She snorted and laughed a little. "That's cute, being as young as we are and not knowing much about computers. Programming, sorta. I want to be a game developer. Particularly RPGs with female protagonists. Something more sci-fi than fantasy." We came to a stop at a red light and turned around to look at me. "By any chance, have you heard of me? I don't know if you're into the streaming scene at all. My handle is 'Brain_Rot_Feminista2003.'" I shook my head. Well, anyways, I stream four days a week, four hours a day, mostly trendy games MMOs, MOBAs, Racers, Hero Shooters, highly competitive games."

It was hard not to stare down into her cleavage as she spoke.

Mrs. Sutton pinched her arm again, "I said, eyes on the road, young lady!"

The light turned green, and Denise drove on.

"Kaede, judging by what she wears when she plays her video games. What do you call them, Kaede? The anime outfits?"

"I actually don't know much about Anime or Manga. I like American books and movies."

"Ah! Good, you have taste, unlike my children. Even my boyfriend likes some of those Japanese cartoons and he even plays a game or two. But those outfits my oldest wears are all so low and tight, leaving little to the imagination. Kaede, if you ever watch her 'game,' I think you'll be surprised that she was ever afraid to wear a two-piece bathing suit. Or that she once only sheepishly made her feminist rants exclusively at the dinner table. She even wears this collar 24/7 now." Mrs. Sutton gingerly picked at Denise's collar as she drove. "So much has changed since I started dating Henry, right, sweetie?"

"Yeah, mom."

Who is this, Henry? What does Mrs. Sutton's boyfriend have to do with Denise streaming and wearing a collar?

Denise coolly turned down a residential street and drove into the Sutton family's driveway. The Sutton's home struck me as very American. Red brick, two stories, perhaps with a basement, a sun porch, garage, and stone guided walkway. Denise did not park in the car garage but instead in the driveway. Before she could take the key out of the ignition, Mrs. Sutton told her to collect my bags. I exited the car. Mrs. Sutton was looking me up and down. She smiled, but she was still undressing me with her eyes. Her gaze removed my slightly too-small white and blue Ithaca University shirt and dark blue skirt, and she peeled off my thigh-high socks and tennis shoes.

She stepped toward me. Her height advantage became more apparent. I took a sharp breath and blinked. With a bright smile, she said, "We're going to have so much fun with you! You're going to love it here!" She pulled me in by my arm, and I became fully aware that she was not wearing a bra. Her chest felt supple and soft. I turned back, looking at Denise saddled with my bags. She smiled at me. Vera's heels clinked against the concrete driveway as she led me inside. I took another breath and said, "Thank you." She pinned my arm against her chest and walked me into the house.

As soon as the front door shut. Mrs. Sutton took a black collar from the coat rack. It matched her oldest daughter's. She fastened it around her neck with a practiced speed. A look of satisfaction and relief washed over her. Denise, tall and strong, was wearing her punk shirt. Her outfit seemed to fit the collar, but it seemed so odd that her mother, so many years her senior, would also wear a collar.

Are both of them part of some kind of punk subculture? Weird.

She saw me looking and smiled warmly and yet hungrily...

I heard footsteps from upstairs. Vera and I looked and saw a man coming down.

"Hello, honey!"

Denise started up the stairs as the man finished his climb down. As they passed, he grabbed her ass, "Denise, after you put those bags down, go help your little sister. She's a bit tied up and made a mess." I was shocked! But then Denise responded with a meek grumble, 'Yes, sir.' He made his way over to us, leering at me...the same way Mrs. Sutton just had.

He grabbed Mrs. Sutton by her hips and brought her in for a deep, passionate kiss. I was standing right next to her. She let go of my arm, and our hands were still close to touching. I could hear their kiss. How she offered her mouth and throat to his tongue, I was conscious of how close my lips were to theirs. I grew increasingly freaked out, but I couldn't lie. This was kind of hot. The way he grabbed her hips, the force he exerted, how he pushed her body against his. I gawked at them, and suddenly, he broke off the kiss and whispered something into her ear, and she enthusiastically replied, "Of course, sir." And hurried into the kitchen.

He turned to me and said, "You must be Kaede Tohsaka. Welcome! How was your flight?"

This close, it was even more obvious how tall and handsome he was than me. I was slow to answer his question. My mind was swimming in confusion. I was a little scared and a little turned on.

After a few seconds of staring at him, I managed, "Oh, um, it was fine, um, sir."

He smiled, "Have you enrolled in classes already? Which ones?"

His stare wasn't as hungry as Mrs. Sutton's, but he was undressing me. I held one of my arms against myself just above the elbow. I became more nervous when I realized I was framing my perky breasts. But I was more comfortable talking about my classes than watching him and Mrs. Sutton make out.

"I am studying American Literature and Creative Writing with a focus on the Southern American Novel. I'm also taking Noir and The Frankfurt School with Dr. Coolidge, intro to Creative Writing with Dr. Jameson, German Philosophy and Political Economy with Dr. Bedworthy, and Joyce's Ulysses with Dr. Hennessy.

Just as I finished, he said, "Oh! Noir and The Frankfurt School, with Dr. Coolidge? I am Dr. Coolidge! Henry Coolidge, nice to make your acquaintance. I got a great time for that class! Tuesday-Thursday, 3:00 to 4:20 PM."

He's one of my professors. How do I get out of this situation?! Do I need to get a new host family?! Am I overreacting?! Is this just an odd American family?!

Henry said, "You must be jet-lagged. Here, let me help." He pulled out an onyx and amber pendant sheltered in a gold locket attached to a silver chain.

I asked, "What is that?"

"It's a pendant my grandfather brought back from The War. Just look at it."

I stared at it, and in a few seconds, I felt sluggish, lethargic, muddled, and an onset of a warm ennui.

"Kaede, can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

I intoned, "Yes."

"Kaede, you are my sex slave--I am your master. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, I am your sex slave."

"You are now a phallic-centric bisexual. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, I am a phallic-centric bisexual."

"Incest is good and natural between sex slaves. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, incest is good and natural between sex slaves."

"You will do anything that I or my women ask of you if prompted with the phrase, 'would you kindly.' After being prompted, you will do what is asked of you without hesitation or argument. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Master, I understand."

"You will grow to like doing what we ask you to do."

"Yes, Master, I will grow to like what you or your women ask me to do."

"You will know your reality when I tell you."

"Yes, Master, I will know my reality when you tell me."

I watched Him snap up the pendant and slide it back into His pocket. He said, "I want you to forget about your commands for now. Kaede, would you kindly go upstairs to your room and take a long, restful nap."

I intoned, "Yes, Master."

Chapter 2

Kaede Tohsaka's America journal.

Four weeks in America today! Dr. Coolidge gave me an A on my first essay! He did give me extra attention in class today. Every time I raised my hand, he made sure to call on me. I think I may be one of his favorites. Or it could be this teal-blue sundress that Mrs. Sutton dressed me in today. It's a little tight and low around my chest but flowy around my hips and goes just below my knees. She also gave me a really cute pair of short-wedge black boots and white knee-high socks with blue stripes.

I feared I would have a little bit of trouble adjusting to American fashion, but the Suttons have been really helpful and supportive. I knew I would need to buy an all-American wardrobe. There was no way I could have brought one of my own. And each one of them goes out of their way to help me. Seemingly every day, they bring in a new outfit and ask me if I would kindly wear it. Well, what they say precisely is, 'Would you kindly.' And I just find myself unable to resist and wanting to wear whatever they suggest or to do whatever they suggest. They are people who genuinely care and just want to help me. I'm so fortunate that they are my host family!

The first articles of clothing Mrs. Sutton bought me were Sundresses. She took me to Vergennes City to go shopping for clothes at the end of my first week and often vetoed anything I suggested. But she was gracious enough to allow me to continue applying my black lipstick. My strongest gothic tendency. She was willing to be helpful, even boundary-pushing. She would follow me into the changing room and help me put the dresses on or get out of them. She also bought several pairs of high heels. I barely understand how long an American inch is, but now I own heels between two and five inches tall. They are all different colors: sunflower yellow, ruby red, midnight blue, jet black, and blood red. I didn't imagine I'd be wearing heels all that often in America. But now I am every one or two days. I wear them when I go out and to class. At least I know Dr. Coolidge appreciates them.

Mrs. Sutton isn't the only Sutton dressing me. Denise and Therese also project their fashion style onto me. Denise's style of address is much less formal and casual than Mrs. Sutton's. However, like her mother and younger sister, Denise likes her outfit to be a bit low-cut and quite on the fitting side. She likes to dress me in high-waisted shorts and pants, flannel shirts, tucked-in blouses, blue jeans, and denim shorts, so tight that I often feel that my ass and pussy are being assaulted by them. Denise really likes showing off her long legs, and I can't blame her. She really does have great legs.... I have never been as attracted to another woman as I am to Denise. It's getting to be so confusing in a thrilling way. She complimented me on my legs, and I was speechless. My mouth just limply hung open, and she smirked and told me to get back in the car.

Then sweet little Therese. I missed her on my first day. After my conversation with Dr. Coolidge, I was exhausted. I slept through the afternoon straight till the next morning. But she told me that the previous day had also worn her out. She's a year younger than me and an inch or two, I believe, shorter than me and completely adorable. When she dresses me, we wear a lot of pastel-colored tank tops, tube tops, and midriff-exposing shirts, with color-coordinated mini, leather, and plaid skirts. Little Therese is the most sensible Sutton about wearing heels. She usually decks us out in a cute pair of pastel-colored running shoes. She's also the most affectionate Sutton and loves to hug, hold hands, and kiss. It wasn't that I didn't like her affections at first, but they are definitely growing on me.