Desiring to take a break from the situation Amy found herself asking, "So what are you're plans for the day then? Are you actually going to go out with Cyrus?" With that last word Amy realized she'd probably need to spend the day away from Margo if she had any hopes of getting her mind off it.
"It's weird," Margo rubbed her chin, "I thought I didn't have any plans today but suddenly I feel like there is somewhere I should go. Like I just need to go there," Margo got up from the table.
"I never got the chance to ask but what exactly were the terms of your purchase?" at last Amy found something else to think about, "I trust Yennessa, she's not irresponsible with magic as far as I know, but it does seem weird that she'd sell you something all of a sudden."
"Yeah well," Margo began to slip on her shoes, "All she said I had to do was tell her how I use it."
"She wants to know how you'd use a sex toy?" Amy was even more puzzled now. Having found Margo in the sex portion of the shop she'd assumed the items had only been from that area, all the while ignorant that Margo's main prize had come from the shelf of cursed objects. Consequently, this assumption also made Amy less inclined to know about what the actual purchase was. "Wait? Are you and her going..."
"What? No," Margo dismissed her friend with the wave of her hand as she grabbed her purse.
"Alright sorry for assuming. It's just that I know she's pan so I thought maybe ..."
"Great to know!" the enthusiasm in Margo's voice only raised more questions but Amy was a little worried if she asked any further the details might get a little too graphic for her liking, but Margo wouldn't be here much longer anyways.
"Do me a favor and tell Yennessa I said hi."
"What do you mean?" Amy turned away from Margo to avoid the inevitable blinding lights that she knew was soon to follow. Once Margo's finger touched the door knob it was like lightning struck and then she was gone.
Terry began yapping and running around in circles until she ran into a wall. Amy picked her up, "Poor baby," she said with motherly concern, "Did you look into the transport lights?" She scratched the dark spot on the dog's head with a single finger while her vision recovered. Suddenly an idea popped into her head as to who could help her think about something else, "Hey Terry! Wanna go see Jake today?"
Spots polluted Margo's vision, she tried to rub them out. Obviously, something magical was afoot but the question was what. "Sorry, let me help," said a familiar voice and in the next instance her vision was perfectly fine with no transition. She saw Yennessa at one end of a loveseat dressed casually in a band tee and yoga pants, "Come, make yourself comfortable."
"Nice style," Margo admired the more industrial look of Yennessa's apartment. It was all one large open space save for the bathroom and a closet, the walls where concrete and one had rounded hooks coming out of it with what Margo could identify as a few wands hanging from them, and along one side ran a line of windows. "So I don't want to sound rude but, what the fuck just happened?"
"Seems like, you don't have any plans today."
"What! I've got stuff going on today."
"What are they?"
"Alright fine, I don't," Margo took a seat on the opposite end of the couch.
"If it makes you feel any better, I don't have anything going on today either," Yennessa leaned back into the couch and opened a mini fridge which sat upon a metal filing cabinet and pulled out the single can of sparkling water, "It's the agreement. It decided that since neither one of us had anything going on today and you've already done the first deed it was a good time for you to hold up your end of the bargain. Can I get you any thing?"
"And how do you know I've already done the first deed?" Margo gave a flirtatious smile, normally the idea of someone watching her sexual activities secretly was terrifying but just this one time she decided it was kind of hot.
"Why else would you be here?"
"Oh right," Margo wasn't used to someone challenging her natural air of authority, "Can I get a cola?"
"Sure thing," the shorter woman turned her whole body around, she stood on her knees as she reached into the fridge. Margo briefly admired how the yoga pants Yennessa wore displayed how round her ass was and even gave the outline of her thong. Yennessa turned around with a can in one hand and a plate of meats and cheese in the other which she placed between them, "Help yourself," then she shot the taller woman a wry smile, "Damn. You work fast, girl! You only had that thing for a few hours."
Margo laughed softly, "What can I say? When I get a new toy, I like to play with it."
"So?" she elongated, "How'd it go?"
Margo couldn't believe how truly finished Brando was with her. She told herself he'd get a second chance before she let the men's vibrator do whatever it did. Not a second chance at romance, she couldn't give him that again, but a chance to say he's sorry and admit that he hurt her. Something about her encounter with Yennessa earlier told her that maybe using cursed items wasn't really the way to settle this kind of bullshit. Amy always told Margo about the bad karma curses can bring but until now she didn't really fear the concept of cosmic balance. Fortunately for you dear perverts, Brando's attitude removed any doubts concerning karmic retribution.
She wanted to cook him a simple meal, something to talk over, but he wasn't interested. He arrives; she offers him a glass of wine and a seat on the couch, but he wasn't interested though he took the glass. They go into the bedroom; she asks to snuggle for a bit before the deed but he wasn't interested. He really was only interested in sex, which made Margo forget she ever had any reservations.
They began by reacquainting with one another's body as they groped and made their way on the bed. Margo gave into the moment. She may not have been happy with Brando but she didn't let that get in the way of her sensual pleasure. She felt his weight on top of her, making out, as he grabbed her ass while the other was grasping the back of her short orange died afro. One of the things Margo enjoyed most about being with Brando was that he is one of the few guy she's ever been with that is taller than her and by far the closest to a Greek sculpture (especially by the end of this subplot.)
Margo has always really enjoyed her height, she is not afraid to admit that she loves having most people look up at her. Even so, she still enjoyed playing submissive from time to time. Her height never diminished the experience of playing bottom but she admitted to herself that there was something about Brando being taller than her that felt really nice. It gave her the opportunity to feel like a classic damsel, in the arms of her lover like on some cheap romance novel cover. It also helped that Brando enjoyed taking the lead although this was also why Margo started getting bored with the sex after awhile. Brando only really ever enjoyed sex when he was in charge, he wouldn't even consider anything different. He enjoyed being the center of attention while they made love.
Margo might have gotten bored with what had come to feel like routine sex she had to admit it still felt good every time. Clothes were practically torn off and disregarded on the floor without care. Brando's hand slipped from the back of her head to her throat. Margo enjoyed a little light choking and for all the power that came with his size, Brando always knew to keep his grip from getting too tight.
It was a shame he's still an asshole in every other regard.
"On your knees, Slut," his voice slightly deeper than it's already naturally low tone.
"Yes master," she cracked out. Margo enjoyed the false sense of danger that came with their role playing. To Brando's credit, for as much of an asshole as he was, he never took their game too far like some of Margo's previous dominant lovers. She knew exactly what he wanted next. He stood up and took two steps back while she seamlessly lifted from the bed and fell to her knees, she'd done this enough times after all. Her face fell right in front of his massive 8 ½ inch cock.
Standing tall and proud in every way those words could mean he said, "Show me how much you love it."
