"You can't trust guys."

Somehow my plan to sleep with that dude had come up, and Mika was having none of it.

I was sitting on the couch next to her, hand held out, and and she was doing my nails, painting them purple bordering on black-- not something I usually bothered with, but I think she wanted to mark me somehow. We had started wth me on the floor, but she dubbed it 'too awkward' and ordered me up onto the couch, and I obeyed. It felt very soft and comfy after sitting on the hard floor all morning.

"You get raped by girls every day," I countered.

"...it's not every day. Sometimes people are tired after work or whatever, or Stephanie and Regina are more into each other, or... any other number of things."

"Okay, but you get my point, yeah?"

Mika fell silent for bit, hunching her shoulders as she focused on putting a third coat on. Her movements were no less precise talking then when she fell silent, though.

Finally, Mika cleared her throat. "A rando who felt you up isn't a good pick to experiment with. I'm sure Stephanie or Regina can introduce you to a nice guy or two."

"Maybe not for normal girls, sure, but a nice guy isn't the point, is it? It's the sort of guy who would buy a young woman as a slave."

"...Fine. What does he look like? What's his name?"

"Uh, short blond hair... I don't remember his eyes... name started with D... I don't think it was Dick? Had kind of a self-assured air around him...."

"Damien."

"Yeah, that was it."

"Damien's literally Regina's drug dealer. Don't get in relationships with drug dealers."

"It's not a relationship, he'd just be paying me for sex."

Mika looked up from my nails, and stared into my eyes for a long moment. "...Phoebe, are you thinking if you make enough money, you can give Regina and Stephanie enough money to buy you?"

I looked away. "...no?"

"Look, let's do some basic math here. Let's say, extremely optimistically, you sleep with six guys every day for ninety days, and they each give you five hundred dollars... that's..." She started calculating.

"Two hundred and seventy thousand," I responded.

"...Three thousand times... yeah. Now, the average slave costs maybe one point five million. Cute young women more, it's a bidding process. If you manage to get well trained... I wouldn't be surprised if you hit ten mil."

"...okay. So like, maybe if I failed on purpose...?"

"I was about three quarter mil. And if you fail on purpose, you will get fucked up. Do you have the internal strength to do that again and again and again as every little luxury is stripped away from you, as you're punished and verbally humiliated and other girls suffer because of you over and over and over?"

I sighed. "...probably not."

"And if Regina and Stephanie can't afford you, the sort of person who buys cheap, disobedient young women on discount... well, they're usually not the sort who will treat you well."

I was tearing up a little, but Mika was laser-focused on my fingers.

After a moment of thinking, "...but, that brings us back to the start. I don't know who's going to buy me, so letting someone buy me for a few hours is the best emulation of that I have. Besides, I can leave the money with you."

"...what exactly is that going to do? I have no right to use money."

"Well, you can keep it in case you do end up deciding to escape... or like, give it to Stephanie and Regina if they hit financial difficulties."

She looked up from my nails into my eyes, and smiled, leaning in for a kiss. I held my arms awkwardly out to either side of her, trying not to get nail polish all over her, my eyes closing as her lips pressed against mine, and a little shiver ran through my spine as she kissed me slowly and possessively.

When she pulled back, she was looking into my eyes confidently. "Maybe you'd feel better about running away with me if you had earned some money to make it and gotten an idea of what your life might be like next."

"Mika, I'm not going to run--"

She put her finger up against my lips. "Go call Damien up right now and tell yourself you're ready to sell your body to him if it's a good time for him."

I whimpered softly, feeling myself start to get wet as I looked into her eyes... I didn't know Mika could act this dominant, and she was absolutely using it against me. "It's not like I'm going to--"

She interrupted with another little kiss, and tapped my forehead with her finger. "It was already your plan, right? So go ahead and do it."

"Yes, Mistress," I said softly, then flushed, as I realized what I was saying.

She smirked. "Look, if the actual thing is you want to be utterly dominated by a girl, I can do that for you-- and unlike slavery, if you ever change your mind when we're living in another country, we can go back to just being girlfriends." She ran a finger along the side of my neck, and I pulled away from her, kneeling on the floor next to the table as I picked up my phone and edited the contact number to 'Damien', then called him up.

He answered on the seventh ring.

"Hi, Damien...?"

"Oh, hello there..." His voice was tinged with flirtation.

"I... do you wanna try making our... um... you wanted to buy that bread, right?"

"...what?"

"Uh…"

"Come to think of that, who is this?"

"Oh, uh, this is..." not Princess "...Phoebe."

He laughed a little. "What's with the pause?"

"Oh, uh, I've been being called Princess a lot recently. For... training."

"Oh-- it's you." The flirtation was immediately back in his voice. "Yes, if you come over to my place... I believe you won't regret it." The come was just mildly emphasized.

I took a deep breath. "Well, I can only stay a couple of hours... we're having tacos tonight."

Another laugh-- seemed like he was genuinely enjoying this. "Not surprising, given you're all lesbians. Here, I'll give you my address."

He did, and I memorized it, then wrote it down on his contact information after he hung up.

I looked up at Mika, a bit confused. "...How does he know we're lesbians?"

She reached over and petted my head with her foot as she stared at her tablet. It was somewhere between kinda nice, kinda awkward, and kinda humiliating... well, the humiliation was also kinda nice and kinda awkward. "Two girls living together, and they jointly own a third girl. What could have clued him in, I wonder. Truly, a genius at deduction. A veritable modern day Sherlock Holmes. A devilish Arsène Lupin, reborn in the flesh of an asshole drug dealer."

I was increasingly flushed. "Well... you don't have to get sarcastic about it."

"I am, actually, contractually obligated," Mika responded, then giggled. "You're really even getting into me petting you with my foot, huh?"

"Only a little bit!"

She wrapped her legs around me and rested her feet in my lap. "...I wonder if you'll be able to get into it with a guy's foot."

"That's literally what we're testing here."

"Oh, I know... just, if it turns out you're kinda bi... are you going to choose to become a slave over being my girlfriend?"

I leaned my head back between her legs and looked up at her. "It's literally been a day. Less than a day. And you knew it was temporary. Stop pouting about it." ...she did have a cute pout, though.

Mika looked away. "I just... I don't want to watch you go off alone and know you'll suffer."

"Life is suffering. Speaking of, I should probably go over to Damien's."

"...I guess. Let me give you a couple top coats first, so your nail polish doesn't chip."

A few top coats and another hug later, after leaving behind Damien's address and phone number, I headed over to his apartment.

It was in another, slightly fancier building overlooking the nearby lake. He buzzed me in, and I climbed a few flights of stairs, until I was in front of his door.

Suddenly I got the feeling that this was a very very bad idea.

I reached up to knock on the door.