She could tell it was morning from the light. Neesy had a grudge against the light, and she clamped her eyes shut. She tried to recall if they’d been drinking. She tried to recall what day it was.

She stretched out the little stiffness sleep had left in her joints, feeling under the covers around her for an expected warmth, and when she didn’t find it the stretch became a grope. It wasn’t her bed. It was Maddie’s bed, she remembered, and there was no Maddie in it. When since they’d first hooked up had she woken without Maddie next to her? A tug of abandonment pulled at her, and pulled her up onto her elbows.

Neesy slitted her eyes open, and when her vision resolved she almost laughed out loud from relief. She’d been hearing these various high-pitched little grunts and squeaks all along that she only heard now she could place their source: Maddie dancing at the mirror, phone in hand and earbuds in, doing semi-mute, semi-nude karaoke in her white athletic socks and cheerleader top. She punctuated one of her squeaks by flinging her arms over her head and nearly losing the phone, and then Neesy couldn’t help laughing for real.

It must have got through the earbuds. Maddie spun about, dropping her arms and almost the phone again, her expression startled but unconcerned; she cried “Oh!” and pawed her earbuds out. “Hey!” she said to Neesy, blushing.

“Somebody gettin their cheer on,” Neesy said.

“One sec!” Maddie shouted, skidding off a few steps into the walk-in closet.

When she came back out she was wearing the skirt. She flirted it at Neesy, then stationed herself in front of the mirror again and started posing for the camera, trying out where her ass looked best. Neesy felt obscurely snubbed. “Didn’t gotta put that on on my account,” she said.

Maddie took a couple of between-the-legs shots, bent way forward, rolling her hips around. “Why you wanna waste an ass like this on a 'degree,'” she muttered to her reflection. Straightening up, she gave Neesy a fetching look over her shoulder. “Whaddaya think?” she asked. “Does it need higher? You can see I don’t got panties on, right?”

“Whadja—” Neesy, feeling uncaffeinated, furrowed her brow. “You shorten it?”

Maddie was admiring how she looked with her top pulled above her tits. “Maybe I should cut this off,” she said. She pouted coquettishly at herself and squeezed her thighs together. “God then all the girls’d know what a slut I am.” Morning brain or not, the whole performance was getting Neesy’s juices up. “You think Trelle’d like it?”

Neesy dropped onto her back again. Trelle, she thought. Of course. “Well I guess that takes care of who wound you up this morning.”

“Oh does it.” Maddie turned. “Cuz I guess it was Trelle who got so needy about coming back here last night.” She started walking slowly, provocatively back to the bed. “Because she was so desperate to have me in my sexy highschool outfit? Because she never fucked a real live cheerleader before?” She put a knee up on the mattress at the level of Neesy’s hip. “I guess I remember that being Trelle.”

“Nah, baby,” Neesy sighed. She reached out towards Maddie’s knee and started drawing little one-finger circles on it. “Nah that was all Neesy.”

Maddie grabbed Neesy’s wrist and licked up her palm and licked the middle finger into her mouth. Then she teased at sticking her friend’s hand up her skirt before dropping it back on the original knee. Neesy couldn’t not take the bait. She started crawling her fingers up the cheer slut’s inner thigh, but Maddie slapped her away, whining “Don’t, I only pinned it, it’s gotta be hemmed yet, you’ll mess it up.”

She stepped back from the bed and then gingerly out of the skirt, which she draped over the arm of a side chair. She made to come back but thought better of it, and took her blouse off too and folded it and dropped it on the seat. Then in one fluid motion Maddie launched herself onto the bed and came to a rest straddling Neesy’s waist.

Neesy grabbed Maddie by the hips and started rocking her back and forth. Maddie let her head fall back and ran her fingers through her hair. Neesy admired what the gesture did for her tits. “I just, oh you know I just wish Trelle would fuck me already,” she purred.

Neesy gave an audible sigh. “She got some kinda voodoo hold on you, girl. Way you swan over her. I don’t know what, but she got some kinda hold.”

“So I have a crush,” Maddie said. She looked away shyly. “I don’t know. I think she’s keen. I like when she orders me around, it makes everything so clear.” Neesy raised an eyebrow. “Every time she says something mean to me my nipples get hard.”

Keen, for gods sake. “Yeah, well, I think she’s a damn mushroom,” Neesy said.

That was too much for Maddie. She started giggling, shaking with it, and slid off Neesy to the side, leaving a leg draped over; Neesy said “Chant-her-ell” with a heavy irony and then they were both laughing, right up to the point where sucking each other’s tongues got in the way.

They made out for a while till they were sated. Maddie idled with the covers, watching herself tease them down in little stages over her partner’s groin. Neesy raised her head and glanced toward the door. “You know I sure hope Daniel aint walking in on us at any point,” she said.

Maddie looked blankly at her for a long moment. “Oh hubby!” She shook her head. “Right. Yeah. Where’s he been? I thought we were supposed to have date night.”

“You don’t know?” Neesy looked hard at her.

“I feel like—” Maddie screwed up her face to think—“I feel like he’s got some kinda business with Trelle, maybe? Where’d I hear that? I bet that’s where he is.”

“With Trelle,” Neesy said skeptically. She dropped her head back onto the pillow. “What possible kind of business a bitty girl like that gonna have she needs cybersecurity?”

“I don’t know,” Maddie whined. “I mean she does seem kinda … hunted? haunted? I don’t know, way she always sort of skulks around? Like she doesn’t want anybody getting a good look at her. Maybe she’s got some kind of trouble he can fix.”

“Not unless he’s branched out into therapy,” Neesy muttered.

A final tug and the cover fell away around Neesy’s thighs, exposing a dark heavy bush. Maddie was crawling down the bed to assume the position when her phone buzzed. “Shit,” Neesy said to her space between her legs. Maddie turned and sprawled backward to grab the device. The barest glance and at once she was scrambling out of bed.

“Come on Neese, we gotta hop, Trelle wants us,” she said. “Shit.” She passed a brief, disconsolate look over at the side chair. “I wanted her to see me in my skirt!”

“What, now? Trelle? Where?”

Maddie was already in the closet. “I don’t know, I think she’s in one a them rentals. I’ll find it.” She emerged in a short dark pea coat and heeled white half boots, looking annoyed. “Babe, come ooonnn, now means now.”

“I got nothing here to even wear,” Neesy complained.

“Jesus doll, there’s plenty of coats in there, just grab one!” Maddie said. “Come on, throw em off when we come in and we’ll both be naked already, she’ll like that.” Neesy fought her lethargy far enough to get her feet on the floor.

Maddie swept past her into the hall. “Train’s leaving!” she called back. Groaning, feeling unaccountably depressed, Neesy hauled herself up to stand, and stumbled off to grab some sort of cover.

When they first entered the room, when Trelle finally called them back there, Neesy couldn’t help stopping and gawping. She made out Trelle sitting on a metal folding chair at a card table, focused on a dimly glowing laptop. But the darkness, the blacked-out windows, the weirdly fractal curtain of metal dancing around them: the space was impossible to construe. It looked crazy to her, and she couldn’t figure where the crazy was, whether it was something in the air or in her own head that had splintered.

Maddie though had eyes only for Trelle. She dropped Neesy’s hand and ran ahead to flop onto her knees at the girl’s side, less worship than an eager kid grabbing a spot for story time. Trelle’s focus stayed on the computer, and Maddie just watched her, enraptured, waiting to be acknowledged. Trelle made an impatient sigh and told her out of the corner of her mouth to stand up, which Maddie did immediately; and stayed quiet, in spite of the suppressed excitement making her bounce up and down on her heels.

Neesy, her eyes adjusted, noticed a man standing at the rear wall facing a flat head-height screen, but it didn’t dawn on her right away that he was naked too. Not till she also registered, with a blunted sense of surprise, that she knew the man, that they’d found Daniel. Unconsciously she moved towards the card table for a better look. When she got up next to Maddie his erect cock came into view, jutting out enormously but precariously in front of him like a dowsing stick. It was the ragingest hardon Neesy had ever seen.

“Damn girl, you fit that whole boy inside you?” she whispered to Maddie.

Her friend, completely focused on her crush object, seemed not to hear. Trelle did, and turned and inspected Neesy for a long moment.

“You look like a gal who’s sucked her share of cock,” she said. “Any good?”

Neesy giggled. “Never heard no complaints,” she said coyly. She cast her gaze back in the direction of the big rod.

“Aight then queen,” Trelle said, gesturing towards him with her head, “go to town, I guess. Don’t get too impatient if it takes awhile,” she added sardonically, ”he’s been through some shit.”

Neesy getting down on all fours and crawling away pulled Maddie’s attention off of Trelle. She loosened her jaw sympathetically and her mouth gaped watching the sexy older girl negotiate herself onto that big pipe. Maddie couldn’t help flashing back to the sex parties her squad used to throw back in the day, that she'd told Trelle all about. Neese was the kind of chick who’d get way the fuck into it, the proverbial blowjob machine, get that rhythm going get those tits bouncing and they’d lose their entire mind. Maddie never really liked giving head but it was mesmerizing to watch. It seemed a waste she wasn’t jacking off to it. All she had to do was ask Trelle’s permission, but for some reason Maddie couldn’t work up the energy.

There was something holding her back, something maybe in the scene itself. She had no idea what. That she could say. Just like, hey T, something feels off. She’d want to know about that. She’d have questions, and sure Trelle could be annoying with the questions but she always knew which ones to ask. And she’d figure it out because of course, and they’d get Maddie seeing things right again, and she could stop being such a stick-in-the-mud and get with the action.

Trelle had closed the laptop partway and was staring up at her avidly. When Maddie noticed she was being noticed she flushed and stood up straighter. Afraid the girl was about to criticize her for something, Maddie focused down on her crotch, fighting the urge to start babbling apologies. Trelle hated mindless apologies. Then she heard Neesy gag, and reflexively looked that way, and Maddie knew whose cock it was.

“That’s. Um.” Maddie said. She remembered his name. Obviously she could say the man’s name.

“Yeah that’s Um,” Trelle said. She stayed focused on Maddie. “Private Um. His name’s not important.”

“No,” Maddie whispered, gazing at him. No one could have said whether it was protest or agreement.

“What’s important is,” Trelle went on, raising her voice, “is he has SHITTY taste in friends. Real bad crowd. Aint that right SOLDIER,” she barked, and Maddie jumped. The man’s eyes went wide, he gave an anguished, breathy grunt and thrust his chest forward, and Neesy recoiled as if the cock in her throat had just gained an impossible new length.

“I been teaching him to regret it,” Trelle said blandly. “That’s OK though. He plans on making it up to me.”

Maddie was glad Trelle was learning the man his lesson. Whatever he did he shoulda known better. You don’t go against Trelle, Maddie scolded him in her head. And Neesy, that cock slut, she certainly deserved some fun. She’d been though the wringer with men. Still, it kind of bothered Maddie about who he was. The thought was stuck in her head that she knew him from something.

“Look at that,” Trelle whispered. She stroked the back of her hand up Maddie’s flank and caught her nipple. “Tame as they come,” she purred. She raked Maddie’s nipple back and forth with the nail of her thumb. “Hey. Sugar Tits.” Maddie whimpered her arousal and held still. “What’d you want to tell me just now? Whatta you think you remember?”

The man’s cock popped out with a wet sound and Neesy put it back and shifted up on her heels. A brief, pained moan escaped him.

Maddie was diving from a great height. “I heard him scream. I came in. You said shut up get the needle.” Maddie’s eyes burned, and felt so heavy she could scarcely hold them up. But they stayed fixed on the man. She paused and took a breath, not yet at the bottom. “I drove us here.”

Quietly Trelle slid her chair back to stand, the nipple still trapped between her fingers. She leaned in and put her lips to Maddie’s ear. “And then you drove yourself back home and you came all over that fuckin yearbook,” she growled. Overwhelmed with tears, Maddie could only nod her head yes. Yes and yes and yes. It was the first true orgasm of her life.

Trelle stepped back, and wiped a thumb across Maddie’s wet cheek. She was smiling. She’d never smiled at Maddie before. “Anyway,” Trelle said, “you’re done with that breeder shit.”

Maddie sobbed once, a hiccup, and falteringly her own smile came out. That’s your word for everything, she thought. But it was true just the same. It was a promise. “I’m done with all that breeder shit, Trelle,” Maddie said fervently.

Trelle grasped her by the shoulders, and that was another first. Maddie imagined reaching up to the hoodie and taking it down, gently, so as not to spook her. They were so close she was breathing Trelle’s breath. Maddie shut her eyes and opened her lips and let herself swoon, into the kiss she’d been dying for, the kiss that would ruin her life: but there was no kiss. Trelle laughed and propped her up and she was turning, Trelle was turning her, like a doll on a carousel: and when she opened her eyes it was on a field of tinsel,— a dull, cold, broken glamour, like winter sunlight through a forest of dark trees.

“Cat got her tongue.”

“Call her,” Trelle said.

“Hiiii, Mommy.” On her knees on the floor, she leaned forward onto her hands, squeezing her big fake tits between her biceps and wiggling her ass. She opened her mouth and let her tongue fall out.

“Her name’s Bunny,” Trelle said into Maddie’s ear. “Hi Bunny,” Maddie said.

Maddie had been idling, not thinking anything, just sort of staring off into an empty corner listening to Neesy suck cock. There was a kind of dull glitter happening in the air, or in her eyes, and also the glitter was in the shape of a girl, or there was a girl inside of the glitter, and actually there was only a girl and the corner had never been empty. Nude in a leather collar and leash, big pierced tatted-over tits, pierced tongue; huge, dark, devouring eyes. Not just a whore, a whore goddess. There was obviously some kind of trick to it—Trelle was always playing tricks on her,— Maddie didn’t care though, so long as she was real. Maddie only cared that she was falling in love.

“She’s with y’all now,” Trelle told her. “You got that big closet in your bedroom, she’ll feel safe, kennel her up there. Soldier’s gonna come and go; don’t pay him no mind. He’s on my business. He knows better’n let Bun catch wind of him, just— steer clear. Any needs he’s got, that’s big girl’s job over there. Hell move her in too, she can do yall's housekeeping.”

“One big happy family,” Bunny tittered.

Trelle took a step back. “Look at me,” she said. Maddie’s head swiveled at the command, but her internal eye was still fixed on Bunny. “She got sent down a bad road. Be good for her.”

“I’m her new Mommy,” Maddie sighed, her gaze already pivoting back.

Bunny winked at Trelle. “Like old times, huh?”

Trelle gave Maddie a quick sharp finger-swat on the ass. “Go on, introduce yourself.”

Maddie yelped at the sting, but really she scarcely noticed it. She was gliding to Bunny on rails. The girl grinned up at her wolfishly, and Maddie, pinching her nipples and waiting for her pussy to be ravaged, felt herself get teary again. “I’m the luckiest Mommy in the whole world,” she declared. Bunny giggled and planted a big wet smack on her groin, then nuzzled her face around Maddie’s crotch a few times, smelling her out.

“She’s cute. Gotta grow out her bush though.” Bunny was looking up at her but her voice was still pitched for Trelle. “It’s gotta feel like punishment.” Her eyes went dreamy and she lapsed, and seemed to retreat into herself.

Maddie’s head was all jumbled, like a room full of overturned boxes. She felt a spasm of vertigo. Then she hauled off and slapped Bunny across the cheek, hard, and everything righted. The girl’s pallor bloomed into flame. The act surprised Maddie, and the odd experimental quality it had, as if the arm she’d swung was someone else’s. What a rush though! Her heart was beating a mile a minute. She wanted to do it again, but by the time she could locate the thought her other hand had grabbed Bunny by the hair and babygirl’s face was fully smothered in cunt.

Old times. Out of nowhere Maddie remembered her little playmate Mary Grace. She’d sure fucked that mouth good. “Smooth pussy don’t mean smooth ride, bitch,” she snarled, as Bunny tried to come up for air, and thrust at the whore violently to make her point.