Kaelee chuckled. “Have you seen yourself, Marie? I definitely want. Sit down here on the table like the delicious treat you are.”
Marie’s breath caught, but she obeyed.
“What a good girl. Why don’t you wait right there while I hang up my jacket.”
“Okay.” Marie watched her as Kaelee folded her jacket and put it over the back of a different dining room chair.
“Such a good, patient girl, aren’t you?” she murmured approvingly.
“For the right reward,” Marie countered.
“If you want a reward, you need to stretch out for me.” Kaelee helped her recline back. She stood over Marie as she spread her legs as far as they could comfortably go and gently pulled her bottom toward the very edge of the table. The whole time, Marie watched her attentively, keeping her body pliant in Kaelee’s hands.
“I wish you could see yourself right now, darlin’. Trembling and exposed. Your chest is heaving. Did you notice that? I can’t decide if I want those pretty titties covered or bare.”
Hurriedly, Marie reached up and pulled at the dress, tugging the cleavage so that her bra-clad breasts were partly exposed.
“More,” Kaelee ordered.
Marie loosened a tie at the waist. In a moment, her dress gaped open. She was dressed in nothing more than a bra and boots now.
“There you are. Perfection.” Kaelee caught Marie’s hand and directed first one and then the other to the juncture of her thighs. “Hold yourself right there, darlin’. Show me where you want me.”
Marie widened her legs more.
“I wish I could paint, Marie. You are a glorious vision.” Then Kaelee slid her fingers over the warm wet lips that were exposed for her. “I want you to think about how ready you areright nowand remember that you got here without me hardly laying a hand on you. That’s what I want when we have our eventual video call, Marie. You just like this. Are you going to do that?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe?” Kaelee echoed.
“You can try to convince me,” Marie taunted.
“That’s why I ask about punishment,” Kaelee said as she loudly dragged the chair forward. “That sassy attitude.”
“Maybe.” Marie’s voice quivered. “We could negotiate.”
Kaelee wasn’t sure about that, but she was sure of what she’d been craving. She lowered her mouth to her waiting feast.
10Greta
An hour later as she stood in her kitchen making sandwiches for them, Greta admitted, “I feel like all my norms are a little muddled right now.” She was naked still, aside from her boots, which was not how she usually walked around her home.
“Why’s that, darlin’?” Lee leaned against the counter, hands in her pockets, shoulders loose and slouchy like she didn’t have a care in the world. “And do you want help?”
“No.” Greta gave her a look before resuming slicing a tomato. “Because I’m not sure I can sit at the table and eat a sandwich like it’s no big deal when you just…” She gestured with her knife. She wasn’t sure of the words, a rare event for her. Finally, she decided on, “Ravished me? Devoured me?Right there.”
Lee smirked. “I was promised lunch. So I pulled up a chair and—”
“Hush.” Greta laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. They weren’t even sharing their real names. For all she knew Lee could be lying abouteverything,but the app vetted everyone. Membership required submitting backgrounds, financials, criminal history checks, and annual medical reports. It was thorough, specifically to look for safety issues and weed out any red flags.
“So… friends talk. Tell me three things about you that are true.”
Lee sighed. “Are we sure about this part? Trying to be friends, I mean.”
“I enjoy your company so far. Maybe you’ll tell me something horrible, but right now, I like talking to you.” Greta took the drying heart of romaine and switched to her lettuce knife. She wasn’t entirely sure that bruising the lettuce really mattered, but she had resolved to treat Lee to her best hospitality. Really it was only reasonable after the way Lee had treated Greta’s body.
“Fine. I was born in the South,” Lee said.
