“You have two choices,” he states, licking the corner of his mouth. “Be a good girl, and come out on your own. Or be a bad girl, and ….” He stares at me unblinkingly, making my body shiver with anticipation.
My fingers slide down my trembling lips and chin. “And what?” I whisper, wondering what has remained unsaid.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He sucks his teeth then chuckles. “Make a choice, little Sis’. My patience is wearing thin.”
His face disappears, taking my choices with him. I know what he wants—what he’s asking for without asking for it. The same thing he religiously tells me when he stands outside my door speaking to me, especially when he hears the buzz of my vibrator and asks if I’m brushing my teeth again.
Going to my closet, I pull out my skirt and top. I forgo the bra; he doesn’t want me to wear one anyway. My pinkish brown nipples show through the thin white material. I tie it off under my tits and slip the skirt on next. I stare in the mirror at my schoolgirl getup. Only one thing missing: pigtails.
I grab another pill from my dresser and swallow it dry. I can do this. This is nothing compared to going to jail. And Icannotgo to jail.
As I turn to walk to the door, my skirt spins up and reveals my naked bottom in the mirror. Pills kicking in the other pills more, my body relaxes, and I reach for the door knob and pull the door open.
Lydia looks in my direction and raises a brow. A low whistle splits her lips and she walks over circling me. She raises my skirt with a finger and smiles.
“Ever watch Batman porn?” she asks, taking me by surprise. “You could pass for a knockoff Harley Quinn.”
“Um, okay,” I state, thinking I’m mishearing this conversation with how foggy my brain is.
“He’ll totally dig it. Remember, he likes fucking girls. Do what you gotta do to make him happy then we can get him the fuck out of here and get back to our daily scheduled programming.”
“Is that Batman porn?” I ask, wondering if that’s what her programming includes, and wondering what Batman’s dick would look like, if it would be as big as Mark’s. A superhero should have a huge cock.
The bathroom door swings open, and out steps a very naked Mark.
“If you want it to be,” she says, glancing his direction. “Wouldn’t be any fucking stranger than the situation is now.”
Isn’t that the truth.
