It had taken a while for me to regain awareness of myself. Quickly after her final kisses, the total control I’d experienced my body had shot back down to zero. But fortunately, Master had at least let me decompress and catch my breath back in the little corner.

 

“So, you liked it too?” said a familiar voice. It was Grace again. But after what I’d been through and seen Grace be put through, I couldn’t honestly be sure if it was her on the inside just yet.

 

My body picked itself up and walked/sashayed over to her. I tried to speak, but the words I wanted to say didn’t come out.

 

“You seemed to have no problem moving on from little Marty,” I said, “Well… not so little now.”

 

“I wasn’t the one with a bimbo on my lap,” she shot back. Was she in control? Was the real Grace just lashing out from underneath?

 

“Doesn’t mean you didn’t want it,” my mouth retorted.

 

She just eyed me. I could see conflict in her eyes. She was definitely fighting for control with Master. Half the time her eyes oozed with lust, regardless of whoever was the target… but the other half the time her eyes combined anger and fear. Anger towards what was being done to her and fear at what would be done.

 

Then, a third person approached our corner: Martin.

 

“Ladies, let’s not start a fight now.” Master had amped up his brutish confidence. He sounded like a regular college chad. Unfortunately, I felt my body moving again, particularly my mouth.

 

“We were just talking about what it was like…” I started but was cut off by Grace.

 

“—Like to experience something… or someone new.” Her words were trying to make Martin jealous, and her body was attempting to continue the “hard to get” act. She’d pumped her breasts out by straightening her back and had begun to ever so slightly play with her hair.

 

“Exactly… I for one think someone new for me is definitely in order,” my mouth said. My movements immediately began one-upping Grace’s. I started more blatantly twirling my hair and began biting my lip, while my free hand just started roaming across the skimpy areas of my costume.

 

“Maybe a new take is all that’s needed?” Grace purred, although it was clear she was just pleading. I prayed to I know not who that my body would just stay out of Grace and Martin’s relationship. She had stepped closer to him, looking into his eyes and daring him to respond. Probably daring me to respond as well, and that my body did. I took an equal step forward, both of us basically pressed up against Martin’s front.

 

My breasts ever so slightly grazed his chest, while my hips subtly fought Grace’s for closeness and dominance over the situation. Just the slightest contact was driving my body crazy and while I intellectually fought it, the tease was enjoyable.

 

“Like I said girls, there’s no need to fight. There’s enough of me to go around… But not here.” Martin was about to turn around, and I could tell Grace was very put out about when some random girl walked up behind Martin. She wrapped her hands around his waist and went to kiss his cheek, but not before licking her tongue across it just before.

 

“I—” Grace’s fearful and angry look took over. Was she fighting it? “I won’t be a part of your stupid game!” she shouted.

 

A few heads turned in our direction, but the sight seemed not too out of the ordinary. Some girl yelling at her cheating boyfriend or something and people returned to their dancing.

 

The girl who’d walked behind Martin kept kissing all over his face while Martin calmly kept conversation with us as though nothing was amiss.

 

“You are a fighter aren’t you,” he said with a sigh. I got the feeling it wasn’t Martin talking though. He turned to the side and engaged the random girl in a long and intense kiss, likely just showing off.

 

“This one’s already given up,” Martin said, motioning to himself and cementing the fact that it was Master who was talking. “Just loosen up. I’m doing you a favor, just enjoy what you have while you have it.”

 

“What you’re doing is unacceptable! How can you treat people this way against their will and—” midway through speaking Grace’s mouth suddenly clamped shut.

 

“It’s against your will? Maybe you haven’t realized your own desires, but I have. I’d prefer you came to your senses on your own, but if need be, I can make things a little easier,” Martin replied.

 

The three of us suddenly began walking. The girl who’d been all over Martin had moved on like he hadn’t even existed, and we made our way out of the club. The three of us silently walked down the street and around a couple corners. I still recognized where we were. We arrived at a hotel and I could see Master waiting for us.

 

“I figured a room would be a little more private, without the effort of going all the way home,” Master said as we walked into the lobby.

 

He flashed the key card to the receptionist and the four of us silently took an elevator to our floor. Eventually, we arrived at the room. It was a typical two-bed room, and I was beyond grateful that I sat down on the nearest one after entering. Just because I couldn’t control when I walked, didn’t mean I had perfect stamina. My legs were tired from walking so far.

 

“Now then, let's see if we can’t expedite things,” Master said as he gave Grace another up and down look. Martin was sitting on the other bed, both of us patiently waiting for further instruction. Grace was standing in the center of the room while Master began circling around her like a shark, just as he had back at the McMansion.”

 

“Who are you?” Master asked Grace while he continued circling her.

 

“Grace,” she responded coolly.

 

“And what do you want?” he asked.

 

“To kill you and leave us how we were.” Wow! Okay, either she was way better at fighting the filter that Master had imposed on us or he was letting her speak freely. Both options had me perplexed.

 

Master seemed unphased and continued circling.

 

“Who are you?” he asked again.

 

“Grace,” she responded, a bit confused this time. I was likewise curious why Master was re-asking questions.

 

“And what do you want?”

 

“To kill you and leave us how we were.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Grace.”

 

“What do you want?”

 

“To kill you and leave us how we were.”

 

This time she let out a bit of a snarky chuckle. Whatever Master was trying to do, she was resisting well, I just worried she was going to get too cocky. We had no clue what we were dealing with.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Grace,” she let out another scoff at the end of the sentence.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“To kill you. Then be back the way we were.”

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Come on, I’m clearly Grace. Get with it.”

 

“What do you want?”

 

“For you to be gone and leave us alone forever.” The amount of scoffing and eye-rolling had increased. Was she not taking him seriously?

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Seriously, still Grace.” She was starting to sound sarcastic and looked at him like he was an idiot.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Just leave us alone.” Her attitude was really coming out, but… something felt off.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Still Grace.” She scoffed once more, but for a moment it sounded more like a chuckle.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“To be done with this.” It wasn’t a chuckle… more like a giggle?

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Grace, silly.” Oh fuck… over the past few times I’d been noticing a shift in Grace’s mannerisms, but hadn’t quite known a shift towards what. It was becoming apparent now that while I thought she’d been winning, she had in fact been losing.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Can I sit down now? This is boring…” Grace crossed her arms and pouted like a little kid who was ready to go home and play with her dolls.

 

“Who are you?”

 

“Like… I’m Grace, come on.” Ah… Not a little kid, but an airhead.

 

“What do you want?”

 

“Just to like… sit down. I don’t wanna be up here anymore.”

 

Master stopped circling her, staring her dead in the eye. “Take a seat.” He motioned towards us without losing eye contact with Grace. Martin and I stood up and walked over to Master’s side, facing the beds while Grace chose one to sit on. She giggled a bit after landing with a bounce.

 

“Now Grace… what else do you want?” Master asked slowly and articulately. I was panicking.

 

“Hm…” she tilted her head to the side while she looked off into space. “He’s nice looking,” she said, pointing to Martin.

 

“He is isn’t he.”

 

“MmmHmmm,” Grace replied with vigorous nodding.

 

“But Grace, why don’t you try letting someone else have fun with him for a change.”

 

“Hm… Like her?” Grace said innocently enough as she pointed to me.

 

“Sure,” Master said, which apparently was an order, as Martin and I moved so that we faced one another. “What would you like to happen, Grace?”

 

She looked perplexed for a moment. “Well, she’s pretty and he’s nice so I think they should kiss.” And just like that we were. Grace was acting like an airheaded idiot and we were her playthings. My tongue danced around Martin’s mouth, but this time I didn’t even feel my body experience any enjoyment.

 

“Is that all, they’ll do whatever you want,” Master said, egging my shell of a friend on.

 

“She should get to feel nice, her boobies look like they to be held.” As she said it, I felt Martin’s hands migrate towards my chest. He then began kneading my breasts, squishing them in rhythm with his kisses on my lips. I hated myself, but everything was beginning to feel good.

 

As difficult as it was, I was able to look out the corner of my eye and see Grace first excited but then perplexed.

 

“I know what I would want to do to him,” she said excitedly.

 

“Well, let's let them do it for now,” Master urged her patiently.

 

“He looks really hard right now,” Grace said with a giggle while she licked her lips. “Can I suck it?” she asked Master excitedly. “Let’s let Brianna have some fun first Grace.”

 

Grace was correct. I could feel Martin’s bulge through his jeans and my practically non-existent skirt.

 

“Can she suck it?” Grace ditsily asked Master, who nodded his head. “Yay!”

 

And just like that, I sunk to my knees. Martin’s hands no longer on my breasts, but messed in my hair while I unbuttoned his pants. I opened them up and his dick, indeed firm, pushed up against his boxers.

 

I could hear Martin sigh just a bit as I put my hands on it and released it from its final constraints.

 

“I always feel good when I’m down there, so she should too,” Grace said with a giggle.

 

Something washed over me. I didn’t feel any different until the compulsion to suck kicked in. I felt nothing, nothing, nothing. Then my lips grazed against Martin’s flesh and I felt something. I licked him up and down, hating the taste, but loving the feel.

 

My lips were alive, and I loved it. I could feel the tension wrapped up inside Martin and suddenly felt amazing every time I tried to release it.

 

I finally clasped my lips around his head and felt Martin’s grip on my hair tighten. It felt amazing. Having him in my mouth made my body feel like it was floating. I rubbed him in a circular motion with my tongue and then slid him out. To be honest that was perhaps what felt the best. Sliding him out of my mouth, knowing that I’d get to slide him back in.

 

It was feeling so good that I was having difficulty breathing and sucking him at the same time. That resulted in the occasional sloppy open mouth lick, just so I could get air to my lungs.

 

My lips felt like pins and needles, but if that could somehow be translated to a tingly pleasure. But… no. I… I didn’t want to like it. This was… wrong! Even if it felt so… so so good.

 

I could taste the sweat on him and could register a strong distaste even amongst whatever control was wielded over me. While deep down I wanted to stop and leave and probably cry, I ramped up my speed and grabbed it with both hands.

 

I pumped up and down, back and forth. All of my effort concentrated solely on achieving the one goal of bringing Martin to ecstasy… and then I felt his muscles twinge and contract.

 

Almost like earthquakes have tremors, Martin had a smaller wave of contracting muscles before the big wave. When it hit, I could easily tell. He tightened up even more than he already had, which felt impossible, and I felt something hit the back of my throat, instantly triggering a reflex to swallow.

 

His ejaculation had been so forceful, it had hit the back of my throat before hitting my tongue, which meant I didn’t taste anything until a half-second into it.

 

The taste made me want to puke. It was like a rotten sweet yet salty flavor that I struggled with all my will to keep down. Had my lips not been far down on the base of his dick, I would surely have just spat it out or turned my head away, but given my position I did what I could do to avoid choking and swallowed as much down as I could, leaving only small remnants behind in my mouth.

 

Then the rest of my senses slowly returned, although I didn’t remember them leaving. I heard Martin’s heavy panting and my own for that matter. Grace was a mix of giggles and sighs as she witnessed the events. Master was noticeably silent except for a small nearly imperceptible sigh. Everything smelled like sweat and sex, and I realized that I was cold. The sweat on my body was evaporating and leaving me chilled.

 

“Mm… That was so nice,” Grace said in a stupor, as though she’d been the one brought to orgasm and not Martin. “Can we do it again?” she asked Master with a puppy pout on her face.

 

“No. I have something else I’d like to try first,” said Master with an air of anticipation.