Losers: Part I

I was still walking funny when Vincent dropped me off at home. He even walked me to the door, back to being a gentleman now that he was done torturing me until I screamed.

We stopped at the door, and he leaned over me as he gripped my face in his hands, squeezing my cheeks as he made me look up at him. “You’re going to be a good girl until Friday, right?”

Friday was when I would be going over to their house to complete my task for Lucas. I would be showing up as an accessorized toy for Jason to play with as he pleased. I still didn’t know what exactly Vincent had in that box, but come Friday, I was sure I’d be getting intimately acquainted.

“It might be easier to be good if you send me that video you mentioned,” I said, daring to push my luck.

“Video? Of Lucas’s piercing?” Vincent laughed. “If I’m going to risk him murdering me for you to get a laugh, you’re going to need to do a little more than take a few little shocks.” I gaped at him in offense, about to protest his assessment of what he’d done to me as being a few little shocks, but he cut me off before I could. “Show Jason a good time, and I’ll consider it more seriously.”

I groaned, but he wasn’t going to budge. Still, I was willing to try to behave if it meant getting to see Lucas at his most vulnerable. Part of me didn’t even believe a man like that had any fears at all.

Vincent left me with a ravenous kiss, pressing me back against the door as his tongue dipped past my lips.

“I’ll see you soon,” he said. He’d promised to pick me up on Friday, even though I told him I could drive my mom’s car over. “Oh, and one more thing…”

He walked back to the car, returning with something in a black plastic bag. “I’ll take the rest of your new toys to the house, but you’ll need to be wearing this when I pick you up.”

“What is it?” I said cautiously.

“So suspicious.” He patted my cheek like I was a silly little thing, asking silly little questions. “Don’t worry. You’ll look sexy. Jason will lose his mind.”

The fact that he wouldn’t simply tell me it was lingerie was concerning. Almost as if it…wasn’t…lingerie. The moment his back was turned, I snuck a look in the bag, but all I could see was black lace fabric. Maybe it wasn’t so bad, then.

It was bad. Oh, God, it was so embarrassingly bad.

My reflection stared back at me from my bedroom mirror, my furious glare making me look even more ridiculous. I’d just gotten off work, and Vincent would be here to pick me up soon, so I’d put on the “uniform” he’d given me. After struggling for several minutes to squeeze it over my ass, I was now wearing a black frilly maid costume.

The dress barely covered me. Bending over slightly would show my panties. My tits were pushed up tightly together in the bodice. But it wasn’t just a tiny sexy dress, oh no. That wouldn’t have been mean enough.

There was also a collar with a silver bell. Every time I moved, it made a tiny tinkling sound.

But even that wasn’t all. Nope.

There were also ears. Fluffy black and white ears attached to a headband. When I put them on, nestled in my hair, it made me look like some kind of cat girl.

I snatched my phone off my bedside table and messaged the bastards responsible. What the hell is wrong with you?

Three bouncing dots appeared almost instantly.

Too many things to count, Lucas replied. Or were you referring to something in particular?

You know exactly what I’m talking about. I’m not wearing cat ears.

As I waited for a response, I glanced at myself in the mirror again. The dress looked good from the back; I’d admit that. I looked ridiculous, but strangely cute? Maybe even sexy?

I think we need a visual reference, Manson wrote.

Yeah, Miss Kitty. I read the text in Vincent’s voice, thick with humor. Let’s see how you look.

Huffing in frustration, I wrote back, Ridiculous. I look completely ridiculous.

I pulled up my camera and looked at myself. Okay, it did look a little sexy. The dress was silly but flattering. Another text from Lucas popped up right as my finger hovered over the button to snap the photo.

Don’t make us come over there, girl. Picture. Now.

My stomach did that ridiculous twisty thing. I snapped a picture, then took a few more to be sure I got a good one.

I sent the photo, and Lucas responded, Fuck, I’m tempted to have another round with you myself.

You need a leash to go with that collar, Manson said.

And a few chores to keep you on your hands and knees, Vincent added.

Aw, too bad for you, I wrote. I’m only serving Jason today.

Time to get out of this dress and put on something normal before Vincent got here. No way was I going to risk someone seeing me publicly in this, even if it was only a short drive between our houses.

The dress was a bit too small for me, squeezing in all the right places. The tight fit meant that getting my arms out of the sleeves was nearly impossible without ripping the dress.

After a few minutes of increasingly desperate struggling, I picked up my phone and texted furiously. I’M STUCK IN THE DRESS, WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? Then I quickly added, If you laugh at me, I’ll never speak to you again.

You’d better keep your mouth shut then, because that shit is hilarious, Vincent wrote. Damn him, damn all of them! I think you killed Manson. He can’t stop laughing.

I groaned. At least I could take off the ears and collar. The dress by itself wasn’t too bad. A little too much for a regular Friday, but whatever. My reputation around here was already far from sparkling clean. Considering there were videos online of me crawling on my hands and knees dressed like a sexy angel, I doubted someone getting a glimpse of me like this would do much damage.

I’m sure Jason will help you get the dress off, Vincent’s next text read. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.

It had been years since I’d found myself waiting so nervously for a date. Not that this was a date, exactly. I didn’t know what the hell to call these rendezvous because the five of us certainly weren’t together, but what the hell was I doing, then? It was strange to be waiting for one man to pick me, with the intention of delivering me to his boyfriend for sexual favors, on the behalf of his other friends who were also fucking me…

If I hadn’t been a slut before, I sure as hell was now.

Vincent arrived, his bass bumping loud enough to carry into the house. I came outside before he even got out of the car, hurriedly locking up the house. I still hadn’t thought of a good story to tell my parents about the security system. Maybe they’d accept it if I feigned ignorance.

Vincent rolled down the passenger window as I traipsed across the lawn toward him, cat-calling loudly, “Damn, baby, look at you! Owwww!” He howled so loud that our next-door neighbor, Carol, poked her head up above her rose bushes.

We made very awkward eye contact, and I waved. “Hi, Mrs. Fischer. Nice day out.”

“Oh, yes. Lovely.” She tried to smile, but she couldn’t fake it as she looked at me. “I take it you’re…enjoying the sunshine?”

I managed a painfully embarrassed smile before I hurriedly fled. I sunk into the passenger seat and scooched down low after I’d strapped in, trying to avoid being spotted by any more neighbors.

“I’ve sold weed to that lady before,” Vincent said. “I used to meet her and her husband after Sunday service so they could pick up their order. They tried to rope me into a threesome once.”

My eyes practically bulged out of my head. “Mr. and Mrs. Fischer tried to — What? No fucking way.”

“There’s more freaks out there than you think, Jess,” he said as he pulled out of my neighborhood. “People act all high and mighty publicly, but behind closed doors? Everybody has their thing.”

“And I take it this is Jason’s thing?” I said, pulling the cat ears out of my purse. “I didn’t see anything about this on his list. Pet play was only a two on his interest scale! And it wasn’t any higher on mine. If he expects me to start meowing like a cat…”

“First of all, you look sexy as hell, so chill out.” He reached over, giving my chin a little nudge with his knuckle. “Second, I’ll give you some advice about Jason from someone who knows him even better than he knows himself.”

I fixed him with a mild look, lips pressed into a thin line. “So it’s your advice, right? Considering —”

“Considering I’ve been single-handedly blowing his mind since junior year?” He gave me a wide smile. “Considering I broke him out of his shell and helped introduce him to an entire world of sinful deviancy? My advice is exactly what you should be listening to.”

“All right then,” I said, folding my arms and crossing my legs. “Teach me what you know, Mr. Volkov.”

He gave a slow exhale, shaking his head. “Oh, sorry, you got me thinking of how fun a dirty teacher roleplay would be…”

“Come on, focus, weed-for-brains! Tell me!”

He slammed on the brakes so abruptly that I gasped. Luckily, there was no one else on the long country road ahead of us as Vincent leaned over to my seat, his long fingers gripping my jaw.

“I think you’re forgetting some rules,” he said, his tone so different from his usual jovial one that fear tickled my stomach. “It’s all fun and games, Jess, but don’t make me remind you to show the proper respect for me. If you think that just because I smoke, I’m going to let you get away with that smartass shit, you’re in for a very uncomfortable awakening. Unless you want to spend some time hanging by your ankles and getting acquainted with a snake whip, I suggest you change your tone.”

“Ooooh, shit.” I barely realized I said it out loud until he grinned. “Yes, sir, I’ll change my tone.”

“That’s better.” He kissed my mouth before he let me go, driving on like nothing at all had happened. Except now my heart had quickened, and I was sweating even more, my bare thighs awkwardly clenched together.

“Here’s the thing, Jess,” he said. “It’s not about the ears. It’s not even about the costume. It’s about subservience.”

“Subservience? What, like he wants me to serve him? Be his slave? That’s familiar.” I stopped myself short of saying something sarcastic. I desperately needed to get my tongue under control.

“Trust me on this, because I know it’s not something you’re good at.” He gave me a sly glance as he turned onto the dirt road toward his house. “Be a good girl for him. Okay?”

“That’s it?” I said. “Just be good? Don’t be a brat, you’re saying?” He nodded, and I sighed softly. “You’re right. I’m not good at that.”

“He’d still enjoy you even if you were your regular sassy self,” he said. Their front gate was already open, so he was able to pull straight into the yard. “But I’m telling you this for your sake. Jason has a paddle in his room that I’m not sure you want an intimate meeting with, but he’d gladly introduce you.”

“I thought you said Jason was a brat,” I said, slipping out of the harness as Vincent parked in the garage. The white Z was parked right next to us, and the damage that had been done to it was now repaired. The Mustang and the El Camino, on the other hand, were still sporting some large dents, but their windows and tires had been replaced. “Honestly, who uses that paddle more: you, or him?”

“I do, but that means he’s eager for a turn on the other end of it,” Vincent said. “Make sure you put on those ears and collar before we go inside. They’re going to expect you to be fully dressed.”

I did as he said, the collar jingling with every step across the yard. I was greeted by a blast of blessedly cool air and some very excited dogs as we stepped into the house. I expected Manson and Lucas to be in the garage, but Manson called to me from the living room as I knelt down to give some love to Jojo and Haribo.

“Let’s see that little dress you’re stuck in, Jess!”

I pursed my lips at how amused he sounded. I walked into the living room with Vincent right behind me, to find Manson and Lucas sprawled out on the sectional sofa. Lucas had one leg thrown on top of Manson’s, game controllers clutched in both their hands. The TV showed a game menu for something involving bright characters and big guns.

“Well, goddamn…” Manson got to his feet, circling me slowly. “I didn’t understand the appeal of the ears before, but I think I get it now.”

“Have I unlocked a new kink, Manson?” I said. He was dressed casually today in black joggers and a ribbed white undershirt, but not even his relaxed clothes could stop me from staring. He hooked his finger on my collar, tugging me closer.

“Unlocked a new one…maybe,” he said. “You’ve definitely catered to an old one. I like this collar on you. I should put you in collars more often.”

Lucas hadn’t gotten up from the couch, but he leaned forward as he said, “Give me a little twirl, let’s see the back.”

I obeyed, unable to resist a cheeky smirk as I turned and slightly bent forward, giving him the best view of my ass beneath the tiny skirt. He exhaled aggressively, like a bull snorting before he charged.

“Someone is going to have to rip that thing off you,” he said, his gravel tone telling me he’d prefer to be the one to do it.

“And that someone is right upstairs,” Vincent reminded him. “Jason’s never going to get her in one piece if you pervs keep drooling.” He steered me out of the room and back into the hall as Lucas threw up his hands in protest.

“I’ll decide when I’m done drooling, asshole!” he called, but Vincent ignored him. He opened a door in the hall, rummaging around in the storage closet, before he pulled out a large bag. “Here are the toys from Satin. You remember where his room is, right?”

I nodded as I grabbed the bag. Jittery nerves had my stomach feeling like a shaken can of soda — but what did I have to be nervous for? It was just Jason…sharp-eyed, unassuming Jason, who looked at me like he could see under my skin, who’d eaten me out until my legs shook. Who was rather ridiculously well-endowed…

Yeah. Nothing to be nervous about at all.

I marched up the stairs, aware of Vincent’s eyes on my back the entire time. I didn’t look back, but I did hear him say to Manson and Lucas, “Hurry up and get on Discord. Jason’s going to have his headset on.”