"Let's not!" Kat said cheerfully. She gave Selene a look that suggested her tone was entirely false. She turned her attention back to Mindy. "We definitely have to change that underwear, though. You said you bought lingerie?"
Mindy nodded and returned to the dresser. She opened the second drawer from the top and scooped up two armfuls of lace, string, and sheer fabric. Selene cleared the rest of the bed by pushing it all onto the floor, and Mindy dumped them out onto her bed.
"I went kind of nuts at the store." Mindy admitted and blushed as she looked down at the floor. "I uh... wasn't sure what he would like."
"He'll like all of it, I'm sure." Kat laughed. "What makes you feel sexy?"
"All of it." Mindy laughed. "It's all the skimpiest, sexiest stuff I could find."
"Anything red?" Selene asked, spotting the obvious answer as she raised a pair of skimpy sheer lace panties.
"Those, for sure." Kat nodded. "And for the top?"
"Well, with the backless dress...." Selene seemed to be thinking it over.
"Are you thinking braless?" Kat asked.
Selene nodded as Mindy scoffed. Selene gave her a surprised look.
"Oh, you're serious?" Mindy asked.
"Yeah. I think Arthur would like easy access...." Selene suggested. She got quieter the more she went on, not sure why Mindy was giving her a look of disbelief.
"I don't think I've gone without a bra since I was twelve." Mindy scoffed. "I got them heavy boobs."
Kat looked puzzled, but Selene laughed.
"From crazy ex-girlfriend?" Selene asked Kat as though her question explained everything.
However, Kat's confused look failed to fade, and she shrugged it off. "If you're not comfortable going braless, do you have something that will match the bottoms?"
"Yeah." Mindy raised up a matching bra. It was sheer red lace all over, and the cups were more prominent than any bra in either of their bedrooms, even if they were only half-cupped. Selene almost laughed, but she figured her Master would like the variety. Not only was Mindy different in breast size, but her black hair contrasted with Selene and Kat's blonde. Mindy's darker complexion, different ethnicity, and different body shape helped to round out his harem.
Selene knew Arthur would enjoy Mindy's breasts. He liked curvy, well-built women like Mindy, Kelly, and Kat. Selene's own curves were on the slender side. She knew that, but she enjoyed pleasing her Master anyway.
"Maybe bring it in your purse." Selene suggested. "If it gets too much, go to the bathroom and put it on. But that doesn't look like it'll offer much support anyway. You should try to go without it for as long as you can. Arthur will enjoy it when he realizes you're not wearing a bra, and the sweater will cover up any accidental side boob."
Mindy seemed to think it over but finally nodded. Selene knew Arthur's romantic and sexual preferences better than she did. Selene was the mastermind behind this whole arrangement anyway, so it was probably best to trust her judgment. Mindy was trying so many new things already, so why not one more by going out without a bra?
"Okay." Mindy said as she folded the bra in her hands.
"Perfect." Selene smiled.
"Now, what are you doing for hair and makeup?" Kat asked as her phone went off.
Selene and Mindy turned to that while Kat checked her phone. She had an email notification that made her smile, and she opened it as Mindy sat at her desk, and Selene started brushing her hair. The two of them chatted about something Kat didn't listen to while she read over what Arthur had sent her. The first of hopefully many lesson plans.
"From: Arthur
To: Katerine
Subject: Lesson 001 Showing You the Ropes
Kat,
I've taken the liberty of gathering a few resources you might want to read up on ahead of time (attached is a sheet of links). Totally optional, but hopefully, they'll put you at ease about being tied up and give you an idea of what to expect.
Now, for the schedule of the session, I've decided we should follow this agenda:
The Collaring
Equipment Inspection
Review of Previous Material
Punishments
Playtime
Aftercare
The Uncollaring
The Collaring - The submissive will present herself and receive her collar. She will undress to the specified costume (see below). She will kneel at her Dominant's feet and put on her collar if she wishes to submit herself. She will then recite her pledge of submission, and the session will officially begin with all its rules adhered to by both the submissive and her Dom.
Costume - A pair of panties or bikini bottoms may be worn if the submissive desires. Nipple clamps are also permissible but should be added after the ties are complete. Otherwise, she should be totally nude (preferred).
Collar - Pink, leather, o ring, steel buckle. Kat's personal collar will be hung by the door before play. The Dom will take it from the wall and place it around her throat when she kneels in the Nadu position and accepts it.
Submissive's Pledge:
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
I will put Sir's will before my own and obey him in all things.
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
I will openly and honestly communicate with my Sir.
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
I will do my best to please my Dom as his submissive.
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
I will try new things and trust my Dom to respect my limits.
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
I will learn, grow, and follow where my Sir leads me.
I am your submissive. You are my Sir.
Take me at your pleasure, Sir.
Equipment Inspection - The submissive and the Master will review and inspect any equipment used in the session. The submissive may veto any objectionable equipment at this time, and the Master may alter the equipment list depending on the soundness and integrity of any equipment under inspection.
Nipple clamps
Rabbit vibrator
Remote vibrator
Ring gag
Ball gag
Cotton Rope, various lengths
Paddle
Riding Crop
Other equipment may be introduced during play at the Master's discretion. If the submissive objects to any new equipment not on this list, she may do so by exercising her moderate safety word: "Yellow Light."
Review of Previous Material - The Master will quiz the submissive on previous material learned, including safewords, positions, and any material that her Master might consider relevant or necessary. Rewards or punishments shall be merited by correct or incorrect answers.
Punishments - A recitation of previous punishment-earning offenses (if any) and a punishment of the Master's choosing to deliver proportionate to the offense(s).
Punishments for this session are to be doled out by paddle, riding crop, or hand strikes to the breasts or ass at Sir's discretion.
Playtime - The core element of the lesson. In this lesson, the Dominant will review several essential ties with the submissive by applying them to her and binding her in different positions with rope. He will stimulate her sexually and/or allow her to stimulate him sexually, depending on the tie. The Dominant may photograph the submissive in her ties to document the lesson. The Dominant will follow all recommended safety procedures and see to the submissive's safety above all else. The submissive will serve her Dominant and make every effort to please him.
Ties:
Bracelet Tie
Anklet Tie
Hog Tie
Basic Chair Tie
Reverse Chair Tie
Wall Spread Eagle Tie
Bed Spread Eagle Tie
Arm-Bind Tie
Frog Tie
Wing Tie
The order may change, and specific ties may be skipped or added if time allows. Use the links in the attachment to research the ties if you want to learn the positions, knots, and the rest ahead of time.
Aftercare - The Dominant and the submissive will relax and unwind from the session. Any rope marks or burns will be treated, and the two shall relax until it is time for the submissive to return home, uncollar, or sleep.
The Dom will help the submissive to relax, massage her, and let her rest.
The Uncollaring - The submissive will kneel, thank her Dominant, remove her collar, ending the session, and get dressed. She is then free to stay, or depart, as the session is officially over.
Let me know if you have any questions or objections or need clarification.
Your Sir,
Arthur"
Arthur smirked as the response from Kat came through a little more quickly than he expected.
Kat's email read: "Looks good. A little weirdly formal, but I didn't see anything I objected to. I'll read over the links if I can before the lesson. Now go get ready for your date, Sir! Wear something nice!"
Arthur smirked as he leaned back in his desk chair. She had a point. He wanted to freshen up before his date with Mindy, but looking at his computer clock, he knew he had plenty of time. He'd been ignoring the growing number of notifications on his phone for most of the weekend when it came to his email inbox, and now it was time.
They were always junk emails, except for a few of the ones he had forwarded from his school account or his personal emails with absolutely nobody. Texts, Messenger, Tweets, and Snaps were all anyone used to communicate anymore. Emails were mostly spam now, like regular mail, but quicker. The emails between his lab partners, classmates, and now Kat were the only exceptions to the rule.
Since this was a universally acknowledged rule, he was surprised to see he had a message from someone he didn't recognize that didn't seem to be spam at all.
Subject: I'm Sorry
"Arthur,
Your mom sent me your email info, and I know that you don't want to talk to me, ever, but I have to talk to you. I know how I treated you in high school was not fair or kind. I know that it was wrong and that you never did or said, or probably even thought, half the things the girls and I used to accuse you of. I've thought of hundreds of excuses, rationalizations, and justifications for my words and actions over the years, but the truth is: I was a bitch. I was a straight-up bitch, and I'm sorry.
I know that probably doesn't mean much to you after all this time. We both went off to college, and you've hopefully moved on with your life. You're not the gross little hanger-on that you used to be, and I'm not that over-achieving popular girl anymore. My experiences in the colleges I've gone to since we graduated high school have been intense and life-changing. I've grown as a person, I hope. And I want you to know that I forgive you for all the clingy stalkerish things you used to do in high school. I know you weren't trying to be a creep. You were just trying to be a friend, the way we were when we were kids, even if we'd both grown up.
Hopefully, we've grown up a lot since childhood and high school. Again, I'm sorry for everything, and I forgive you for everything. I hope you can forgive me.
I'll actually be attending your school in the spring semester and hopefully spend my super-senior year there next year. It's a long story, but I've managed to squeeze four years of college into five. Lol. I know you're looking at Grad school there, according to your mom, so I expect we'll see a lot of each other. Especially if what your mom is offering comes to be, with me renting a room at their place. I hope it won't be awkward for either of us, especially since she said you might be living there too.
I know we can never go back to the way things were and be friends like we used to be. But I know people grow, and I hope you and I can grow to be friends again, even if just a little. I miss my knight in shining armor, and I look back on those memories of you and I playing around as kids as some of the best in what I realize now was an otherwise extremely lonely childhood.
You don't have to email back if you don't want to. I get it. You don't even have to accept any of my apologies. If you want to avoid each other even as we awkwardly cohabitate for the next year or so, I'll even do my best to oblige. But I hope you've grown up as much as I have these last few years, if not more than I have, and can find it in you to reconcile.
Sincerely,
Lynn"
Arthur stared at the screen for several minutes after he'd finished reading. Reading it had taken him through a million different emotional knee-jerk reactions. It fractured him like a mirror, with different shards of responses tearing through his mind simultaneously. He could write back, or he could ignore her. He could tell her to fuck off with her half-hearted apologies, eat shit, and die, preferably painfully. He could tell her that he respected her for not trying to excuse every needle she'd stabbed him with over the years but that he did not feel the need to engage with her or accept any apologies, as she deserved no forgiveness.
That much was true. Lynn didn't deserve any kind of peace of mind, happiness, or anything like that. She'd had all that in high school when she was making fun of him with any number of the jocks she fucked or bitches she befriended. Lynn Barrera was his bully, who tormented him every day for four years of high school without remorse or regret.
Even now, she only apologized because she needed a place to live. There was far too much forgiveness and far too little apology for someone who ruined every day of high school for him. And what had happened to her that she couldn't finish a bachelor's degree in four years like everybody else? Did she flunk out of a school or two? Did he want to know or even care? He should just write back and tell her to fuck off, but even that was too light on enmity for his taste.
He sighed. He'd fucked two sisters multiple times today. He'd won an argument with his father, which was the rarer occurrence between the two. His new normal was every man's dream. He had a date with a hot freshman from his office in about an hour. He did not need to spend another thought or moment on Lynn Barrera.
He took a deep breath, closed the email, closed his eyes, and breathed. He thought of Selene. He thought of her smile, the way her hair rolled over her shoulders and flowed down her back to the top of her pert round ass. He thought of the way the droplets of water cascaded over her nipples. The way she wrinkled her nose at him sometimes and the way she giggled. She and Kat shared that giggle as they shared many things.
He thought of Kat's tight blonde curls bouncing as he hammered into her. He thought of her hard bright eyes challenging him with a look. He recalled her pale rump straining against her pink underwear and the smell of his soap against her skin as he moved his hands over her naked body.
He thought of Kelly and her freckled face smiling at him, framed by her red hair falling over her shoulders and tangling with her green lingerie.
He thought of his lunch with Mindy and how happy she'd been when he said yes to going on their date today. Her white smile against tanned skin, framed by wave after wave of black as night hair.
His phone dinged in a notification. He smiled, opened his eyes, and he checked his messages.
Slut: Good luck on your date, Master! If you need any tips, just let me know, and if you need me after, just say the word!
Selene then sent a selfie of herself and Kat, giving him thumbs-up and smiling. It was the first selfie he'd gotten of her in a few days where she had clothes on. It was funny how much things had changed between them in less than a week. He didn't recognize the background, but it wasn't in focus either.
Arthur smiled and messaged her back.
Master: Thanks, slut. Have fun studying!
Selene sent back a rolled-eyes emoji. Arthur laughed and was about to pocket his phone when it dinged again. This time, it wasn't Selene but Kat.
Katerine: I know I said it in the email, but have fun on your date with Mindy!
Katerine: Don't be shy, be assertive. Take the lead!
Arthur: Lol. Okay. I'll remember that for our session too.
Katerine: Good! Also, can I change the nicknames in this chat?
Arthur: Sure.
Kat changed her name in the chat to Brat and Arthur's name to Sir.
Brat: Is this okay?
Arthur sent the thumbs-up emoji and then moved to put his phone away. It was almost in his pocket when he got another alert. He laughed and pulled it back out. This time, it was a message from Mindy.
Mindy: Four o'clock, right? At the dorm?
Arthur: Yup! See you soon!
Mindy: And the plan is still bowling?
Arthur: If that's okay with you.
Mindy: It is! I've never been. I'm looking forward to it. :D
Arthur: Me too. :D See you soon.
Arthur pocketed his phone and turned off his computer. He needed to clean himself up, fix his hair, make sure his face had no blemishes or anything on it, and change his clothes. He got up from his computer chair and headed toward the study door. Just as he crossed it, he got a message from Kelly.
Kelly: French maid.
Arthur: German butler?
Kelly: lol. No. That's what I want to play Friday. French Maid. So, don't clean your apartment.
Arthur: Lol. Okay. Dinner, and french maid. I'll let you do the dishes this time, and I'll be sure to throw down some extra dust.
Kelly: Perfect. :D Can't wait to show you this outfit.
Arthur: You could always send me a pic?
Kelly: No. I want to see your face when you see it. That's half the fun. Be patient. You'll see it Friday.
Arthur: But that's so far away!
Kelly: Well I'm not wearing it to the gym!
Arthur: Now, there's an idea. I'm sure they need someone to come in and clean the machines.
Kelly: Behave, Mister.
Arthur: I will not.
Kelly sent him a winking emoji, and he returned it with a halo emoji, which she responded to by sending a laughing emoji.
Kelly: Friday. See you then.
She then sent a kissy face.
Arthur returned a face with several kisses on it and a response.
Arthur: Can't wait.
Arthur smirked and shook his head. The idea of Kelly in a French maid costume with her perfectly toned body, full bell-shaped d-cup breasts, long legs, flat stomach, curvy hips...
Arthur: You going to the gym tomorrow?
Kelly: Yeah, in the morning if I get up in time. You?
Arthur: That's my plan. See you then?
Kelly: It's a weight date.
Arthur laughed.
Kelly: Please forget I said that. Like immediately.
Arthur: Said what?
Kelly: Thank you.
Kelly: See you tomorrow.
Arthur laughed and pocketed his phone. He couldn't remember what he was supposed to be doing. Then he felt a flare of guilt when he remembered he was supposed to be getting ready for his date with another woman. It was Kelly's idea to keep things casual and non-exclusive, and he, Selene, Kat, and Mindy had their arrangement, but this was his first time navigating his heart through so many different simultaneous interests.
He took a deep breath and looked around for a moment. Mindy. Right. He had a date with Mindy.
The flare of guilt persisted. Arthur felt guilty for messaging Kelly like that in between messaging Mindy and the others. Kelly was okay with seeing other people, and Mindy, Kat, and Selene had agreed to share him, but did that make it right to text Kelly when he was trying to get ready for his date with another girl?
There was no reason to be ashamed of sex; Arthur knew that. There was no reason to be ashamed of pleasure. He knew that too. Yet the society he grew up in didn't always make practicing that philosophy straightforward.
It would be easier once he'd had a chance to sit down and tell Kelly about the others. Once they'd talked, he told her the names of the other girls he was seeing and explained the situation to her and how Selene and Kat had presented it to Mindy. He'd told it to Mindy too, though not as clearly or nearly half as well before Selene and Kat talked with her.
He wondered what they talked about in that chat of theirs. Was it vanity to think they spoke of him? He was sure they had other interests in common. Selene was a nerd. Was Mindy? He honestly didn't know much about her other than what they talked about at the office. The occasional episode of something here or there as it became relevant to what they were doing. The occasional discussion of families, like how she worked for her dad's restaurant part-time, which had been new information the other night. Otherwise, he didn't know very much about her.
He'd even thought she was an art history major, though, to be fair, she initially was. Now she was a business major. Though technically, she didn't have to declare a major for a while. Most of her first-year classes were going to be general education classes anyway. Unless she tried to fast-track her education by taking some of her electives early. Her advisor probably didn't set her up for that in her first semester.
Arthur sighed. She was a first-semester freshman, and he was a first-semester senior. He felt like an ass for agreeing to go out with her. Yes, she was eighteen, perfectly legal, but the age difference was still a little uncomfortable. A lot of change could occur between college freshmen and seniors in those four years. Like that email from Lynn said.
Arthur groaned. He'd been so good about not thinking about Lynn and ruined it. How could he be a Dom and a Master to these women if he couldn't even master his own thoughts?
He stood in front of his bathroom mirror and looked at his reflection. He looked tired. His sleep schedule had been all over the place recently, and he'd been doing a lot of cardio. Before he picked up Mindy, he could get some coffee at the local shop or the campus cafe. There wasn't time for a nap. He felt like he could sleep for a week.
He turned on the water, nice and cold, and washed his face. He wet his comb and fixed his hair. Rechecking his reflection in the mirror, he smiled. He flossed, brushed his teeth, and rinsed his mouth with mouthwash.
The entire time, he felt the first-date nerves he hadn't felt since his first date with Kelly. Asking her out for dinner and coffee felt like it was forever ago compared to their second date at her place. His date suggestion had been something traditional, a little formal, which spoke of his intentions. Hers had been modern and very casual, which spoke of her intentions. Yet, she was the one with the fetish for life from a 1950s sitcom. So what did she really want out of dating him? And would he ever be able to give it to her if he had a harem?
All of which was a separate question from what to do with the house. Would Kelly want to move in? Would she laugh at him and think he was far too forward? He guessed he would find out when he mentioned it to her tomorrow at the gym. He could offer her cheaper rent. He didn't know what her rent was, but if the rent for a room in his parents' house was less than his rent and Selene and Kat's, then he figured it would be less than Kelly and Katelyn's.
Katelyn was, of course, the pebble in the shoe, so to speak, if she came along. Even if Kelly was cool with the harem arrangement, a big if, Katelyn wasn't in on it. It meant they couldn't treat the house like their private harem. They'd have to keep their activities in their room, which made a certain sense, he supposed. Fantasies of naked parties in the pool and hot tub were all well and good, but there was a chance they would remain just that. At least if they had to share the house with others.
Still, plenty of fantasies could come true with Kat and Selene just down the hall. If Kelly were there too, even if they were keeping things light and casual, that might be wonderful. Then there was Mindy. She couldn't move in next month like Kat and Selene could, but next semester? There was a definite possibility she could move in next semester. If she wanted to.
For that to happen, tonight had to go well. Arthur had to decide that it was something he wanted. Mindy had to determine if it was something she wanted. Anything less, they would see each other in the office and remain coworkers. Friends, even, but nothing more.
Arthur changed into a pair of black slacks. Then he pulled on a tight blue polo shirt that showed off his biceps. He kept his shoes loose since he'd have to slip into bowling shoes anyway. Then he sat on his couch and wasted the remainder of his time reading memes and watching reels on his phone. He tried his best to keep his mind off absolutely everything and failed. So he started reviewing the naked selfies and videos Selene had sent him over the last few days. It was arousing, sure, but also soothing to see her smiling up at the camera from the floor, always happy to display herself for him.
When his alert went off to drive to campus, he checked himself in the mirror one more time, checked his fly, headed down the stairs, and into his car. He kept his eyes up for any sign of Selene or Kat since their apartment was just across the parking lot, but he didn't see either of them.
It was amazing how much of a better mood he was in when he got into his car. It was almost as if the email from Lynn hadn't happened. He only thought of Kelly, Mindy, Kat, and Selene. His beautiful little sex slave had a way of driving all the negative thoughts from his head and making him think of only the positive, sexy things in life. He loved her for that if nothing else.
The drive over to campus went quickly, and he got there a little early. He had to smile when he spotted Mindy sitting on the steps of her dorm building, waiting for him. She popped up from the steps when she saw him driving up and hopped down to meet him before he could even put the car in park.
Ji-Min, aka Mindy, had clearly been looking forward to the date. She was in a cute, short, white halter dress with a red open-cropped sweater that was only half a back and some sleeves tied in the front by three bows. Her dark straight black hair was tied off in pigtails high on either side of her head. They bounced as she walked over to him. The dress was arousingly short, coming down to the middle of her thighs, with a flared skirt. The white stockings she wore beneath it were thigh highs, the lacy tops almost displayed when she bounced along the path to the car. The most eye-catching accessory was the red velvet choker she wore, fastened with a black string that looped and tied into a bow on the front of her throat.
Arthur parked the car and opened his door to get out, as Mindy opened the passenger door to get in. She laughed when she looked in to see him getting out, and then she backed out just as he sat back in. They laughed again.
"Sorry!" She apologized. "I thought we were going bowling!"
"We are." Arthur laughed. "I was going to open the door for you."
"Aw." Mindy's smile could have illuminated the sky. "That's so stupid." She laughed. "I'll get the door."
Arthur laughed and shook his head. Half-laughing at the absurdity and half at himself. "Okay." He said as he closed his door again.
Mindy slid into the car and adjusted her skirt as she sat down. It rode up slightly, just enough to give Arthur a view of the tops of her thigh-highs and a thin strip that showed him she was holding them up with a garter belt. Her heels were half-sensible, a pair of black strappy pumps that wrapped her ankles with a string tied off in pretty bows at the top.
"You look adorable." Arthur said as she got settled and fastened the seatbelt.
Mindy frowned at the compliment, but when his eyes didn't notice because of how her skirt rode up when she crossed her legs, her frown vanished.
"Thanks!" Mindy flashed him a smile. "I wanted something you wouldn't have seen in the office already and wanted to feel kinda sexy. The harem helped me pick out most of it."
Arthur coughed. "The..."
Mindy looked surprised. "They said they told you!"
Arthur nodded and coughed. This was just the first time he heard anyone else reference it so casually.
It was official: Arthur had a harem.
"They did." He nodded. "I was just surprised." He admitted. "I'm still not used to talking so openly about it with you, I guess, and I didn't realize they were helping you pick out the outfit."
Mindy nodded. "We were messaging. I wanted to pick something you would really like. I know you said you like feminine, but let me tell you - that was not particularly helpful in narrowing it down. At all." Mindy gestured with her hands while she talked, but her smile showed that she wasn't angry or upset. She looked happy and maybe a bit nervous. So was Arthur.
"Sorry." Arthur laughed as he started the car up and checked his mirrors. "I'll try to be more specific about what kind of stuff I like."
Mindy smiled. "That would be very helpful. Thank you."
Arthur pulled away from the curb and started driving.
"So, about your meeting last night with Selene and Kat?" Arthur asked conversationally.
"Yeah! They ordered food from your apartment last night, but you weren't there. Where were you anyway?" Mindy asked.
"I was supposed to have dinner with my parents." Arthur admitted.
"Supposed to?" Mindy asked, her curiosity evidently piqued. She could sense there was a story behind his word choice.
"Well, the dinner part didn't actually happen. I got there, and my mom had set up this dinner with her friends and their kid, who was kind of my high school bully." Arthur admitted.
Mindy looked at him for a moment. "You had a high school bully?"
He looked over at her and shrugged. "Yeah."
"You have Captain America muscles." Mindy poked his bicep and then grasped it to prove she couldn't get her whole hand around his arm. "Who bullied you? Red Skull?"
Arthur laughed. "A girl named Lynn."
"Your high school bully was a girl?" Mindy sounded shocked.
Arthur nodded, but his smile was starting to shrink. "Yeah." He admitted. "She didn't beat me up, but the teasing was relentless and cruel. She made high school a living hell for me."
Mindy looked at him for a second and squeezed his arm again as though she were giving him a hug. "So you didn't have dinner?"
"No. I went for a drive instead, and I... ended up dancing for a bachelorette party." Arthur laughed.
"You what?" Mindy asked.
"I ended up dancing for a bachelorette party." Arthur shrugged. "It seemed like it would make for a cool story at the time."
Mindy laughed. "Okay. Okay. So, tell me the story."
Arthur nodded. "Okay. So, I'm driving around. I'm wearing a small pair of swimming trunks because my parents had a jacuzzi, and it was supposed to be a cookout. I left without changing first. So I'm sitting there, probably looking like I'm naked in my car, in this bar parking lot. When this woman comes up and asks me if I'm booked. She literally threw cash at me, and I decided - fuck it. I'm gonna get a story out of it, and I might even have some fun. I know how to dance. A little. The only problem is, I don't have any costumes. So I zip down to the Spirit of Halloween and grab a bunch of stereotypical male stripper costumes. Policeman, fireman, that kind of thing. So I bought these costumes with the lady's cash and went to the bar. They let me change in one of the bathrooms, and I started dancing."
Mindy was already laughing.
"The only problem is - I don't know any stripper routines. Obviously. The only dances I really know are musical numbers."
Mindy snorted. "Like, from broadway?"
"Not even from Broadway." Arthur laughed. "Movies. Community theater. School theater. That's the sum total of my dance knowledge."
Mindy slapped his arm as she laughed.
"So yeah. I get up there, in a suit for my first 'costume,' and I start dancing and singing to Singing in the Rain. Which I turn into a strip show until I'm down to a thong, and those ladies made it rain." Arthur laughed, and Mindy shook her head.
"You're so bad." Mindy said. "I would never have the courage to do that." A glance at her, however, showed Arthur that she was blushing. The skin on her face darkened ever so slightly at the idea.
"No?" Arthur asked.
Mindy shook her head.
"Well, you'd probably be a better dancer than me." Arthur laughed. "Were you ever into the arts?"
"Not those arts, but drawing and painting." Mindy answered. "I wanted to study art here, even signed up to be an art history major when I started, but my dad flipped out. So I changed my major to business almost immediately."
"I thought I remembered something about you being an art history major." Arthur said. "Your dad freaked out?"
"He didn't want to spend the money to send me to college just so I get a 'waste of paper.' His words. As translated from Korean by me." Mindy sighed. "He's right, but still."
"You can still study art through electives, things like that. If you want, right?" Arthur asked.
"Yeah." Mindy shrugged. "At least a little."
Arthur frowned. "I'm sorry." He said. "For what it's worth, business is a very versatile major. You can always make enough money to return and take whatever classes you want."
Mindy smirked. "Yeah. If I could pay my own way, my dad couldn't tell me what classes to take."
Arthur nodded. He felt the age difference in that statement. Mindy was eighteen, almost nineteen, but she was a Freshman, and this was her first semester of college. He was twenty-two and a senior in a five-year MBA program. Older, wiser, and in a very different place in life. He was also much more independent in his choices. Though, that independence might have been a privilege from his gender or a cultural difference between their families.
"But it's okay. I'll study business for now." Mindy shrugged it off. "Who knows what the future holds."
"Do you do a lot of painting, drawing, that kind of thing as a hobby?" Arthur asked, turning the subject back to one that made Mindy brighten.
"Ever since I was a kid. I do a lot of fan art. That kind of thing." Mindy said just as they pulled into the parking lot for the bowling lanes. There were plenty of cars in the parking lot, but it didn't look overfull.
"What kind of fan art?" Arthur asked. "Any characters I'd know?"
"Are you into Korean soaps?" Mindy asked hopefully as Arthur parked the car.
"Mmm..." Arthur seemed to have to think about it. "Not as much as I used to be. They've really gone downhill recently."
Mindy laughed. It was apparent to both that despite his love for theater, he'd never been exposed to Korean soap operas.
"Any Manhwa Manga?" Mindy asked.
"Manga, yes, some." Arthur asked as he turned off the car.
"Korean manga." Mindy explained. She unbuckled her seat belt when Arthur did and started to get out of the car.
"I'm afraid not." Arthur shook his head. "Or, at least, not anything that advertised itself that way."
"Anime?" Mindy asked.
"Some!" Arthur answered. "I really liked Cowboy Bebop. And uh... Fullmetal Alchemist."
"Brotherhood or Original series?" Mindy asked as she closed the car door. She looped her left arm through his right and walked closed beside Arthur through the parking lot to the doors of the bowling alley.
"I've seen both, but I prefer Brotherhood." Arthur answered.
"Me too." Mindy nodded. "Have you seen Death Note?"
"Afraid not." Arthur shook his head.
"Avatar? Airbender or Korra, I'll accept either." Mindy teased him.
"Both!" Arthur answered enthusiastically. "A friend of mine made me watch both of them." He confessed.
"Selene?" Mindy asked with a knowing smile.
"Got it in one." He chuckled. "Did she tell you about that?" He asked.
"No, but we talked about the shows a lot, actually. It came up when we were chatting yesterday." Mindy shrugged. "She and Kat are really nice. I love them. I'm glad I get to be one of your girlfriends."
Arthur laughed. "Well, let's see how the date goes. You might not want to be my girlfriend by the end of it."
"Okay." Mindy rolled her eyes.
They reached the doors, and Arthur pulled one open for her. She nodded to him as she passed, and he came in behind her. The zany mostly-blue carpet on the floor probably hadn't been replaced since it was installed in the 90s. The air smelled of wood, wax, stale food, and the faint smell of cigarettes that would never entirely leave the place despite it being a non-smoking building for at least a decade. There were people in the lanes, the rolling sound of balls on the lanes, and the occasional crash of pins. The voices of children, some teenagers, and a smattering of adults of various ages.
"Welcome to bowling." Arthur said with a small smile. He led the way to the counter where the registers were. There was no line. So he asked for a lane for the two of them, for two games, and a pair of shoes for himself and for Mindy. The inevitable comparison of foot size between the two seemed to tickle Mindy pink. It almost seemed as though she could fit her shoe inside of his. She put her bowling shoes next to his and took a picture.
"Okay to post?" Mindy asked.
"Sure." Arthur answered after glancing at it briefly as they made their way to their lane.
Their lane was the farthest to the left, with a gap of three lanes between them and the nearest other bowlers. They got there, and Arthur swapped shoes rather quickly. Mindy had to sit and take her time untying her heels. Arthur got them balls, a 14-pounder for Mindy and an 18-pounder for himself. Mindy hefted it, shook her head, and immediately traded it for a lighter ball.
"Can you show me how?" Mindy asked, looking up at Arthur.
He nodded as he finished programming the scorecard and stood up at the first row of dots with his bowling ball in his right hand.
"It's pretty easy once you get the hang of it." He assured her. "You step forward with your left, then your right, and then your left again so that your foot is behind this line-" He indicated the foul line with his toes. "You can use these dots to line yourself up correctly. As you step forward, you swing your arm back with the ball, and then swing it forward like this-" He demonstrated. "And let it go so that it rolls down the lane, and- well, the rest is physics."
Mindy nodded enthusiastically.
"Got it?" Arthur asked, just to be sure.
"Got it, Boss." Mindy smiled. "But you go ahead and show me for real. Just to be sure."
Arthur nodded, stepped up, and took his first turn. The ball rolled straight down the lane but spun a little toward the end, leaving three pins standing.
"My turn?" Mindy asked.
"Not yet." Arthur shook his head. It hadn't occurred to him that if she'd really never been bowling before, he would have to explain all the different rules of bowling, which, without the context of seeing them played in the game, was probably extraordinarily dull and a little confusing. Still, he powered through. He explained the rules, and she seemed to get it.
"You've really never been bowling before?" Arthur asked, just to make sure.
"Nope!" She shook her head. "I've lived a few minutes from here all my life but never made the trip. None of my friends were into it, I guess."
His second bowl of the frame knocked down the rest of the pins, giving him a spare. Mindy clapped.
"Okay." She said, standing up with her feet together and holding the ball in front of her. She looked over her shoulder at Arthur, who gave her a thumbs up for encouragement and nodded her on. She smiled, looked down the lane, stepped forward, wound back, lunged low like he had, swung forward, and released the ball.
It rolled straight into the gutter.
"Aw." She stamped her foot.
"Hm?" Arthur asked, looking up. He'd been distracted by how her skirt bounced when she bowled, flashing some skin and the straps of her garter belt just above her thigh-highs. "Oh." He said, realizing that her ball was rolling through the gutter and she was pouting at him. "That's okay. You get another try." He nodded. "Try starting off a little bit more to the left."
She followed his instructions. This time, it didn't go straight into the gutter, but it twisted pretty far at the end and only took out four pins. She hung her head in shame and shuffled back to her seat. Arthur patted her on the shoulder. "You'll warm up." He assured her.
No one was in the lane next to them, which was good since every two lanes were coupled by the seats surrounding them into miniature dens. Arthur was glad that he had the prime seats behind Mindy, and no one else was around to risk them seeing something that might have embarrassed her. It might have been his imagination, but he thought she was putting some extra, unnecessary bounce in her step to make her skirt rise more than usual.
"Your turn." Mindy shook her head.
Arthur patted her shoulder again and took his turn. Strike. "That was luck." He said honestly, nodding toward the lane.
"Isn't it still your turn?" Mindy asked.
"No. When you knock them all down, that's the frame. So it's your turn again." Arthur explained.
"Oh. Okay." Mindy nodded and stood up again, almost surprised to have to do it so soon.
The frames continued that way for most of their first game together. Mindy got the hang of it as they went on. By the ninth and tenth frames, she was knocking down most of the pins but still seemed unable to get the elusive strike or spare.
Arthur, by contrast, had a scorecard on the screens above them that was made up almost entirely of strikes and spares, and his final score was quite high. He encouraged her, though, every time she was up, and she seemed to be having fun. Arthur's final frame ended up with him getting a spare and then bowling an extra frame, which was a strike. He turned back to Mindy, who was sitting in the chairs and clapping for him.
"You're really good at this." Mindy said. "Or at least, way better than me, so I hope you're really good at this, or I suck worse than I think." She laughed.
"You don't suck." Arthur shook his head.
"I will if you want me to." Mindy said under her breath.
"What?" Arthur's head turned to look at her with lightning speed.
"Hm?" Mindy feigned innocence as if she hadn't said anything, and her fingers started idly playing with the string of her velvet choker.
"I thought you said something?" Arthur asked.
"Nope." Mindy said, then laughed, which gave away the game. "Just thinking out loud, I guess. Trying to come up with ways to throw you off your game."
"Ha." Arthur struck a heroic pose. "Good luck."
As if to prove her point, Mindy slid her legs apart, causing the skirt to ride up and show off the skin above her thigh-high stockings. She reached down and lifted the dress a little, flashing him what appeared to be a pair of red panties made of nothing but intricate lace. Arthur froze, looking around for a moment and then back at Mindy, who pushed her skirt back down with her hand and took on a devilish smile.
"I think I just thought of a new way to make this game more fun for me." Mindy said with a laugh.
"Are you not having fun?" Arthur asked.
"Oh, I am." Mindy assured him. "But I want to have a little more fun. With you. I..." She hesitated, then hooked her finger, beckoning him closer. He stepped toward her and lowered his ear to her lips so she could whisper into it. "I want to be a little naughty." She confessed quietly.
Arthur felt the blood rushing to his pants, and he took a deep breath. As far as distraction tactics went, that was a good one. "Naughty girls get punished." Arthur whispered back into her ear.
Mindy reached up to take hold of his forearm as she sat up a little to whisper back. "That's what I'm counting on, Boss."
Arthur gulped.
The second game was, consequently, more interesting. Every time Mindy went up to bowl, she adjusted her clothing. The first was when she watched Arthur bowl a strike to start the game and waited for him to turn around and see her in the seats before she flashed her panties. Arthur looked around, but no one else seemed to notice.
The second time, after his second frame, she sat with her legs crossed. She drew her finger up the side of her leg, pushing the skirt higher up her thighs and showing off the tan line over her hip, denying him a view of what he desperately wanted to see. She locked eyes with him as he looked at her, after watching his eyes roam up her legs and under her skirt.
The third was, in the pretense of fixing her shoe, she bent over at the waist and would have presented herself directly to Arthur's seated face had it not been for the pleats of her skirt blocking his view despite their sway.
The fourth was, after getting up to take her turn, she decided to take off her cropped sweater. She pulled the strings of the bows one by one. Arthur watched as they tugged free, then she shrugged her shoulders to get rid of the garment and rolled it down her arms behind her.
Arthur watched as she rolled the sweater off her shoulders and realized that the dress beneath it had less fabric on top than he thought. The top was little more than if it were the top of a set of overalls, pulled tightly against her by halter straps and barely covering her double-D breasts from the side. Arthur gulped when she turned to show off quite a bit of side boob and showed off the fact that it was a backless dress. Two deep dimples were at the base of her spine, but no bra strap crossed her shoulder blades.
Then she made a point of turning, standing in profile, and showing off her curves. Arthur was always surprised by the size of her breasts when he saw them without being hidden by the baggy t-shirts she wore for delivery or the blazers she wore over her blouses sometimes at work. The dress seemed explicitly chosen to show off.
She smirked at him and took her turn. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't even see how many pins she knocked down. It was fortunate for him that the computer kept score.
"Do you like my dress?" Mindy asked as she waited for the ball to return. She twirled one of her pigtails at her shoulder and smiled at him.
"I love it." Arthur nodded. "You look amazing."
"Thanks, Boss." Mindy gave him a wink as she spun around to bowl the second half of her frame.
Arthur smirked and shook his head as he watched her again, blissfully unaware of the rest of the world. "You really like calling me Boss, huh?"
"It's cute." Mindy defended as she returned from the lane. "I like giving people nicknames, and yours is Boss."
"So, what do you call Beth?" Arthur asked as he stepped up to take his turn. "After all, she's our boss. I'm technically just your coworker."
"But you check all my work, you help me out if I have any questions, you do all the work Beth should do as the manager, you just don't have the title. And you've been there longer than anyone else, including Beth. You know everything about that place. It's your office. We just work there." Mindy smirked.
Arthur chuckled. He took his swing and bowled a strike, only to turn around and see Mindy with one hand grasping at the side of her neckline. She quickly pulled it to the center once his eyes moved to her hand and flashed her nipple at him. It was only a lightning flash of a moment. If he blinked, he would have missed it. Yet he could see and remember a small dark circle of flesh amid the sea of her tanned skin with golden undertones. Arthur physically stopped moving in surprise.
Mindy giggled. "I should have done that before you bowled." She realized. "Would have thrown you off your game."
Arthur shook himself out of his stupor and let her trade places with him. He swatted her behind as she stepped past him, and she spun so fast that her skirt nearly flew up. He thought she would yell at him for a moment, but she didn't. She stared at him.
"So that's what it took to get you to take some initiative?" Mindy asked.
Arthur laughed. "What are you talking about?"
"You." Mindy said. They turned toward one another, and Mindy moved closer to him. She had to tilt her head back so she could look up into his eyes as he looked down at her. "I had to ask you out, and I had to start the flirting today. You're letting me lead."
"I thought-" Arthur started to defend himself. "I didn't want to assume-"
"It's sweet. Sometimes. But... There's a reason I like calling you Boss." Mindy explained. "I've been fantasizing about us, you, for weeks now. And none of those fantasies have me leading you. And I know you have it in you. The girls said you-" Mindy paused.
Silence passed between them as the lanes around them thundered with the noise of the sport.
"What did they say?" Arthur asked, looking down at her.
"They said if I told you what my fantasies were, you would help them come true." Mindy answered carefully.
"I suppose that depends on the fantasy." Arthur admitted. "But, if I can, I'd like to."
"Then don't be afraid to live up to your name. Alright, Boss?" Mindy raised an eyebrow at him and stepped back, crossing her arms over her chest.
Arthur nodded. "Alright. You're saying you want me to take the lead, then? Set the pace for the flirting, that kind of thing?"
Mindy nodded.
"And what will you do if I push things too far?" Arthur asked. "How do I know where the boundaries are?"
"There are no boundaries." Mindy answered.
"You say that, but-"
"I know what I'm saying. No boundaries." Mindy repeated. "And if I need to, I'll stop you."
"How?" Arthur asked. "What's your safeword?"
Mindy seemed surprised by the question and had to think about it for a moment. "Should we just use red light like the rest of the harem?"
"We can if you want to." Arthur laughed. "Or we can use a word you'll remember because you came up with it. It's totally up to you."
"We both have to remember it, though, right?" Mindy asked.
"Well, yes. But I will remember it. I promise."
Mindy thought about it. "Bratwurst."
Arthur laughed. "Okay. I'll stop if you say Bratwurst. You sure about the no boundaries thing?"
"I trust you." Mindy smirked.
"Should you?" Arthur asked. Then he stepped closer to her and brought his lips to her ear for a whisper. "If I wanted to, I could rip that dress off you right now, bend you over these seats, and do all kinds of things to you."
Mindy looked shocked for a moment, but then she closed her mouth, leaned forward, and brought her lips to his ear as he bent down to hear her. "Don't you want to?"
Arthur smiled at her as he stood back up and gave her a wink. "I want to finish this game first."
Mindy slapped his arm but spun and stepped toward the return to pick up her ball. She bent over farther than she had to in lining up her shot while Arthur sat down and watched. Then she strode forward and bowled, knocking down most of her pins.
"You seem pretty confident about all this." Arthur commented.
"Bowling?" Mindy asked.
"No, the rest of it. The safe word stuff." Arthur commented.
"Ah, well, like I said... my ex and I... He was really into it." Mindy blushed as she stood there and waited for her ball to return.
"Just him?" Arthur asked.
"I was into it too." Mindy admitted quietly. "Really into it." She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Really, really, into it. You have no idea how hard my imagination kicked into overdrive when I saw you were into it too."
Arthur smirked. His imagination was kicking into overdrive now, so he had a good idea. He watched as Mindy bowled her the rest of the frame and then passed her to bowl his.
"So you have a bit of experience with it, then?" Arthur asked as Mindy sat.
"Just some, I guess, but enough, I hope." Mindy suggestively tugged at the side of her halter top again, and Arthur unconsciously bit his lip.
He bowled but, despite his distracting imagination, knocked down all the pins. Mindy pouted at him as she traded places with him again and bowled her next frame without comment.
"So." Mindy started as she stepped away to wait for her ball to come back. "What should we do after bowling? Do you have any ideas?"
Arthur chuckled. He rocked his head back and forth as though thinking and stroked his chin. "How hungry are you?"
Mindy raised an eyebrow at him. "Not very. It's pretty early."
Arthur looked around to ensure no one was watching them or eavesdropping. "Well, what fantasies did you have that you wanted me to make real?" He asked.
"Didn't the girls tell you?" Mindy asked.
Arthur shrugged. "Kat mentioned something about messing around in the office?"
Mindy nodded. She bowled the second half of her frame, letting Arthur step up to bowl as she stepped down.
"I... might be able to make that happen." Arthur said quietly. "I wouldn't want either of us to get fired over it."
"Me neither." Mindy nodded as she took her seat and drew her hand up the top of her thigh to reveal a band of skin just beyond her thigh-high stockings and the garter straps.
Arthur turned away after a moment of smirking at her and bowled. This time, his ball spun and only struck a few pins on the end.
Mindy giggled.
"What about you? Beyond the bondage stuff, what are some of your fantasies?" Mindy asked. "What kind of things are you into?"
"I'm into a lot of different things." Arthur answered with a shrug.
"Come on!" Mindy protested. "You promised to try and be more specific about what you like." She pouted at him and looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.
He laughed. "Fair enough." He nodded as his ball returned, and he picked it up. "I've uh..." He hesitated and then leaned in a little as if confessing a secret. "I've always wanted to do it in a movie theater."
"Really?" Mindy asked. "That's it?"
"I mean, that's not my only fantasy." Arthur laughed. "It's just one I've always wanted to do."
"You've never gotten up to anything in a movie theater?" Mindy asked to verify.
Arthur shook his head. "No, I had a recent experience that was kind of a Netflix and Chill kind of moment, but it wasn't the same. And my ex-girlfriend was plenty kinky, but she didn't go in for any mischief in public areas like this."
"I get turned on by it." Mindy smirked. "It's a bit of a thrill to get away with teasing you like this." She drew her hand up the inside of her thigh to punctuate her point and showed off the front of her red lace panties to him for a brief moment before she pushed her skirt back down and straightened it.
Arthur glanced around, but no one was watching them, and where she was sitting, she was hidden from most of them anyway. He was the only one with the vantage point to see what she was teasing him with, and he had to smile at her. He shook his head, turned, and bowled his frame. He hit the spare, which made Mindy pout when he turned back to her.
She stood with her hands on her thighs and brushed against him as they swapped places.
"Have you ever thought about doing it anywhere else?" Mindy asked.
"A few places, I suppose." Arthur smirked. "Like the office."
"Oh yeah?" Mindy asked, sticking her butt toward him as she lined up her shot. "Anyone in particular?"
Arthur felt a little guilty for not having sexually fantasized about Mindy before, at least not in any graphic detail. Selene had been the last one he'd pictured tied up under his desk, forced to suck him off as he worked. Though, now that he knew about Mindy's desire to get it on in the office, Arthur felt he would definitely be thinking about her while he was there from now on.
"Not really." Arthur confessed. "I didn't know you were interested until you asked me out."
Mindy bowled and then stood straight to get back to Arthur. "And now?" She asked.
"Now I can't get the image of you bent over my desk or stashed under it out of my head." Arthur confessed.
Mindy smiled. That, it seemed, was the correct answer. "I like the idea of hiding under your desk, sucking you off while the others work, Beth wondering where I am."
Arthur smirked. "That'd be quite risky."
Mindy bit her lip. "I like a bit of risk." She said and pulled the hem of her skirt up her thigh with one hand as if to prove her point before letting it drop when she sat down. "The idea of getting caught makes me hot."
Arthur smirked a little. "Want to go see a movie after this?"
"Sure." Mindy answered immediately. "I don't even care which one."
Arthur had a hard time, literally, bowling his next frame, but he managed it without appearing indecent.
Mindy was smiling by the end of their second game. Her point total was higher than the first, and Arthur's was lower, which she took full credit for. He still won, but by a much smaller margin. Arthur returned the balls and shoes as Mindy put her heels back on. When he returned to the lane, she was ready to go, with her sweater and high heels back on, bringing the top of her head level to his shoulders.
"Shall we?" Arthur offered her his arm, and she looped hers through it, holding on to his bicep with her other hand.
Together they made their way out of the bowling alley and back to his car. They both looked forward to the movie that neither planned to watch.
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