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I couldn’t sleep for shit Friday night.
I kept thinking that maybe I didn’t want to meet her at all, let alone watch
him with her. This was a bad, bad idea. Cash said if he asked her about it
before hand, she wouldn’t come, so we’d just confront her when she got here.
That sounds like a recipe for disaster, I wouldn’t want to be ambushed like
that. He assured me it would be fine, and that her bark was worse than her
bite. I didn’t particularly feel like being barked at.

I
shifted nervously on Cash’s couch as we waited for her to arrive.

“Relax.
It’ll be fine,” he assured me. My anxiety bubbled inside of me. This was a
terrible fucking idea. There was no knock on the door to announce her arrival,
no signal to give me a few moments to prepare myself. Claire walked straight
into the apartment in a flurry of blonde hair and mile long legs.

“What’s
going on here?” she said playfully, motioning to me with her sunglasses in her
hand, “do we get to have a play date today?”

“No.
Can you have a seat?” Cash motioned to her to sit down.

“What
is this,” she asked, “a fucking intervention?”

“No,
we just need to talk to you,” Cash replied.

“We?
Who the fuck is ‘we?’ Jesus Christ, Cash. You have a ‘we,’ now?” she spit,
angrily.

“Yes,
there is a ‘we,’ situation, but-“ he started, before being interrupted by
Claire.

 
“So you’re gonna stop seeing me now? This
is Madison all over again. Don’t expect me to be here when this one runs off.
We could have done this over the phone. You know I have to take three buses to
get here, right?
Three.
Not cool, I
think you need to pay for my cab fare home,” she said, extending her hand.

“What
happened to your car?” Cash asked.

“My
boyfriend needed it for work. Don’t change the subject. Are we.. is this done?
Can I go?” she asked.

“Okay,
no, I didn’t bring you out here to break things off, don’t jump to conclusions.
But yes, this is my girlfriend, Lilly,” Cash said, motioning to me.

“
Awww
, your girlfriend. How fucking sweet. When did you move
in here, Lilly? How’d you find out about us? Snoop through his phone? Or did you
stumble across his toys?” Claire hissed at me.

           
“Uh,
neither. I actually live next door,” I replied.

“Oh,
that’s amazing. Then you probably recognize me as, ‘Ah, Oh, yeah, Come on
Daddy, harder’,” Claire moaned.

“Knock
it off,” Cash said, rolling his eyes. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat.

“So
are you guys in
love,”
she mocked.
“Did Cash tell you that we used to be in love? Until we discovered that love
isn’t fucking real and life’s too short to live some bullshit fairy tale.”

“No,
that’s not what happened, you were a coked out whore with no capacity for
emotion, don’t self deify,” Cash retorted.

“Tomato,
tomahto. What the fuck am I doing here, then?” she asked.

“I
wanted to see if you’d be comfortable letting Lilly sit in on our session,” he
stated, matter of factly.

“Seriously?”
she turned to me, “you want to watch him fuck me? You realize that’s what
happens, right? That’s what this is all about?”

“Yeah,
she’s aware. She just wants to see what we do. To try to understand why we do
it,” he replied bitterly.

“Oh,
so is our fate in her hands? Let’s put on a good show then,” Claire said,
standing and walking towards the guest bedroom. This was a terrible fucking
idea.

Cash
shrugged his shoulders and looked at me apologetically. This is awesome. Not
only has he been doing this much longer than he let on, but he used to date
this girl. I grind my teeth. I followed him as he rolled his desk chair into
the bedroom. He pushed it towards the window and motioned for me to sit. Claire
kneeled on the ground near the nightstand, and produced a bag of white powder
from her designer handbag. She poured some on the bedside table, splitting it
into three lines. Cash took a twenty out of his wallet and rolled it into a
tube. He bent down and inhaled a line of powder, handing the bill to Claire.
She sucked up her line beneath a wall of curly blonde hair, and extended the
bill to me.

“Is
that cocaine?” I asked.

“No,
it’s floo powder. We’re gonna go fuck in Diagon Ally. Yes it’s fucking coke. Do
you want some, or not?” she asked.

“That’s
not how floo powder works,” I replied. She twisted her face into a grimace, and
looked at Cash.

“Where
do you find these bitches?” she asked, inhaling the last line.

The
sad thing is, in different circumstances, we could probably be best friends. If
we met in any other situation, I would be enamored. We’d be fast bitches. She
was funny, and vulgar, and unapologetic, with absolutely no fucks to give, and
we might have been kindred spirits. Cash must have a type. Clair licked the
residual coke off the table and her credit card. “Well, let’s do this,” she
said, standing to pull her dress over her head, hanging it from the banister.
She wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. She held her hair up as Cash
fastened a glittery sliver necklace around her neck.

“What
is that?” I asked.

“Please
save all questions for the end,” Claire snapped. Cash grabbed her face and
pushed her head into the wall behind her.

“Nobody
asked you to talk, bitch. If you want to keep speaking out of turn, I can break
out the ball gag,” he breathed. He wasn’t kidding when he said he became a
different person in here. He turned to me and said, “Fly on the wall, babe.
We’ll talk when it’s over.” He turned back to Claire. He moved his hand from
her cheeks to her throat to allow her to speak.

“What
do you say?” he barked.

“I’m
sorry, “ she whimpered.

“You’re
sorry, what?” he prompted.

“I’m
sorry,
sir,
” Claire choked. He had
been tightening his grip on her throat. He let her go and she gasped for
breath. He walked to the dresser and grabbed a cloth bag out of one of the
bottom drawers.

“How
many smart ass, out of line comments have you made so far today?” he asked her.

“I
don’t know, sir,” she replied.

“If
you had to venture a guess,” he pressed.

“Ten?”
she offered.

“Let’s
call it twenty, then. You’re gonna wear them,” he stated, pulling clothespins
from the sack, attaching them to her breasts and abdominal skin, “every one of
these is one of your bitchy little comebacks.” Once he had them all pinched in
place, he flicked through them with his fingertips, as if they were keys on a
piano. Claire winced and squirmed. He wrapped his hand around the back of her
neck and led her to the middle of the room. He pushed her to the floor,
facedown. He walked into the closet and pulled out a springy plastic switch.
Claire lifted her head to look as he approached her, and he stepped on her hair
to pull her head back to the ground.
 
He grabbed her hips and pulled up,
bringing her knees under her, and pushing her ass into the air. He snapped the
switch across her back, leaving a bright red stripe where it made contact with
her skin. He stepped closer to her scalp to put more tension on her hair, and
cracked the switch again, in the same spot. Claire screamed. It shot right
through me; there was no mistaking it. She was the girl I heard through the
wall. She begged him to stop. I felt nauseated.

Cash
laid the switch into her back twenty five times. I counted. He stepped off of
her hair and ordered her to get up. He pointed to the bed. She
laid
down, and he climbed on top of her, flicking the
clothespins.

“Have
you been a good girl this week? Can we move on to the fun stuff or am I
gonna
have to punish your cunt, too?” he hissed at her.

“I
need punished, daddy. I was a bad girl. I let my boyfriend fuck me three
times,” she whined. What the fuck is wrong with these people. I don’t know how
much more of this I can watch.

 
Cash clicked his tongue. “You know what
we have to do, right?”

“No,
sir,” she replied.

“We’re
gonna have to fix your pussy so he doesn’t want it. Nobody wants a worn out
slut,” he said. He drew back on his knees and opened her legs. He slid two
fingers inside her, and worked them until her breathing got quicker. I didn’t
understand how this was punishment. He slid in a third finger, and she moaned.
He wriggled in a fourth. I think I understand now. You have got to be fucking
kidding me.

“
Who
does this pussy belong to?” he asked.

“You
sir,” she replied.

“That’s
right, slut,” he boasted.

“I’m
your slut, sir,” she moaned.

Claire cried out as the rest of his
hand disappeared inside her. I covered my mouth to keep myself from gasping in
shock. He wriggled inside her, rubbing her stretched clit, until she screamed
her way through an orgasm. She was definitely a screamer. He slowly pulled out
his hand as she whimpered. There was a streak of blood across his wrist where
her skin had torn to accommodate his fist. He licked it off, climbed up her
body, and spit it directly into her mouth. I accidentally let out a small
laugh. This was ridiculous. He looked at me and held a finger to his lips. She
showed me her middle finger behind his back.

Cash
climbed over her to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of lube out of the top
drawer. Claire flipped onto her stomach, pushing her ass into the air. He laid
a firm smack across it before squeezing lube into his hand. He rubbed it over
her ass, and she gasped when he popped a finger into her asshole. He unbuttoned
his jeans and slid them off, kicking them off the bed. He pulled his cock out
the top of his boxers and rubbed it down with lube. She dug her hands into the
mattress as he forced himself inside of her. He wrapped his hands around her
throat, and choked her and pumped his dick into her ass until he came rather
unceremoniously.

He
unhooked her necklace, and dropped it on the nightstand.

“Thanks
a lot, asshole, I’m not going to be able to fuck right for a week,” she
exclaimed.

“That’s
kind of the point,” he retorted, laughing. I cleared my throat. I’m starting to
see that the necklace marks the beginning and end of her obedience. Cash pulled
his jeans back on, and helped Claire remove the rest of the clothespins. She
wriggled back into her dress and turned to me.

“So
that was fun, huh?” she asked, sarcastically.

“Sure,”
I dismissed.

“So,
do you...” she held her fingers up to her mouth in a V and flicked her tongue between
them.

“No
thank you,” I replied.

She
wrapped her arm around my shoulder and pulled me into her. “Cash,” she said,
“we need to get her liquored up and show her a good time. The three of us could
have a lot of fun.” I pulled away from her and stood up.

“Aw.
You’re no fun. Well, we’ll cuddle later. I have shit to do. Later bitches. Text
me about next week,” she said as she walked out.
 
I walked towards Cash, and he backed
away.

“Let
me go take a shower. We can talk afterwards,” he said. My stomach turned.

I
went into Cash’s room and sat on the edge of his bed. I never wanted him to
talk to me like that. Ever. Claire seemed to be into it. I almost found it
comical. It was odd to me that he had an aversion to me calling him “sir” in
bed, but demanded it from her. I wondered if he still loved her. If this was
some twisted, perverse way to still be with her and to make her pay for hurting
him. I walk out into the kitchen and pour myself a drink. Cash sneaks up behind
me.

“It’s
not even noon yet,” he whispered in my ear, stealing the glass from my hand and
setting it on the counter.

“I
just watched you do coke. Don’t think for a second you’re in any position to
question what substances I put into my body,” I scold, grabbing the glass and
chugging the whiskey inside.

“I
only do that with Claire. It gets me pumped for the scene. You haven’t fucked
until you’ve fucked on coke,” he explained.

“I
would probably have to be high to be into half that shit too, I mean, fuck,” I
uttered. Cash’s face flushed red.

“Yeah,”
he replied, “That got a little, uh, intense.”

“The
hardest part for me to sit through was the way you talked to her. The rest… I
mean… I might not want it done to me, but to each their own. But the way you
talked to her… I never want you to talk to me like that,” I quavered.

“And
I promise I never, ever will. That’s just kind of our dynamic. She gets off on
being degraded. I get off on degrading her,” he explained. It left a bad taste
in my mouth.

“There’s
probably something deeply, fundamentally wrong with that. Like.
Psychologically,” I reported.

“Maybe,”
he said, “but it’s not hurting anyone.”