Chapter 93

"Kiss my cleanup girl, John," Juliet said. She grinned warmly. Stephen looked on with a broad smile.

Kat kissed me. Her hand slowly stroked my cheek as her tongue massaged mine. She tasted salty and earthy. I could feel the heat rising from her cunt. My face flushed with a combination of desire and the implications of submission, and my head started to spin.

Everything had happened so fast. It was so filthy. But there was a heavy implication that settled on me. The balance of power had shifted. Dramatically. And the only way to figure out exactly how was to let the weekend play out.

At some point, we all just collapsed, like someone had turned off our power switches. But the down time didn’t last long, maybe a couple hours. We had partied until dawn, the flurry of cocaine supplemented by rips from a comically large bong. I remembered skinny dipping. The vibes were all incredible. The most interesting thing was that Stephen and Juliet isolated themselves a