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CONTENT WARNING

This novel contains scenes of BDSM that may disturb some readers.

These scenes include impact play, restraint and binding, gagging, blindfolding, and verbal domination.

These scenes are depicted with safe practices. All characters involved in these scenes fully and enthusiastically consent to the activities depicted in the scenes, and consent and safety is discussed thoroughly in the text. There are also substantial cooldown and aftercare scenes in the text.

It is the author’s intent to depict safe BDSM practices realistically and as part of a healthy romantic relationship.

But, even with those precautions in place, some readers may want to avoid this book if any of the topics could be triggering.

CHLOE’S MANSION PLAYLIST

“C’est Comme Ça (Re: Wet Leg)” - Wet Leg

“Suburbia” - Pet Shop Boys

“Born Slippy (Nuxx)” - Underworld

“Don’t Delete the Kisses” - Wolf Alice

“i was all over her” - salvia paith

“Telephasic Workshop” - Boards of Canada

“Wild” - Beach House

“bad idea right?” - Olivia Rodrigo

PART ONE

Vi

1

I looked at my phone to see the message that at this point I felt was inevitable:

Hey Violet! Sorry I had some stuff come up and I don’t think our date is going to work out! Sorry!

Sabrina’s cheery, smiling profile picture was next to the message, but any positive feelings I might have had for this woman evaporated entirely. I was sitting in a slightly too expensive restaurant that I’d made reservations for two weeks ago, wearing a cute dress, but the straps dug in to my armpits and the zipper itched between my shoulder blades. I guess when I thought I was going to have a wonderful first date with a woman, I was so excited I didn’t notice these things. Maybe I thought that if I wore a dress this cute, Sabrina would have no choice but to peel me out of it by the end of the night.

But now that wasn’t happening, obviously. I was almost an hour into this date, and the waiter was clearly getting annoyed when I kept telling him my date would be here in just a minute. With this message, I knew I had been lying to myself just as much as I was lying to him that this would be anything but a disaster.

I picked at the couple bits of the appetizer that still looked appealing to me, my appetite suddenly replaced with a lead ball in my stomach.

Also, she called me Violet. My name is Vi. I make that clear every. Single. Time. It’s one of the first things I say to someone when I meet them. Violet is some eighty-year-old woman who spends her days tending to an elaborate garden in the English countryside. Vi is…well, Vi is a perpetually frustrated JavaScript developer that can’t get a damn date to save her life.

“Miss…I’m sorry, but⁠—“

I turned my head to the waiter, tears welling in my eyes, “I know, you need me to go…and my date just stood me up, so, I don’t have a reason to be here. I’ll just take the goddamn check, please.”

The waiter was taken aback by my outburst, and so was I. I wasn’t a really an angry person, not even when I should be sometimes, but I was so fed up by being ghosted like this, treated like my existence was an afterthought, that I let it out.

I was so angry and hollow-feeling that I needed someone who I knew wouldn’t ever shut me down or abandon me. I found my contacts and hit the top of my favorites list. I knew that if I called, Yara would know it was serious.

“Vi, what’s up?” Yara said.

“Yara, I…”

And at this moment, this is when the waterworks started. All the emotions about the rejections, missed connections, ghostings, and all the times that I’d felt useless in the past few years came crashing down against me at once.

Crying wasn’t even enough to encompass what was happening to me. This was beyond describable emotion. Doing it in a crowded restaurant was more than embarrassing, but at this point I’d been so embarrassed at the sad state of things, I didn’t care.

“…Sabrina didn’t show…god, Yara, I feel so fucking worthless.” I said, leaning down with my elbows on the table in a very undignified contortion.

“Ah, Vi, babe, I’m sorry…you know it’s not about you, right?”

“Yara, at this point I sort of think it is…” I looked up and saw the waiter standing with who I assumed was the manager. Whatever they were going to tell me, they were wise to not approach me because who knew what I’d do. The manager took the check out of the leather bill folder and held it up, then tore it down the middle before smiling at me. It either meant that I didn’t need to pay the bill, or that they were going to ban me from this establishment, either or both were fine by me.

“Vi…I’m in the neighborhood, how about I pick you up and take you for some coffee? We can talk it out, I don’t want you feeling like shit all night because some dumb girl doesn’t know that you’re the best.”

“Am I the dumb girl in that situation?” I said, smiling at the small scrap of levity.

“Guess we’ll have to find out…you’re at Mastrano’s, right?”

“Yeah…”

“I’ll see you in five.”

“Thanks, Yara. Genuinely.” I said.

We hung up, and I walked out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk. The cool late spring air was a relief, and the clouds were just patchy enough that I could see a few stars dancing in the murky black sky. I almost felt human again. Almost.

2

“Can I be honest with you?” Yara said, shuffling into the booth, being careful not to topple the latte mug that was filled to the brim in front of her.

“It’s been a pretty brutally honest night. What’s one more hard truth for the pile?” I said.

“It’s not a truth about you, Vi…” Yara said, her ringlets of hair golden and dark brown, a tuft hanging in front of her face in that perfect ‘I woke up like this’ way. “The girls on those apps…in a city like this, Vi, they’re not looking for what you want…you want something more than a hookup, you want⁠—“

“—Yara,” I slapped the table, “in some circumstances that may be true, but, as we stand right now, I haven’t had sex with a woman in eight months, and I feel like my pussy is basically a radiation exclusion zone at this point.”

Yara laughed, putting her hand up to her mouth to stifle it. “Have you ever considered that talking like that might hurt your chances?”

“God…” I looked up, the yellowy light of the café calming if a little blinding, “I mean, probably.”

“No, listen, Vi, you’re…too good for those apps.” Yara sipped her drink, giving me a soft, serene expression over the rim of the mug. “Isn’t there someone from work you could ask out, like…anyone?”

“All those ships have sailed long, long ago. Every single woman I work with is straight, married, or not at all interested in me.”

“Alright, well…” Yara tapped her nails on the mug and pursed her lips. “I have another idea, but…it’s a whole other level that I don’t know if you’re even remotely ready for.”

“Yara, I’m desperate, so anything from your much more interesting and fun sex life will probably be beyond enticing for me.”

Yara sighed, her face not animated or doing anything for maybe the first time since I met her in college, almost fifteen years ago at this point. She didn’t get serious or contemplative very often, and it was one of the main reasons we worked so well together…because I had more than enough seriousness and contemplation for the both of us. “You know my friends Brenda and Wendy?”

I nodded, remembering the few times they had joined us for lunch or dinner. They were a bit older than Yara and me, and seemed like this super happily married couple, which I really didn’t need in my head while I was all single and miserable. “Yeah…lawyer and chef, right? They seem to, uh, be pretty married to each other, so I don’t know how this helps my situation.”

“Well, Vi, you know how every few months I just…disappear for a weekend or so?”

“I mean, I don’t exactly track your every move, but, you do go radio silent here and there.”

“And have you noticed how before and after those times, Brenda and Wendy seem to show up in my life more, and I talk about them a hell of a lot more often?”

“Sure…” I said, wondering where this was all going. It was at least a distraction from the disaster of the rest of the night.

“I probably should have told you about this earlier, since we’re supposed to tell each other ‘everything’” Yara made air quotes, “during those times, Brenda, Wendy, myself…and a few other friends, we just go somewhere and have a shitload of sex with each other for a weekend.”

"So you just meet up with them every couple of months and just…have sex?" I said.

"It really doesn't need to be more complicated than that, does it? We all like each other, and we all want to fuck. What's the problem?" Yara said.

“And the married women are just…fine with all of it?”

“Well yeah,” Yara smiled and laughed a little. “This has been going on for a while…a long while. Brenda, Wendy and I have been the constant members, and the two of them are literally married because they were in this group…I got to see the first time they ever had sex with each other, that was pretty hot.” Yara giggled.

"So, this is…like a singles night for horny lesbians," I said. I still couldn't believe it. It was strange, of course it was, but after striking out so many times, I was pretty much open to anything.

“I mean…we've done long weekends…someday I think we're going to rent out a cabin for a whole damn week.” Yara looked down at her drink and then at me. “Am I freaking you out too much right now?”

My heart was racing, the prospect of the event feeling exotic and liberating to me. From what I remembered of Brenda and Wendy, they were both pretty gorgeous, and the thought that they’d been having sex with my best friend pretty regularly for years tied my brain into knots…but it also created a kindling of warmth in the base of my stomach, a curiosity that I couldn’t ignore.

“No, I’m not freaked out, it’s just…this seems so…”

“Incredibly hot? Something I look forward to doing every couple of months, so I don’t lose my damn mind?” Yara grinned.

“I guess it’s really great for you, but I just…”

“Relax, Vi," she laughed. “I’ll just ask you straight up. Do you want to give it a try?”

I bit my lip, looking everywhere, but Yara’s face as she seemed to stare through me, tempting me into this brand new world.

“If you think they’d want me there, I’d go.”

“Oh, I am sure they’d love to have you. As long as you're OK with having sex with me…"

"Yara! I…you…” I could feel my face heating up and my palms growing sweaty. “That's not what I…I…I mean, of course, you’re hot…it's just that it…we're best friends, it's just…”

“And best friends fuck all the time. Like literally all the time. What makes this different?”

"I know but…”

“Your choice,” Yara sighed and shrugged. She pulled out her phone and tapped her nails across it, her face locked in concentration. “You can come with this Friday, or not…totally up to you. I think you’d have a lot of fun, at least get yourself out of this little rut.”

“Friday? That’s like three days away.” I said, the far-off possibility of doing this suddenly meeting me face to face. I didn't respond right away. Yara looked over at me, her expression neutral, but I could tell there was a hint of curiosity underneath her calm gaze.

“Well, Vi, it’s good to know you’re still able to count.” Yara smirked.

I looked down at my coffee, the constellation of foam swirling slowly, holding my attention, anything to keep me from thinking about making this leap. It’s not like I considered myself a prude or anything, and even in the past, I’d gotten into some pretty wild sexual escapades, but what Yara was proposing was an order of magnitude bigger than using toys in public or having sex in a hot tub…one of those I would recommend again in a second, the other not so much. Water isn’t the lubricant you think it’ll be.

I closed my eyes, knowing I needed to make a decision. Yara was offering me this because she thought it would help me, and that I could take it. And, even with something this crazy, I trusted Yara to have my best interest at heart. “You really want me to…?”

"I’m not going to pressure you into anything, Vi. But, the other girls would probably love to have a new person to play with, it's been a bit since we've added someone."

I gulped, feeling my pulse quickening in my throat and a fresh warmth between my legs.

"How does it…how would it work with so many girls? Are there…I don't know what you even do?"

"Aren't you cute?" Yara grinned at me and moved in close to whisper into my ear. "Trust me, you figure out how it works really easily. And since it'll be your first time, I'm sure we will all give you special treatment." Yara gripped my thigh, bringing a sexuality to our friendship that I hadn't until this point felt. "And tomorrow night is at Wendy and Brenda's house…they're fucking rich and have so much fun stuff for us to play with. I absolutely guarantee it'll blow your mind, and that's even before I lick your pussy, which is going to blow your mind even more."

I swallowed hard, the moment finally registering in my mind. It felt like there were butterflies flitting about in my stomach, my mind and body overflowing with a kaleidoscope of emotion. I looked at Yara, seeing my best friend in a completely new light, on the precipice of having sex with her. I felt elated. "I can't wait…" I said, leaning over and kissing her.

3

We sat in Yara's car in front of Brenda and Wendy's house. I was a bundle of nerves beyond measure. I hadn't even met any of these women before, and now I was facing the prospect of being naked in front of them, having sex with them, all before I even got to know them. I'd hooked up with women before, of course, but this was a whole other realm. Plus, there was the big question mark looming over having sex with Yara. Would it change our friendship? We'd always been open with each other about sex, had always gone into salacious detail about sexual encounters now and then, and had even not been shy in admitting that hearing those stories turned each other on. But that was just talk, and this was going to be real, actual sex with each other…and a bunch of other women.

I tried to breathe and not look freaked out, but Yara could tell I was sweating.

"Are you OK?" Yara said, putting her hand on my thigh just below the hemline of my dress.

"Yeah…" I lied. "I mean…I'm just…nervous."

"It's going to be fun. They're all really cool. And they'll like you right away," Yara said. "Plus, it's not like we're going to start fucking the moment we get in there. I told the girls it would be best if we took things slow for your sake, so we're going to just let things happen and give you the best introduction possible. Wendy even said she was making some sushi for all of us, and she's a damn good sushi chef," She patted my thigh, "so, hey, even if you don't love the sex, you can at least enjoy some of the finest sashimi you've ever had."

I laughed a little. First, I was going to get a meal from a top-flight chef…and then I was going to get to fuck that chef.

"It'll be great. And they'll be gentle with you."

I could feel her fingers moving up and down my thigh, so close to me. I had longed for this moment, but now I found myself completely paralyzed. "Touch me…just a little." I sighed.

"Really?"

"Yeah, don't…like, finger me or anything, just touch me over my panties, just to calm me down." I said, the words rapid and begging. It was a spur-of-the-moment thing, but since it was already going to happen tonight anyway, moving things forward with Yara didn’t seem like the leap it would have been for me even a few days ago.

After agreeing to do this, Yara and I had spent some time getting more intimate with each other. While Yara insisted that we save the big stuff for tonight, we had made out a little, touched each other’s tits, and rubbed each other through our clothes. Nothing more than first date stuff, but enough to let me dip my toe into the water to know what it would be like to be with Yara.

Yara nodded, moving her hand up and letting it disappear under my skirt. She was looking right into my eyes as she made her way up, and when her fingers brushed my pussy over my panties, I inhaled sharply, biting my lower lip. She was gentle but firm, and her eyes widened as she felt my warmth and wetness for the first time. Our friendship had been playful, and fun, and serious, but it had never been this. This was new intimacy, and my heart was racing as my best friend crossed the threshold with me.

"Damn, Vi, you're really excited…"

"Mmmm…" I nodded. "I'm really excited about tonight and being with you."

She leaned in and kissed me, our lips moving slowly but passionately together as she slipped her fingers inside my panties and grazed my clit. "Oops…I wasn't supposed to finger you, was I?"

I laughed with Yara's mouth pressed against mine and nodded, “Just do it a little…but seriously, don't make me come…I want that to be special tonight."

Yara smiled at me, her fingers moving down until they were grazing my wet entrance, her touch light as a feather but the effects like a wave of energy hitting my pussy. I moaned and wrapped my arms around her shoulders as she kissed my neck and pushed her finger into me, moving slowly but surely. "God…damn, you're wet."

"Thanks…" I said, not knowing the appropriate response to your best friend sliding her finger inside of you. She pushed in deep, her mouth on mine as we kissed. Her finger felt so good, moving inside of me just slow enough that I didn't feel the urge to orgasm. My heart was pounding, and I had goosebumps across my skin as she finger-fucked me. I loved the feeling of it, the pads of her fingers applying pressure, her short nails grazing my walls to provide a little contrast.

"Yara, oh fuck…oh my god…ohhhh…yes…" I was whispering into her ear as she brought me to the brink, her mouth pressed to my ear. "It feels so good…"

Suddenly, Yara pulled her hand back and kissed me on the cheek. "And…if we go for ten more seconds, you're going to come, so I'll stop right there."

I wanted to tell her to not stop, to put her hand back where it was, to get me off and make this moment as perfect as it could be, but I knew I'd regret if my first orgasm with Yara was in a cramped car with my panties pulled to the side. I wanted it to be nice, memorable, and uncomplicated.

I closed my eyes and took a breath, gathering myself before pulling my dress down and adjusting my panties back into their proper position. When I looked over and saw Yara licking her fingertips, the sight of it almost made me come right then and there.

"Oh…they are going to love you." Yara said, gleefully cleaning her fingers.

4

Wendy and Brenda's house was incredible. It was one of the bigger houses on the street, in one of the nicest parts of the city. It was only two stories tall, but had a modernist look with stunning floor-to-ceiling windows on the second floor, showing the pink sky in the distance framing tasteful furniture scattered through the rooms. For two women who liked to share themselves with other women, they also didn’t seem to care much if people saw whatever was going on in their house. I imagined at night, anyone driving by would have a clear view of anyone doing anything on the second floor…but maybe that was by design. Yara told me that Brenda was a lawyer and Wendy was a top-tier chef, and it was clear that even in those lucrative fields, the two of them were in the top echelons.

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