"You are going to be my bitch here." She said.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked.
"It means that I'm making you into my sex slave. Your main purpose in life will be to satisfy my twisted appetites. See, I'm a member of a secret little sex club. There are about 20 of us. I think you've already met one of the other members-- Phil, down at the front desk.
"Anyway, we get into all kinds of weird group sex. And when I put the word out that I could blackmail you into being our bitch, I got a very enthusiastic response." She said smiling.
"This is too fucked up to even think about." I said.
"Maybe you can think about this--what would your father do if he knew you liked to dress up in girl's underwear? Think he might kick you out of the house? Think he might write you out of his will?" She said with a wicked smile on her face.
"You are one sick bitch." I yelled at her.
"You don't know how sick-- not yet." She said.
Another knock comes at the door before I can even begin to digest what Franca is telling me.
"But you're about to find out," Franca says.
She goes over to the door and opens it. Phil, the front-desk clerk, walks in. As Franca lets go of the door, Phil leaps on her. He wraps her in a bear hug and grabs the hair at the back of her head. He jerks back Franca's head and plants a sloppy kiss on her lips. I can see their tongues darting into each others' mouths.
She's really serious on what she said. I was shocked seeing my father's house kissing a stranger. Not just a normal kiss but a deep kiss. I feel like Strangling two of them but I know I can't do Anything.
I was sitting, watching a lady my dad married to, kissing another guy in front of his son. So devilish and disregarding.
When Phil has enough, he pushes her away and fixes his gaze on me. I feel like engulfing his eyes out, He's just a bastard.
"Is that her?" he asks smiling.
"Yeah,"Franca Replied turning to look at me.
Phil licks his lips. I squirm and pull at the hem of my dress.
"She'll do nicely," Phil says.
"She's a virgin," Franca says.
"Even better," Phil says. "Can we start now?"
"No," Franca says. "We have to wait for the others."
"Others?" I ask. "What others."
Phil looks at Franca with a smirk.
"You didn't tell her?" he asks.
"Not yet," Franca says.
Phil shakes his head.
"You evil bitch," he says.
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