Part XIII - 3: Best Friends

Holly had noticed the lump in my shorts after I had brought Tammy out, but had waited to say something until we were on the highway.

"You know what?"

"What?"

"If I didn't know better, I'd swear you let them have their way with her."

"If you didn't know better."

"So what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, but you were right about her doing more than just tell them stories. I walked in on Tammy giving one of them a blow job and stopped it," I said, omitting the rest of what happened.

"I wish we could bring her real self out," Holly sighed. "I could really use another girl to talk to."

"Uhm, I've been meaning to talk to you about that," I said. "I'm not really sure which Tammy is the real Tammy."

"What do you mean? That slave bit isn't the real Tammy. It couldn't be."

"Okay, the master slave bit is not really her, but I'm not so sure about the rest. I mean, I think they are both the real Tammy. Like different parts of her. And the Tammy we've been talking to the past day has all Tammy's memories and knowledge. I think once the slave commands have been removed, whatever is left will be the real Tammy. The point is, if you want to talk to her, you might as well do it now. Maybe you'll find something out I can't."

"But... " she said before letting out a deep sigh.

A good ten minutes passed before she suddenly exclaimed, "OKAY! Wake her up so I can talk to her!"

"Shit, Holly. Do that again and I won't have to wake her up," I exaggerated. "Hey, you know what? I just thought of something. Yeah. That will work. Okay, wakey wakey, Tammy."

Tammy opened her eyes and stretched, then after looking over at me she looked at Holly and said in a bewildered voice, "Who's driving the car?"

"What?" Holly said. "What do you mean who? Tim is."

"He is?" Tammy said looking at me blankly. "But there isn't anyone there... "

"She can't see me or hear me, Holly," I said smiling. "Don't talk to me. If she really starts to think I'm here, then she'll be ripping her clothes off again."

"Oh. Ah, the car is being remote controlled. You know, Tim's dad is rich and, ah, well, you know," Holly stuttered out.

"Oh," Tammy said very disappointed.

After several minutes of silence where Holly almost said something before she chickened out, I said, "Come on, Holly. You wanted to talk, so talk. She is still your friend, no matter how she acts."

Holly let out another sigh, then turned around to look at Tammy and said, "Tammy, what's wrong?"

"He doesn't like me, does he?" she said in a quivering voice.

I rolled my eyes up and shook my head, wishing I had never made her think I was her master.

"Sure he likes you," Holly said trying not to look at me. "He's just trying to keep me happy by not using you like a doll."

"But I WANT him to use me like a doll," she said with some conviction. "Holly, PLEASE tell him it's okay?"

"Why, Tammy? I don't understand you any more. You used to be so careful. Remember when we bet on who would keep their virginity the longest? You won that bet, remember? I still can't believe... "

"Oh, but it feels so GOOD! I wanted to share that with you so much. I'm sorry for trying to trick you. I only wanted to make you happy, and make him happy too. You haven't as much as had a date since Justin... I just thought you could use some good sex... "

"Good sex? You call being made a happy nymphomaniac the cure for getting over Justin? I've forgotten all about him. I've just been busy with Beany being mine now, and... And... "

I felt Holly holding back something that she didn't want to say in front of me. But she didn't have to say it.

"You only wanted to have sex with Him again, didn't you," Tammy said softly. "Holly, don't you think I know all that? You talked about Him like He was some kind of super lover, but you never gave me any details about what exactly you two did, and Justin hurt me just as much as he hurt you when he left for someone new. If it wasn't for my old master making me his, I don't know what I would have done. But now... Now I have no worries. He tells me what to do, and I do it knowing I'm making him happy. And making him happy makes me happy... Can't you see how much better it is?"

"But you wanted to have sex with me. Did you feel that way before he made you like that?"

"No, but that's because I felt it was gross and ugly. But it isn't, Holly. It's wonderful. I wish I could show you, but I know you wouldn't like it unless He made you like it."

I kind of tuned the conversation out at that point. I knew Holly wasn't going to find anything out that I didn't already suspect or knew, so I let my mind wander to make time slip away faster.

After a while, Holly got tired of being turned half way around in her seat and climbed in the back to talk more comfortably. They were simply talking girl talk, both of them almost forgetting how things were different between them now that Holly knew about Tammy's other life.

I sent Tammy back into snoozeville when I got off the highway so I could talk to Holly about what was to come. Unfortunately, all Holly wanted to do was discuss her own personal conclusions of what Tammy's condition was, and I didn't try to stop her because she felt she was helping Tammy that way.

When I drove through the front gate of the North mansion, I finally relaxed my mental guard against the possibility that Tammy's master would some how locate her. Holly was suddenly very quiet as we pulled up to the two level garage, her attention captured by my father's helicopter resting on its pad just outside the front of the mansion. She never even noticed the two nude women walking across the lawn in the back. And before she could get a chance to, I pulled into the opening garage door leading to the air conditioned level of the garage.

"I'll have my dad's mechanic Randy work on the girls while we take care of Tammy," I said as I put the car into park and shut off the engine. "Uhm, Holly?"

"Hmm?" she said, noticing Randy's muscular form at the other end of the garage.

"Hey," I said, turning her head towards me with my hand.

I didn't pull my hand away from her cheek as she looked in my eyes, and I suddenly felt a strong sense of affection flowing between us. I rubbed her soft cheek and then moved my hand up to the side of her head to stroke her hair. Her gaze never left my face, and finally she knelt forward to plant a kiss on my lips.

The kiss was short but full of emotion, and after finishing our kiss, Holly wrapped her arms around me and hugged me a few minutes while I continued to stroke her hair.

"I love you," she sighed. "I can't stop thinking about how strong my feelings are about you. I never felt this way with Justin or anyone."

"Oh, Holly... " I sighed back. "I love you too. But there are things you don't know about me and my family that might change the way you feel about me."

"What do you mean?" she said sitting up disturbed.

"Well, for starters, my mom and I kinda like don't usually wear clothes in the house. My dad usually wears a robe, but not always. And my dad has a lot of servants who don't wear any clothes either."

"Shit. Well, as long as no one expects me to go without clothes, I guess I could handle others not wearing any."

"Yeah, I'm sure you can handle that and a lot more. But... You're going to see a lot of girls your age and older who only want to serve my dad any way they can. They're not quite as bad as Tammy, but almost. And you might be offered your own male servant who will be a lot better looking than Randy or me."

"Why are you telling me all this now?" she said a little frustrated. "I expected most of this from what you said before. You made it clear you didn't go for what your dad does."

"I know, and I know you wouldn't have lost your head if I didn't mention it, but I just felt I needed to warn you anyway. I know my dad pretty good. He's going to have his way with Tammy."

"Well, you'll just have to make sure he doesn't," Holly replied sternly.

"I figured you'd say that," I sighed. "But there's something you still don't understand about me, and I'm not sure how you're going to take it."

"What? You're not going to tell me you're married, because I know you're not. You're not gay... What else could there be?" she asked half serious like. But then the half smile disappeared as it occurred to her, and in a softer voice she asked, "Is it another woman?"

I looked her in the eyes and she knew that's what it was without me having to say it. I felt her energy drain away from her spirit as she realized I had been hinting at that all along. She just hadn't wanted to believe it and had ignored it until now.

"Holly, I'm sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it's not just another girl, but my best friend too. The three of us are kind of... I love them with all my heart. I want to help them recover so bad... But just being in the same room with them makes them go nuts with emotions... "

"I don't understand," Holly interrupted. "Recover from what?"

"Lets take our stuff to the house and I'll explain on the way," I said before giving her a peck on the cheek.

I woke Tammy up and once Tammy stripped her clothes off in a hurry, the three of us carried our luggage as far as the door of the garage before the five servants intercepted us and took them from us.

"Master, is this your palace?" Tammy said in her best sexy voice.

"Uhm, it's my dad's mansion, actually," I said, trying to not look at her perky tits as the saliva she had just rubbed on the nipples made the tips stand out.

"Holly, please?" Tammy whined.

"What?" I asked, having a good idea what.

"But Tammy, I... It doesn't matter, though, does it. Nothing matters anymore," Holly said sadly.

My eyes locked onto Holly's, and an instant later the empathic connection formed. I felt the heartbrokenness she had been hiding from me, and I was starting to realize how far her feelings for me had progressed during the time we had been together, when Holly somehow closed the link and started to hurry back the way we came.

"Holly," I cried as she broke out into a run when she entered the garage. I felt her tears and emotions riding out of her as she searched for someplace to hide and cry. I wasn't sure what to do. If I went after her and tried to comfort her, she would always hate herself for letting someone see her in that state. She prided herself on being unshakable. But at the same time, I would never forgive myself if I didn't do something to help her.

I followed her cloudy mind and was surprised as she was when Randy suddenly appeared in front of her. Holly's defenses went up immediately, and if it hadn't been for the dampness around her eyes, Randy wouldn't have known anything was wrong.

When Randy realized she was upset, he immediately asked her if she knew anything about engines. My jaw dropped from his brilliant idea to distract her from her troubles with something he knew she must know a lot about.

Randy was the mechanic who had found the cracks in Midge's engine block, and I guess I had spent a lot of time talking about Holly and Beany as we worked on her. Randy was one of those truly gifted mechanics, and had been my dad's personal mechanic ever since he had graduated from high school three years prior. While living in my dad's mansion and working as many hours as my dad needed, he was allowed to go to school to get his mechanics degree/certification and live his life the way he wished. He had managed to keep his high school girlfriend for a whole year before they went their separate ways, and since then had discovered my dad allows his slaves to freely have sex with each other. While he was very happy with the sex he now received, he missed the chase and the intimacy he had with his old girlfriend.

I figured he knew what he was doing when he convinced Holly to show him how Beany's engine was different from Midge's, but before closing the lock on his mind, I made sure he wouldn't try anything, especially after finding him checking her ass out.

"Tammy," I said as we started walking again. "Have you ever been in love? I mean, real love?"

"I love you, master," she said with emotion.

"Tammy, you don't even know me. I meant the kind of love that you found on your own, not forced on you. Did you love Justin?"

"I don't think so. No, not Justin. But I do love you, master."

"I know you do," I sighed.

We were met at the elevator by my dad and the twins, and after giving Tammy a quick kiss which she tried to extend into a tongue fest, I let my dad take her to the study while the twins and I went to check on Joey.

The twins had worked out a way to shield my presence from Joey enough that I could approach his room without him knowing it. Apparently it had been my own emotions which he had picking up on rather than his small telepathic abilities sensing me. I was even able to look in the door to see him watching TV with my mom, and he never suspected anything was up when my mom saw me and left him to speak with me.

"You're dressed," I said when we were safely out of earshot.

"I had to put clothes on to keep him from getting flash backs of when he had me under his control. Where's Holly? I thought she was coming home with you?"

"She's, uhm, helping Randy with the two girls."

"The two girls?"

"Midge and Beany."

"Oh, I see," she said, not really meaning it. "I take it your father has the other one?"

"Yeah, but he promised not to do anything until I'm there too. How is he?"

My mom brought us to a stop and faced me straight on.

"I don't want to get you all excited, but he's starting to act like his old self. He really went through a lot of grieving last night. I think the worst is over, and he's been asking about you a little."

"Me? What did he ask?"

"Well, like what you were doing, and if you were mad at him for what he did. He's having a lot of trouble keeping what Steven made him do and what he wanted to do separate, and he's feels guilty for all of it."