Chapter 6

Uly was in the kitchen, still wearing her yellow sweater and leather skirt. She stepped back, fully out of view of the living room as Nadine made sure the door was closed behind her.

“Whisper!” Nadine said, leading by example.

“Yeah, how’s it going?”

“Good. Your plan’s working great,” Nadine started slipping on the oven mitts.

“Yeah, OK,” Uly nodded. “I hate how long I have to wait to get to my part.”

“How’s Tabby?”

“Still out in the garage,” Uly said.

“She’s not going to freeze to death...” Nadine worried.

“I’ll check on her,” Uly said. “You bring in the onion rings.”

“Oh my god!” Aislin hopped up taking her hands out from under the table. Nadine couldn’t tell if Heath was blushing or just affected by the candlelight. The way he cleared his throat and straightened himself, Nadine guessed blushing. “This is my absolute sin food!”

“You set this up. We couldn’t half-ass it,” Nadine said.

“Oh wow!” Aislin snatched a ring off the plate and was sucking on her fingers a half-second later. “Those are good! Really crispy. Not soggy at all! So good. Have one Heath! Eat at least half or I’ll get so fat!”

“Thanks,” Heath said. “They’re good.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes before the entree.”

“What are we having? I smelled tomatoes and cheese. Pizza?” Heath asked, still holding half of his first ring while Aislin devoured her third.

“Oh, it’s--”

“Don’t ruin the surprise!” Aislin said. She grabbed Heath’s fingers. “Oh, sorry, a little greasy.”

“No need to apologize.” He grabbed her hand and sucked her fingers. “There, nice and clean.”

“But yours is still a mess,” Aislin flicked her eyes to Nadine before leaning forward and licking Heath’s hand.

“I’ll leave you both to it then,” Nadine said.

“Is your plan going to work if she just starts blowing him at the table?” Nadine flicked her eyes to Uly.

“Maybe not,” Uly said, sucking on her fingers. “So you better keep interrupting them. Or do you not remember your part?”

“And if that doesn’t stop them?” Nadine asked, slipping on oven mitts. She opened the oven and took out the two plates she had prepared earlier. “Also, the dish is still hot. Stop burning your fingers and I’ll come get you a slice when the mitts are free.”

Nadine put on her best face and marched over to the dining room door.

Aislin dropped her fork and made another in a long line of grand happy moans.

“You should thank Nadine,” Heath said. “She did make all of your favorites.”

“Oh my god! I know!” Aislin said. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on!”

“The best?” Heath said, incredulously.

“So far, but we’re just starting!” Aislin put her hands on the table and slid out her chair. Heath winced as the legs squeaked and streaked across his great aunt’s hardwood floor. Aislin stopped dead.

“Aislin?” Heath looked at her, expecting at least recognition if not an apology.

“Shit, do you think she made dessert?” Aislin said.

Nadine, at that moment, came into the dining room. She smiled at Heath and all but curtsied to Aislin. Aislin just watched Nadine. Heath watched Aislin.

“You’re all finished?” Nadine asked. She started picking up the sauce smeared plates. She bent low and enjoyed watching Heath take a peak. She hid her smile when Heath guiltily flicked his eyes towards Aislin. Aislin gestured for him to look again.

“Everything was delicious,” Heath said to Nadine. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome,” she said, with an honest smile.

“Is there dessert?”

“The strawberry shortcakes will be served with coffee or more wine out in the music room,” Nadine promised.

“Holy shit,” Aislin said. “More wine.”

“I’ll take a coffee,” Heath said.

“No, you gotta share with me!” Aislin said, with as cute a pout as she could manage. “Bring him a glass for the new bottle.”

“Of course, as you wish.” Nadine hurried out of the room before Heath could comment either way.

The music room was a small sitting room across from the dining room. You just had to walk by the front door to get to it. It was called that by Heath because, when he was younger, his older cousins had used it to practice violin and guitar. There was a music stand, tucked behind the loveseat, but otherwise it was just a tiny room that wasn’t as comfortable as the living room next to the kitchen or the rec room in the basement.

Tabitha hid, in the stairwell to the basement, watching the dining room doors. Her slutty cut t-shirt and high riding skirt fluttered with her nervous quaking and knocking knees. Uly sat a couple of stairs down finishing off a slice of lasagna. Tabitha’s slice of lasagna. Nadine had given them each a plate but Tabitha didn’t think she could fit the food in with the butterflies.

“Wherever I end up in life, I need to hire Nadine as my live-in cook,” Uly said.

“Shut up!” Tabitha hissed. She turned and shushed with her left index finger. She gestured with a swish of her head. The dining room door opened.

“Strawberry shortcake! I didn’t even know Nadine’s dad had delivered strawberries! Oh my god!”

“I’m glad you’re excited,” Heath said. Uly’s ears picked up.

“I hope she drizzled chocolate syrup on it! I know it’s not the way they usually serve it but you can’t go wrong adding chocolate syrup to things!” Aislin’s voice dropped into a sexier register. “Give me a chance and I’ll prove it to you!”

“That,” Heath’s voice took on more of the life Tabitha was used to hearing from it, “I can’t wait to see.”

“Maybe I won’t let you see,” Aislin said. “Maybe I’ll blindfold you. Really force you to taste and feel--”

The door to the music room clunked shut. Tabitha poked her head out. She nearly headbutted Nadine’s hip.

“Watch it, you don’t want whipped cream all over you,” Nadine danced two saucer-sized plates away from Tabitha’s face. “Uly, I need you to go grab a bottle of wine for dessert.”

“Wait!” Tabitha said. “You need to go get chocolate syrup!”

“For your show?” Nadine flicked her warm teasing smile to Tabitha. Tabitha shook a bit more visibly. “Can you go get it? It’s in the fridge by the strawberries.”

“For the cakes,” Tabitha whispered.

“Huh? Well, I don’t think they need them. And the pictures in the few recipe books I looked at, none of them had--”

“Aislin likes it and she knows it’s not the way it’s done,” Tabitha said. “We just heard her. Right Uly?”

“Huh?” Uly said.

“You got tomato sauce on your cheek,” Nadine said, looking down the stairs.

“Just do it,” Tabitha said. “Right, Uly?”

“If you’re sure she said that,” Uly said. “Yeah do it. On Heath’s too.”

“But what if Heath doesn’t want it that way?”

“1, it’s not gonna ruin it,” Uly said. “2, it’s Aislin getting her way again.”

“Good point,” Nadine asked. “Have the bottle for me when I get back. I don’t want to give them too much time to themselves. I don’t think we can push Heath if he’s got his cock in Aislin’s mouth.”

“And it’ll all go to shit if he didn’t put it there to shut her up,” Uly said. “I know what Aislin likes. I’ll get it.”

Crack! The cork didn’t shoot out of the fizzy sparkling wine bottle, but the bubbles chased it out. They quickly ran over Nadine’s fingers. Aislin was bent forward, greedily holding out her champagne flute.

“Here, here! Take it.” She grabbed the second and forced the first into Heath’s fingers. She held up the second for Nadine to pour. She twisted quickly, eye to eye in the love seat. Heath looked uncertain. Aislin raised the glass.

“To great company at the end of the world!” Aislin cheered.

They tapped flutes, took little sips, and then Aislin pushed for a quick drink through linked arms.

“This is the best first date I’ve ever had,” Aislin whispered as she swallowed her second sip.

“Really?” Heath worried.

“What? What’s wrong?” Aislin had seen the disconnect in Heath’s eyes. She frowned. She looked to the door. Would this be too much? No, this would put the girls in their places, even when Heath broke it up. She twisted back. “What would you have done?”

“I’d have--I’d have picked you up in my car, but...” He looked to see that Nadine was out of the room. He sighed. “I’d have taken you out. I’d have done something. I just feel ... Along for the ride, I guess.

“Well, it’s a helluva ride,” Aislin said. She slid a hand down her side from her breasts to her hip. “And we’ve only eaten so far. What about the entertainment?”

“The girls? Are they gonna sing or something? Dance for us?” Heath said.

“Maybe a little,” Aislin said.

“Hm...” He frowned. Nadine slipped back in the room. She was carrying one of the speakers that had been hooked up to the television downstairs. She plugged the jack into her phone and set up some music. High bass, dancing music.

“Did you tell them to be strippers?” Heath asked, worried.

“No,” Aislin said. “Besides, didn’t you ask them to perform?”

Heath looked at Aislin with a frown. Nadine bowed and disappeared out of the room. Aislin wiggled, rolled her shoulders, and tugged on Heath’s elbow to move him with her. He did. It was hard not to join in with her infectious spirit. He did love her. Right? The food was amazing, he didn’t dislike lasagna, onion rings, or strawberry shortcake. He started moving. He recognized the song. It was the one Aislin had turned down in his car when his mother had first called.

Aislin called out with a great big “Woo!” She hadn’t noticed Heath slumping, but the sparkling wine was their third bottle. Uly slid in through the open doors. She was still wearing the short skirt and yellow sweater. That first sweep of her hip announced she was wearing nothing under the skirt, and the completion of the spin showed there was no bra under her sweater. She blew a kiss to Aislin and snaked out with both hands through the doorway.

Once, twice, three times, and four. The fifth was the charm. Tabitha’s shaky hands slid out and took Uly’s. Tabitha yelped as Uly pulled yanking their hands high as Tabitha skipped across the floor. Heath did not see Nadine’s hands on Tabitha’s ass thrusting the nervous girl into the room.

What Heath had seen were the red nipples capping Tabitha’s breasts. She swept in and moved, her breasts bouncing wildly unable to be contained in her shredded top. She followed Uly’s example; she obeyed Aislin’s “C’mon!” eyes. Tabitha wore a brilliant smile when she turned to take her first look at Heath.

She didn’t know why she was nervous. She could’ve narrowed it down to a few reasons. But the ones she would’ve articulated first, “He’s going to see me naked! I’m not a slut!” really weren’t important reasons at all.

She had been terrified he wasn’t going to be happy to see her like this. She had been terrified he’d only be looking at Uly.

Heath was blown away and Tabitha could tell. Her heart hit the roof of her mouth and her smile was anything but an actress’s stagecraft. She licked her lips. She swung her hips. She slapped a hand down on Uly’s skirt. She reached around the black girl and grabbed the hem of Uly’s sweater.

“Yeah! Woo!” Aislin shouted, happily surprised.

She had never been to a strip club. The idea of it, she would have said, repulsed her. She liked this though. Being in the queen’s seat, watching the peasants. Aislin stuck four fingers in her mouth, two from each hand, and whistled obnoxiously.

“Mmm...” Uly leaned back against Tabitha. Tabitha inched Uly’s sweater up over a tough black flexed abdomen. Heath thought through a cobweb.

“Girls, is--” He stopped himself from asking “Is this OK?” He tried again. Don’t be mean. “Uly, you look hot. Tabitha, wow!”

“Thank you,” Tabitha said.

“Wait till you see where this goes!” Aislin bounced up against Heath. Heath turned to her.

“This is what you wanted?” he asked her.

“Eyes front.” She grabbed his chin and turned him. She nodded to Tabitha. Tabitha bit her lower lip and pulled the front of Uly’s sweater up and over the breasts.

If he hadn’t had flashes of Tabitha’s nipples, Uly’s would’ve been Heath’s second pair of live breasts. He’d done his best to burn Tabitha’s breasts into his mind, but with Uly he took the opportunity to carefully commit the memory into the very depths of his brain.

Aislin grabbed his thigh and squeezed. He didn’t let himself be distracted. Uly raised her arms and Tabitha wiggled yellow back and forth, stripping Uly topless. Aislin squeezed again. Heath held her fingers. Uly dropped the sweater, Tabitha put her hands back on Uly’s skirt. Tabitha slid around Uly and took her place in front. Aislin squeezed again.

“They’re hot,” Aislin said, when she had his attention. She pushed his head back again. “Look! Look!”

Uly was reaching up and under Tabitha’s shirt and grabbing hold over the breasts. Tabitha, lip still caught between her teeth, brought her hands up and started taking off the scissored shirt. Uly’s hands rippled Tabitha’s titflesh hiding the prizes from Heath’s view. Tabitha reached up, far overhead, and flicked away the top. Her hands were coming down, Uly’s fingers threatened to open. Aislin squeezed his thigh again.

Heath snapped to his right to look Aislin in the eye.

“That body’s because of all the volleyball I put her through,” Aislin said, brightly cheering. She didn’t expect to scream. She didn’t expect to be dragged across and shoved belly down on Heath’s lap. He slapped her ass. He grabbed the back of her head. He turned her to the show.

Uly and Tabitha were more shocked and enthralled by Heath’s aggressive move on Aislin. Uly’s hands had stopped. The pink capped nipple of Tabitha’s right breast peeked through Uly’s middle and ring fingers. The left was still covered.

“I believe you were asked to strip,” Heath said, turning his eyes down to their skirts. For the first time today, though he had an inkling of doubt creeping up his neck, Heath felt in control.

“Strip to start! He wants the whole show. Believe me, I can feel it!” Aislin interjected, happily. Heath frowned. He looked down. He pressed Aislin down still with a hand between her shoulderblades. He looked up.

“Why should it only be a show when we can make it interactive?” he asked. He stuffed his hand up Aislin’s skirt and snuck his fingers under the floss of her thong. He started pulling and she squealed.

“Really? You want us to all play?” Uly asked, recovering before Tabitha. Uly could feel Tabitha’s bravery stuttering to an interrupted halt beneath her fingers.

“That’s not what you’re getting paid for!” Aislin commanded. “Get to it!”

“You’re paying them?” Heath asked, letting go of the thong now that he’d dragged it down to Aislin’s knees. He slid his hand over the back of her skirt.

“With room and board,” Aislin said. “Look at all you’ve given them.”

“I don’t want you guys doing this because you owe me,” Heath said, meeting Tabitha’s eyes. He then turned to Uly. He’d get a real answer out of Uly.

“I’m doing this to play with you,” Uly said.

“I’m doing this because you asked me to,” Tabitha said.

“I asked them--”

“Quiet,” Heath said to Aislin. “Is this where the show ends?”

“No,” Tabitha said. She was still shocked when Uly’s hands came off of her breasts. Tabitha looked down. Uly’s hands came to Tabitha’s chin. She turned Tabitha to look over her shoulder. Tabitha froze to the first touches of Uly’s lips.

“Yeah! Look, them and Nadine! All for you and me,” Aislin said. “Let me up, we can watch this toget--”

Tabitha was just beginning to kiss back when the smart crack of Aislin’s ass echoed out the music room door. Nadine’s head popped into view from the left like a gopher sticking out of her hole.

“No, Aislin, maybe, for the first time tonight, I like where I have you,” Heath said.

“You just spanked me!” Aislin gasped. “Are you gonna do it again?”

No one could mistake the bait in Aislin’s voice. Heath rubbed his hand in a circle on Aislin’s ass. Tabitha and Uly flicked looks at him. He nodded. They tried to kiss again. Awkward at first, Uly this time overflowing with giddy energy making her hard to pin down for Tabitha.

“Where are you going Nadine?” Heath asked. She was starting to retreat.

“She’s not part of the show. She’s the cook and--”

“She needs to get off of her feet then,” Heath said. “Look, there’s a seat all freed up.”

“That’s my seat!” Aislin inferred correctly. Nadine zipped in and sat down next to Heath.

“Now, have you ever seen anything like this?” Heath asked Nadine.

“Like them,” she gestured to Uly and Tabitha. “Once or twice. Like--”