Chapter 31

Saturday 3rd Sept 2022

When she woke the next morning after a sleep in, Julian was still asleep, so she grabbed her phone and lay against him, catching up. First, she checked the news.

David Jones was once again in the news, rapist murderer of two long missing teenage girls. The police had named the girls, and reopened their cases, though their bodies had never been found. Larissa knew they were going after whoever helped David and there was a reasonable chance the help was in the group picked up at Ubirr. There were starting to be articles that had a coherent timeline of the events around the song too - Isla and her press conferences, and Layna’s video - that had given everyone enough information to assemble everything, though Layna’s video had rearranged the timeline a little for artistic impact. People were confused about her motivation, and it did look pretty confusing looking back with the benefit of hindsight.

Isla was also in the news - her performance in the bar, in fact, all three of the performances, had been livestreamed and tweeted and were trending. Her hash tag was trending too, as was ‘#NotABillionaire’ and ‘#VoiceOfAustralia’. Larissa was in lots of them too, and she was happy with how she looked in her goth underwear. She found one serious article that had taken up the question of ‘this is way more fun’ and it said for now, at least, it really looked like Isla had made a decision that suited her just fine, and given the quality of those performances, maybe they did deserve a billion dollar price.

Social media had gone off, and Toni had had a great time with it, so Larissa grinned and let her go for it, inciting everyone to have their own dancing in your underwear party.

✉ Alison: Happy for you. The dancing looks great. Good to see you letting go
✉ Alison: All good here. Jessica and Samson very happy
✉ Alison: Mum came and took her lickings like a man. I was very surprised. She apologised very genuinely and said she’s had her nose rubbed in it badly, and how can she be better, and I think maybe that’ll come to something?
✉ Alison: Dee has calmed down and we had a good talk about the promises. She’s thinking about going all the way with B3, he’s really doing it for her
✉ Alison: Grandpa is all excited about Layna’s deal, though I’m sure it’s complicated and everyone wins, but he says he’s going to the WH with her again, and this time Bob might go as well
✉ Alison: Anyway enough news. Sleep well!
✉ Larissa: Thanks. No heat for you from the swimming naked thing? Or the photo?
✉ Alison: Another statement: Swimming race on the Great Barrier Reef: Good. Doing it naked: Awesome. Beating Larissa: Priceless!
✉ Larissa: Best statement ever

Then there was her chat with the rich girls.

✉ Harper: Photos from the sleepover, which we got around to last night
✉ Harper: [photos of girls doing normal sleepover things]
✉ Harper: A great time had by all
✉ Sienna: Best time!
✉ Patti: The best night ever
✉ Sarah: Loved it. Sweet as
✉ Patti: I am very loved. We all slept naked in one bed, and I got a full on snuggle and kiss with Sienna
✉ Patti: We’re just friends, but it was very loving for them to do that
✉ Sienna: Girls are only somewhat my thing but pashing with Patti is lots of fun
✉ Sarah: I cried watching it. And I got a naked cuddle with Patti this morning before I left. Nice
✉ Patti: +1
✉ Harper: Me too
✉ Isla: Sad I missed it, but I had business in Melbourne
✉ Sienna: We saw your business, #NotABillionaire!
✉ Harper: Looking at that made me wonder whether I can find some old guy to cut the same deal with
✉ Patti: Right on. At first, my mum and dad were in hysterics, Isla has totally lost her mind
✉ Patti: Breakfast this morning, they were looking at your pictures, and your smile, and thinking again
✉ Cornelia: I’m jealous of that deal. Some old guy to pay for everything, and you don’t have to fuck him, and ffs he can’t even divorce you. Where’s the downside?
✉ Harper: Right on. Though he’s not that old or bad looking
✉ Isla: Right. I don’t have to fuck him, but I can...
✉ Sienna: If he does a good play with your tits, sure. I’m up for that as part of the deal for me
✉ Patti: Even I’d go for that. I did think the tits thing was just a joke until Larissa got in on the act
✉ Patti: Now I’m not sure
✉ Harper: It’s clearly a joke
✉ Sarah: It’s clearly a joke that’s also the truth
✉ Isla: I intend to milk it as much as I can as long as no one can tell whether it’s real
✉ Larissa: That’s the game I’m playing. The journalists loved it
✉ Layna: The question for you girls is whether you’d like it to be true
✉ Patti: yes
✉ Sarah: +1
✉ Cornelia: +1 yes indeed
✉ Harper: I’m in
✉ Sienna: I totally am
✉ Emily: I know the truth! But I’ll never say
✉ Cornelia: Who’s idea was it for you to work for Isla?
✉ Emily: Larissa’s. Everything is Larissa’s fault
✉ Layna: Larissa gets everywhere. She’s the one who got Isla out the front last night
✉ Layna: And Isla was awesome. Voice of Australia indeed
✉ Harper: Yes, voice of Australia indeed (+6)
✉ Harper: Also, We saw photos of you dancing. Larissa’s undies = spectacular
✉ Harper: But Kayla, you looked great! Love them
✉ Sienna: Emily looked great too. The makeover was defo worth it
✉ Patti: OMG yes, awesome. Tell me some guys hit on you
✉ Emily: Thanks. No guys hit on me when I’m dancing with the others and security all around
✉ Emily: I’m just getting used to the eyes all the time, no hurry
✉ Isla: We know about the eyes, oh yes
✉ Sienna: Oh yes. Kayla, has your family said anything this morning?
✉ Kayla: LOL I am taking my sister to the shop Larissa and I bought that stuff at right now
✉ Kayla: [link to tweet from shop]
✉ Kayla: Such fun
✉ Sienna: Classic Larissa
✉ Kayla: But spare a thought for my brother, who found out this week that Dad is not his actual father. I had breakfast with him this morning
✉ Alison: Wait, what’s all this about tits?

Julian was awake, so she threw some sports undies on and they went for a run along the beach. Very cold, so they ran hard.

When she got back, Peter Nutter had released his commentary. Interesting. He said that there’d be lots of opinions about what happened this week, but he was going to focus on Larissa’s motivations, because he’d experienced her trying to repair his family, and succeeding, and she’d started out assuming David Jones was the same. Logical, because while you mightn’t agree with everything Larissa does, she’s got a heart of gold, as pure as anyone alive. But as everyone knew now, David was not normal. He traced Larissa getting trapped by a rich powerful criminal, and her fear growing. And then: she won. Again. Yes, he’d been surprisingly murdered by someone, but even if he hadn’t, he’d probably have been put away for life, and then they’d have got him for those dead girls as well.

Then he pointed out something that no one else in the media had realised, or at least commented on: he posted a long list of proud old white guys that had tangled with Layna and Larissa and walked away with their tail between their legs. Himself included. LALitsu, he called it, Layna and Larissa ju-jitsu, suck them in and use their strength against them. And how well you fared after tangling with them was a good assessment of your qualities as a person. Peter himself hadn’t done that bad, but he’d learnt he had to improve himself. Bob had evidently passed the test. Others, not so much, ending up diminished, dismissed, denigrated. But when they tangled with a genuine criminal: deceased in a spectacular fashion. And while the girls hadn’t been the direct cause, did anyone think he’d have died if he hadn’t tangled with them? No!

And finally, what was wrong with the world when it let murderous criminals run amok because they had lots of money? Shame!

Larissa laughed. Consistency wasn’t Peter’s strong suit, but that wasn’t her problem. But it was a long list and nice that Bob got a call out. She laughed at the girls trying to explain the tits thing for Alison, and then set to doing house work and uni assignments for the day, while Julian did maintenance on the flat, cars and bike. A Saturday at home was a rare privilege.

Mid-morning, she was doing housework when she got a message from Isla to her, Layna and Emily asking for advice. Layna said she was free, so they decided to FaceTime immediately.

“Thanks, I hope you weren’t busy,” Isla said.

“Nah, cleaning the toilet,” Larissa said.

“And washing the kitchen floor,” Layna said. “How’s your mum going?”

Isla nodded. “Better. Linda was great, she was over within minutes and she took control, handled the cops for mum, then stayed overnight. She’s still here. But Mum’s OK now. It was just that finding out she was wearing the dead girl’s ring creeped her out and she felt really wrong and guilty that she did that. She knew she wasn’t guilty but the feeling was really strong. But it’s passed and now she’s just really really angry with him. Which has resolved the funeral question, because Linda said why even give him a grave? We’re going to get him cremated and flush the remnants down the loo, and mum will piss in there first, and we’re going to announce that. And mum’s cooled down about the mistresses too, what’s done is done, they can have whatever life they want now. Anyway, I have two questions for you.”

“OK. Sure,” Larissa said, “but you should check with a lawyer whether your funeral plans are going to create unexpected trouble.”

“Oh? OK. I’ll ask Mum’s lawyer,” Isla said. “Anyway, maybe this is a lawyer question but after Linda went home, I looked up the dates of the two dead girls.” She paused, because she’d seen Larissa’s face and the big breath she drew in. “There’s two structures in the backyard, kind of outdoor meeting places. Dad would go out to them to think, and have business meetings in them. He said he just thought better out there. I got mum to go through the records, and they were built within a few weeks of the disappearance of each of those girls.”

“Shit,” Layna said quietly.

“Yes. So it’s a reasonable guess that their bodies are under them, yes?”

“Very much so,” Larissa said. “But don’t get the lawyer involved.”

“No?” Isla said, in surprise.

“The cops knew about the girls, Isla, or they at least suspected that he did it, with help. That’s why my security was so heavy. And so it’s possible that they suspect about the bodies, and tried to get permission to dig them up, and if that’s the case, the lawyer might be in on it, blocking them for years. Might not be, but can’t be sure. Anyway, what’s the question?”

“Well, Mum feels guilty, she should tell the cops now, but she doesn’t want to ruin everyone’s weekend, including hers, by having heavy machinery come and destroy our backyard. So we wanted advice. Today, or Monday?”

“I can ask,” Larissa said. “Hang on.”

She a message to Shane’s number: “Message for Shane: David Jones’s wife has figured out where those girl’s bodies are. Report today or Monday?”

“You’ll ask?” Isla said. “Who can you ask?”

“I bet that the cop who asked those questions of your mum back then, his name was Shane.”

Isla looked at her in surprise, and they could see her mute them, and then call out and talk to her mum.

“He was. How did you know?”

Larissa shrugged. “You can look him up. He’s the commander here now. He really wanted to get your dad. Very much, and it was personal.”

“Makes sense.”

Shane’s number: Where? Somewhere in their grounds?

Larissa: Y Shane’s number: Monday will be fine

“He says, Monday will be fine. I bet they already had the information to figure it out, going to get there anyway. It’s an obvious thing to look at. So that’ll be OK, tell your mum not to worry. OK. Next question?”

“There’s a show tonight. Mum and Linda have stageside seats, were going with Dad and I. She wants to go still, and says Linda’s son should come with me instead. I’m wondering, what’s your opinion about me having a friends with benefits thing with him?”

“Umm, have you slept with him before?” Isla nodded. “What’s he like? Good in bed?”

Isla shrugged. “He’s nice. Bland. Like that boy Alison’s sister got instead. He’ll never do it for me, but he’s OK to talk to. And he was alright in bed. I know I was the problem, but he tried to make it good for me. Not as much as some boys, but more than others.”

Larissa frowned. “Well, it’s fine to take a boy to bed because your body wants to, but your heart isn’t involved. I mean, boys do it all the time, but you should make sure he knows and he’s OK with it. It’s just benefits, not more. But does your heart want that? If it’s not great, will you like that? I mean, if you just want benefits, Sienna can surely point you in the direction of a guy who’s an expert and whose discretion is assured. But I think friends is better than some random stranger for benefits.”

“Yeah, but,” Layna said, “does friends with benefits work with your mum’s best friend’s boy? Could you tell your mum and her friend that her son is just benefits? And benefits with a boy in it for himself is very different to the benefits you got from Julian and Joe the other night.”

“And where will you do this? You said you don’t want to sleep at that place anymore? But Layna’s right ... your mum and her best friend? They’ll get their hopes up. But do you even want to go to the show?”

“Oh sure, it’s good music so of course I want to go. So I’ll definitely go with him. It’s just the after bit. I’ll think about that - thanks for telling me what your questions are, that really helped. Anyway, I better go. Emily’s found some security person, a girl who can travel with us, and I have to talk to her, and I’m meeting one of my half siblings for lunch, and then I’ll be busy getting prettied up for dinner and the show.”

Not long before lunch, she got another break. Firstly, the girls decided to have a call about their manifesto. Six of them mattered, now that Isla had simply executed on the manifesto. Or maybe, executed with the manifesto. Done, anyway. All the girls had presented the manifesto to their families since Isla had said - the families had all wanted to know after that. Two of them, it’d been a flop. The families shrugged and said, yep, doing all that, here it is. Another two, the fathers or grandfathers had said that the events of this week left them no choice; they were getting on board as quick as they could, before the Minister inevitably made Bob’s announcements, reduction of subsidies for coal, and introduction of more ambitious renewable goals. Time for them to start cutting deals with Bob. The other two, their families had been hostile, not quite getting it yet, or too embedded in the political dynamics they’d created around themselves. The girls had shrugged, and said that the family didn’t have to respect the manifesto, but it would be public, and sooner than six months, and they weren’t sorry for signing it. Sienna’s comment: “Dad will come around. Eventually.” While Sarah’s comment was: “No progress here. It’ll have to go public, but he’s damn wary of Layna and Larissa now, so he’ll fold in the end. Well done, girls.” All of them agreed that they’d got requests for the manifesto from journalists, and forwarded them to Emily.

After that Maria and Aaden came for lunch. She knew this was going to be fun, because Maria had asked if they could have the same rules as for their threesome, and they’d generally agreed. Larissa knew that they were going to talk about the wedding.

Aaden and Maria had decided to go for a bit traditional Catholic Church wedding, with traditional roles and clothes. Possibly, Larissa reasoned, to make up for the super untraditional relationship. Not that her family cared - they’d take a little while to get their heads around Maria not marrying an Italian boy, and Aaden not wearing the pants, but once they’d got to know Aaden they loved him fiercely, and Aaden’s family had come to feel the same way about Maria. Larissa was really looking forward to those photos, the intense blackness of Aaden’s family and the stark whiteness of Maria’s was sure going to make for some interesting fashion contrasts, and Aaden’s family were pretty stylish. Particularly Hani, who was Maria’s third bridesmaid, along with Helen. The four of them had got to got together for wedding planning, and she’d just gone right back to hitting it off with Hani, such a lot of fun, and they’d decided that Helen and Larissa would wear a dark blue dress, and Hani would wear the same dress in pale yellow, and Larissa knew the photos would look amazing. Specially with Hani modelling now, and being in demand, as she should be. There was going to be plenty of dancing at Maria’s wedding too, so that was something else to look forward to.

They all had big hugs and kisses, and then went upstairs for the lunch Julian had made. Once they were sitting down, Maria said, “Before we have lunch, Aaden, show them our wedding present.”

Aaden rolled his eyes, and somewhat reluctantly stood, undressed, and presented himself: he was locked up in a steel chastity device. “Isn’t that an awesome wedding present!” Maria said. “Aaden, tell them who gave it us. Oh no, better, Larissa, guess.”

Well, there could only be two women, so she guessed the wrong one, to increase Maria’s enjoyment. “Helen.” No, Maria said, laughing. “Right. It couldn’t possibly be ... no ... it can’t ... Hani?”

Maria burst into laughter. “Yep!” And that wasn’t Aaden’s comfort at all, but Larissa could see he wasn’t that unhappy. More kind of pretending, for Maria’s enjoyment.

“So has she seen him wearing it?”

“Not yet. Aaden, stand beside me and serve us during lunch.”

Maria indicated, so each time Aaden served, pouring their water, or making their rolls, Maria and Larissa played with the chastity device, making him shake nicely. While this happened, they talked. Maria and Aaden’s life was going really well; she’d done those drinks for the pledge, and she’d ended up on two of the high profile cooking shows making the drinks, and talking to the hosts about the program, and the thinking behind the drinks, and letting the hosts come up with their own for the official list. If they also came up with a suitable porno name, of course. Both times, she hadn’t quite been wearing underwear, but close - a corset and hot pants, clubbing gear. Aaden had done one of them with her, in pretending mistress/sub mode, wearing tight leather pants, playing to the idea. Their wider families thought that it was a great joke, and some of their direct family knew that the joke was that it was true. They’d certainly been popular shows.

As for their jobs, they were both doing well. Maria was now a regular at her local vet, both reception and nurse, and loving it, and she basically had a solid job offer for when she graduated at end of the year after, and she was doing well at uni, which hadn’t always been the case. Aaden had been promoted again, to the front office of the car dealership where he worked, wearing a suit and tie and managing car repairs and service. Well paid, lots of responsibility, and lots of customers asking for him directly. All good for them. And home life was just as happy, Maria with men all around her, pleased as a pig in mud, though they’d made a rule, they never played with their flatmates, beyond watching each other, particularly when mates came around for threesomes and foursomes.

“But we did something really special while you were away!” Maria said. “Aaden, come and stand here.” She told the rest of the story doing her best to stimulate him through the steel. “We had such fun with Mason and Isabella when we played that game that we decided to do a follow up. We went to their place for dinner one night, and when we arrived, I told Aaden that he was a gift to Mason for the night. No rules, whatever Mason wanted, and Isabella and I would just watch. Well, I thought we’d just watch.” As if, Larissa said, but she knew all about it, of course. Not Julian though. “That was before we had our wedding present, or he’d have been wearing that too. Mason said that it wouldn’t be any fun unless we took the edge off, so we all got naked, and Aaden and me had to down on Isabella, and then Aaden and Isabella had to go down on me. Awesome. But I was like, what about taking the edge off? That’s a guy thing, and they hadn’t come.”

“You’re getting to know Mason,” Julian said.

“Right. Well, then we ate, and Aaden spent the meal under the table eating us. Then after dinner, Mason sat on the lounge, told Aaden to lie across him, swallow him up, and see how long he could keep him up but not coming. We talked about all sorts of stuff, and told outrageous sex stories, and we all took turns playing with Aaden while he was attached to Mason, seeing how close we could get him. And then he told Isabella to attach herself to Aaden, and for Aaden to do whatever she did to him to Mason, and Isabella to see how close she could him that way. They were just using Aaden as a toy. And I had a lovely kissing session with Isabella and then with Mason once she was attached to Aaden. Then he threw Aaden over the back of the lounge, and he got Isabella and I to scissor in front of Aaden’s face so he could lick both of us while Mason nailed him. Aaden came, so he had to lick the lounge clean, and then Mason had a shower with him, said he wanted a little shower slave. I think they must have had fun because they ran out of hot water, but then they came back out and Mason got back on the lounge and finally let himself unload into Aaden’s mouth. So that was a lot of fun.” Aaden could barely stay standing up by this stage. “When their hot water had recovered, Isabella and I had a shower together. What a great night. Aaden, would you let yourself be loaned out again?”

“Whatever you say, Maria. But please choose Larissa and Julian!”

Maria laughed. “Not today, but you are giving them a massage. Who’s first?”

Julian grinned. “Larissa!”

So she stripped and lay on their bed while Aaden gave her a very nice massage. He’d obviously been practising - he was pretty good at this. And there was no doubt where it was going to end: she was going to come, so she was looking forward to that. While he was massaging her, Maria told her about the wedding, mostly stuff she knew already. Aaden finished her back teasing her between her legs, and she was nicely warmed up. Then she turned over and enjoyed Aaden abandoning any pretence of massage; now he was going to turn her on. While he did that, Maria told her something new about the wedding. “Larissa, we’re having a secret wedding before the actual wedding. We’re having relatively standard vows at the actual wedding, though it’ll be clear what our relationship is. Aaden’s parents and Hani know, and so does my family. They’ve seen.” Aaden gave Larissa a smile when Maria said that. “But before that, early in the morning, a few of us are having ‘breakfast’. But we we’re really doing is Aaden’s vows of obedience. He’s going to get down on his knees, naked with his hands tied behind his back, wearing his wedding present, and I’ll be wearing a short skirt, and he’s going to eat me out under the skirt, and then make his vows.” Wow, that sounded different, and Larissa shook at the idea. But so did he, she could feel. And he gave her a gentle smile. “And we’re going to have an audience. Helen, and Hani.” Wow.

“That OK with you, Aaden?” Larissa asked.

He nodded. “Yes, mistress, I’m looking forward to it. Hani knows, and she’s been really good about it. Though she likes her massages. Not quite like this one, but naked.”

“And she looks really good naked,” Larissa said, smiling at him. He nodded in agreement.

“Larissa, Julian, I’d also like to have both of you as audience. Please.”

Larissa looked at Julian and they silently agreed. “Sure, love to,” Larissa said.

Aaden chose that moment to stop teasing her with his fingers and he went down on her instead. After all that, it didn’t take long, and she had a lovely one.

“Julian, your turn. Aaden will do the massage, but misses out on the happy ending. I’m doing that.”

While Aaden was doing that, she asked Larissa whether she had any opinion where they should do the private marriage; she hadn’t found anywhere suitable. Larissa thought about that and then said, “You know, Maria, there’s an option you won’t know about. We’re buying a place.” Maria listened, and by the time Julian and turned over and it was time for her to get involved, she’d agreed, they were doing the first ceremony somewhere on the new place. She’d choose the night before, since Larissa also volunteered their new place for the pre-wedding party; Julian and Larissa were moving in first since they could and needed to, while the others would come over time.

Then it was time for Julian to turn over. Maria stayed where she was, and said, “We’ve been thinking, Larissa. Specially after watching you this week. Maybe we’ve been missing the point. I thought that just stopping drinking would make my life right. We thought that. And it is better. Way better. But I said we’d get married in a church to make my parents happy. Not that they care about what the church is actually about at all. But the priest made us go and talk to him about getting married before the wedding. Three evenings. I thought it would be a waste of time, but it’s been really good, actually. We got talking about you and your campaign. I thought he’d be against it, but he loves it, and he watched our TV shows, and he saw through the pretend bit and knew about us, and said it was fine, but what are we doing with our lives? What was our marriage about? Just an extended agreement for great sex, and then having to adapt to babies, or was there a greater purpose? So we’ve agreed that we’re going to go to church and figure out what’s our purpose.”

Larissa was really pleased about that, and hugged Maria tight. “Oh, Maria, that’s wonderful. That makes me happier than what Aaden did, and I loved that. I’ve really felt you two are missing that from your lives. It’s a huge part of what we’re about, and very rewarding for us. It’s like what Aaden gets from his work, but fixing people, not cars, and people really notice.” She got a lovely smile from Aaden for that, and grinned at him because he was doing his best to turn Julian on without touching that part of him, and it was working. They could all see.

“Yep, I can see that, Larissa. And since we love you, like everyone else does...” Maria moved onto the bed and grabbed Julians erection. “I get my hands on it again. But Julian, it’s still Aaden who’s going to make you come. He’s just going to control my hands and head.” Aaden put his hands over Maria’s and moved them up and down on Julian. Once Julian was nicely turned on, Aaden moved his hands to her head, grabbed her hair and moved Maria down onto Julian. Maria licked where ever he put her face, and Aaden moved her around as he wished, up and down the shaft and on his balls. Larissa knew that wasn’t going to be too long, and sure enough, when Aaden held Julian’s dick so he could get Maria licking up and down it on the right angle ... bang. Aaden pulled her up to tip at the last minute, so it all went in her mouth, and then they kissed while Julian recovered.

“OK. My turn!” Maria said. Once she was naked and facedown on the bed, and Aaden and Julian had got to work on her, she said, “So, Julian, I sure wish Aaden could have just rammed you down my throat.”

Julian laughed. “You’d like that?”

“Oh yeah,” Maria said. “Just occasionally, Aaden and I switch. I know you like that we do that. And when we switch, I really like being surrounded by men. Naked, turned on, hard. We never play with our flatmates, but they’ll watch, and I had six guys around me one time. They were having a foursome, and we’d picked up someone. On my knees, Larissa, dicks all around me. Hard, watching Aaden come down my throat. What do you reckon, Larissa?”

“Oh, we fantasise about that for me.” She told Maria the Taekwondo shower fantasy, the hardcore variant, the one where she was held in the air to blow guys while being eaten out, and then she pulled a train with another girl, kissing. She told it slow, and Maria came at the end of the fantasy, which was also the end of the massage.

“That was the best fantasy,” Maria said. “I know it will never happen, but next time that you have the fantasy, I’m the other girl, OK?” Larissa grinned, and gave Maria a kiss. “And we’ll replay that one, but Aaden’s going to be the other girl. Man, that’d really do it for him.”

“But when does Aaden get to come? He can’t come in there, right?”

Maria grinned. “One of our friends claims that he can, but there’s no enjoyment when he does. Just increases the frustration, but that hasn’t happened yet. We just tried again! No, sometime this weekend, I’ll tie him up and take it off, and pop. Knocked him out last time. He was getting pretty desperate too. Maybe this time he’ll be desperate enough to let Hani take it off him.” Aaden shook for that, and Maria grinned. “Or not. Maybe it’ll be Helen. Could’ve been you, but another time. You can try and make him come in it if you want.”

Why not? He stood in front of her, and she held him by the device, stroking his balls occasionally, and gave him a fantasy where he was shipwrecked while wearing it, and washed up a beach at an island hosting a young girl’s sleepover getaway, a bunch of teenager girls finding him, and realising that they didn’t have the key, so they couldn’t get him out, and so hey, here was a man who’d do anything for them, desperate to, except actually fuck them. Shower slave, massage servant, tongue available, he’d know every bit of all four girls by the end of the weekend. And one of them brought a dildo they’d try on him. Just as an experiment, of course.