Chapter 496

“Alright, my turn to go get a round,” you said. You and Maeve had gone back to talking about University, and why she’d chosen to do an internship in the US when she probably had more (and better) opportunities in the UK - her answer had been that she wanted a reason to see the States, and other than a few specific people she’d met it was generally as overbearing and overhyped as she’d expected.

“Oh, no, don’t worry about that,” she said, shaking her head. It set her curly hair waving a bit and you wanted to run your hand through it but didn’t follow through on the reflex. “I’ll order another round on my tab.”

“You’ve already bought two,” Gemma said across the table. “It’s our turn.”

“Oh,” Maeve said. “Right, no, I haven’t been buying them. Alastair has been.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that you felt like you should have known who ‘Alastair’ was, but you definitely didn’t know anyone by that name.

“Who?” Sabrina asked after a moment.

“My Paypig,” Maeve said.

“ ... What?” you asked.

“Maeve, stop having fun,” Amanda sighed, shaking her head.

Maeve smirked a little.

“Wait, paypig?” Sabrina asked, sounding like she’d made a connection in her mind. “That’s a kink thing, right?”

“Sort of,” Maeve said. “Well, for him anyway. I actually have three of them. It’s ‘Financial Domination’ - like I told John, I’m interested in unique sexual experiences. One of those experiences led me to taking on some Paypigs.”

“OK, hold on,” Gemma said. “So you’re ... I don’t get it. Is this like a BDSM thing that they ... pay you for?” Her tone hinted at ‘Isn’t that just prostitution?’

“Again, sort of on their part,” Maeve said. “I haven’t really been able to figure out the psychology of it yet, and there aren’t exactly a breadth of studies on the subject for me to draw from. Basically, I have three very well-off men who send me money and gifts whenever I demand them. One of them pays for my rent every month in London, another one obsesses over me having the latest fashions and gets off on me ruining the designer clothes he has delivered after wearing them only once or twice, and Alastair pays for anything I eat or drink. I can also use their credit cards as often as I want, though I save that for special occasions.”

“Holy fuck,” Sabrina said, shaking her head slightly. “And what do they get out of it?”

“The occasional text from me,” she shrugged. “One of them only wants to be called degrading things, so that’s fairly easy. Another enjoys being turned down by me so I generally only need to tell him I want something and ‘No’ when he asks me out. Alistair is a bit of a little bitch when I’m not spending enough of his money so sometimes I have to pretend I’m spending it on male prostitutes, or hooking up with people from Uni.”

“Jesus,” Gemma said, her eyes wide.

“Actually,” Maeve said, taking her phone out of her purse. “Mind if I take a photo of us, John? He’ll lose his mind if he knows I’m planning on fucking you.”