Chapter 18: A Package Deal

"So, what are you going to do, Kathy?" Christi propped her chin on the pretty blonde's flat stomach.

"I don't know," Kathy sighed and shifted on the bed. "Michael's letter is just so, so sweet. He says he's suffered a setback, but he's working really hard so he can get out and come see me."

"I think 'Michael' just needs to learn to let go," Christi teased as she slipped her tongue into Kathy's belly button.

"Ha, ha. Really funny. Now, what am I going to do?" Kathy fretted. She hadn't told Mommy and Daddy about the passion that had ignited during her night at the County Home.

"How many guys have tried to buy you? Ten? Twenty? Your dad always says no," Christi outlined the worried girl's breasts with soft kisses.

"But I want him to say yes," Kathy sighed. "Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes!" She stoked a curl in Christi's long brown hair. She knew her friend was trying to make her feel better, but the letter had set off a million emotions.

She'd dreamed about Michael Barnes every night, even though, until now, she hadn't even known his first name. It was always the same: she was chained to a bed and covered with drops of hot red wax that slowly melted into her flesh. She could feel every molten invasion and the heavenly fire inside as he thrust into her loins. Then, his gentle hands would tighten slowly around her neck and she would ride spasms of airless terror towards ecstasy and oblivion.

But, now, there was a letter to prove that it was more than a love-struck school girl's fantasy. He wanted to posses and enslave her completely; just as Daddy had enslaved Mommy when he brought her home from the convent.

Christi kissed Kathy tenderly and raised her head so she could place the nylon noose around her neck. "I know what you need, Kathy, I not going to lose you to him."

"You won't lose me," Kathy pulled Christi close. "I won't let him buy me unless he buys you, too," she pledged. "I'll write and tell him that we're a package deal, double or nothing."

"But, what if he doesn't want me?" Christi whispered. She lost her grip on the noose and began to sob.

Kathy held her tight. She had never seen her bold friend frightened before, but how she was as timid as a mouse. "Then he'll have to buy you for me or he can't have me at all. I promise.

"Anyway, I know Daddy won't even consider selling me until after we graduate, so there's plenty of time to make everything okay," Kathy comforted. The two girls lay with hair entangled and quietly gazed into each other eyes as the late afternoon sun shot long golden beams through the window of Christi's room.

There was a knock at the door. "Oh, I thought I heard voices," a stunning, more mature vision of Christi came into the room. "You must be Kathy. You're all Christi can talk about. I'm Carol, I'm so glad to finally meet you."

"Hi," Kathy said shyly. Her face was still buried in Christi's curls.

Both girls sat up. "Mom," Christi motioned for her mother to sit down, "it's about time you got acquainted with your new daughter-in-law."

"Oh," Carol laughed. "You have to forgive her, Kathy, she does carry on." She smiled and tickled the tip of her daughter's nose. "Young love is so grand."

"Why don't you join us, Mom?" Christi drew her mother toward her.

"I'd love to, Honey, but I can't. I've got to work tonight," Carol kissed both girls and excused herself.

"What does your mom, I mean Carol, do?" Kathy asked.

"She's the featured lap dancer at Ferrell's Family Diner."

"Really? We eat there all the time," Kathy exclaimed. "I thought she looked familiar. I didn't recognize her with her clothes on."

"Most people don't," Christi hopped out of bed and pulled up her nylons. "I think being a lap dancer is really cool, but Mom says she'll do anything as long as it pays the bills and makes her cum."

Kathy rose and embraced her beloved. Her fingers traced the long red welts on Christi's back and felt her shudder with each delicious memory of the previous night's sweet agony.

If only Michael could be here the triad would be complete, she thought as they watched the sun's last rays vanish in the west.