Victory Tour (Part 223) (Patreon)

We finally finished up in the shower, washing a variety of bodily substances down the drain. My legs were shaky as I slipped on a fresh pair of boxers that Marie must have delivered while I was in there. At least I thought to gather my stuff off the sink and plug in my phone on the nightstand. The battery was down below 60 percent again after being fully charged on the trip back from Cedar Springs.

That act pretty much drained what energy I had. I wasn't even thinking as I did a faceplant on Arlene's freshly made bed. It sounded like the redhead was saying something from behind me, but I couldn't make it out as the darkness claimed me.

I don't know how long I slept, but it couldn't have been very. Arlene was seated at her vanity, dressed for a relaxing Sunday at home — but fashionably so — as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.

"There," she sighed after one last brushstroke. "I look almost human, even if I don't quite feel that way."

Even at less than her best, I thought as I roused, she's still a goddess.

"Marie brought you some clothes," Arlene said when she noticed I was waking up. "What's the deal with her and your little friend, anyway?"

"She's not my little friend," I grumbled, gulping down the remainder of the Pedialyte before reaching for the T-shirt and shorts Marie had put on the foot of the bed. "I'll be lucky if she's not my little killer. She's the one I've been paired with on the Creative Writing assignment, the one who called me the biggest man whore in school."

"Well, they've certainly taken to each other," the redhead said.

That's one way of putting it, I thought as I dressed.

"I told Marie we'd talk about it," I said. "I have no problem with her having a friend, I just want to make sure we're all on the same page."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Arlene asked.

"I don't want Rhonda to feel like she's being used if her expectations are different from Marie's," I said. "I've heard she had a bad experience with a guy, which may be part of her problem with me. I don't want her having a bad experience with a girl, too.

"At the same time, I don't want her taking advantage of Marie. I gather her home life's not the best, but Marie won't be able to support her until the investment pool pays off."

"You're not thinking of offering to support her, are you?" my goddess asked suspiciously.

"Not no, but hell no," I snorted. "She'd just see that as another attempt to lure her into bed. I've already been accused of that a couple of times and I have no desire to give her more reason to think that."

"I'll see what can be done," Arlene mused. "Maybe Claudia can use her at the boutique or something."

"I'll leave that up to you," I said, collecting my pocket contents from the nightstand. "Once we turn in the assignment, I'd prefer to never deal with her again."

"Well, let's go eat," Arlene said, hooking my arm once I was on my feet. "I told your mother I'd make sure you finish your homework today. Better get something in you so you'll have the energy."

"Says the woman who rode me to exhaustion," I smirked as I allowed her to lead the way. "I could've had my Economics done by now if it hadn't been for you."

"It was my first chance to fuck a billionaire," she smirked right back. "I've told you before, big money makes me horny. What's a girl supposed to do?"

We arrived in the kitchen, where Marie and Rhonda were working on my laptop. Rhonda's little notebook computer and the thumb drive were right there. Looked like they were adding my classmate's latest contribution to the file with our combined efforts.

"Feeling better?" Marie asked perkily. "Told ya that would work."

"Yes and thank you," I said, dropping the empty Pedialyte bottle in the trash. "Although I'd prefer to never have to drink it again. That stuff was nasty."

"No argument from me," Marie chirped as Rhonda glared at me. "We're almost done here, then we can eat. The food's warming in the oven."

"Why don't we eat in the dining room?" Arlene suggested, opening a cabinet that contained a stack of plates. "I hardly ever use it, but we do have a guest and you won't have to clear the kitchen table. Gary, you can help me set the table while they finish up. Silverware's in the third drawer."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, needing two tries to find the correct drawer from the row of four — Arlene apparently worked right-to-left — before selecting four forks and knives.

"I'll fix drinks," Rhonda said, speaking for the first time in my presence. "Is tea good for everyone? We brewed up a couple of gallons when we cooked lunch."

"That will be fine, dear," Arlene threw over a shoulder as she carried the plates to the dining table with me following closely. I just loved watching that luscious ass sway.

Rhonda brought four large glasses of iced tea and Marie arrived shortly thereafter with a platter and a serving bowl. We were having unseasoned grilled chicken breasts and a salad with no dressing. It might have been the blandest meal ever, but it was probably what we all needed after battling that stomach bug.

"So, Rhonda," Arlene said conversationally as we prepared to dig in, "what do you do outside of school?"

"Not much," my classmate mumbled. "I spend most of my free time writing. Prof. Silverberg thinks he can get some of my stuff published once I polish it up. I'd like to think I could make money that way, but it'll probably be a few years before anything happens."

"Why's that?" Arlene asked.

"Prof. Silverberg says I need more life experience," the girl blushed. "There's also the whole deal with finding a publisher. He said the hard part is getting your foot in the door. Publishers don't even look at unsolicited submissions. If I can get some short stories printed in, like, a college literary magazine, that'd be something I could show them."

"And who is Prof. Silverberg?" Arlene asked.

"The husband of our Creative Writing teacher," I broke in. "He teaches writing at the university. He wants to do a doujinshi of my Donnie Darkner story according to his wife. Apparently, he knows a graphic artist who thinks it might make enough to be worth the trouble."

The three women just stared at me in disbelief.

"He wants to get you published already?" Rhonda seethed.

"With that story?" Alene snorted.

"What's a dou-whatchamacallit?" Marie asked, just a little confused.

"A doujinshi is basically a homemade manga," I said, answering Marie's question first. "It'd be little more than a vanity project as far as I'm concerned. From what I've been able to find, they're mostly sold at comic conventions. The cover art would have more to do with it selling than anything I wrote.

"And, yes, that story. It was basically like an anime was playing in my head the whole time I wrote it. Most, if not all, animes are based on manga or light novels."

"What's the story about?" Rhonda asked sincerely, causing Arlene to snort again and Marie to giggle madly.

"It's what I wrote for our fall break assignment," I said.

"It's really good," Marie laughed. "Especially if your kink is being chained up in smokey dungeons."

"You wrote a BDSM story for class?" Rhonda almost shrieked.

"It's not a BDSM story," I protested. "It just happens to contain a few BDSM elements."

"That sounds lame even to me," Arlene smirked savagely, "and you made me one of the main characters!"

"It's pretty funny if you know what to look for," Marie said, getting the giggles almost under control. "It really could be an anime. Would you like to read it? The file's still on his laptop."

"Let's go," Rhonda said after scarfing down the last couple of bites on her plate.

"You can't take my laptop!" I shouted as they scurried to the kitchen. "I've still got an Economics paper to write!"

"Use the notebook and save the file to the thumb drive," Rhonda called back. "We'll be back as soon as I read it. It's only 5,000 words."

They and my laptop were out the door and down the walk before I could get past Arlene, who just happened to shift her chair enough to block my way.

"They could have at least taken the charge cord," I growled. "I don't know how much battery life is left."

"I'd say enough to read 5,000 words," Arlene cooed. "Now finish your lunch and get started on your homework."

Much against my will, which was demanding I tan at least one little ass over this matter, I did as I was told. Marie had served me two chicken breasts and I still had most of the second on my plate.

Arlene carried empty plates back to the kitchen once we were done with me ferrying four empty glasses. Setting my load on the counter, I turned to get started on my assignment.

At least I wouldn't need Internet access. Mr. Richards had basically recited info off the state's website in going over the process of establishing a corporation. The rest would be Mr. Patterson listing and commenting on the advantages and disadvantages.

I transcribed the interview I'd recorded with them in the treasure barn, as I was beginning to think of the place. It sounded a hell of a lot better than the old drug lab, anyway. That gave me more than 2,500 words, so meeting the length requirement wouldn't be an issue.

The problem was going to be not to go overboard. Some of Mr. Patterson's observations tended to run a bit long, especially when he got on a tangent about what the federal and state governments tried to do to close loopholes that unintentionally benefitted those who knew how to exploit them. In other words, people like George Patterson.

I could only hope some of the information wouldn't be deemed a little too deep for a high school assignment. It wasn't my fault I had access to experts on the subject.

Arlene loaded and started the dishwasher as I worked, then retired to her boudoir to do some reading and maybe take her own nap. It seemed she was starting to feel the effects of the stomach ailment and our romp in the shower.

"I know you're going to have to deal with those two," she said with a smooch before departing. "Try to keep the screaming to a minimum."

"I won't be the one screaming," I snarled.

I was giving the essay one last read when Marie and Rhonda returned with my laptop.

"That's an ... interesting tale," Rhonda said as she sat the computer on the table. "You could almost believe that happening except for the long-lost island in the English Channel and the guy being the object of desire for every girl in the school. I guess it helped that he was the only boy on campus."

From her reaction — or lack thereof — I took it that Marie hadn't showed her the dirty version. If Marie was even aware of the dirty version. I needed to hurry up and delete that before the wrong people found it. But I'd need to save it to a thumb drive first. I thought it was some of my best work.

I thanked the ladies for returning my laptop and directed them to sit — Marie to my left with Rhonda across from me — while I wrapped things up. My first task was to get the computer plugged in. Fortunately, the cord was just long enough to reach a socket on the wall behind the counter as long as the laptop was placed on that side of the table. My next was to transfer the Notepad file I'd written in, copy and paste into a Word file I created and hit spellcheck.

After correcting a few typos, I saved that to the thumb drive I used for Economics before turning my attention to the girls. With a sigh, I got started on what I just knew was not going to be a pleasant encounter.

"We need to talk," I began, using a line that guys always dreaded hearing from girls.

"What about?" Rhonda asked, only a little defiantly, I thought.

"I want you to know I have no objection to you seeing Marie," I said.

"What does that have to do with you?" my classmate asked somewhat defensively before I could continue. "I can see whoever I want."

"Marie is under my protection," I said as the subject of our conversation just stared at a spot on the table.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Rhonda demanded, again cutting me off.

"Just listen," I said sternly. "This is for your own good."

"Like you know what's good for me," the girl snorted derisively. "You are so full of shit, Robinson."

I had to bite my tongue to keep from asking how anyone who spent last night in this house could dare say such a thing. The fact she'd consumed Miss Carla's family cure herself should be a clue that no one present this morning had any shit remaining. I just didn't give a shit, though.

"Quit interrupting," I commanded. "Marie is bisexual and submissive. I'm her Dom. I told her when I took her in that I'd be willing to let her pursue a relationship with someone else and try to do what's best for her."

"What the fuck are you talking about, Robinson?" Rhonda demanded with a mixture of outrage and disbelief.

"Finding a mutually beneficial solution to the situation," I said. "I know you two had sex Friday evening ..."

"How the fuck do you know that?" Rhonda cried with a note of panic. "I've been with her every time you've been around this weekend. She hasn't said a word about doing anything!"

"Quit interrupting," I commanded again. "She didn't have to say anything. I could taste you when she kissed me at the cookout."

Rhonda paled at that. I don't think she liked me knowing what her pussy tasted like. Hey, I wasn't the one who went down on her.

"Like I said," I continued, "I have no problem with you two seeing each other. But I want to know what your expectations are. Is this just a weekend fling or something more? It's fine with me if you want to pursue a long-term relationship, but you need to realize it won't be — can't be — exclusive."

"W-What?" Rhonda stammered.

"Marie wants children," I said, reaching over and taking the waif's hand. "With me. We've been trying for the last couple of months, but no luck yet. I'm pretty sure you can't do that for her. There's also the matter of meeting other needs she has that I doubt you're ready to deal with."

"Huh?" Rhonda grunted, seemingly overwhelmed by the flood of information.

Rather than try to explain it, I decided to show her.

"Come here, Marie," I commanded, pulling on her hand to make her stand, then put her across my lap.

"Daddy!" my pet hissed as I gathered up the skirt of her housedress and exposed her panty-clad butt. "Mrs. Jenson's taking a nap!"

"Then you'd better be quiet," I growled as Rhonda just stared in disbelief.

I was getting a lot of that from Rhonda today.

"Doesn't Marie have a pretty little butt?" I asked my classmate casually as I slid my hand over, then inside, my pet's panties, making the girl across my lap shiver. "So soft, so round. It really fits her, don't you think?"

I locked eyes with Rhonda as I slid the panties far enough down Marie's thighs to allow me room to work. I was again reminded of bunnies being frozen by the gaze of snakes, only this time I was the snake.

"It's almost a perfect fit in my palm," I said, rubbing bare skin as Marie squirmed delightfully.

I was beginning to catch whiffs of arousal. I think we were both ready for the next step, even if Rhonda wasn't.

"And that really comes in handy, pardon the pun, when Marie needs to be disciplined," I said, maintaining eye contact with Rhonda as I delivered the first swat with a loud smack.

"Ow!" the little waif cried with a jerk. "Daddy!"

"Stop it!" Rhonda practically screamed, lunging across the table at me — fortunately, she couldn't reach all the way across. "What'd she do?"

"SIT DOWN!" I ordered, punctuating each word with solid swats to Marie's naked tushy. "How about the fact that my submissive bitch went out and fucked a girl I have no intention of touching without asking my permission? She kept asking me to find someone we could both play with, but there's no way in hell I'm having a threesome with you!"

Rhonda just stared aghast as I continued spanking Marie while holding her gaze. It only took a minute before Marie's squirming intensified, indicating to me she was getting close. The swats turned to caresses of her reddened buttocks, then I slipped my hand between her thighs. She wasn't exactly gushing, but my shorts probably had a wet spot where she leaked on me.

"Come for me, Marie," I said firmly, circling her clit with a finger moistened by her juices. "Come for me, baby."

Marie tensed up as if she was straining to obey me, but couldn't quite get there. The finger teasing her clit was inserted in her channel, eliciting a gasp and shudder. A thumb in her butt helped tip her over the edge.

"DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYY!!!" the little waif wailed and shook as the orgasm ripped through her. I definitely had a wet spot on my shorts now.

Marie was trembling as I pulled her upright to sit in my lap, wrapping her in a hug.

"Was that a good one, baby?" I asked. "Do you understand why I did that?"

"Yes and yes, Daddy," she hiccupped as an aftershock rippled through her. "Thank you. I love you, Daddy."

"And I love you, too, baby," I said softly.

"HOW THE FUCK CAN YOU CLAIM TO LOVE SOMEONE AND DO THAT TO HER?!?!?!" Rhonda screeched.

"I do it because I love her," I said coldly, resuming eye contact and causing my classmate to shrink away from me. "Believe me, I get no joy from it. But it's something she needs. Maybe now you'll understand what I've been trying to tell you — unless you're willing to do that for her, Marie still needs me in her life. Her sleeping with you is none of my concern, but she'll still sleep with me in order to have babies."

"Don't even think of trying that around me," Rhonda said threateningly.

"I would never attempt to dominate a woman for my own pleasure," I said seriously as Marie continued to cling to me. "I just happen to have one who willingly submitted to me. I do it for her pleasure."

"You are fucking sick!" Rhonda spat at me.

"You can discuss that matter with Dr. Ramakrishnan," I said. "She may pop by while you're here today or I could have her get in touch with you at school."

"What, you've got a psychologist working with you now to brainwash girls for you?" she said challengingly.

"Don't be absurd," I sighed. "It's always up to the girl as far as I'm concerned. I only dominate those who submit first."

"Don't expect that from me," she spat venomously. "I'd never let you touch me!"

"Then we shouldn't have a problem," I grinned wickedly. "I don't want to touch you."

"FUCK YOU, ROBINSON!" Rhonda yelled.

"I thought we just agreed that wasn't going to happen," I smirked. "You'll have to get the other girls' permission first, anyway."

Rhonda just stormed out of the kitchen at that point. I don't know if she had a destination in mind or just wanted to get away from me, but I was glad to be rid of her.

"I'd better go talk to her," Marie muttered, standing and pulling her panties into place. "I don't think she was ready to know the truth about me, us, whatever."

"That sounds like a good idea," I said, giving my pet a smooch. "I just don't want her expecting something you're not willing to give and vice versa. If it's just sex, fine. If she wants forever, she has to accept that I'm part of the package until you don't need me anymore."

"I'll always need you, Daddy!" Marie swore.

"And I'll always try to meet those needs, baby," I smiled, getting a tongue down my throat in response.

Marie let me go just before oxygen deprivation set in and headed off after Rhonda. It took a second for me to regain my senses before I fell out of my chair. I almost fell out of my chair, anyway, when Arlene entered the kitchen doing a slow clap.

"That was quite the performance," she smirked. "I think you definitely got your point across to Rhonda. The timing could have been better, though. I was just about to drag my billionaire toy boy off to a smokey dungeon when her screaming at you woke me up."

"Sorry, babe," I sighed, wrapping an arm around the goddess' waist and pulling her close. "I just did what needed to be done."

"Go wash your hands," she said. "I saw where your thumb was."

"Yes, ma'am."