A Rose’s Thorns

Marla almost felt like she was spoiling herself by getting a massage two weekends in a row, but she felt it was only fair, given her life events. Between the unresolved and harrowing situation at work yesterday, the transition into living in a new house, and the exciting but strange, new, all-encompassing dominant-submissive relationship with her ex-sister-in-law Rose, Marla had a lot on her mind.

She’d talked on the phone with Rose about her work problem the previous night once her mistress had landed on the East Coast. Rose had simply told Marla to tell her the whole story — including the sordid bits — and then asked follow-up questions about it. Finally, Rose had said, “It’s unfortunate that you handled it the way that you did — I wish I had been able to help you. That said, I will do what I can for now — you leave it to me and try to have a relaxing weekend. And enjoy your massage!”

This time, Marla wouldn’t be going alone for her massage. After her daughter had accidentally made other plans without realizing, Marla had called her friend and coworker Penny, who was more than happy to take Jade’s place.

“Are you kidding?” Penny had asked. “My weekend to myself comes along and you just happen to be offering a couple’s massage appointment? Gosh, I’m gonna win the lottery if I’m not careful!”

“Great!” Marla had responded. “I’ll pick you up soon! Oh, and Penny, and pack a swimsuit if you’d like to swim at the house afterwards.”

“Eeeee, Marla, I’m so excited for this!”

Now Marla was driving to Penny’s house to pick her up. Her car wasn’t running quite as well as it had before her accident two Fridays ago, but it would get the job done. Yet another thing the stress relief might stop her from worrying about.

When Marla arrived at Penny’s house in the suburbs, her friend was waiting at the front door. She waved inside, presumably to her children and/or husband, and began to walk to the car, clearly excited.

For long stretches of time in the past two years, Marla had been envious of Penny’s life. Penny was in her late thirties, lived in a nice house, and had four children and a husband, who — despite her complaining — seemed to treat her with love and affection. Then there was Penny’s appearance: she was a little shorter than Marla but only weighed about 250 lbs compared to Marla’s 400. She had dirty-blonde hair that was brown at the roots, a dazzling smile, and seemed to carry her weight better as well, most of it going to her butt.

Granted, Marla’s envy had gone down quite a bit over the past couple of weeks. She was living in a nicer house, was feeling much more positive about her body under Rose’s tutelage, and had a romantic relationship that, while a little scary, was definitely exciting.

“Thanks again, so much, Marla!” said Penny as she got into the car. She was wearing a sundress with ocean wave patterns and a wide-brimmed sun hat. “This is exactly what the doctor ordered, let me tell ya! So you said your sister-in-law has the inside scoop on this place?”

“That’s right,” said Marla. “Honestly, Rose has the inside scoop wherever we go. She’s amazing, I wish I had gotten to know her better back when I was married to her brother.”

“That scumbag,” said Penny. “I’m sure glad that you finally got something good out of him, gawd knows he didn’t leave you with much.”

“Well, it was good while it lasted, at least for a while,” said Marla, “but then his eye found some pretty young bitch — I still don’t even know her name — and there goes years and years of marriage.”

“I still can’t even imagine,” said Penny, shaking her head. “I pray that never happens to me and Doug, I mean, fortunately, I don’t think that’s likely.”

“That’s good,” said Marla, “how are you so sure?”

“Well I told him, I said, ‘You’re not leaving me, Doug, until we’ve exhausted every single method we have of working things out!’ and he agreed to that, and so we figure things out in a way that works for both of us, I mean, we gotta do it not just for us, but for the kids, you know?”

Marla nodded. “Well I’m happy for you, it seems like you’ve got a pretty good marriage.”

“Oh, Doug could be less of an idiot for sure, but he’s good for me, but honestly, you can’t have your spouse as the only person you can count on, you know what I mean?”

Marla nodded. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”

Penny moved on to talking about her kid’s summer activities, a topic of conversation that carried them all the way to the spa. “Gawd,” said Penny, “this place looks higher class than us! You said you got a good discount?”

“Oh absolutely,” said Marla. “And between you and me, knowing Rose means that you get special treatment.”

Penny grinned wickedly. “Now that’s what I like to hear, girl!”

The two women made their way inside. The lobby was fragrantly scented and gentle music was playing from hidden speakers.

The same concierge who had assisted Marla last time was at the front. “Good morning, Ms. Hendricks,” she said, an award-winning customer service smile on her face. “And who is this lovely lady accompanying you?”

“This is my friend, Penny Wilson,” said Marla. “She’s never been here before.”

“And I’m so excited to finally fix that!” said Penny.

The concierge continued smiling. “Excellent! Well, there will a short wait before our staff can see to you, so why don’t you have some refreshments in the meantime. Ms. Wilson, why don’t you head over there and get a drink — complimentary, whatever you would like — and I will check with Ms. Hendricks about the billing details.”

“Amazing!” said Penny, walking toward a small bar area off the lobby.

Marla stepped toward the desk. “So, um, you have a question about the bill?”

“Not exactly,” said the concierge, quietly so that only the two of them could hear. “I merely wished to pass along a reminder.”

“Oh, um, okay…”

“Rose Hendricks is a close friend of the management of this establishment, and is in fact a part-owner. So I hope you understand that, while you may have booked this appointment yourself, your experience will always be shaped somewhat by her particular desires.”

“Oh,” said Marla, “I’m…I see.”

“Her desires, of course, are primarily to give you a wonderful experience,” continued the concierge. “But that also means that you will comply with any instructions given by staff as if they had come from Rose herself.”

Marla gulped. “O-okay. Just like last time?”

“Exactly!”

“But, but…” Marla gestured toward Penny. “What about my friend, here? She’s not, um…she doesn’t know about all that, and she’s not involved in the situation…”

The concierge nodded. “She will have an excellent experience as well, and may choose to take or leave anything offered to her.

“Well, okay then, that’s good.”

“Would you like to get yourself a mimosa?” asked the concierge. “I will be with you shortly to bring you to the back rooms.”

“I would, thank you!” Marla waddled over to the bar area and got a drink of her own.

Penny clinked her glass to Marla’s and quickly began draining it. “Marla, this place is something else! I seriously need to pay you back for this!”

“Oh, thank you, Penny, but don’t worry too much about it, I’m doing okay on money these days so it’s really no hurry!”

Penny chattered on for a bit and the concierge still hadn’t returned, so she took another mimosa and convinced Marla to get one as well. As a result, Marla was feeling a little tipsy and flushed when the concierge finally returned and asked them both to follow her.

As with the last time, the concierge led them into a locker room, which was empty apart from the three of them. She produced a pair of robes and hung them on hooks, then asked the two ladies to change and departed the room.

Penny looked around. “No stalls, huh? What if someone needed to use the restroom?”

“Um, I think you can ask for that. They probably have a private one.”

“I might at some point, those mimosas, you know.” Penny glanced around again. “I guess, well, it’s only us girls.” She began to remove her sundress.

Marla turned and looked away, not wanting to invade her friend’s privacy as she began to remove her own clothing. Still, she couldn’t help stealing a glance back at Penny when she was bending to take off her panties. Penny’s body was a true pear-shape. Her shoulders were fairly narrow and her boobs were small, but her body widened at her belly and culminated in double-wide hips and an enormous, dumpy mom butt that rivaled Marla’s for size and cellulite.

Marla put on her own robe and found it to be quite snug, barely cinching around her massive belly. She turned around, and Penny was putting her own on. Penny’s robe fit around her near the top, but wasn’t as long as it should have been — it only just barely covered her butt. “Um…” said Penny, “do you think they usually see gals our size here? I don’t think I can bend over in this without putting on a show.”

Marla shook her head, a little disbelieving that Penny would refer to Marla as near her size. “Sadly I think we’re the outliers.”

Penny shrugged. “Well, what’re you gonna do?” She smoothed out the robe. “They’re just gonna have us in towels soon anyway, and I didn’t give birth to four kids to be ashamed of my body.”

Marla clapped her hands. “You’ve got such a good attitude, Penny!”

At that moment, the concierge returned. “All right ladies, if you’d like to put your belongings in the lockers, we’ll keep them safe for you here.” The two women did so, and the concierge locked the doors and took the keys.

“Is she…supposed to keep those?” whispered Penny to Marla.

“Um…yes,” said Marla, trying to project confidence. “Don’t worry, we’ll get our things back without a problem, you can trust the staff here better than anywhere else.”

The concierge led them down a hallway into a larger room than Marla had been in last time, though it was still slightly steamy, serenely decorated, and featured a pair of massage tables. There was peaceful music playing as well, just as there was in the lobby.

The concierge smiled and handed each woman a towel. “If you would please remove your robes and lie on one of the beds, your masseurs will be in shortly. You may signal whether you would prefer the Standard or Deluxe service by the position of your towel.” She then turned on her heel before either woman could respond and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her.

“Um…” said Penny, looking down at her towel. It was closer to the size of a hand towel than a bath towel. “Uh, Marla, what the heck does she mean by Standard or Deluxe service?”

Marla blushed. “Um…so, the last time I was here, I got the, er, Deluxe. It doesn’t cost anything more, but they do…more.”

“Jeez, is it, like, a…happy ending?”

“No, um…not really…it’s just that they go below your back, and do your thighs, calves, feet, and, um…butt.”

Penny pursed her lips together. “Uh-huh. Okay, um…how was it?”

“Oh, God,” said Marla, “it was amazing, I’d do it again in a heartbeat. If you want it you just, um, leave the towel off.”

Penny shrugged. Then, right in front of Marla, she undid the straps of her robe and shrugged it off, dropping it down so that it only covered her pelvis. Marla gaped at her friend’s naked form, then tried her best to look casual as Penny said, “Maybe I’ll wait until I see this masseur to make up my mind.”

Marla, feeling like she should reciprocate, undid her own robe. “Sorry, Penny, I hope you’re not grossed out by me…”

Penny clicked her tongue. “Marla, why would I be grossed out? You’re a mom, just like me, and you’re my friend. So you’ve got a few extra pounds? Gosh, so do most of us, but you’ve got a nice face and I think your body is great. I think any man would be lucky to have you, and probably a lot of them would kill to cop a feel of your boobs!”

Marla blushed. “Thanks, Penny, you’re, you know, you’re pretty good looking yourself.”

“Thanks, girl!” said Penny. She walked to the massage table on the left and climbed up onto it, holding the towel in her hand. She dropped the robe onto the floor and tried to situate the towel over her butt. By turning it diagonally, she could cover her crack, at least. Marla took the same position on the right-side table, but left her towel on the floor.

Penny was starting to talk about something work-related when the door to the massage room opened. Marla turned her head and saw two men walking in.

The first was tall and muscular, with short-cropped blond hair and a beard. He smiled as he entered, his blue eyes twinkling, and said, “Good morning, ladies!” in a Scandinavian accent. “My name is Lars, and I will do my utmost to help you enjoy yourselves this morning, along with my colleague Andreas, here.”

Marla couldn’t help but suck in breath as she saw him, the beautiful, powerful Greek man who had massaged her last time — and whose cock she had sucked in her workplace bathroom just yesterday. She caught his eye for a moment and detected just a faint hint of acknowledgement before he returned to a poker face. Marla turned her head over toward Penny and saw that her friend’s mouth was agape, her eyes slightly widened at the sight of the two men.

“Good…good morning,” said Penny, “wow, um, I guess they sent the A team in here for us!”

“Ja!” said Lars. “Andreas and I are experts in the art of massage and we are excited to assist you ladies this morning. Now, which one of you would be Mrs. Hendricks?”

“Uh, that’s me!” said Marla, weakly.

Lars smiled at her. “Very nice to meet you, Ms. Hendricks. I will be taking care of you, and Andreas will take care of Mrs. Wilson. Now, based upon the position of your towel, or rather, that you have none, Ms. Hendricks, I take it that you are interested in our Deluxe Service, while Ms. Wilson would prefer the Standard.”

Marla looked back at Penny, who was looking at Andreas. Penny shook her head and flashed Marla a brief, conspiratorial grin, and then reached back to her big butt and pulled the towel down off of it, letting it slide onto the floor. “My mistake,” she said, “the Deluxe sounds amazing!”

Lars nodded. “Then let us begin!”

It began, like it had before, with oil, and with her upper back. Lars was just as skilled and strong as Andreas had been at working the muscles of Marla’s shoulders and neck, and soon she was feeling her stress melt away under his touch. It sounded like Penny was feeling the same way — on her left, she could hear her friend moaning under Andreas’s touch. Marla felt a little jealous that Penny was getting this attention from this man to whom she was so attracted. But then she remembered that it was Andreas’s job, and that she herself belonged to Rose, and had to give up jealousy in order to serve her mistress.

“Gawd,” said Penny at one point, “how do I teach my husband how to do this?”

“It requires years of training to do as we do,” said Andreas. “You must have the true passion for it in order to complete, yes?”

“Mmm…yes, I can feel that,” said Penny.

Marla started to lift her head to look at Penny, but Lars simply pushed her head back down gently but firmly. “Please remain still, Ms. Hendricks.”

“Yes, sorry,” said Marla. Lars was getting lower on her back now, and it was heavenly, but she was starting to get agitated, or more accurately, aroused. Both Andreas and Lars were incredibly handsome men, and Marla found her thoughts straying to imagine what each of them would be like in bed. She’d already seen Andreas’s cock, of course, but she’d never gone all the way with him, and she knew that he wanted her.

“Oh boy,” Penny gasped at a moment when Lars was stepping away to get more oil. Marla turned her head quickly and saw that Andreas was beginning to work on her enormous butt. “Oh wow, you, um, you really know what to do with your hands.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying,” said Andreas. “I have exceptional subject to work with.”

Penny blushed and said in a higher-pitched voice, “I bet you say that to all the girls!”

It was Marla’s turn to gasp as Lars began his own work on her massive ass, saying, “In fact, you two ladies are both exceptional in that regard!”

“Oh, thank you,” breathed Marla. She could feel more than sweat between her legs. Part of her desperately wished that Lars would take liberties with her body, but the other part of her was terrified that he would, and in front of her friend, no less. That would be too much. Lars moved onto her legs, and Marla wanted him to feel the wetness between them, but if he noticed, he said nothing. After what felt like too short a time, the men wrapped up with feet massages, and then finally began sponging off the women’s bodies, causing Marla to become aroused all over again.

“Holy cow,” said Penny, “I feel like a new woman.”

“I’m glad you like,” said Andreas. “You are very beautiful woman, and deserve to feel new.”

“Aw, you are just the sweetest!” said Penny.

“The same goes for you, Ms. Hendricks,” added Lars, and he sounded sincere. He leaned close to her ear while wiping her and whispered, “I hope to see you again, very soon.” Then he stood back up, finished removing the excess oil, and said, “Thank you for coming to us, ladies! Please let the staff know how you think we have performed, and I hope we have exceeded your expectations.”

“I’ll say!” said Penny, flirtatiously.

“Excellent!” said Lars. “Once we have departed, you may use that door there to enter the showers to finish with removing the oil, and then into the lounge. If you like, there are sandals there for your convenience to avoid slipping. Please feel free to ask the staff if there is anything we might do to improve your experience.” With that, he and Andreas went to the door. Marla managed to get her head up as they left, and noticed that Andreas had a hungry look on his face, his eyes glancing over at both women.

Penny slowly crawled backward off of the table. “Oh Gawd,” she said, “my legs feel like heaven!” She stretched out her arms, still completely naked and apparently unbothered by it. “Do you need any help getting up, Marla?”

“I think I’m okay,” said Marla, as she slowly backed her enormous body off of the table. She was surprised at how comfortable she felt being naked around her friend — perhaps it was a byproduct of being consistently nude in Rose’s presence and by herself. “Shall we hit the showers?”

The two women walked in, carrying their robes and towels. There were four shower heads in the small room, and Marla turned one on to find that the temperature was perfectly hot. She wrapped the towel around her hair, found a small bar of soap, and began to lather herself up.

“God,” said Penny, who was covering herself in soap as well, “what a pair of hunks.”

Marla laughed. “They sure were! And the way they charmed a couple of larger ladies like us!”

“Oh, it was effortless,” said Penny, “and I seriously think they meant it. I mean, the Greek or Italian guy who was taking care of me, Gawd! I think his mouth was watering! I mean, there’s Deluxe, and then there’s de-lust!”

“You think he was into you?” Marla said, trying not to sound too emotional about it.

“Oh, definitely,” said Penny. “Where do they find these guys?”

After they showered, the two women stood under the blow-dryers for a bit before putting on their robes. They sat in a small lounge for a moment before the concierge returned. “Ladies, how was your experience?”

“Oh, incredible!” said Penny. “Whatever those guys make, it’s not enough.”

“I’ll leave them a nice tip!” said Marla. It felt a bit weird saying that, given that she had sucked one of their cocks only the day before.

“We will charge it to the Hendricks account, of course,” said the concierge, smiling. “Thank you for your patronage! If you’re ready to leave, I can return your things now.”

Back in the car on the way to Rose’s house, Penny seemed uncharacteristically quiet. They got to the house and Marla made them some sandwiches, and Penny still said little.

After eating, Marla said, “Do you wanna use the pool now, Penny? Or the hot tub?”

Penny nodded. “That sounds great, a little cooling off would be great right now!”

“Okay! You can change in…” Marla started, but Penny was already pulling her dress off. “Penny!”

“What?” said Penny. “You already saw it all earlier today. Jade’s not home, is she?”

“Well, no, I guess…”

“It’s just us girls, Marla.” Penny was turning around to pull off her bra and underwear. Marla shrugged her shoulders and went to go find her swimsuit.

Penny was already in a fairly modest bikini when Marla emerged in her extremely immodest one, bringing a bottle of white wine and two glasses. “Gosh, Marla,” she said, “I love how bold you are, girl!”

“Thanks, I guess I…just got fed up with being, um, told what to wear,” Marla blushed. Technically speaking, the opposite was true.

Penny looked down at her own swimsuit. “I had to get two different sizes for bottoms and tops,” she said sheepishly. “I mean, between you and me, Doug doesn’t complain.” She began to put sunscreen on her face. “He’s such an ass man. When he’s horny, I mean. For me. Could you help with my back?”

Marla began applying sunscreen to Penny’s back. “What do you mean…for you?”

Penny sighed. “So, remember how I told you that Doug and I have a way of resolving our problems?”

Marla gulped. “Um, yeah, what about it?”

“Well…we have an…arrangement, where, if one of us feels like there’s an itch the other one isn’t scratching, we can go…elsewhere.”

Marla gasped. “You have, like, an open marriage?”

“No, not really, not for dating. No emotional ties. But…you know, we have a quota, basically, or a hall pass, where we can have a quick fling, a couple of times a year.”

Marla’s mouth was agape. She shouldn’t have assumed she was the only one with sexual secrets. “So you cheat on each other?”

Penny frowned at her. “It’s not cheating, it’s just a little treat to ourselves. We still love each other, we just have a little thing on the side every once in a while.”

Marla closed her mouth. “Well…if that works for you, I guess who is anyone to judge? It sounds like you’re happy, and I’m glad you are!”

Penny’s frown turned to a smile. “Thank you! We’ve only told a half dozen people and all the others were super judgmental! What is with people? Anyway, no offense, Marla, but I didn’t realize you’d be so open-minded!”

Marla looked down at her belly (she couldn’t see her feet) and said, “Well, I mean, I have things…like that…that I wouldn’t want to be judged for.”

It was Penny’s turn to open her mouth wide. “Really? Girl, do you want to tell me?”

Marla stammered, “Well, um, there are some things you have to keep private, you know, but, well, don’t spread it around because I’m still trying to figure it out, but I think I may be…bisexual.”

“Really?”

“Oh God!” said Marla, “And I just saw you naked and everything, you must feel like I’m some kind of a creep or a predator, I’m so sorry, Penny, it’s not like that at all!”

Penny waved her hand. “Marla, Marla, it’s okay! I’m not stupid, you’re obviously not a predator, you’re my friend! I mean, you don’t have a crush on me, do you?”

“No, it’s not like that!”

Penny laughed. “I’m kidding, I know you don’t! But anyway, what made you figure this out?”

Marla scratched her side nervously. “Well, um, I guess I just found myself attracted to a woman, but I’m still attracted to men — like, you know, those masseurs today — and so I guess that’s the label I would put on myself, if I had to pick one. I don’t want it spread around, not yet, anyway!”

Penny put a hand on Marla’s shoulder. “Well, I support you, and I’m proud of you for discovering this about yourself!” She pulled Marla into a hug.

“Thanks, Penny!”

“Do you wanna talk more about it? I can totally give you space if you need it.”

Marla thought, then shook her head. “Um…not right now, maybe later, if that’s okay?”

“No worries! How about we continue this conversation in the pool, I gotta cool off or I’m gonna melt onto the concrete!”

Marla set the wine and glasses down at the side of the pool and followed Penny down the steps into the water. Both women got in the water up to their waists, and Penny poured two glasses of wine. “Well, here’s to new discoveries!” She handed a glass to Marla and they clinked them together.

Marla took a sip of the wine. “So, um, speaking of discoveries, you won’t believe what Bill and Nadia are trying to get away with!”

Penny raised an eyebrow. “Those two? Doing something together? I mean, they deserve each other, but I’ve never seen them even talking.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised,” said Marla. She told her friend the story of Bill and Nadia’s plot to discredit a fellow employee — leaving out the context of how she had overheard them talking in the bathroom — causing Penny to gasp and shake her head in disbelief almost continually

When Marla finished telling her about her conversation with Mr. Novak, Penny said, “Oh my Gawd, that’s so crazy! And, like, there’s gonna be no consequences for them? What is wrong with Novak? He should never have told them you were the one who reported it!”

“I’m just glad he listened at all,” said Marla. “I would hate for Terry to be ruined over something like this.”

“There was a time when I would have said he was a bad person for seeing sex workers,” said Penny, “but you can’t judge someone until you know the whole story. Between you and me, after Mom died, my dad actually hired a prostitute just for the companionship, and my sisters freaked out at first but then they came around.”

Marla nodded. “And the way Nadia and Bill were just going to blackmail him, like they’ve never done anything wrong!”

“Oh, definitely,” said Penny. “Bill should have been canned for sleeping with people he supervised a long time ago, he’s the worst. And it sounds like this was Nadia’s idea all along. Gawd, I’ll never be able to look at her with a straight face ever again.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna face her on Monday, even…” said Marla, glumly.

“Well, screw her,” said Penny, downing her glass of wine and pouring another. “You did the right thing, and she has to live with it on her conscience! I’m proud of you for being brave enough to report it!”

Marla smiled. “Thanks, Penny.”

“Honestly, Marla, you so deserve the glow-up you’ve had in the past month! You’ve always been so nice to everyone at work, and you had to deal with all that crap from Alan, but now you get to live in this nice house, and do these adventurous things! Seriously, no one deserves it more!”

“You’re so sweet, Penny,” said Marla, taking a long sip of wine.

“I’m also still so impressed that Rose just appeared out of the woodwork and changed your life, when do I get to meet her?”

Marla shrugged. “Well, she’s back in town on Monday, so just let me know when you have a free evening and maybe she’ll be able to get dinner.”

“You said she was able to get you that discount at the spa?” Penny laughed, “not to be a gold-digger, but you think we could do that again sometime?”

Marla grinned. “Oh, I think that’s definitely a good idea!”

“Seriously, that was so good,” said Penny, drinking a little more wine. “And I’d really love it…if we could get those two boy toys again.”

Marla blushed. “Oh, stop it, you’re so bad!”

“I’m serious!” said Penny. Her own face was getting a little red, but that was probably the wine. She stepped closer to Marla in the water and said, more quietly. “Between you and me, I wouldn’t mind a little fling with that Greek guy.”

Marla opened her mouth. “You…you want to hook up with Andreas?”

Penny smiled wickedly. “I could tell he was interested in me, you know, more than professionally. I don’t want him as a boyfriend, of course, but that with arrangement I told you about, it wouldn’t go against what Doug and I agreed on.”

Marla’s mouth was still open. This was a side of Penny she’d never seen before. “Wow, well, when you put it like that…”

“What about you?” Penny refilled Marla’s glass. “C’mon, girl, you can’t tell me you weren’t salivating over Lars?”

“I-I mean…” Marla stammered. “He’s so handsome, but I don’t think he’d want a big whale like me…”

“Don’t sell yourself short!” said Penny.

Marla closed her eyes for a moment. There were two possible routes to take from here, and one of them would be a lot less potentially messy. But on the other hand…she’d been on a streak of exploring over the past two weeks, and part of her only wanted more. At the very least, if Penny wanted this…

Marla opened her eyes and said, “Penny, I…I feel a little weird doing this, but I could…I could maybe get Andreas’s number for you.”

Penny’s eyes went wide. “You’d do that? You’d be my, like, wingwoman?”

Marla nodded her head quickly to avoid going back on her decision. “I…I guess I would. Hell, I could get it right now.”

Penny looked around to make sure no neighbors were eavesdropping — hard to say, given the privacy fence. “I mean…yeah…screw it, if you can hook a girl up, I’ll take it!”

Marla nodded. “I, um…let me go make a phone call, I’ll be right back!” She quickly walked out of the pool and into the breezeway where she had left her phone. She wiped off her wet hands, breathed in to steel her confidence, and dialed.

After a few rings, Rose answered. “Marla! How are you, hon?”

Marla looked back to make sure Penny wasn’t within earshot and softly said, “Hello, Mistress, I’m good, thank you.”

“How’s your afternoon, going? How was your morning back at the spa? I heard that you brought your friend Penny instead of Jade.”

Did the spa staff tell her that? “Yes, Ma’am, it was a wonderful morning! Jade had other plans today, so I brought Penny, and now she’s here at the house, we’ve just been enjoying the pool. She’s great, and she’d really like to meet you.”

“I’d be happy to meet her!” said Rose. “Now, I am going to a museum with Dani very soon, so, is there anything specific you’re calling about?”

Marla gulped. “Well, Mistress…I feel strange asking this…I’m not sure I…”

“Whatever it is, I insist that you ask it now.”

“Okay, Mistress, I…well, Penny had a great time this morning, and she really liked Andreas, you know, the man who, uh, visited me at work yesterday…”

Rose laughed. “I’m sure she did, and I hope you enjoyed Lars just as much.”

“Yes, Ma’am! Well, Penny has a…an arrangement with her husband where they can…um…hook up with other people and she was, well, wondering if she could somehow get Andreas’s number.” Marla said the last part very quickly.

“Is that so? For the purposes of hooking up with him, you mean?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

Marla thought for a moment. “I…it doesn’t matter, Ma’am.”

“And yet I asked anyway, Marla.”

“I guess…a little jealous…but I belong to you, Ma’am! I have everything I need from you!”

“That’s sweet of you to say, Marla, and I certainly wish I could give you what you need right now,” said Rose. “But I see this is a very interesting opportunity…yes, I think we can help Penny out with her discreet little request.”

“Oh, I’m sure she’ll be very happy, Ma’am!”

“Stay right by your phone for a few minutes. Discreetly.” Rose hung up the phone.

Marla decided to use the bathroom in the meantime, so she dried off her body as best she could and carried her phone with her on her way. Just after she finished, she heard the phone ringing and immediately picked it up. “Hello, Ma’am?”

“I have good news for you, Marla. Is Penny still in the pool?”

Marla glanced out the window. Penny was leaning back lazily in the pool, sunning herself. “Yes, Ma’am. I think she was planning to stay for most of the day.”

“Perfect! Well, you may need to get out wine if you haven’t already, because your little pool party is about to double in size.”

Marla’s eyes widened. “Wh-what, Ma’am?”

“Just wait at the pool, it should only be about 15 minutes. And remember that when they get there, any instructions from them come from me as well, and you will obey.” Rose hung up again, and Marla just stared at her phone. There was no other possible interpretation…Lars and Andreas were on their way.

Marla walked out of the breezeway in a daze. Penny looked over at her and frowned. “What was all that, Marla? Are you okay?”

Marla nodded slowly. “Yes, I’m…I’m fine.”

“Did you, y’know, get that number?” Penny pantomimed holding a phone to her ear.

Marla bit her lip and then said, “Not exactly. But I may have, um, accidentally just invited him and Lars to…come sit in the pool with us.”

Penny’s jaw dropped. “You’re telling me that…oh my Gawd…they’re coming here? Right now?”

Marla’s mouth felt dry. She nodded.

“Holy crap,” said Penny. “I was not expecting that, um…what should we…oh Gawd, I need to redo my makeup!” She charged up the steps of the pool. “I need my purse!”

Marla followed her friend back into the breezeway and Penny began toweling off. “They said they’ll be here in about 15 minutes,” said Marla.

Penny nodded and began walking into the house, Marla not far behind. “Wow, wow, this is crazy — not that I’m complaining!” She grabbed her purse and darted into a bathroom off of the kitchen, not bothering to close the door. “You don’t seem all that excited, Marla, didn’t you just invite them?”

Marla winced. “I didn’t plan it, I just mentioned it and they, I guess…just said they would come! It all happened so fast!” The truth was, she was incredibly excited — her pussy was getting wet just thinking about it.

Penny was beginning to touch up her eyeliner. “Well, girlfriend, this kind of opportunity doesn’t come around every day, so you might want to make the most of it!”

Marla practically jogged to her bedroom and began to touch up her own face. She knew for a fact that Andreas wanted her, but it really seemed like Penny was going after him, and she wouldn’t — or couldn’t — get in the way of her friend. But did Lars really want her? He might have just been saying nice things to get a better tip. On the other hand, he clearly had a connection with Rose, so maybe he was being kind to Marla for her? At any rate, Marla resolved to look as attractive to him as she could, so she made sure her lipstick was especially eye-catching and her eyes were especially striking. There was nothing she could do clothing-wise — the skimpy purple bikini was already hugging her rolls as tightly as it could, and she had no way to hide any of her fat.

Marla walked out of her bedroom and saw that Penny was finished as well. “Wow, Marla!” said Penny, “When did you get so darn good at that? You’re such an artist!”

“Aw, thanks!” said Marla. “You did an amazing job yourself!”

“Me? Oh, this is fine, but you look like you should be giving tutorials on the internet!”

Marla smiled at the compliment. “Let’s grab another bottle of wine and go out there, I think they were just going to meet us in the back.” She took another bottle of white wine from the refrigerator along with two more glasses from the cupboard and the two women went back outside. Marla made sure the side gate was unlocked, then waddled to the pool. She wasn’t sure what to do after that, so she simply leaned against the pool wall and stared toward the gate.

“Marla, girl, you might wanna act a little more natural when they get here,” said Penny, a small glass of wine in her hand. “We’re just having a little pool party!”

“Well, I guess you’re right,” said Marla, “it’s just, you know, they’re so handsome and fit, and here I am, looking like a slug or something, I don’t think a man has even seen me in this bikini yet.”

Penny rolled her eyes. “They already saw you naked, at least from the back, so I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

It was at that moment that the gate swung open. Lars and Andreas walked in, each man wearing shorts and sandals. Lars had chosen a T-shirt for some Norwegian soccer team that did nothing to hide his muscles, while Andreas wore a tank top. Both men were also carrying small backpacks.

“Good afternoon, ladies!” said Lars in his confident, accented voice. “I’d hoped to see you again soon, and now I see you much sooner than I think, ja?”

Marla’s tongue felt like it was stuck in her throat as these two godlike men approached the pool. Penny apparently felt more talkative and said, “Well, well, well, hi, strangers! Nice to see you outside of the spa!”

Andreas nodded. “We have just gotten off of work, and we are glad of a great way to stay cool.”

“It might be difficult,” said Lars, “with such hot ladies as our company!

Marla blushed. “I’m…uh…glad you found the place all right!”

Andreas nodded. “Easy enough.”

“My compliments to the lady of the house!” added Lars.

“Oh, she’s not here right now,” said Marla, “but I’ll pass them along to Rose.”

“Ja, Rose,” said Lars, “I have met her several times, she is quite a woman.”

“Thank you for inviting us, Mrs. Hendricks, Mrs. Wilson,” said Andreas.

“Oh, Gawd,” giggled Penny, “please, call me Penny! Lord knows I know how hard it can be to get out of customer service mode, but I’m not lying on the table now! I’ve got four kids, don’t make me feel any older!”

Andreas smiled. “All right, Penny. It’s nice to meet you away from my table.”

Penny smiled, and Marla noticed that she bit her lip. “Nice to see you without having to bend my neck too far!” said Penny.

“Would anybody like some wine? And please, you can call me Marla, not Ms Hendricks!” Marla poured herself another glass.

“That is an excellent idea,” said Lars. “Let us join you!” He set his backpack down, then began to pull off his soccer shirt, and Marla couldn’t help her jaw from dropping. Lars was absolutely chiseled, with individually countable abs and a mighty chest. His torso was well-tanned, and featured several tattoos that must have been in Norwegian.

Andreas was also easing out of his tank top. He was hairier and less muscled in his chest than Lars, but appeared no less physically powerful — he projected a controlled, dominating strength. He smiled at the two women watching him, and Marla thought she might dissolve into the pool.

Andreas went around to the steps and began to walk into the pool near Penny, who stepped toward the wall to give him more space. Lars, meanwhile, simply sat on the edge and eased himself into the water a few feet from Marla, grunting as he adjusted to the temperature. “Ah, this is just the thing,” he said. He was taller than Marla, even a few inches deeper into the pool. “Would you be so kind?” he asked, grabbing a glass and holding it out to Marla.

“Certainly!” Marla smiled at him and poured him a glass. “How was the rest of your shift?”

“Oh, it was fine,” said Lars, “but I say truthfully that there was no one quite as exquisite to work on as the two of you ladies.”

Marla blushed. “Oh, you’re so kind. I suppose we must have been good customers, or you would have gone to some other one’s pool!”

Lars laughed at that. “Ja, well, Andreas here said he would not miss it for the world, eh, my friend?”

Andreas nodded, taking his own glass of wine and then striding over through the water to stand near Penny. “It sounded like a good afternoon to me.”

“So,” said Penny, moving a little closer to Andreas, “you guys are both from Europe?”

“Yes, I come from Crete, in Greece,” said Andreas. “It is a beautiful island, the largest in the country.”

“And I am from Norway,” said Lars. “Do you know Lillehammer? It’s where they had the 1994 Olympics, though I was only little baby at the time, so I do not remember.”

“Well, you look like one of the athletes to me!” said Marla, giggling.

Lars chuckled. “You are very kind, Marla! Actually I am also part American, my father was in the US military in Europe when he met my mother, so I am a citizen here too.”

“What about you, Andreas?” asked Penny.

“I am not a citizen,” said Andreas, “but my status is all in order. I would have had much trouble becoming documented if not for Rose. She helped me get residence here, no charge, what is word for this, pro bono.”

“Oh, how good of her!” said Marla. “I’m glad you’re able to stick around!”

“Wow, I keep hearing all these good things about Rose, but Marla keeps hiding her from me!” said Penny. “I wish I had a sister-in-law who was so handy!”

“Oh, you don’t know the half of it!” said Marla, glancing at Andreas. He acknowledged her eyes with a split second look. “So, how do you guys like America?”

“Many parts of it, I like,” said Andreas, shooting a look at Penny.

“Ja, I like living here, though I am sometimes homesick for Norway,” added Lars. “Everything and everybody is quite loud here. I mean, I am called talkative in Norway, but here they tell me I do not say much. But I do not mind a little bit of loudness.” He took a sip of wine. “Have you ladies ever been to Europe?”

Penny shook her head and Marla said, “I was in England once, a long time ago.”

“Ah, then you have only seen a little bit of gray,” said Lars. “You must see the fjords of Norway.”

“Or better, the islands of the Aegean,” said Andreas.

“Oh, that sounds amazing!” said Penny. “Hot beaches, good wine, dancing. The only question is, Andreas, would you be on the beach when we get there?”

Andreas smiled. “Maybe I would be.”

Marla’s eyes went to Lars. “Norway sounds pretty cold to me…”

He shrugged. “Eh, the ocean helps. It is no worse than here in your Midwest.”

“Well, still, I might need help keeping warm if I ever went there.”

Lars grinned at her, took the bottle of wine, and added to her glass. “Ah, well, that is something which I could do.” He took a gulp of wine. “Tell me, Marla, what is it that you do for work?”

Marla and Penny began to tell them about the accounting office. Marla thought the stories would sound quite tedious to the handsome Europeans, but if they were bored, they didn’t show it. They talked for the better part of an hour, with Penny saying most of it, with Marla occasionally backing her up and Lars asking the occasional question. Andreas, characteristically, was quiet, though he smiled at Penny’s jokes.

Eventually, after a couple of glasses of wine each, Andreas said, “My skin is getting the wrinkles, it looks like. I wonder if I might towel off for a bit.”

“Ja, this is a good idea,” said Lars. “I think perhaps we will towel off, and Marla could give us the tour of the home, eh?”

Penny grinned. “Oh, that’s a good idea!”

Marla nodded. “I’d be happy to!”

Andreas climbed out of the pool and began to walk toward the breezeway, with Penny close behind. Lars stood on the steps and offered a hand to Marla. She smiled at him and took it as she walked out of the pool. His grip was incredibly firm.

Marla whispered to him, “I, um, well, please, let me know if there’s anything I can get you while you’re here, I’ve been told you’re, well, close to Rose, so make yourself at home.”

“Ja,” breathed Lars. “I assure you, we will make ourselves very at home.” He kept his grip on her hand and began to lead her toward the breezeway, where Andreas and Penny were toweling off very close together. Marla couldn’t help but feel a little wistful from the fact that her best friend was pairing up with him, but if Lars was her consolation prize, she had no complaints.

They finished drying off, still in their swimsuits, and Marla led them into the kitchen with a towel over her shoulder, still a little self-conscious about the fact that her ass was practically exposed. The two men had picked up their backpacks and shirts and were carrying them around. “Here’s the kitchen, Rose had it remodeled to work amazingly, feel free to help yourself to snacks if you’re hungry!”

“Takk!” said Lars. “It looks quite modern.”

Marla led them through the elegant, spacious living area, pointing out the upgrades and character that Rose had told her about. “Down that hallway is my bedroom, and then further there’s Rose’s suite. She keeps it locked for privacy, but I could show you mine…if you wanted.”

Lars and Andreas nodded at her, so she showed the three of them her suite, which she had fortunately cleaned a few days before. “Very nice,” said Andreas, quietly.

Marla led them downstairs, showing them the lounge area with its TV and comfortable furniture. “This basement used to be a real mess before Rose bought the house and customized it.” She noticed that Andreas’s eyes lingered on one of the locked doors — had he been here before?

Finally, Marla showed them the upstairs, her heart racing from anticipation more than climbing the stairs. “Up here we have my daughter Jade’s room, which has the balcony you can see in the back, and then there’s a guest room and a spare office.”

“This house is so gorgeous!” gushed Penny.

“A lovely house for a lovely woman to live in,” said Lars, looking at Marla, who blushed.

“You have gotten a little red, Marla,” said Andreas.

“What? Oh, that’s just my makeup, I think, don’t worry about it!” said Marla, whose eyes were now fixed on Lars.

Andreas turned to Penny. “You have very good skin, Penny, and you do not want the sun to harm it.”

Penny giggled. “Yeah, I’ve never been able to tan all that well, so I kinda gave up trying!”

“If you would like, I can reapply your sunscreen,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, that would be so sweet!”

“I have some in my bag here,” Andreas continued, “perhaps I should apply it in that spare room, so as to give privacy.”

Penny looked at Marla, her eyes widened in excitement, with a hint of pleading. Marla gave a very slight nod, and Penny said, “Oh, thank you, yes, let’s do that!” She practically ran into the spare room, and Andreas followed. He gave a slight nod and a grin of his own to Lars, and entered the room, shutting the door behind him.

Marla stared at the door for a moment. It was only a few seconds before she heard the faint sounds of kisses and moans. No doubt in her mind, Andreas was taking charge, and Penny was loving it.

She gasped as she felt a firm hand on her shoulder, and she turned her head. Lars was smiling again, but this was a wicked smile, almost a look of hunger. “So,” he said, “I think I will be making myself at home, now.”

Marla nodded, her mouth agape. “Yes…please do…Sir.”

Lars stood directly in front of her. “Very good, Marla,” he whispered, and he put his hands around her back, pulling at her bikini straps. He undid the fastening that held the bra, and pulled on it quickly. Marla shuddered as her tits were released from the tight garment, spilling out onto her big belly in front of him. Lars ran a finger over one of them, then crouched down and put his hands into the strings that held her bottoms. He pulled on them roughly and they stretched, then gave way down Marla’s hips and ass, and she was naked in front of him.

“Rose is a very generous lady,” said Lars. “She has given you to me for right now, and I will claim you quite happily.”

Marla leaned in toward his muscular chest, bowing her head. “Anything you want, Sir, I will obey. I’m so…I’m so excited, Sir.”

He lifted her chin. “Good. Let us make good use of your bedroom.” He walked around behind her and pressed gently on her shoulder so that she would walk in front of him. She went down the stairs with her hand on the railing, keenly aware of Lars’s eyes on her. She went to her bedroom and through the open door, then stood in front of him.

Lars closed the door. He tilted his head at her. “I will be truthful to you,” he said. “I have had, what do they call it, a willing slave girl before. But never one so obese, so bounteous.”

Marla frowned, then realized he was complimenting her. “Oh, well, I…”

He smiled. “This is not a bad thing. I have had many thin women, and often they bore me. But you do not. You have the most beautiful face, the most amusing manner. Also the most enormous breasts, the largest thighs, the biggest ass — tI now know why Andreas likes you so. And I have the privilege to use you in whatever way I please.”

Marla giggled shyly, turning slightly to the side in an effort to strike a sexy pose. “Yes, please, Sir, use me, let me give you pleasure!”

Lars stepped closer to her, put his arms on her shoulders, and kissed her. “I believe that you mean what you say!” he said, walking behind her. “But there is a manner to these things. First, I must tame you.”

“Sir, what do you…” Marla suddenly felt his strong arms grab her by the shoulders and slowly, effortlessly push her toward the bed from behind. Lars pushed her down onto the bed, her legs still on the floor.

“Stay there. Look at your pillows,” he commanded. He walked around the room and said, “It is indeed very much difficult to hear anything elsewhere in this house. That is good.”

SMACK. Marla groaned as his hand impacted into her ass, hard. SMACK. The second blow landed on her other cheek, and she cried out. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth, a sixth, and all were just as hard, or harder.

Lars chuckled at Marla’s squealing. “As I said, I have fucked other slaves or submissives before, and each time, I start with a little taming. I must remind them that when they are serving me, they are absolutely in my power, you understand, ja?”

“Yes,” Marla panted weakly.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. “Yes, what?”

“Yes…Sir.”

“Better.” SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Lars didn’t stop at a dozen, and the strength of his blows increased. Marla felt tears streaming down her face. Whenever Rose had spanked her, she had always linked it directly to something Marla had done — though it seemed arbitrary some times, and it was obvious that Rose enjoyed punishing her. Lars, it seemed, didn’t bother with the pretense.

After 40 hard blows on her ass and thighs, Marla was weeping into her covers and gripping them tightly. “P-p-please, S-sir,” she said, “how much…more?” His treatment was working — she felt like nothing but a slave whose sole purpose was to accept what he did to her.

“Turn over,” he said. Marla slowly pulled herself upward, then rolled over onto her back. Before she could react, Lars’s hand was striking her left breast with a SMACK. She shook as he dealt five more blows to her breasts. “You have a big, beautiful body,” he said, before slapping her breasts two more times. “So fat, so decadent. I must thank your mistress again for lending it to me. And of course, you will thank her for this as well.”

“Yes, Sir,” whimpered Marla through her tears.

Lars walked around the bed and grabbed a pillow, then gently lifted her head and put it underneath. “Turn onto your side.” Marla obeyed, giving her wounded ass a much-needed rest. She closed her eyes to wipe away the tears, and opened them to find Lars with his pants off, kneeling on the bed, cock pointed at her face. “Open.”

Marla opened wide and took his cock into her mouth. He was aggressive about pushing it into her, and it was fortunate that she had plenty of practice, because his length reached her throat. She sucked hungrily but was doing little of the work — Lars seemed determined to fuck her face as he would a pussy.

He grunted. “Ah, you are hungry for my cock, are you not?”

“Mmhmm!”

“Andreas was telling the truth yesterday, you are quite talented.”

Marla’s eyes flashed up to him. Had he known since this morning that she was a complete slut who would follow any order that came from Rose? The thought thrilled her, as did the lust in Lars’s eyes. He was not lying, he truly wanted her, and she desperately wanted to please him.

Lars sighed and groaned as he fucked Marla’s face, and she tried her best to make him cum, but eventually, he pulled out of her mouth. “Very good, slave,” he said. “I am glad that you belong to Rose and that she has shared you, because your skills would be wasted on one man, ja?”

Marla nodded. “Yes, Sir, thank you, Sir! I am glad to suck your cock!”

He laughed. “Unless, of course, that one man was me! But I am respectful of Rose’s property. Now, then,” he said, walking down to the foot of the bed, “Time to explore more of this big body.”

Marla nodded. “Yes, Sir, please, fuck me, I’m ready!”

“Good,” said Lars. He started to spread her legs. then gave the fat of each thigh a quick SMACK before pushing them apart. Marla’s ass was burning in its position on the bed, but it was nothing compared to the fire in her cunt.

“Before you worry,” said Lars, “I carry no diseases, and I have had years ago a vasectomy.” And he pushed himself into her sopping wet slit.

Marla gasped at the thrill of it. She’d had a dildo in her not long ago, but this was different — she hadn’t had a real cock for more than two years. Lars was big, warm, and powerful inside her as he began to thrust in and out.

“Oh…oh God…” Marla breathed. “Yes!”

Lars smiled down at her. “Ja, I love it when they are loud! The fatter women tend to be much better for this. Please, do not hold back!”

“OHHH! YES! SIR!” Marla cried as he pounded away at her cunt. She was shaking along with him now, her tits heaving and belly jiggling. If he wanted the “fat girl” experience, she was happy to give it to him.

Lars’s smile went away as he got into a heavy rhythm. He fucked her for minutes, going harder and faster, now he looked almost angry, though he was grunting with pleasure as he fucked her. “Ja, take that fucking cock!” he growled. “Take it into your fat, wet pussy!”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marla shouted.

“Take this cock like the whore you are!”

“Oh, fuck, I’m such a whore, sir!” Marla’s thighs were spread out and high into the air, held up by Lars’s strong hands.

“You love this cock, don’t you?”

“Y-YES…SIR…I…DO….”

“Take it…in…your…slave…cunt!”

“OH! OH! OH! AAAAHH!” Marla’s pussy tightened around him and she rapidly reached an orgasm. She felt heat radiate from her pussy and abused ass cheeks and explode around her body as Lars thrusted in. Faintly, as if it were happening elsewhere, she felt him exploding as well, sending spurts of cum into her pussy.

Lars breathed heavily and tore himself backward and out of her pussy. Marla had her hands over her head, shaking as her orgasm wound down.

Finally, she took her hands away and looked at him. “Oh…God…thank you…Sir…” she wheezed.

He smiled at her, and looked about to say something, when there was a knock at the door. He looked at her and tilted his head towards it.

Marla frowned nervously but obeyed. She stood up on shaky legs, walked to the door, and stood behind it as she cracked it open, showing only her face.

Penny was standing there, looking much different than she had before. Her makeup was smeared, her hair was a mess, and the skin of her face looked reddened, as if she were out of breath. She was wearing a dress again over her thick body. “Hi, Marla, I’m so sorry, am I interrupting? Are you okay?”

Marla turned completely red underneath her own tear-smeared makeup. How much had her friend heard? “It’s…” she panted, “it’s okay, Penny. I mean, as you can see, I’m…a little busy…what…can…I do…for you?”

Penny smiled and choked out a laugh. “I just wanted to let you know, I got a text from Doug, I gotta get home — kid emergency.” She rolled her eyes, then whispered, “But holy shit, Marla. That was incredible.”

Marla raised her eyebrows. It couldn’t have been more than twenty-five minutes since Andreas and Penny had gone into the guest room together. “Oh…that’s good!”

“Oh yeah,” said Penny, “I think I scratched that itch for a good while. I hope you’re having a good time in there, too.”

Marla nodded. “Yeah, um…”

Penny held up a hand. “Say no more, I’ll let you get back to your stud. Thanks for an amazing day, I’ll see you later!” And she walked away.

Marla closed the door and sat back down on the bed. She looked over at Lars, who was sitting on a chair, wiping off his cock. “Um…can I do anything more for you…Sir?”

Lars nodded. “Oh yes, slave. But just wait a moment, ja?”

A minute later, there was another sound at the door — not a knock this time, just the handle turning. The door swung open, and Andreas stood in front of them, completely naked. Marla thought her heart had stopped in her chest.

Andreas looked at her, then at Lars. “How is it?”

Lars shrugged. “It’s…” He kissed his fingers, like he was describing a fine meal. “She is a new slave, and still needs some training, but you were right about her mouth.”

Andreas grinned toward Marla. “I do not exaggerate.” Marla smiled shyly.

“How was the other one?” asked Lars, gesturing with his head.

“Very nice,” said Andreas. “She is no slave, but she wants a firm hand. Delicious, big ass. If she were unmarried, I would seek her for my own, but I am a gentleman.”

Lars grinned. “I admit, my friend, I am coming around to your taste in women.” He gestured to Marla. “Her body is like…amusement park.”

Marla bit her lip. She was still not used to being referred to like a sex object, but the way these men talked about her thrilled her. “Sir…Andreas, how can…this slave…serve you?”

Andreas looked at her, then at Lars. “You want to flip a coin?”

Lars shrugged. “Eh, it’s not big deal. I have been having fun with this one.”

“Yes,” said Andreas, “but I have already done with the other one. And you have done hard work down here at the taming, yes?”

“Well, that’s true, but I have also just finished, so I may need a minute.”

“I did, also,” said Andreas, “so we are back to where we began.”

“Um…” said Marla, “Sirs, what’s going on? What are you…”

Lars glared and shushed her, then turned back to the other man. “All right, my friend, we do it your way. There are coins in my bag, there.”

Andreas reached into the bag that Lars had left on the floor, rummaged for a moment, and found the Norwegian’s wallet, from which he pulled a quarter. “Okay, you want heads or tails?”

Lars shrugged. “Heads?”

Andreas walked closer to Marla, then flipped the coin up into the air. Marla, still lying down, realized it was right above her just before it landed on her belly. It hurt a little, but being used as a table was more humiliating than painful.

“What does it land on, slave?” asked Lars.

Marla craned her head forward — it was difficult to see it on her belly. She carefully reached down her body and slid the coin toward her without knocking it over. She looked at it. “Tails, Sir.”

Andreas grinned. “Tails. You get your wish, and I go first.”

“A fitting result,” said Lars. “You have had your eye on her for longer than I have, after all! But I most surely see why she caught your eye.” He stood up from the chair and walked toward Marla. To her surprise, he bent down to her face and kissed her on the lips. She returned the kiss hungrily, sucking on his tongue as it slid into her mouth. He was a good kisser, in addition to his many other skills.

Lars broke away after a moment, smiling at her. “We will turn you on your stomach again, now,” he said, offering her a hand. Marla took it, and he helped her get onto her side, then on top of her big stomach on the bed. Then he went to his bag and retrieved a small set of rubber cuffs that looked pretty similar to what Rose had used on her. He went to her and gently fastened them to her wrists, tightening them so that they weren’t quite uncomfortable, but certainly wouldn’t allow her to go anywhere.

“Ah, before I forget,” said Lars, standing next to Marla, “she did have an orgasm, and I do not recall anybody granting her permission.”

Marla’s eyes widened. “Oh, God, Sir, I’m sorry, I forgot, I just thought…”

Andreas clicked his tongue behind her. “Disobeying your mistress’s rule? Stealing from Rose? It is clear to me this slave needs more training.”