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Naomi gently placed Lucy onto the bed and sat in Lucy’s lap on the bed, kissing her neck and gripping her hair and groping her chest. “Before we start,” Her voice cooed sweetly between kisses, “I like to be top dog in bed.”

“What?” Harlow kissed her back, biting her lip.

“I like to be the one in control.” She explained, pulling Harlow’s hair. Harlow gasped, feeling the strange pleasure of having his hair pulled. Even if it was lessened by the extensions. “Is there anything you don’t want done?”

Harlow smiled dumbly, “I’m up for anything, just, like, don’t touch down there.” He gestured nervously towards his crotch. He hated telling her to not touch his cock when that was all he wanted her to do! But it would be a lot harder to explain, even if she thought Lucy was trans.

“Good.”Naomi giggled and released Lucy’s hair, wasting no time in taking down the thin straps that held up her dress and exposing her white lace bra.

“Wow.” Lucy smiled, “You’re so sexy.” Harlow felt the familiar painful pulling against his crotch.

“Your turn.” Lucy giggled happily as Naomi kissed her. Naomi’s slender hands slipped under Lucy’s red top as their tongues intertwined.

Harlow caressed Naomi’s bare skin, her stomach still hadn’t fully recovered from her last baby and still held some of the weight. Harlow slid his hands further up, cupping her still contained breasts that threatened to spill over the top of the bra if her nipples didn’t tear through the cups first.

Harlow grasped the back of her bra in the hopes of unhooking it and setting her free, only to have his hand playfully slapped away, “Ah, ah, bad girl.” She chastised him as if he were a naughty child. His dick twitched against its prison, “I told you, it’s your turn first.” They both giggled.

Harlow giggled and let the goddess remove his top with no resistance. Harlow’s matching bra was quickly discarded, “Hey, that’s cheating.”

“Bad girls like you get punished.” She cooed, “Now, bend over.” her voice dripped with sex so deeply Harlow thought he might cum right then and there. Harlow bit his lips but did as he was told. His skirt was pulled down, crumbling around his heels and exposing his red thong between his butt cheeks. “Someone has been naughty.” She teased when she saw the dried precum stains. “Or were you just that excited for tonight?”

“I…I was excited.” It wasn’t wholy untrue, but he didn’t want to admit he started leaking when he was rubbing his hostaged cock.

Naomi gently rubbed a circle around Lucy’s exposed cheek, “Are you a slut, Lucy?”

“No.” Harlow didn’t really consider himself a slut, just unlu–Crack!

The sound of skin colliding against skin filled the room like the crack of a whip. “Are you a slut?”

“N-” Too late! Another crack as Naomi spanked his other cheek.

“Are you a slut, Lucy?”

“I’m n-” Again to his first cheek, now tinted red. Harlow attempted to push himself up only for Naomi to grab his wrist and pull it behind his back. Dropping him helplessly to the bed.

This time she did not ask again before hitting each cheek just as hard as before. Naomi rarely if ever had to spank her kids, but she clearly knew how. Her hand alone Harlow more than the wooden spoon his mother had used on him when he was a child.

“Are you a horny little slut?”

“Y-yes.” Harlow gasped, trying to hold back tears already feeling the heat from his ass.

“What are you?”

“I’m a horny little slut.” He giggled anxiously. Why was his cock still pulsating between his thighs?

“Good girl.” Naomi released Harlow’s arm and he slumped to the floor on his knees. His heart pound in his chest and his eyes had watered with tears from the pain and humiliation…but he didn’t tell her to stop. He should just get up and leave, right? He looked up as he felt the bed shifting in front of him. Naomi’s dress was completely gone now, her matching white panties stood out in the dim light of the room against her darker skin. “Look what you’ve done to me, you nasty little slut.” Naomi’s panties were soaked with her sexual desires. She was getting off on this? “I believe you know what to do.” Naomi’s drunken slur had abated now that her mind had something to focus on. Harlow reached for her panties only to be stopped again, “Eh, eh, eh. Good girls ask permission from Mistress first.”

‘Mistress?’ Harlow swallowed the lump in his throat, “P-please Mistress,” his face burned like a red hot poker as he began, “may I…lick your…beautiful pussy?”

“Ooh, such a sweet slave you are. Yes you may.”

Harlow wished the floor would open up and swallow him, but still…Naomi was hot, even if she was a secret freak it would just make their three-way more fun when the other girl showed up, “Thank you.”

Harlow spent the next few minutes licking her pussy. Unable to hear who had just entered the room, he tried to look but Naomi forced his face to stay between her thighs. There was a short conversation that stopped every few seconds and Naomi giggled as the other speaker moaned and breathed loud enough for Harlow to hear even with his ears pinned by her thighs. He felt his cock twitch again against his imprisonment as he imagined a beautiful redhead excitedly touching herself and watching his ass, spurring him to do better to please Naomi even further before Harlow was released.

Harlow took in a sharp intake of fresh air. He hadn’t expected to be trapped like he was with what little breath was in his lungs. “Oh, sweet little girl. You really should work on that. My slaves don’t get to slack off like that. You do want to be my slave, don’t ya?” She asked but the answer was obvious even to Harlow.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good, slave.” Naomi smiled, pulling Lucy into her lap. “But you did a good job anyway. So would you like a reward?”

“Yes…Mistress.”

“Good girl.” With practiced efficiency Naomi singlehandly removed her breast from her bra “I hope you’re thirsty.” she giggled.

Harlow giggled at the joke, feeling his apprehension ease slightly, “Yes, Mistress.” It took a minute of sucking but Harlow soon realized she wasn’t joking. He could taste milk coming out of Naomi’s breasts. He thought about saying something, but he could still feel the stinging of his ass and decided to just go with yet another strange revelation. It was at least tasty.

A few minutes later, Naomi pulled Harlow away, switching his position to her other breasts, the entire time she had been saying something to him but he was in too much bliss to understand and simply nodded or grunted yes where he felt was appropriate.

“That’s enough of your cute little mouth, slave.” The smile she had been wearing for the past few minutes now turned to stone, “Kneel.” Harlow returned to his place on his knees. He wouldn’t readily admit it to anyone else, but he was beginning to enjoy this game with Naomi. He still wanted his threesome in the end, but he wouldn’t be too terribly disappointed if this was the rest of his night.

Once back on his knees, Naomi stood and walked behind the kneeling feminized man. He didn’t see it as Naomi picked up a blindfold and wrapped it around his eyes. Underneath his false breasts he could feel his own nipples hardening from the satin wrap. “Part of being a good slave is obedience and focus on your task. You are too easily distracted my little airheaded slave. But I’ll break you of that.”

“Break me?”

Something hard slapped against Harlow’s butt again, whatever it was was much stiffer than Naomi’s hand. This one wasn’t nearly as painful, though Harlow suspected that was on purpose and meant as a warning, not a punishment. “Do not speak without permission.” Harlow nodded. “Good, slave. You can be taught after all.” Harlow heard some rummaging in a drawer behind him, he tried to look before realizing how fruitless that was with the blindfold in place. “I don’t normally get to play with other girls, so I bought something special just for you.” The strict tone in Naomi’s voice faded, and the gentle voiced woman he met over a week ago had returned. She was speaking to Lucy as a friend, not a Mistress.

“That’s sweet.” He did think it was sweet, unfortunately he wasn’t a girl like she expected, but even on his knees and blindfolded he could see the effort she went into to make this a fun experience for her.

“I thought I told you not to talk.” She giggled. Her strict voice still hadn’t returned but it was much closer now.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” he giggled back. There was something fuzzy snapped around his wrists with a deafening click. Harlow was handcuffed in what he imagined were fuzzy handcuffs.

“Open up.” She said, now sitting on the bed in front of him. Harlow opened his mouth slightly. “Wider. As wide as you can.” Confused, but drunk on lust, Harlow opened his mouth all the way. He felt something that smelled of plastic and warm rubber forced into his mouth. “Bite.” she said. Harlow was briefly relieved to learn it wasn’t another dildo at least. Biting down he felt the warm rubber give slightly. It reminded him of when he tried out for the football team and he had to make a rubber mouthguard by biting into the warm rubber. Without being told he sucked in the air. “Good, slave.” Naomi cooed the strict tone slowly returning. Harlow wanted to smile at being praised even for something so silly but found he could barely stretch the corners of his lips as his mouth was stuck open as wide as possible.

Harlow grunted and tried to reach for whatever was in his mouth but the fuzzy cuffs trapped his arms behind his back.

“Perfect.” Naomi had returned to her Mistress voice completely now as Harlow felt her bunch his hair into her hand. “Now, remember to breathe through your nose.” She chuckled. Behind his blindfold Harlow’s eyes widened as the tip of a dildo easily slipped into his waiting open mouth.

The dildo was much thicker than the one Harlow had drunkenly practiced on at home before and just as long. Gagging and coughing didn’t save him, he was only given further instructions on how to suck on the enlarged cock with no breaks until he did what he was told.

After several minutes of gagging the instructions finally stopped as he no longer needed them. Now she only gave him words of encouragement, “Yeah, slobber on my cock you slut.” and “You must really love cock to be able to take this much so easily, slave.” followed by a sadistic laugh and the bright burning of Harlow’s cheeks. “Oh finally,” she said suddenly, “prepare her ass for me, slave. She’s just about got my cock ready.” ‘Who is she talking to?’ It took a moment before he realized she must be talking to Candy. Or some other girl, but until then he could imagine Candy.

Hands spread his cheeks and pulled the string of his thong to his side followed by a wet tongue slipping into his hole and he hoped he passed enough as Lucy that Candy would never learn that it was actually him. ‘She’s probably done worse.’ he thought.

Having never been much to explore his kinks or fetishes, it surprised Harlow just how much he enjoyed feeling someone licking his hole.  'I shouldn't like any of this! I'm a man.' he told himself. He shouldn't like his the dildo Valerie tricked him into buying and playing with, he shouldn't like being bound and gagged as he drooled on another dildo and he especially shouldn't enjoy having another woman's tongue in his ass! Men didn't like these things! Even if everyone saw him as a woman it still wasn't right. It still wasn't okay that his dick was still trying to free itself while it leaked helplessly in his panties! How could he look anyone in the eye after all of this?

But the room was dark and there were only two women here besides himself. One a stranger and one someone who had no doubt never given Harlow a first thought let alone a second. They saw him as Lucy and as much as being Lucy sucked, Lucy did this a lot. To pay off debts. To get what she wanted. But that wasn't Harlow. Lucy was an act to survive …Lucy would be gone one day and no one here would ever know Harlow had done any of this, let alone enjoyed it all.

Lucy moaned blissfully as Naomi pulled her away from her dripping strap on cock, “That’s good enough, slave.” Lucy didn’t know who Naomi was referring too but either way she enjoyed the praise. “Your turn.” Lucy was forced to stand on her own two feet…or heels rather, as Naomi walked behind Lucy, her hands gripping Lucy’s hips. The second slave who had been obviously lubing up Lucy’s asshole for what was about to happen now walked in front of Lucy. Lucy could only moan and drool as a large hand gripped her hair yet again. ‘Fuck! Harder!’ she thought. The hand pulled harder and Lucy realized she had grunted the words and they had somehow been understood. Naomi’s cock slid into Lucy’s awaiting ass. “Oh shit, this feels fantastic!” Naomi giggled, her voice slipping.

Naomi had purchased her first ever feeldoe, the beauty of which allowed both partners to feel the pleasure no matter which end they were situated on.

After a few practice thrusts Naomi settled into a rhythm, “Are you just going to watch or are you going to enjoy your birthday present?”

“Wu?” Lucy grunted.

“Better get to it before I keep her for myself, slave.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Ray said delightedly, knowing it was better to wait for his wife’s permission.

Before he could protest Harlow’s throat was forced down onto another cock. This one wasn’t as thick or as long as Naomi’s but the sudden realization made Harlow gag. It was Ray’s birthday! He had been so focused on his own pleasure he didn’t think about the facts. No one had been called since Naomi and Ray got home. The voice he heard while his head was trapped by Naomi’s thighs were too deep to be a woman’s. Why would he sit out on a threesome? Most men wouldn’t. Hell, Harlow had jumped at the chance without a second thought. The warm pulsing cock in his mouth belonged to yet another man, and somehow worse, it was another one of Daniel’s poker buddies.

Harlow’s mind was a jumble of thoughts as he reeled from the pleasure Naomi was giving him and the reality that he was giving Ray pleasure as well. He was being spitroasted like he had seen in so much porn growing up. None of this had been what he expected! His cock still twitched painfully in its prison despite all of this, reminding him that he wouldn’t get to actually feel any release in the end and he never even had the chance. Worse yet, it reminded him that something was wrong with him for enjoying what was happening. His mind wanted it to stop, but his body only wanted more.

The blindfold had been removed by Ray, so even in his own mind Harlow couldn’t pretend this wasn’t another man he was sucking off. Ray smirked with sadistic glee as he held Harlow’s hair and fucked against Naomi’s thrust causing Harlow to choke and gag. “I would’ve thought a slut like you would be better at sucking cock.” He chuckled.

“She still needs some work. ” Naomi thrust into the only pussy Harlow had to offer with every word. “We’ll get her there.” Harlow could only moan and choke in response. “Fuck! She’s squeezing me!” Naomi said happily as she pulled Harlow in closer.

Harlow squealed in pleasure as Naomi’s rhythmic thrusts turn into a swift jackerhammering. ‘Fucking hell!’ He groaned, why did he enjoy this?! Naomi pulled Ray in for a kiss as she orgasmed loudly.

Thankfully, he thought, after a few slow thrusts Naomi pulled out of Harlow’s ass. “That was amazing. Harlow was pulled off of Ray’s cock and they were both stood up. Naomi kissed Ray, then kissed Harlow’s lip, his mouth still forced open wide and his arms bound behind his back. “You were amazing, slave.” She smiled, “But now you know what you’ve got to do?” Harlow shook his head slowly. “You have to clean up your mess.” Naomi lay Harlow down on the bed face up. He dildo had been discarded somewhere in the dark before she climbed up on the bed and sat on Harlow’s chest, “Let’s get you out of this.” She smirked and unbuckled something behind Harlow’s head. Before he could say or question anything about the events that just transpired Naomi sat on his face. “Remember, no talking, slave. Just clean me up.” Her voice still had the weight of authority behind it but it also contained the euphoric post-orgasmic feelings.

With no choice Harlow licked her pussy yet again. This time it was much stickier than before. While he was busy with his task he felt a pair of strong hands grabbing his legs. He realized what was happening only when his legs were in the air, his heels dangling by Ray’s ears as Ray now thrust into Harlow’s asshole. It, again, wasn’t as big as his toy at home or Naomi’s toy…but it was real. It pulsed with heat and thrust with experience. Harlow immediately understood how a guy like Ray was able to keep a woman like Naomi. He would no doubt have given him a high five, if only he wasn’t the one Ray wasn’t thrusting into!

Ray’s thrusting, the near constant state of arousal, the alcohol solution finally working, whatever the reason, Harlow’s cock sprung free after a few thrusts by Ray in his ass. He was not hard at all despite all the twitching and pulsing his cock had been doing before. At least it was a relief to confirm he wasn’t gay.

He waited for Ray to freak out and stop this altogether. Maybe call him a freak and a tranny! That may have been dangerous but it would have been better than what happened next.

Ray pulled Harlow’s panties aside and stroked Harlow’s cock. His own pulsed with pleasure although nowhere near as large as Ray’s. Ray wasn’t shocked, he knew Lucy had a dick?! He didn’t care?! And worse, his fingers felt so good! Ray rubbed the precum along Harlow’s shaft to keep it lubricated as he jerked the much smaller, limp cock.

Harlow kicked and bucked, trying to free himself when Naomi finally noticed. “Ray, hands off, baby.” She spoke sweet words with the threat of punishment both of them knew far too well at this point.

“Yes ma’am.” Ray didn’t stop fucking Harlow’s ass. Though he at least stopped stroking his cock, replacing it behind his panties. Every thrust now caressed his penis against the silk panties. The sensation was worse than a tease! It was gentle while Ray was not. “I didn’t say stop.” Naomi ordered him to continue.

Harlow hated what was happening to him. His body and mind were betraying him. He wanted…wanted more! He wanted Ray to fuck him harder, wanted Naomi to reach back and jerk him off while her husband and slave fucked him and he licked her pussy clean. “I’m gonna…I’m about to cum, Mistress!” Ray gasped, pulling  Harlow closer by his thighs.

“Not yet!” She moaned, driving Harlow’s tongue deeper inside of her. Naomi’s hips gyrated as she rode Harlow’s face to her second orgasm of the night, drenching his face in sticky slime.

The trio stopped as Naomi rolled off of Harlow. She took a few blissful deep breaths before she reached for Ray's cock. She pulled off a small ring around his balls and placed it on the nightstand. “Get up.” She ordered Harlow. Thinking it meant his freedom, Harlow stood on his heels beside the bed. With a smile he was turned around and his hands were freed of the fuzzy handcuffs. He noticed Ray had positioned himself in front of Harlow again on the side of the bed. “Now, you give the birthday boy his present like a good little slave, you here?”

The door was right there, they wouldn’t force him to have sex with Ray against his will would they? He could just say no and go home and pretend none of this ever happened. But as he stared at Ray’s cock he couldn’t help but remember the pleasure he had felt. He had felt so close to his own orgasm, the thought of leaving almost hurt him physically. “Yes, Mistress.” He said softly.

Ray took Harlow’s hand and helped him to sit on his cock. Naomi sat in a chair to the side and watched the two having sex on her marital bed. She gave no orders to either of them, just tips for Lucy or Ray from what she knew the both of them liked so far. Her stern voice had left and now she simply advised the two lovers on how to please the other. After the constant teasing Ray had received, the strange amount of pleasure Harlow had been given by Ray, the two didn’t take long to reach orgasm. Ray’s assault on Harlow’s ass increased, his cheeks slapping loudly against Ray’s thighs. Harlow wasn’t prepared for Ray to suddenly kiss his lips. He thought of Daniel as he pulled Ray closer, their tongues intertwining as Harlow felt something explode inside of him. Ray was cumming inside of his ass! A man was cumming inside of him! Harlow released Ray’s face and instead bit his shoulder as he felt his own orgasm leak out. His cock twitched and pulsed all the same but it didn’t lengthen as it had before. He didn’t care at that moment. The fact he finally came was all that mattered. Everything else was secondary. Closing his eyes Harlow wondered what this meant for his future.

The following week was less eventful for Harlow, and he was thankful for it, though it was hard to compare “borrowing” Danny’s phone to research getting funding for breast implants with having sex with Naomi. He decided Ray’s dick in his ass as he came was just a coincidence. He did have to go shopping with Valerie for groceries and condoms or “essentials” as she referred to them. Harlow had noticed the condoms were getting low and had made the mistake of not thinking and mentioning it while he was painting his nails with her. “You better be careful, we wouldn’t want you getting pregnant.” They both giggled. Harlow couldn’t wait for Daniel’s wrist to heal so he would no longer have to…help him. His dancing was getting better at least, though he tried not to be proud of that fact.

The bigger news for the household was when Marcus stopped by with a new offer from Jefferson. “Hey, Jolly Green. Did you grow since the last time I was here?”

Danny shook his head. Marcus continued with the tall jokes and clearly was trying to befriend the man. If the situation was different he might have considered it, but all he knew was Marcus was one of the men putting Lucy and his sister in danger. “What can I do for you?”

“Other way round, brother. Our boss has a job offer for you.”

“I’m still on the injured list.”

“Yeah, and in the meantime your skills are going to waste.”

“I have a day job ya know.”

“Doing what? Climbing the Empire State building?”

“I’m a welder.”

Marcus looked at the brace around Danny’s wrist, “Doesn’t that hurt your wrist?”

Danny’s eyes widened and he quickly glanced back into the house, making sure Lucy was still in the shower after her exercises, before stepping outside and shutting the door. “And fighting off drunk idiots wouldn’t?”

Marcus smirked, the large man had his nuts in a vice by the tiny barbie doll complete with heels. Though if he had a choice, “The way you do it? Probably. But this is much easier. The boss said he mentioned his niece Elana was the girl you saved?”

“I got her letter. Yeah?”

“She still wanted to do more to thank you.”

“I told Jefferson he didn’t need to do more.”

“This isn’t from him. It’s technically from Elana. She wants to offer you a job.”

“I’ve already got a job.” Danny crossed his arms, hiding the small wince as he elbow pinched his wrist.

“How much do you make?”

Danny clenched his teeth, “Twenty-two an hour.”

Marcus immediately burst out laughing. Danny stared daggers into the thug. He knew he definitely didn’t make what Marcus made, if his one night of work was any indicator, but at least it was honest. He made something. He didn’t destroy or break things like Jefferson and his flunkies did.

The door suddenly opened and Lucy froze like a deer in headlights. “Hey, girl.” Marcus waved with a cheshire grin, as he composed himself barely acknowledging her state of undress. Lucy had heard a loud booming laugh and without thinking wrapped only a towel around her chest, not even having the thought to dry off.

“D-Daniel?” The gears in Harlow’s brain ground to a halt. He could play up his ditzy slut role, beg Daniel to join him in the shower, his nudity would certainly play into that, but Valerie gave him the remover for his shower. The thought Marcus might catch the sight of something unwanted twisted his stomach into a knot. Moreso, he covered a protective arm over his chest. He didn’t want this bruiser to see his breasts any more than he wanted Marcus to see his penis.

What was he supposed to do? Harlow wanted to slam the door, lock it, and flee to Mexico, but…what about Daniel?

Danny turned, noticing Lucy’s condition, stepped between her and Marcus, “Marcus just came by to talk, baby.” he stamped his anger down and smiled at his beautiful girlfriend, her wet hair clinging to her bare shoulders. “I’ll come inside in a minute.” Without her usual makeup he could see more clearly the features of her face he had come to think of as Harlow’s for more than a decade before. This was the first time in two weeks he had seen Lucy without any makeup. Underneath the colorful eyeshadow and lipstick it was still the same face structurally. But he found those parts beautiful. Had he always?

“You sure?” She asked, her soft pink lips slightly parted as she looked up at him with worry in her eyes. She was afraid.

Danny forced his mind to focus, she needed him to focus, “I’m sure.”

“Okay.” Harlow’s heart finally resumed beating and he reached up to his taller friend, a much harder task without heels, and wrapped his free arm around Daniel’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. “Don’t keep me waiting.” He purred, making sure Marcus could hear the hunger in his voice. Harlow backed away on his tip toes and closed the door behind him before rushing off to Valerie’s room.

Turning back Danny gave Marcus a stern glare, “I apologize,” Marcus began having calmed down, “I shouldn’t have laughed like that. You do a hard job for good money.” Danny nodded, “Certainly harder than what I have to do in a given week.”

“You said it, not me.”

Marcus smirked, “Yeah. I have no illusions about what it is I do. And hey, you probably get great benefits from work at least.”

“I’ve got insurance.” Danny’s chest puffed slightly.

“See, that’s great. Man, me? I gotta get mine through the company, it only covers basic dental. In my line of work you’d think we’d get full coverage like you.” Danny’s jaw clenched again, “You do get full coverage, right?”

“No.” He growled.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry, man.” He stepped back half a step, “But that at least covers your girl and your sister. Mine don’t, but I’m free and single so I don’t have to worry.” Danny’s knuckles cracked as he clenched his fist. “No way! What if one of them gets sick?!”

Danny’s parents had a decent enough insurance policy that they could cover most things, and Danny, or rather Valerie, had put a good chunk of his paycheck into a savings account that would cover what their life insurance couldn’t. He thought about Lucy. He didn’t know how to bring up, or even if he should, the fact he had noticed odd searches on his phone the last couple of days. Lucy was clearly searching for plastic surgeons to get implants. She had also been scouring the internet for grants to pay for the surgery judging by the multitude of searches and websites devoted to both either left open on his browser or in its uncleared history. “We get by.” Even as he said it he knew the words weren’t true. He wanted them to be. Seeing the search history he decided to do his own research. Breast implants could be fifteen grand! Something called an orchiectomy was at least eight. Vaginoplasty on average costs more than a brand new car out of pocket. It also varied depending on region and surgeon. ‘You get what you pay for.’ his dad was fond of saying…did that apply to vaginas?

Marcus shook his head, “You shouldn’t have to live like that.”

“You don’t seem to be faring any better.”

“Nah. But again, I’m just me. And I told you the job wouldn’t be with the boss man. It would be with Elana. Technically her father.” he corrected.

“Does he need a bouncer slash doorman too?”

“Hardly, his businesses are further south. His wife and daughter have been living here for five years. She goes to a private school not too far from here.” He answered the unasked question. “After her attack at the club her dad’s up in arms.”

“Understandable.”

Marcus nodded, “He wants to bring her back home. After five years, she’s a sweet kid, she’s got all these friends and she would have to leave all of that behind.”

Danny rubbed his chin. “That sucks. But he wants her to be safe-”

“That’s where you come in. I don’t know the specifics but if you come on as her driver she’ll get to stay with all her friends and not have to uproot her life. Plus she’ll feel like she’s balanced her books with you. Two birds, one stone.” He smiled.

“How would a driver help?”

“Are you kidding me? You’re a giant! How many fights have you been in since you climbed down from your beanstalk?”

“Three.”

“Including the club?” Danny nodded. “Trust me, ninety-nine percent of people don’t want to fuck with the Mountain!”

“And the other one percent?”

“You already dealt with that one. It’s smooth sailing from here.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“You’re as smart as you are tall.” Marcus took a card out of his pocket, “Here. This is the head of security for the family. Call him, ask if this is all legit and he’ll have all the information you could want about the gig.”

“Sure thing.” Danny took the card, tapping it against his fingers. “I do have one more question for you.”

“Shoot. Not literally.” He playfully threw up his hands and smirked.

This time Danny couldn’t help but return his smirk with a small chuckle, “If this job has better benefits than yours…why don’t you work for him?”

There was a mischievous glint to Marcus’ eye as he answered, “I’m not a family man. But I guess you could say I get job satisfaction. Don’t think I don’t get nice perks though.” Marcus nodded his head at Danny, “See you later, Jolly Green.”

“See ya later.” Danny said before he realized he had even responded.

Harlow woke drenched in sweat. At some point during the night the air conditioner had broken during the worst heatwave in ten years. “Daniel!” Harlow begged the sleeping giant beside him. “I’m hot!” he whined, shoving the larger man.

“Yeah you are, baby.” He smirked half asleep.

“No. It’s…ugh forget it.” Harlow climbed over the fleshy wall at his side and got in the bath, enjoying a nice long soak in the cold water.

By the time he had finished his bath he heard Val complaining to Daniel. Wrapping the towel around his chest Harlow stepped out of the bathroom and saw Daniel’s jeans and work boots dangling from the ceiling.

“I thought you were mechanical.” Valerie shouted up at him at the bottom of the ladder. She stood in the small booty shorts he had now gotten used to seeing her in during their exercises together and a sheer top that loosely draped to her hips.

“I’m a welder. Anything I weld in here will only kill us in our sleep!” He yelled back.

“Better than being slow roasted alive!” Harlow couldn’t help but giggle at the siblings' little feud. He actually found it quite cute. It didn’t matter how old they got, they were brother and sister and they’d argue and tease each other in their twenties the same way they did in grade school.

They were too distracted to notice Harlow go into his and Daniel’s bedroom. He decided if Val could walk around the house in skin tight shorts and a t-shirt then so could he. Finding the shorts was easy enough, having kept them after he washed they were now just part of his wardrobe. He couldn’t find a shirt that he could wear that didn’t make him feel like he was about to drown in his own sweat. He tried Daniel’s and they were so thick it was like wearing a sweater! Not to mention how harsh and itchy they felt on his skin. Harlow managed to find a shirt, or half a one, buried deep in the closet. The shirt was old and worn but at one time it had been a football jersey for the cowboys. Though all that remained of the printed words was the tattered “boys” stretched across Harlow’s chest.

The siblings continued arguing until Harlow finished making them both breakfast. Danny had to hold onto the wall to keep himself upright; Lucy was wearing his favorite jersey! Granted it hadn’t fit him since he was ten and he stopped wearing it when he was twelve it still threw him off as it reminded him of a fantasy he had long ago forgotten. “Mornin’.” Lucy smiled as she sat his plate in his usual spot, “How’s your wrist?” She didn’t wear any makeup this morning, and in this heat who could blame her, but her gentle face and concerned eyes made his heart beat in his throat.

“Better.” He thought he was underdressed in a white tank top and jeans for breakfast but more of his body was covered than anyone else’s.

“Good.” She kissed his wrist, and then his lips.

“Sorry, I’m sweaty.” He gestured to his tank top which did absolutely nothing to cover his muscular form from anyone, least of all Lucy. Was she biting her lip?

“It’s fine.” She flushed, “Did you fix the AC?” she asked and walked to her seat, making sure to give her but an extra amount of wiggle than was needed.

“U-uh no. I’ll have to call someone to get it fixed tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” Valerie whined, “Why can’t you call someone today?”

“I can’t, I–” He glanced at Lucy before continuing– “I’ll get paid next week, and we can risk it then. For now we’ll have to deal with it.”

“It’s supposed to be a hundred and ten today!” Valerie continued to whine.

Danny frowned, he hated letting them down, “Go see a couple of movies until it gets dark.”

“We have money for the movies but not the AC?”

“It’s complicated. You know that. Just trust me, okay?”

“I’ll be fine. I have classes all day. What about poor Lucy?!”

Lucy placed a hand on the stressed out Daniel and gave him a reassuring smile. “I haven’t seen a movie in, like, forever. It might be nice.” Daniel smiled back.

“Of course you’d agree with your boyfriend.” Harlow blushed and turned away.

The rest of breakfast fell into a tense silence before Daniel finally left, giving Lucy a goodbye kiss and an apology as he did. Harlow had reassured him he would be fine, a day at the movies wasn’t the worst idea in the world. "Come on, girly." Val said as she grabbed Harlow's wrist and pulled him into the bathroom.

"What are you doing, now?"

"Don't think I didn't notice you weren't wearing makeup this morning."

"Well yeah, I'd, like, sweat it off." He hoped the perky smile would get him out of having to do any more makeup but she was in too bad of a mood to let him slide.

“Don’t be such an airhead, Luce. How do you think all of womankind has been wearing makeup in weather like this?”

“They do?”

“We.” She corrected. “You’re one of us, ditz.”

“We do?”

“That’s right, we do. There’s a couple of different ways but this one is the best.” Val handed Harlow a tube of spf seventy-five. “You put that on before your makeup and it’ll hold much longer and better.”

“But won’t I just sweat this off?”

“It’s sweatproof, duh! Go ahead and do your makeup while I get ready for school.” Val winked and left Harlow alone. She acted like he wouldn’t even fight back anymore. He was a man. He didn’t need or want makeup. Though…he felt oddly exposed sitting at the dining table without any on. Plus, he was going out and he couldn’t risk Marcus or Oswald seeing him without makeup.

A half hour later Val had left, leaving Harlow a list of chores, she thankfully was allowing him to skip working out and rest today with the ac being broken. He sat on the couch for a few minutes to cool down…only to realize why that wouldn’t work and went to get his purse out of the kitchen. ‘Not my purse.’ He grumbled mentally. These things weren’t his. He wasn’t a girl.

Opening his the purse he expected to find the two-fifty Ray and Naomi had given him for babysitting. “Gee they, like, sure totally paid a lot for babysitting.” He said and giggled as he mocked Val. His smile quickly turned into a pout however as he only found condoms, his ID, and a tampon. “What the fuck?!” He shouted. Instinctively he glanced at the jar on the counter that held the poker chips for every time he swore. Aside from what looked like a handful of chips added to the jar, on the top of those was a folded piece of paper that definitely wasn’t there that morning.

The note was a list of clothes, shoes, nails, and various purchases Valerie had said he would owe. “It was like gud of u 2 pay back what u owe” the note read “evn if not all of it yet. Ur such a good gurl.” A small arrow pointed to the back of the note. “P.S. Some 1 like totally took chips out of the jar before i could count them and since I no that u woodnt dare do that I added them back but had 2 like guess. Don’t worry i totally got them counted now so if they go missing we wont have 2 guess again.”

“Stupid b-witch!” he swore as he balled up the paper and threw it into the kitchen. “Fine! I can wait her out!” He yelled.

Thirty more minutes passed before Harlow had gotten bored of the various soap operas filling the airwaves and could no longer take the sweltering heat and called a repairman. “I can’t take an entire week of this.” he moaned. “She can foot the bill later.” He said as he opened the rarely used yellowpages.

It was nearly three, and Finally a heavy hand knocked on the door. Harlow opened it grateful to see the overweight man and his skinny friend who both wore coveralls with the logo of the repairmen he had called. “Finally, I am, like, so glad you’re here!” Harlow patted down his neck and chest with a damp hand towel, that and a fan had been the only way he was fighting off heatstroke.

The larger man smiled at the busty coed sans bra standing in incredibly high heels with one glistening leg cocked to the side in booty shorts and a small crop top that showed her devotion to boys and nipples hard enough to cut glass. Due to the extreme heat the glue was unable to completely adhere to his flesh. Equally due to the extreme heat and discomfort Harlow didn’t give a damn and had completely forgotten he was left untucked in his tight shorts. It was small, and unnoticeable to most people but the larger man claimed to be a connoisseur of what he called odd and perverse tastes,  ‘Must be my lucky day,’ he thought. “I’m sorry we couldn’t get here sooner, we’re dealing with a lot of calls this week. But if I knew just how bad you needed it, I would’ve come right away. Name’s Ted, by the way.” He added, offering his hand.

“Lucy.” he answered, allowing Ted’s hand to engulf his own. Harlow paused for a moment and shook his head, ‘It’s too hot for this.’ “At least you’re here now.”

“Yeah, can you show us your unit?”

Harlow shrank away and bunched the neck of his shirt into one hand in the hope to cover his cleavage as he felt the man leering over his exposed skin. Unfortunately he was unaware he was exposing the underside of his breasts to the two men due to them being fake. “Uh sure, it’s in the attic.”

“Attic,” the skinny guy said for the first time, “That’s rare.”

“Older houses still have them.” the larger man said as he followed Harlow to the attic door in the hall, staring intently at his ass.

“Uh, yeah, I think it’s, like, something around forty years old?”

“You don’t look a day over eighteen.” Ted laughed.

Harlow giggled nervously, “Twenty-four, actually.”

‘Old enough.’ Ted thought. “Twenty-four and already a homeowner?” Ted gave an impressive whistle.

“Oh, I don’t…I’m just kinda…like, staying here for a bit with…some friends.” Not everyone needed to know he was ‘dating’ Daniel.

“I get ya.” Ted nodded to his assistant, “This it?”

“Yeah, I mean, like, it’s up there.” Harlow pointed to the attic door in the ceiling.

“Okay. Can you pull it down for me?” Harlow gave the man a confused look that only turned Ted on all the more, “Company policy. I know it’s stupid, but it’s an insurance thing.” He shrugged.

“Whatever.” he groaned. To add to his annoyance the man didn’t back up at all, forcing Harlow to stand uncomfortably close to the man as he reached up for the string. Thankfully he was wearing heels or he might have needed to ask Ted to give him a boost.

The ladder came down and Ted smiled, “Ladies first.” He emphasized the word, knowing “gurls” like this loved it when you noted their femininity. She may have rolled her eyes but her smile said she enjoyed it as well.

Ted followed Lucy up the stairs, taking a moment to enjoy the view from below, and spent a few minutes actually examining the unit, “Uh huh, yeah, yeah. Did you try to work on this yourself?”

“My…my boyfriend did.” Harlow’s cover may have been that he was Lucy and was dating Daniel, but he never had to say it out loud and it threw him for a moment.

“Right.” Ted said not believing her obvious lie. “Welp, that’s not good.”

“What isn’t?”

“Jimmy!” Ted shouted to the smaller man still on the floor, “This looks like a simple job, why don’t you go on to the next T-30 call.”

Jimmy smiled, “Will do.” He said and quickly left upon hearing the code word. He would normally be ticked off that Ted called dibs first but his tastes ran different than Ted’s.

“You can fix it?!”

“Yes ma’am, right as rain!”

“Oh God! You’re my hero!”

“Just all in a day’s work, Lois.” He smiled, puffing out his chest. “If you don’t mind...this will take me a few minutes but do you think you can fix me something cold to drink?”

“Oh sure! No problem!” Harlow cheered, hurrying down the ladder.

Ten minutes later Ted stood in the kitchen with a happy Harlow, drinking an ice cold lemonade. “Ah, thank you. Sorry about that, this job makes me terribly thirsty.”

“It’s no problem.” He bounced happily on one leg, “I can’t thank you enough.”

“Well, there is one way you can thank me.”

“Oh right! Duh. How much do I owe you?”

“Twenty-two-fifty.”

“Wow…that’s cheaper than I expected.”

Ted chuckled, “No, that’s two thousand and two-hundred and fifty.”

“Two-thousand dollars?!” Air conditioners couldn’t possibly cost that much could they?! Even with what Daniel made that wouldn’t be something they could afford any time soon. “I…do you, like,...can you bill me and I-we pay you later?”

“Can’t. Company policy. We’ve been screwed too many times like that.”

“W-what am I gonna do?”

Ted sighed, his gut rising and falling slowly, “No more games. You busted your unit trying to fix it and that’s fine. Mistakes happen, but I fixed it and that’s gonna cost you.”

Harlow tried to collect his thoughts but the thought of another debtor who would come looking for Lucy only scattered his thoughts further. “Please. I promise I can pay you later. Can, maybe, I can, like pay it off a little at a time?”

“Can’t. I don’t know what you’re so upset for. You can make it back in a few hours.

“What?”

“Look, bottom line is this; you give me money now or I’ll call the cops and tell them I caught a thief.”

“What?!

“My time and skill cost money. You called me to fix your unit, I fixed it, you owe me and you’re refusing to pay!”

“I’m not refusing, I’m just asking-”

“Payments must be delivered upon completion of services rendered. That means I fix the thing, you pay.”

“I can’t…I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Then, if you’d like, we could come to a gentleman’s agreement. Or…gentleman/Lady if you prefer.”

“That sounds great! Like what?”

“Drop the act, girly.”

“Huh?”

“I’m not the type to take advantage of a pretty young thing. So if it’s something you really want, you’ll have to ask me so’s I know it’s something you really want.”

Harlow giggled as the terrifying realization of what Ted was asking hit him. He couldn’t afford this any other way. Even if Daniel was here and got paid today! And he couldn’t risk disputing the man and having the cops come. Not when they were on the look out for Harlow already. He had a fake ID and birth certificate and all…but that might not hold up if someone took a serious look at it. He thought briefly of calling Jefferson, remembering how he easily dealt with the man outside the bathroom…and decided against that was a bit like asking a t-rex to save you from a mountain lion.

Harlow turned and got a piece of ice out of the freezer, the ac was on but it hadn’t yet fully cooled the house. Rubbing the ice cube on her neck helped to collect her thoughts as well as help his act. Lucy let the melting ice drip down her chest before looking up at the man with puppy dog eyes and pouting her lip, “Please…Ted. Ever since I first saw you, I, like, wanted to get you out of those clothes and see just how big of a tool you’re carrying.”

“Oh yeah?” He smirked.

Lucy continued to trace the melting ice across his chest, “I…always had a fantasy like this, a big, strong,..handsome repairman comes over and just…fixes my problem for me.”

“And what problem do you need help with now?”

“Honestly?” She smiled mischievously, “I’m just so horny!”

“Really now?”

She nodded, “So fucking horny! I haven’t been fucked in so long and I don’t think I can, like, stand another minute with you here.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, god yes!” She lied.

Ted smiled at Lucy’s enthusiastic pleading, “I’ll be honest, I could tell you wanted it the second you answered the door.”

“You’re so right!”

“Why else would you wear this knowing I was coming over. Unless you wanted to get fucked.”

Lucy giggled, “Busted.”

“Your cute little cock on display just begging for me.”

“My…b-busted again.” He giggled nervously. The admission Ted had seen she had a penis threw her once again, but even more so he wasn’t repulsed by the idea. Ray was into some kinky shit obviously and did whatever Naomi said, that was the only explanation Harlow had come to that he could live with. But Ted seemed to be attracted to the idea.

Swallowing hard Lucy stepped forward to Ted until her flat stomach touched his larger stomach, “So…will you please? Have sex with me.” She begged, offering him the melted ice cube.

Ted smirked and licked Lucy’s hand, taking the cube in his tongue and swallowing it hungrily. The act made her shiver in disgust. “Come with me.” Ted didn’t wait, he took Lucy’s hand and pulled her into the master bedroom. Lucy thought about protesting but thought better of it, after all it was Valerie’s fault she was in this mess and the thought of having sex with this stranger in the bed she shared with Daniel would only remind her of the guilt she didn’t wish to feel.

+

Ted pushed Lucy onto the bed, her fake chest bouncing freely. “You’ve got a really nice rack, are those real?”

“R-real enough.” She forced a smile.

“I’ll be the judge of that.” He chuckled as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and stripped out of his coveralls. Ted was large but he was a solid brick wall of a man, if that brick wall were covered in coarse black hair and sweat. He had no hair on his head, which only made his body seem even hairier by comparison. He took Lucy’s hand and stood her up, the last bit of affection he would show her, “Strip.” he ordered as he sat on the edge of the bed in just a white tank top.

Lucy turned around and heard a slow sensual beat begin to play from behind her. Lucy swung and swayed to the tempo like he had learned from the videos with Val and the memories of watching other women stripping at clubs. Lucy had danced for Daniel, but he had yet to ask her to strip for him. Lucy’s top came first, exposing her chest to the cooling air. Another painful reminder of his condition that his chest, his real chest, was still on fire compared to the rest of his exposed skin. Not wanting to waste any time Lucy closed her eyes and gyrated her hips as she pulled her shorts down, along with her thong.

“Fuck you’ve got a nice ass!” He punctuated the sentence with a slap to her exposed butt, “You would’ve definitely wasted that as a guy.” The words stung Lucy more than the slap to her rear had but she continued on with a fake smile on her face. “Come here.” He said as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto him. Lucy fought back the urge to run as she felt her cock rubbing against his own. Worse yet she could feel her own beginning to stir from the stimulation, “What do you want?”

“Y-your cock.”

“How bad you want it, baby?” He slid Lucy’s hand to his dick. Thankfully he wasn’t as endowed as her previous lovers.

Lucy looked away, pretending to stare at his cock but closing her eyes and hating the fact she had past lovers she could compare this man to, “So…so bad.”

“Yeah, you love cock don’t you?” He moaned as he helped Lucy stroke himself.

“Ye-yes.”

“What do you love, baby?”

She wished he would stop calling her that, “C-cock. I love cock.”

“Fucking, cock loving, slut.” He groaned, stroking himself faster and faster. For a moment she hoped he would go too far and cum before she had to do anything more than stroke him and take a ten year shower once he left. Unfortunately he released her hand and snatched a fistful of her hair and forced her mouth onto his penis. “Hm just like that!” he moaned, not caring if Lucy’s coughing and moaning for sounds of pleasure or shock. Once she adjusted she quickly did her best to make Ted cum as soon as she could.

Thankfully Lucy didn’t have to keep her lips wrapped around his dick for long, but Ted had too much control to pop early. He grabbed Lucy again and flipped her over face first into a pillow, “Spread that ass.” he commanded and Lucy gritted her teeth but reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, allowing Ted access to her hole. With one full thrust Ted entered Lucy. He bent over her back, reaching around to stroke her cock.

“Hey-no-I-” she tried to say, but he simply forced her face further into the pillow, lost in his own lust. Lucy hated the fact she was being turned on again! Was it the glue just making her extra sensitive or the lack of real sex in several months? Lucy thought of Ray, and how gentle he was with her and wished it were him instead, even if his cock was bigger. Daniel, she thought, is bigger but she imagined he’d be much more gentle with her than even Ray and would fill her up the same way her toy did. She hated the realization as soon as she came…she wished Ted was bigger. His cock was several inches smaller than Ray and her boyfriend’s and it was just teasing her. Whatever buttons Ray managed to hit Ted wasn’t hitting them. But his fingers around her penis were oddly stimulating as well, similar to Ray’s but much more…animalistic. Lucy hated to admit it yet again, but she was enjoying herself.

Lucy fought back against her own body as she could feel the need building inside of her, the need to reach that level of ecstasy she had felt with Ray or in her drunken stupor. She felt herself pushing back against Ted, hoping to force him deeper inside of herself. To reach…something. Ted panted as he continued thrusting into her and stroking her limp dick between his fingers. He could feel her twitching and moaning beneath him and knew what was about to happen next. Lucy arched her back and moaned loudly as her penis pulsed and shot cum all over the covers. Her legs weak from her unexpected orgasm, Ted pushed her flat against the bed. No longer concerned with holding back or her satisfaction he slammed his dick harder and harder into Lucy. Still sensitive from her orgasm his thrust sent shockwave after shockwave of orgasmic pleasure through her body until finally she felt him release inside of her and Ted collapsed on the bed beside her. Ted’s semen slowly dripping out of her.

A few minutes later, Lucy heard a horn honk and Ted zipping up his coveralls, “Well, baby. It’s been fun. Thanks for the ride.” Lucy didn’t respond. She didn’t want to think about what she had just done or how she had enjoyed it. Ted certainly didn’t care.

It wasn’t until half an hour later that Lucy woke up and got into the shower. She washed, taking extra care to clean out whatever Ted had left behind, and redressed in a short white skirt, with a wide black belt and a purple camisole top before going back into Val’s room to ensure she had left no evidence behind. She saw the stain on the cover left by her and Ted and smirked. ‘Serves her right.’ she thought for a moment, “Oh shit!” She quickly pulled the covers off of the bed, realizing it was evidence and could get her in way worse trouble.

After the day’s events Harlow had many questions swirling around his head. Questions he didn’t want to answer. He instead stood alone outside of a gas station payphone one night, well after the time everyone had gone to sleep, and dialed the phone. He thought he could take hiding out for a week until he got some cash together and run, that had been the original plan after all! But he couldn’t hold on to a dollar longer than it took to say Jimmy Choos! Running was risky, but it was a hell of a lot simpler than his last week had been. “Hello?” The familiar voice asked.

“Sammy?” Harlow cooed in his breathy voice, unaware of the smile spreading along his face.

“Who’s this?”

Harlow realized his mistake and coughed, “So-sorry about that.” He coughed continuously, “Frog in my throat.” He found it took actual effort to speak the same way he had only a month before. “Sam. It’s Harlow.”

“Harlow?” He sounded surprised but cheerful, “Man, I heard you were in a landfill somewhere.”

“...Close. Look I know this is sudden but I need a game.”

“Just go to a casino.”

“I can’t!” His voice cracked and he coughed again, “I can’t.” He repeated calmly, “Look it’s not just a game I need, I need a line of credit.” Sam started to say something but Harlow cut him off, “Not even that much. Fifty bucks and I can get you double in five minutes, you know me.”

“I do know you…Har…buddy I’d like to help you but you’re already in some serious debt.”

“That’s why I need the game. I hit a bad patch but I can…wait…how did you know about that?” Harlow’s stomach sank into his feet.

“Jefferson’s guys have been asking for you. They know your old haunts.”

“What did you tell them?”

“The truth. I hadn’t seen you in six months.”

“Good. Thanks man.” The line was silent, “What else did you tell them?”

“Nothing, the benefit of not knowing anything means I don’t have to lie to killers and they believe me. But…Harlow…buddy…they’re offering twenty-five grand for information.”

“...Sammy.” Harlow didn’t have the strength to force his voice to speak as he fought back the tears.

“It’s just business, you understand?”

“I thought…”

“We are. But think about it from my perspective. If someone else tells them you called me they’d bury me on a golf course. Th…this way at least I have money too.” The men fell into a silence, Harlow was too stunned to speak, while Sam didn’t have anything he could say other than, “Good luck, Har.” The line went dead. Leaving Harlow alone in the empty street.