Chapter #16Time-Out with Barbara by: Nostrum   You wake up to the sound of a very chirpy Cassie. “Wakey-wakey, Dickie! Someone else wants to play with you!”
Someone else? You shake your head, winking fast in hopes that helps you recover from the blur.
“Cassie, could you stop acting so childish? You're a grown woman now.”
“Ashley?” You can only see what seems like two shadows at the distance, but the voice is unmistakable.
“Sorry, kiddo.” (Or maybe not.) “Wrong sister.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. We're actually three sisters. Ashley's the oldest, I'm the youngest, but you never met Barbie.”
A few more winks finally let you see that the other woman is distinct enough from Ashley to pin her as a sister, sharing the same blonde hue. Cassie, to your surprise, is fully dressed. “Dickie, this is Barbie, the middle sister. Barbie, this is Dickie. Don't rough him up – he's still sore we're keeping him here.”
“I'll try not to,” the other woman – Barbie – says in a very cold and professional tone, almost like her mother.
“Dickie, make sure you treat her nicely! She's not used to sleeping with guys like Mom and I, so don't ruin it for her. Anyways, I'll leave you two to get comfortable – well, Barbie, at least. See you later!”
As she leaves, your vision finally clears, and you can see Barbie at her fullest. Of all three, she's the one that resembles her mother the most; though she lacks the older woman's bombastic breasts, she's blessed with some great hips and a thin figure. She also prefers business attire, though a more casual one, with a sleeveless blouse over her blazer and pants instead of a skirt.
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “People say you can't choose your siblings, but this is ridiculous.”
“Don't blame her,” you say, surprised you leapt at her defense. “She just likes to have fun.”
“She'll have to learn that it’s not always about sex. She needs to learn some responsibilities.”
“And what about you?” You look at her, seeing her incredible resemblance to her older sister. “I mean, you're here, after all.”
“I told Cassie I wanted to meet you, but I'm not interested in humping.” She sits beside you, shrugging. “Not my type.”
“And what's your type?”
She snorts. “Women, of course.”
“Right,” you berate yourself. “I forgot you're a guy.”
“I'm not as anal as Cassie or Mom are, but technically speaking, I only got girl parts now.”
“So you consider yourself a woman?”
“Trying to pass as one,” she reveals. “Somewhat successfully, I might add.”
“But you don't like guys.”
She takes a deep breath, grunting. “Well... Maybe my boss, but that's more business than pleasure. Gotta keep him happy if he's to look the other way, after all.”
“Look the other way?”
“Paying no attention to my side hustle.” Your baffled silence tells her everything she needs to know. “Right, we barely know each other. I'd extend my hand, but you're currently wrapped up--”
“Ha, ha.”
She grabs your hand, however, and helps you sit. “--so I'll do this instead. The name's Barbara, by the way, but Cassandra loves calling everyone childish names.”
“Yeah, sounds like it.”
“So... I take your name's Richard?”
“No, but Cassie doesn't care. The name's David, by the way.”
“Cool. Charmed.” Compared to Cassie, you can’t comprehend Barbara's indifference. “Wanted to see the guy who's gotten Mom and Cassie's pussies fired up.” She looks at you, then snorts. “Certainly not the size.”
“Is yours bigger?”
“Maybe, but I'm not allowed to take it off. Not that I mind missing it – having a pussy's on a whole 'nother level.” She takes a cigarette from her cleavage, alongside a lighter. “You don't mind if I smoke? I get jittery when I don’t.”
“It's your house.”
“It's Mom's house. But don't worry – I won't burn you or anything.”
“You're saying it 'cos of the smoke, right?”
It's pointless to fight it, as she already lit up the cigarette – you realize it was a formality. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“I don't like the smell.”
“Get used to it.” She's considerate enough to smoke aside, though the scent still overpowers you. “I'll take a few whiffs, though – nothing to torture you or anything.”
“I'd say 'thanks', but I'll be sent to sleep later on anyways. It's most of what I do now – wake up, get fucked by someone, go to sleep.”
“That sounds like you hit the jackpot,” she claims, grinning. “But yeah – being tied up ruins it.” She takes another huff and puff, tapping the ash aside. “Anything else I should know?”
“I could ask the same about you. I mean – what can I say?”
“How did you get tangled in this mess, for one. All I know is that Mom says she's got the cutest – her words, not mine – boy tied up in one of the rooms, and when I ask why, Cassie says you fucked up, then got fucked by her. So, what happened?”
“Well, I tried to help my mom realize my dad was cheating on her, but Cassie found out.”
“Really?” She takes one third huff, and as she promised, she douses the cigarette. “About time my little sister's good for something. What happened?”
“She met Dad, put him on, and called me. I realized too late it wasn't him, and when I woke up, I was here.”
“And your dad?”
“He's my mom now.”
Barbara snerks. “Well, that's a twist.”
“Apparently it's part of your mom's deal with my dad. Dad becomes Mom, does something for her, but I stay here as her leverage.”
“Ooh...” You see her wince, her eyes pitying you. “You two are fucked.”
“Why?”
“You know Mom controls most of the criminal underworld in this place, right?”
“Yeah. Dad told me.”
“Not all of it, of course. I handle the drug business – all the deals, plus sell my own semi-legally. Judging by how Mom operates, she probably wants something with your dad. What's he good at?”
“Uh... Accounting.”
“And your mom?”
“She's a housewife.”
“I see...” Barbara wipes her mouth, humming. “That means Mom wants him as her personal accountant. Probably double ledger work or something. Money laundering.”
“What do you mean?”
“It means your new mom’s gonna tidy up the numbers on my mom's businesses. Why do you think she made that deal? Mom's a businesswoman – if she sees something in you that can generate her money, she will.” Barbara looks at you deep in the eye. “You have siblings?”
“Uh... Yeah.”
“I suppose they either go to school, go to college, work or moved out. That means your dad has some time inside your mom to magic up her numbers while your siblings are out. He can't refuse, because you're here as Mom’s leverage over him. He does it well, Mom protects him. He fucks up, and well...”
“Well?”
“Let's just say your dad might've signed a contract he won't be able to refuse.”
Though grim, you’re thankful that Barbara's so direct about your father's predicament. While he's not a certified public accountant, money laundering could land him years in prison. Your dad probably thought this was a good deal, but he got the short end of the stick.
There's something you don’t get, though. “Why have him stay as Mom, though.”
“Because my mother's got a twisted sense of justice. You said she was gonna abandon him, no?”
“Pretty much. She, uh... was gonna replace Ashley, by the way.”
“Gutsy woman. The way I see it, it's two-fold. One, it gives him an excuse to do his job – he'll have a replacement at work, so he'll have to fake being your mom--”
“A replacement? I heard him telling me something about it, but--”
“Even I don't know how she does it, but Mom can make clones out of people. It's eerie.” She stands up, leaning on the nearby vanity. “Your dad's gonna be replaced by one of those – and judging by how we haven't heard anything, maybe you got replaced as well.”
“How?”
“Like I said – I dunno. So, your dad does Mom's numbers while posing as your mom. Mom checks his job. If he does well, she'll try to lure him with money, or a better life. By the time she's finished with your dad, he's gonna work for her out of gratitude.”
“And me?”
She looks at you, shrugging. “Cassie said she had sex with you, right?”
“Yeah. Cassie too.”
“That means you're gonna be her personal slut. My best advice? Start enjoying the sex, and try to be ambitious. Mom loves that.”
“So she's not gonna kill me?”
“Why would she? S'not like you did anything to her.”
“I, uh...” You gulp and grimace. “I killed one of your friends. Uh, Trevor.”
“Oh.” She looks at you with pity. “Yeah, that might make things difficult. Then again, she only agreed to help him 'cos her own daughter fucked him good. Like, ruined his life. He was a teacher, you know.”
“A teacher?”
“In her school. Teacher's assistant, actually. Don’t know much about it, but they went to court, and Ashley won. Lost his job, his liberty... Totally ruined.” She looks at you, studying you. “You're safe. If she was angry, Mom would've killed you instead.”
“Not like she hasn't thought about it.”
“She won't.” Once again, Barbara's bluntness is refreshing. “Trevor was getting lazy. Mom was getting angry. I'll try to get more info about it, but I think she gave up on him. You're her new toy now.”
“In fact,” she says as she moves towards the door, “I'll try to figure it out for you.”
“So... you don't hate me or anything?”
“I barely know you, kid. My best advice for you is – you've got a rare opportunity. Don't fuck it up.”
“Thanks for the advice. And, uh... for being honest with me.”
“Yeah, no need to worry. You’re cool with me so far. I'll leave you to entertain my sister.”
As you hear Barbara calling for her sister, you close your eyes. Your father's in bigger trouble than he thought. You might not be able to escape your fate that easily.
Maybe Cassie was right. Maybe Barbara too. You'll have to wait and see the cards you've been dealt with. You have the following choice: 1. Continue |
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