They were in Xiang’s bedroom. They’d brushed their teeth.
Rylie had planned to refuse. But there wasn’t another bedroom in Xiang’s section of the estate and Xiang was quite adamant that companions always slept in the same bed with each other.
Xiang got her rules and rational firmly spoken into place before Rylie could issue protests. Rylie’s protests never got off the runway.
Get this: Xiang claimed the reason companions traditionally slept together was to “prevent indiscretions.” Prevent them!
That would work well as far as males trying to climb in through windows. But what if one of the companions was a dominant bitch and probably a lesbian? Not so well!
At least the bed was big. Huge, actually. And it looked extremely comfortable, covered in pale blue silk sheets, and with comforters that looked four inches thick. A dozen pillows and room for half a dozen people.
But one other person was one too many to Rylie.
Xiang had been so fucking mean to her and now they had to sleep in the same bed? This was all wrong.
But… this was happening.
Oh, fuck no! Xiang was taking off her clothes!
All her clothes.
Xiang looked up as she stepped out of her sweats and panties, the last to go, the shirt and socks having gone first. Not into a hamper. Just all over the floor.
Xiang observed the look on Rylie’s face, “Do not be a hypocrite, American slut. You are naked. Why not me also?”
Logical on the face of it, but Rylie could name a few reasons why not. Like, she did not want to sleep in the nude in the same bed as another nude young woman. Like, that Xiang was probably a lesbian. Like, that Xiang never asked her if it was okay. Wasn’t that sleepover etiquette 101? Ask first before going nude?
Xiang made it sound like Rylie was willingly nude and Xiang was simply joining her, also going willingly nude. But they both knew that wasn’t true! Rylie did not want to be nude, but was. She also did not want Xiang to be nude, but now she was also.
Just one more example of Rylie not getting what she wanted and Xiang getting what she wanted.
Rylie had to wonder exactly how much “want” Xiang felt. Did Xiang “want” her? Rylie hoped not! But Rylie also thought it was more likely than not.
She hoped Xiang accepted no for an answer with grace and dignity.
What were the odds of that? Xiang would probably throw a temper tantrum like a spoiled child. She was spoiled and she did act a lot like a child. Hello, room full of stuffed animals.
She also acted a lot not like a child. Hello, getting Rylie to hump Ouyi the stuffed animal orangutan.
Xiang presented her body, spreading her legs a little, jutting out a hip, and angling her small breasts towards the ceiling.
“Tattooed American slut, tell me, where should I get tattoos?”
Oh, shit! Xiang’s grandmother, Caihong, specifically did not want Xiang to get any tattoos. That was why Caihong insisted on Rylie getting tattoos before becoming a paid companion to Xiang. Rylie was supposed to serve as an example of what not to do.
“Oh, uh, Xiang, you have such a lovely body. You should not distract from your beauty with lowly tattoos.”
That sounded good! Would it do the trick?
“American slut, you also have a lovely body and your tattoo looks so sexy on your ass. Are you trying to keep all the sexy for yourself?”
“No. No! That isn’t it at all. There’s an unlimited supply of sexy. You don’t want a tattoo. They hurt.”
“Dumb American slut, of course I know they hurt. Always remember, it is you who are the idiot, not I. Xiang is upper crust of superior Chinese race. You are middle of road of inferior American melting pot full of mud.”
Okay, now Rylie was absolutely sure Xiang was racist!
It was so weird to feel racially persecuted. She was entirely white! As far as she knew. So, this was how it felt. Not good!
Xiang did make a fair point, though, about everyone knowing tattoos hurt.
“Xiang, tattoos hurt in other ways besides the needle pain. They hurt the way people look at you. Use me as an example. You thought less of me for having the X tattoo. You even spanked it!”
“Yes, X marked the spot. What else could Xiang do other than spank it? It is like a pirate treasure map on your ass, and your ass is the gold that must be spanked.”
Spanking gold? Rylie did not think Xiang’s analogy held up but she understood what Xiang was trying to say.
“You see what I mean, though. People see tattoos and make assumptions as to what they mean. In your case, you thought it gave you permission to spank me.”
“No, it made me want to spank you. I gave myself permission to spank you. I do not need a tattoo to permit me to do anything.”
So arrogant!
Rylie focused on the persuasion she needed to accomplish, “Xiang, people are complex and getting to know the real person in depth is important. Tattoos are superficial and simplistic. They cannot accurately convey the full person. Not even close. They’re like graffiti on skin.”
Xiang held up a finger, “The tattoos do not convey the full person. I much agree. However! They make the person more interesting and so it is more likely that others will get to know the full person. It is like advertising.”
Sort of. Xiang did make some decent points. Persuading her wasn’t going to be easy!
Rylie redirected, “The main thing, Xiang, is that tattoos show insecurity. A lack of self-esteem. I mean… look at me, right? I’m naked and you’ve spanked me more than once and we haven’t even had a full day together. Maybe none of that would have happened if I didn’t have this tattoo. I soooooo regret getting this tattoo. And, ah, the other one obviously.”
Finally, it seemed her words had an impact on Xiang.
Xiang looked worried, “You mean it is submissive women, sluts, who get tattoos? I had not thought that. You have a tattoo. You are a submissive slut. It may be the two are connected. I will avoid tattoos. For now. I will take time to think and study on this.”
Rylie felt a surge of triumph. She did it! She’d talked Xiang out of it!
She also felt another dose of humiliation. All that talk of Rylie being a submissive slut. She wasn’t! Not usually. She had been that afternoon and more than once during the afternoon. But that wasn’t the real Rylie!
Xiang waved to the bed, “Shall we go to bed together?”
That sounded so… so very….
Xiang insisted, “You first, American slut. Pull back cover, get in, arrange self. Then I will choose in what way to place myself.”
Uh….
That sounded a lot like….
Rylie did not even want to think it. But she better think about it! So, in what way should she arrange herself that made it least likely Xiang would sexually Tetris her? How could she arrange herself so that Xiang’s body in no way could fit against her own?
Shit. It wasn’t possible, was it?
She’d simply cross that sexual bridge when she came to it, maybe in just a few seconds, and tell Xiang no if she had to.
Thinking those distracting thoughts, Rylie pulled back the thick bright blue comforter.
She pulled back it and nearly yelped.
A heap of orange fur was in the middle of the bed.
Ouyi the stuffed animal orangutan!
Xiang laughed and laughed, soon laughing so hard she stooped over with her hands on her bare knees.
“Real funny,” Rylie said resentfully.
But the Xiang comedy wasn’t over.
“I thought you may like us to have threesome with Ouyi. He is a boy, so I am sure he would like it.”
Xiang better not be serious!
Luckily, she wasn’t.
Xiang got her laughter under control.
“Oh, really, Rylie. Maybe I call you that now. Really Rylie. You should see your face. So funny. You so often look like you think something is not really happening. So maybe all the time I remind you by calling you Really Rylie. You must believe in reality. Maybe Really Reality Rylie? How about that?”
“I don’t need a nickname!”
“Suit yourself. I will keep calling you American slut then. But that is not a nickname. That is your status.”
Rylie felt like she couldn’t win on this one. Both names were bad. But maybe one was less bad.
“Okay. Fine. Go ahead and call me Really Rylie.”
“We will see. I may switch back and forth as is called for by the situation or as my mood takes me. Have I told you I can be moody? I can be. Luckily, as my companion, you are there for me to take my mood out on as needed. Spanking a slutty American is always bound to cheer me up. Hey, maybe a bound American slut also bound to cheer me up! We will try sometime.”
Oh, fuck! Xiang was getting ideas!
Rylie looked down at Ouyi and felt like shrinking away from him, like he might be as toxic as his coloring.
Xiang grabbed his leg and tossed him onto a nearby ottoman, “I place Ouyi there so you could see your lover once again. I do not plan for us to have threesome with him tonight. I do have a plan for Ouyi tomorrow. You will see. Funny surprise.”
What was the plan? What the fuck was the plan? Xiang had better not be planning on Rylie humping Ouyi again!
And funny? Rylie doubted that. At least that it would be funny to her. Anything funny to Xiang would likely be at Rylie’s expense.
Xiang teased her, “I noticed Ouyi’s crotch fur all matted down. I think his crotch is still wet from certain slut riding him hard.”
Rylie put her face in neutral and avoided making a return comment.
Xiang waved a hand at the bed.
Feeling awkward, vulnerable, and exposed, Rylie climbed into the bed. She slid to the far side, all the way to the edge which was up against a wall and hoped like hell that Xiang took the hint.
Yeah, no.
Xiang grabbed her smartphone, got into bed, and slid right over until she was only inches short of Rylie. She pulled the comforter up over them, up to just below their breasts.
Xiang started the video showing Rylie humping Ouyi.
Rylie groaned.
“What? As I said before, we will watch it together in bed.”
Xiang had said that. Rylie hadn’t thought it would come true. She did not want to see herself like that.
“Put that away. I don’t want to see it. I don’t need to see it. I was there.”
Xiang laughed, “You were there? Yes, you sure were there. Why not watch? You look so sexy when you hump and I’m sure it is a fond memory for you.”
“No, it isn’t.”
“You think no, but it is a fond memory if you are not distracted by what should be and instead enjoy what actually was. You must watch. You will pick up things you can do better next time. Ways to stick up your ass to better rub your hard nipples on the stuffed animals.”
“There isn’t going to be a next time!”
Xiang giggled, “There are many stuffed animals in the stuffed animal room. They are all so lonely and were so jealous of Ouyi. And of the dolphin. Sluts do not care who they hump. So, I say you should hump them all.”
“No!”
“Don’t you want to be fair?”
“It’s unfair to me!”
Xiang shook her head, her bare shoulder bumping into Rylie’s bare arm repeatedly, “It is most fair. You get the orgasm. Everyone loves to orgasm but sluts most particularly so. You get what you need and stuffed animals get your sexy affection. I delight in seeing it. All good for everyone.”
Rylie did not want to talk about her orgasms. She decided not to respond to Xiang.
The video was playing. Rylie heard herself panting. She heard video Xiang urging her on and telling her what to do.
It was so embarrassing! Rylie hoped and prayed the video never got out. Now Fang also had it. Supposedly Fang wouldn’t show it to Aspen but who knew who she would share it with.
Xiang told her, “You must watch!”
There was a note of command in her voice. Rylie resented that. It was her choice not to watch… herself humping a stuffed animal.
“Really Rylie, you dumb American slut, you must watch or I will find someone else to watch it. Some other sexy American slut at this same estate, one with red hair.”
Fuck! Aspen knowing about this was Rylie’s Achilles heel. Her Aspen heel? Shit!
Rylie turned and forced herself to watch, “Okay, okay, I’m watching.”
Watch she did. It was surreal seeing herself like that doing that.
They watched it all the way through and Rylie was quite aware of Xiang turned halfway towards her, watching her, making sure she watched.
Rylie could not get away from watching.
Finally, it was over.
But then…!
Xiang said, “You missed first part so we will watch it all again, every minute, every second. If you look away, we will watch it a third time and so on.”
Damn her!
Rylie did not want to watch it again but she didn’t want to watch again and again all night either so she popped her eyes wide open, leaned forward, and made a show of watching.
Xiang laughed, “I see your round eyes even more round now!”
Rylie tried to watch without seeing, tried to unfocus her eyes like looking at one of those paintings that reveal new pictures when you do that, but it did not work. She could not help seeing… her display.
It was so twisted! She couldn’t believe she did that. Twice. A dolphin and then an orangutan. There were a lot more stuffed animals in that room. Maybe three or four hundred? Most of them were pretty big, like the bigger stuffed animal prizes at carnival games on the midway of fairs. Almost sized for twisted sex. Is that why Xiang got the larger stuffed animals? With that intent?
Probably not. Xiang probably just wanted the biggest and the best like most rich people. But it sounded like Xiang did now have the intent for have Rylie hump more stuffed animals!
Rylie felt quite strongly that she better keep it down to two stuffed animals. Two times. One day. It wasn’t that much. There were three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, right? The problem was her length of service as a companion to Xiang. She was only one day into the six months!
If Xiang got her to hump stuffed animals twice a day, every day, if this somehow kept up, then she’d have to hump… three hundred and sixty-five stuffed animals! Also known as “far too many.” One more would be too many. The first two were too many.
How many times did a woman have to hump a stuffed animal before she was one of those slutty stuffed animal humpers? Were there such women? Did they end up preferring stuffed animals over men?
Rylie watched the video starring herself. It was twisted. It was intensely humiliating recalling it.
She had to admit though, that it was sexy. There she was rubbing herself all over Ouyi. Her nipples sure looked hard. She remembered how her nipples felt, so hard and sensitive as they pushed around in Ouyi’s silky soft vomitous orange fur.
Rylie thought video Rylie looked sexy the way she seemed to put her heart, or her lust, into kissing Ouyi’s mouth, such as it was. It was sick. Something a sicko would do. But it was also sexy.
Rylie thought her ass looked especially sexy. First how it bulged a little and spread to fit as she humped downward on Ouyi’s crotch and then even more so when she leaned forward while she tongued Ouyi’s mouth and rubbed her breasts in his fur.
Rylie watched her ass tense repeatedly as she worked her pussy against Ouyi. Every intimate sexy detail was on full display with her knees spread around Ouyi and her torso tilted forward.
She really had a sexy ass!
Rylie, of course, already knew that she had a sexy ass, but it was a given. Now she truly saw her ass and appreciated it in action. It was really sexy!
She’d heard of sexiest ass contests. This was what they should make the contestants do to show off how sexy their ass was. Make them hump something!
This was how they should train for the contest. Surely a contestant who humped staffed animals twice a day for a few months would defeat a sexiest ass contestant who did not.
She hated to admit it, and hated it was true, but watching herself hump Ouyi was turning her on. It made her feel like humping him again. That was so naughty.
She felt Xiang shifting around on the bed at times but did not care as long as Xiang did not touch her. Xiang didn’t but Rylie was aware of Xiang often being quite close to her, peering at the Rylie and Ouyi show. She could feel heat radiating from Xiang. Between Xiang and the thick comforter, and maybe also because of the video, it was getting hot in the bed.
So… good thing she wasn’t wearing any clothing?
No! Bad thing!
Then she heard something. It wasn’t loud but it was constant. At first, she thought it came from Xiang’s smartphone. But no, that wasn’t it.
It was coming from Xiang. A humming. From under the comforter, about at waist level….
Was that….
Rylie ripped her eyes away from the show, leaned away from Xiang, and whipped the comforter down past their legs.
It was!
Xiang had a vibrator! A slim tube she was running up and down her dewy labia.
“Xiang! What are you doing!?!”
“What does it look like? Come on, American slut, do not tell me you do not know all about vibrators. You must use them so often.”
“I don’t! And if I did, I would not use one right next to someone else!”
“Why so shy? Today you humped Ouyi in front of me. What I do is nothing in comparison. It is not like I am the American slut.”
Rylie felt her heart lurch as she recalled the twins were not supposed to use vibrators or dildos. Their grandmother, Caihong Chiu, had made that abundantly clear. There was an extra hundred thousand dollars in it for Rylie at the end of the six months if she kept Xiang from using “self-pleasuring devices.”
Caihong wanted great-grandchildren and thought such devices motivated women to avoid men, to not be dependent on them, and, in the end, to be less likely to have children.
Rylie was supposed to make sure Xiang did not use them! Caihong said she’d ask Rylie and Aspen periodically and would know if they lied or told her the truth.
A hundred grand was riding on it!
Rylie had to do something! It didn’t count so far, not in her book. The vibrator was on the outside and Xiang certainly had not cum yet. So, it didn’t count, right?
“Xiang! Don’t do that!”
Xiang lifted the vibrator a fraction of an inch off her labia but rolled her eyes, “Why not? And do not waste my time that I should not do this next to you. It is my own bed and you are a slut who is doubtless used to far sluttier things than me pleasuring myself. As evidenced by earlier today. If not already used to such things, I am sure you will soon be quite familiar under my guidance.”
Was that some kind of threat?
Rylie hated Xiang assuming Rylie was a slut! Xiang got her to do those things and then blamed Rylie’s sluttiness for them. Xiang was to blame!
Though maybe Rylie was to blame for the way she reacted.
No time for resentment. She had a self-pleasuring to stop!
But how? Oh, she knew! Xiang did not want to be seen as a slut. No one did, not even sluts. That might be a way to get Xiang to put that vibrator away instead of into her pussy.
“It’s just that only lonely, desperate, uncool sluts use vibrators and dildos.”
Xiang looked shocked, “Uncool? Me!?!”
“It’s not too late. Just set it down. Hey, I’ll even throw it away for you.”
“Yes, of course.”
Hope and a sort of triumph surged in Rylie. She’d done it! An extra hundred thousand at the end of the six months was nothing to sneeze at.
Xiang held the vibrator towards Rylie. Rylie was so eager for the win that she reached out to take the vibrator, not caring about the wetness that gleamed on its tip.
Xiang jerked it back at the last moment, “Wait, American slut. How will I get my orgasm?”
Rylie opened and closed her mouth, feeling out to sea and looking like a fish out of water trying to gulp air.
“Well… I mean… you shouldn’t anyway. I mean, not in the same bed as me. As someone else.”
Xiang giggled wildly, “You dare suggest chastity? To one such as I? A member of the privileged? No, American slut. Chastity is for the poor and stupid. You call them nuns and priests. I am neither poor nor stupid and I am, as they say, horny as fuck all. I believe that is the American term.
“Put another way, you are daring to suggest that you got to have orgasms today yet I am to have none. I am all for unfairness but only when it is in my favor, not the favor of others, certainly not in the favor of an American slut paid to be my friendship companion.”
Well… Rylie had to admit she did see where the arrogant spoiled bitch was coming from. In her arrogant spoiled way, she had a good point.
Rylie told her, “I understand you, ah, have a need. The American way for you to take care of that is for you to go to the bathroom. Or, um, take a hot shower and, um, take care of that. In the shower.”
“Why would I desire to fulfill my desire in the American way? All Chinese ways are better than American ways. Why resort to inferior American methods? No, I will do this my way.”
Her way. Rylie had a feeling that did not bode well.
Rylie tried to adjust course on the fly, “I’ll go throw out that vibrator and I’ll make sure it takes me, say, twenty minutes, and you go ahead and take care of, you know, your ‘desire.’”
Xiang shook her head, “No. I feel so close to my new companion. Xiang always loves to share. Just like how Xiang shared video of Really Rylie with sister Fang. You must remain with me. My pleasure is proud. I have no reason for shame. You shared your pleasure today with me. And with smartphone video. And now with Fang. You are into sharing and so it shall be.”
Rylie said with waning hope, amazed that this was her last, best hope, “I guess… you want me to turn away, look at the wall, while you… um… pleasure yourself?”
Xiang laughed like she thought Rylie was stupid which Rylie knew by then Xiang somehow did think.
“You cannot turn away, American slut. I am sure you want to see with your slutty eyes! You must assist me.”
“Assist you!?! How!?!”
“Rich people like Chiu should not have to do any menial work themselves. Masturbation is unskilled work and therefore menial labor. Rich people have others to do that for them. You know, all the standard menial labor that inferiors perform for their betters. Cleaning, gardening, landscaping, and masturbation.”
Masturbation was menial labor!?! Xiang wanted Rylie to masturbate her!?!
Hell no! No fucking way!
“I am not doing that, Xiang!”
“Don’t you think my pussy is sexy?”
“I’m not a lesbian!”
“Who cares? Not me. You can be whatever I make you be. Besides, you do not need to be a lesbian to rub a pussy. You say you are not one and yet I am sure you have rubbed your pussy so very many times.”
“I’m not—”
“Really Rylie? Really? You have a purpose. You are my companion. You have new responsibilities, so I am patient with you. I am sure Grandmother Caihong told you that you must keep me happy and also told you that you will need to perform various work, like cleaning and such. Menial labor. So, you see, this is both at once. Menial labor that also keeps me happy. It could not be more within your job description.
“Let me be clear. You must assist me with the orgasm. If not, then I will show Fang and show Grandmother Caihong how you selfishly orgasm on dolphin and then on Ouyi the orangutan. Then, subsequent to those orgasms, you refused me an orgasm. So selfish! No wonder I have to let this companion go. Then Fang and I will need to share the other companion and, of course, I will need to show Flame Hair Freckle Face why her fellow American slut was kicked off the estate and why she must now take over Really Rylie’s duties with me.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
Rylie could not stand to let Aspen down.
Rylie did not want Aspen to see the video of her humping Ouyi.
Rylie did want the money. With the vibrator and other pleasuring devices situation looking cleared up, all she had to do was make it six months and she’d get two hundred thousand dollars. She could do a lot with that money.
Fuck.
Unbelievable but… she would do it.
