Growing into the Job, Post 547: A Wakening, p1

The first thing I felt was warmth - pillowy, steady, comforting. Then I realized: it was a breast.

Aubrey’s.

Aubrey’s left breast, the soft cushion that had kept my head cradled for god knows how long. Slowly, I stirred, a groan slipping past my lips as I rubbed my face against the gentle surface of her top. My eyelids fluttered, and the haze of sleep began to lift like a thick fog.

I think I’d been drooling. 

For a moment, my surroundings felt almost surreal. The softness of Aubrey’s body - bosom and lap - was the first thing I’d registered, and then her perfume. It was familiar and sweet, tickling my senses as I slowly began to hear their voices, soft and affectionate. They were murmuring above me and creating an hypnotic effect that nearly sent me back to sleep.

“Look…” “Is he waking up?” “Looks like it. He’s going to wake up to a room full of love.”

Girls groaning in chorus above me.

“We need to be gentle. He is ours for the night. Melissa has entrusted him with us.” Lakshmi. 

“Oh, we’ll take good care of him, for sure…” Randi’s tone; I could hear the sly grin. “We can be soooooo gentle.”

“I think we should give him a little time…he needs to adjust…” came Aubrey’s voice, echoed in a rumble from her chest. 

The dim light was the flickering of a television. I was somewhere - a living room? - on a huge, overstuffed chair, on Aubrey’s reclined hourglass of a body. It was only when I blinked my eyes open that I really realized how close they all were.

”Oh, there he is!”

The faces of the girls -  fully attentive on me, their smiles hugely sweet and eager - hovered above me.

Lakshmi. Randi. Josie. Shanette. And of course Aubrey, whose gentle hand was stroking my hair and cradling me to her chest. My mouth, nose and cheek were plastered against her big left breast.  

For a moment, I just stared, up at them all, confused. I was trying to remember what had happened. The restaurant…the men’s room...leaving with them, the parking garage. And then what? My mind seemed to skip over the details like a broken record. I remembered getting into the car, being helped by Aubrey…and Lakshmi…hands, kisses. But then, I must’ve fallen asleep. No, wait. Was there a shower?

Anyway now, as I blinked up at the girls, there was no mistake. Their attention was solely on me - eyes sparkling, faces full of the same expression, one I couldn’t quite decipher. I felt impossibly small beneath their gaze, immediately like I was some precious, delicate thing they had all been waiting to tend to. And they were, it struck me like a punch to the gut, so beautiful. So gorgeous. So lovely it nearly made me moan. Josie, the stunning girl-next door. Lakshmi, Randi, Shanette - each darkly, sensually exotic in their own way. And Aubrey, peering down on me proudly like a pretty young mother with her new infant on her chest. Their eyes all sparkled in the dim light with something that seemed both familiar and, somehow, not of this earth. 

“He is so adorable.” “Look at him on you, Aubrey. He’s so comfy.” “Somebody get him a tissue for that drool.”

“Welcome back, sleepyhead,” Aubrey’s voice was soft and honeyed, her fingers brushing through my hair as she spoke.

“Was it a nice nap?” Josie asked. She tilted her head, her lips curling into a smile that made my chest tighten.

I nodded, unsure of how to respond. I didn’t know whether to be grateful for all the attention or overwhelmed by it. I guess I was both.

“Good,” the chocolate-skinned Shanette whispered softly, reaching out to slowly stroke my cheek with the back of her tender fingers, “You slept for a good couple hours, munchkin.”

Hours? I’d been laying here on Aubrey for hours??

“We have been taking care of you,” said Lakshmi.

“Keeping you safe, Squirt,” followed Randi. 

“You must be hungry,” Shanette insisted. 

“We can feed you,” offered Josie. 

“Do you need to pee again?” asked Aubrey, with a strange lilt to her voice that suddenly cut through the coos and clucks of the others. It, in a weirdling rush, brought me all at once closer to full awareness and pieced together some fragments of the night. They began to drift into focus like pieces of a dream, the memories. And then there it was - the memory now an image, gripping me like a phantom, making my chest tighten and my stomach lurch.

I was with Aubrey in the men’s room…

…

It had been right before we left the restaurant. I’d said I’d needed to use the restroom - so much beer they’d fed me, straight from their mouths. And they certainly weren’t about to let me go alone. Aubrey had led me down the back hallway to the men's room, a gentle hand of hers on my arm, her touch comforting yet unsettling. What did she plan on doing? Wait for me outside the bathroom door?  No…there was no mistaking her intent. The way her fingers curled around my wrist, pulling me along with a quiet possessiveness, I knew she had other plans. 

She locked the door behind us, a soft click that echoed louder than it should have in the cramped restroom. We were alone. The walls felt closer all of a sudden, as though they were closing in. The dim fluorescent lighting cast sharp shadows on everything, making everything feel raw and intimate.

Aubrey stood beside me at the urinal. She’d released her hair from its loose bun and it now hung in surprisingly long, straight waves down her left shoulder. Her gaze flickered from me to the door, checking the lock again, and then back to me, her lips in the slightest of pouts.

“You can go ahead,” she said softly, as if giving me permission. 

”Wait what?” I stammered, “W-with you here?”

“Yes,” she answered, plainly. There was something in her tone, though, something more than just tolerance. It was almost a command.

My heart raced, the heat of embarrassment flooding my face as I hesitated. Was she seriously expecting me to...do this in front of her? But there was something about the way she looked at me, her expression casual yet entirely aware of her control. It didn’t matter that I was a man in a men’s room. She was a woman, and I was utterly powerless even here.

I tried to adjust the fly of my joggers, but the tightness in my pants and the overwhelming rush of sensations made it difficult. I could feel her eyes on me, and that only made things worse, made me harder. My breath quickened, and the real pressure in my body wasn’t from needing to pee - it was something else entirely.

Before I could try to fumble my fly open, Aubrey - crouched down beside me - reached for the waistband of my pants. The sudden proximity, the way she suddenly took control of the situation - it made my pulse spike.

“I see you’re having some trouble,” she said with a tone full of forbearance, her breath warm against my ear as she gently tugged the elastic waistband. Her fingers brushed against the sensitive skin of my abdomen, sending jolts of electricity through me.

She smiled, her voice soft but full of a knowing amusement as she pulled the elastic away from my lower belly. “Seems like you’re a little...excited, Doctor.”

I could feel my face flushing deeper, my heart pounding as she lowered my pants down over my rock-hard erection, which suddenly leaped up to bob in the air between myself and the urinal. I was embarrassed - mortified - and yet, there was something in her gaze, something in the way it held me and how it sparkled with a familiar green and gold that made it impossible to look away. I’d seen these eyes before…countless times.

“I - I can’t...” I stammered, fumbling to find the words. My whole body felt stiff with shame, the pressure of arousal making everything harder than it should be. “I can’t pee like, uh…this.”

Aubrey’s pout fought against widening to a smirk, and she tilted her head with a hint of pity. “Oh, you poor thing,” she murmured, her fingers still holding my pants down. It was with utter fascination and a shimmer of gold from her eyes that she looked at my stiff rod, which stood nearly up to my ribcage, pulsing with thick veins and taut skin. She reached one hand down, close to me. “So... what can I do to help, hmm?”

Her question hung in the air for a moment, and despite the absolute absurdity of it all, my body reacted instinctively. The confusion, the humiliation, and the strange mix of arousal put me completely at her mercy. The idea that she would do this made my stomach churn with something dark and exciting, and so I flexed my hips, thrusting into the air, towards her hand. With her preternatural empathy she read my body language, took hold of me, and gave me a firm, gentle pump. 

My legs nearly gave way beneath me. 

“oh…god…” I moaned, as her other hand came behind me, supporting me under my butt, to make sure I didn’t collapse. 

She began to stroke me. 

“There you go,” Aubrey purred, as immediately my hips found her rhythm and before I knew it she was jerking me off standing at the urinal, “Let me do this for you.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, wasn’t sure how to explain the chaos in my mind, but I knew that somehow Aubrey already knew everything. With her hand on my cock, skin-to-skin, her ability to read me was absolute. 

Her hand slid up and down my shaft, dutifully working me as she watched my face. I closed my eyes, grunting, and tilted my head back. Stroke, stroke, stroke, her soft hand felt so good. But I couldn’t keep my eyes closed and in a surrender to instinct I opened them and glanced down at her chest. I flushed, ashamed - but couldn’t look away. I even heard myself whine. She was so large. 

“Shh it’s okay, don’t be embarrassed,” she told me, still masturbating me, “they swell up when I know you need me…”

She pulled her shoulders back, the twin swells of her breasts jutting out towards me. 

“…and I know you need me now. So go ahead, look at them. I don't mind.”

That did it. I groaned again, and felt the wave of orgasm hit me. I thrust my hips into her hand, goggling now unabashedly at her giant chest, and felt myself explode. She pumped me, perfectly in tune with my climax, and the ropes of come burst forth to splash into the cold, slick porcelain depths. Her other hand gripped me more tightly from behind to keep me standing, and with pump after pump after pump she helped me empty, helped me ejaculate, helped me climax onto the waiting white wall of the washroom’s urinal. 

“That’s it, that’s right sweetie,” she intoned, enraptured by the spectacle, watching my thick manhood spit forth its prolific streams of semen seed under the direction of her elegant hand, “let it all out. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

I grunted, I grunted and stared, having peeled my eyes off her tits to watch her jerk me off. I watched her hand confidently work me through my entire orgasm, milking me, draining me, firm but gentle, and when my pulses began to fade, when I moaned again and my eyes fluttered closed, she purred her approvals. 

“Good job, good job,” she said, still holding me, tenderly cradling my now spent member in her palm, wrapped in her fingers. 

My breathing came heavy, hitched, each exhale accompanied by a low whine. She was not letting go, she held me fast, and if anything her hand behind me brought me in even closer. My pearly come had coated the inside wall of the urinal and was now sliding down towards the drain. 

I looked away, feeling my cheeks flush and the urge of my bladder return. Orgasm had brought a temporary respite, and I needed to wait for the muscles of my pelvic floor to relax, but I realized what was next, what her hand now intended. There was no escape, no choice but to comply. I stumbled a bit on my feet, and she gathered me from behind in kind, but I resigned myself. Feeling the heavy weight of her gaze on me, I felt myself letting my control go. Every part of me burned with humiliation, my mind screaming to stop, but something darker in me - something I couldn’t explain - felt strangely electrified. She was so close, her presence so overwhelming, a soft hum radiating from her so intensely that it made my breath hitch.

“Good boy,” she whispered, “let yourself go.”

The words sank deep into my gut - just a murmur, but it made my stomach flip and immediately I felt it release. The sound of my stream hitting the porcelain suddenly drowned out everything else, and my knees nearly buckled again as the new sense of relief overtook me. 

“That’s right, sweetie, let me hold it, let me help you pee.” Her voice was both a strange, affectionate command and an adoration that twisted in the pit of my stomach. My hands were clammy as I fumbled for balance, trying to keep myself together in the midst of the bizarre intimacy. I peed. She watched. She held me. 

And just like that, I was finished. Aubrey, ever so delicate, helped me shake off. Her eyes met mine, and the smile she gave me - so soft, so satisfied - felt right. She could have laughed, she could have teased, but she didn’t. It was as if it was all meant to be.

Confident I could now stand on my own, she released me from behind and reached forward, tucking me back in, a casual gesture. Her fingers brushed against my belly, and my breath caught in my throat again. With a glint in her eye, noticing that - sweet jesus what’s wrong with me?!? - my tumescence had started to return, she adjusted the waistband of my pants before I could even think to pull them up myself. The contrast of her gentle touch against the rawness of my situation - was I actually getting hard for her again? - left me dizzy.

“Do you need me again?” she asked, with the innocence of a schoolgirl. 

“N-no…” I managed, with just enough post-nut wits about me to resist, “W-we should get back…”

When I’d next stumbled out of the restroom, a strange, burning heat still simmered in my chest, a mix of humiliation and something else I couldn’t quite name. As I tried to gather my bearings, I could see it now, in her face, in her eyes: she had gotten what she wanted, but the night was just beginning…

…

…

Holy shit. What had Aubrey just done?

I blinked up at her, still in the haze of sleep, face still at her breast, wondering first if I had somehow drifted back into a dream.Then my pulse quickened as I suddenly became acutely aware of how closely they were all watching me.

“You still with us, Squirt?” came Randi’s smoky purr, breaking the silence.

I blinked again, this time slower, as the haze of memory slowly receded. The restroom, the moment with Aubrey - it had been so real, like I felt the tile beneath my shoes and the heat of embarrassment still burning on my face. But now I was back. Here. On Aubrey’s chest. The room glowed softly with the blue flicker of the TV, and the other girls’ silhouettes hovered close around me, each distinct and watching.

“Hey…what was that?” That was Josie’s voice, light and careful, ”Was that a daydream?” Her eyes sparkled like she already knew the answer.

“Y-yeah,” I said, my voice dry. “I think so.”

A daydream, compliments of Aubrey. Her powers. She’d made me remember, vividly. 

“You okay?” asked Lakshmi.

“y-yeah…I’m fine.” 

They didn’t look convinced, and when I tried to sit up - with instinct more than intent - gentle hands came down. Not rough or forceful, just present, soft, weighty. Several of them, keeping me down with care.

“Don’t move too fast, pudding,” said Shanette softly, her voice thick like honey. “You’ve been out a long time. Let yourself adjust.”

“We’ve got you,” Josie added, brushing a wrinkle from the thin blanket draped over me. “You’re safe here.”

“And now,” Lakshmi’s tone was lower, reverent, “you are awake. We have been waiting for this.”

“Waiting to finally have you here, all to ourselves,” Shanette said, her voice wrapping around me, “Just us. Just you.” She leaned closer, her eyes deep and steady, lips painted full, curving slightly. As her face, then her mouth filled my vision, I could hear Aubrey again, behind me, her tone gentle - almost like a song, humming low at first, urging me back into another memory. “Remember this?” Shanette asked as a warmth bloomed behind my eyes and her lips puckered…

…

I remembered the echo first - the dull, cavernous hum of a mostly empty parking garage. Overhead, the lights had buzzed softly, casting long shadows across the polished concrete. My steps were heavy, unsure. Every muscle in my body felt like it had surrendered. We had left the restaurant, left the Vendare Center, and were now in its garage walking towards Josie’s car. I’d been made to orgasm not ten minutes ago - Aubrey in the men’s room - and I needed to rest. 

They were all around me. A circle of warmth and perfume and murmurs and presence. Randi on one side, Josie on the other. Aubrey close - always close. Lakshmi led the way, her stride steady and protective, her hips with an extra roll for my benefit. And Shanette I could feel just behind me. The girls’ affections, now that we were away from the crowds, felt like a tide slowly rising. It carried me with it, and I was exhausted.

“Oh my goodness the poor thing is so tired,” came Shanette from behind me, “He can…nnngh, okay...barely walk.”

“Calm your ovaries, Shanette, we’re almost there,” quipped Randi. 

“You sure were on the right level?”

Every time I stumbled, though, someone caught me: Josie’s hand at my elbow. Aubrey’s on my shoulder or at my side. Randi’s teasing whisper, “Come on, Squirt, don’t crash on us now.”

I tried to stand straighter, tried to keep walking on my own, but I was fading fast. My knees buckled slightly on the incline of a ramp, and before I could react - 

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind.

“I’ve got you,” came the low, rich voice near my ear. Shanette.

In one seamless, impossible motion, she lifted me. My feet left the ground and my body folded against hers - cradled, completely supported, as though I weighed nothing at all. Her arms crossed beneath me with impossible grace, holding me securely across her bosomy chest like some precious thing. I didn’t protest. I couldn’t.

My head rested against her shoulder, and I could feel her breath - slow, steady, but getting shallower. Her body was warm and firm beneath me, and I could feel, acutely, how she was holding me. Tightly. Like she didn’t want to let go.

I looked up at her. Her eyes, looking down on me, weren’t just focused - they were fixed. Her lips were parted slightly. Her nostrils flared like she’d caught a scent. The muscles in her jaw shifted..

“Oh, wow, Shanette,” Josie said, half-laughing, “Look at you.”

“You are glowing,” said Lakshmi.

“He looks so perfect in her arms,” said Aubrey.

“Yeah huh?” Randi smirked. “You two make a cute couple.”

I felt Shanette’s grip tighten as the girls spoke, every word fueling whatever it was swelling inside her. Her expression was shifting - whatever softness that had been in her fading into something almost fierce. Something urgent. Her body was practically humming under me. I could feel it through her chest, through her arms, through her breath.

She stopped walking.

I blinked. The other girls stopped. They turned.

“Shanette?” asked Lakshmi, “What are you-?”

Shanette’s huge, dark gemstone eyes were on mine. They were deep, they were intent, they were brimming with something I didn’t quite understand - but it wasn’t playful, or even teasing. It was hungry. No, it was ravenous, deeper than affection, something reverent and powerful. And they sparkled with a strangely familiar golden-green that stirred me to th-

It had happened so fast.

One moment I was in Shanette’s arms, cradled like a child in the crook of her strength, and the next, I was pressed - <ooof!> - against the cool concrete wall of the dark parking garage, held to it by her hands on my sides.  I felt the air rush from my lungs as my back made contact, first from the impact - and then from awe. From how easily, how confidently, she thrust me there, as if I weighed nothing. My feet weren’t even close to touching the ground, hovering two feet above it.

“Omigod Shanette!” Josie laughed.

“Josie, language,” scolded Lakshmi.

Shanette stared me deep in the eyes, her gaze smoldering, the golden flecks in it sparkling anew. Then her lips were on mine.

The first assault of her mouth onto mine was molten - soft, full and impossibly warm. It immediately stole my breath and replaced it with hers. My entire world compressed into that moment, that kiss, her presence blotting out everything else like sunlight swallowing shadow. I tasted her - vanilla, coconut, lip gloss and rum. The kiss was intoxicating, and I felt myself melt into it - into her.

“Shanette!!!” another girl laughed.

My hands found her shoulders instinctively, gripping the smooth firmness there, seeking purchase from need and urgency. I tasted something I knew in her that made me crumble, and the moment I returned her kiss, she seemed to shudder with joy, a low hum vibrating through her chest and into mine. Her hands around my ribcage tightened just enough for me to feel the full power of her, her strength. I was wanted, I was held. 

Our tongues danced and I swear I felt her pour something into me through that kiss - something hot and glowing and vast. Shanette’s affection didn’t just double when I kissed her back, it exploded. It folded over and over itself like waves of emotion, each one bigger than the last, until it threatened to drown me in itself.

The world tilted. Maybe that was her, maybe it was me, but I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want her to stop. Because, I knew in that moment, it was Melissa that was moving into me, with Shanette’s kiss, with her breath, with the tongue that she shoved into my mouth. And when she finally broke the kiss, with a gasp and a groan herself and looked me deep it was with eyes that now were fully gold and green. Eyes I knew…

“Holy shit,” I gasped.

“Holy shit…” Randi laughed.

“M-Melissa?” Aubrey stammered. 

“Holy shit is right,” Shanette groaned, overcome by what was happening and then - in one sudden motion - she pushed me upwards, extending her arms so that my back slid up the concrete wall and I was now looking down at her from above. She repurchased her hands lower, at my waist, and slid me even higher. Her face - though its gaze never left mine - was now at the level of my-

“Pull down his pants,” she growled, and in a flash Lakshmi and Josie had my waistband in hand and-

<yank!>

- had them yanked down to my knees. My cock, already stiff and bobbing between me and her was immediately -

<GLOMP!>

- glomped and swallowed into her mouth, slurped down into her throat. My breath caught. She was so close I could feel her breasts and heartbeat pound against my thighs -

<MMmph!!>

- I collapsed with an mmph, bending at the hip and wrapping my arms around her head. I buried my face in her thick, dark mane, soft and fragrant of sweet coconut and held on for dear life as I thrust into her throat though with her hands on my hips she was in total control and with her great strength holding my meager hips she pulled me in and out in and in and out and-

<NNNGH!!> 

- I was coming oh god I was coming. I had groaned and I grasped around her and the girls around me were watching their friend Shanette mouth-r@ pe me against the concrete wall of the parking garage and they were moaning and looking for security cameras and filming this themselves and-

Everything blurred. The memory frayed at the edges, collapsing into light and warmth and pressure - until it was gone…

…

…

Shanette was the first to speak, in a gentle, knowing laugh. “Remember that, sugar?” she purred, planting a big soft kiss on my face, covering my nose and eye. I blinked as she backed away, my gaze shifting between them all, realizing just how close they were, how they were watching my every move and expression, and how it was becoming more difficult to tell where my own thoughts ended and theirs began.

What was Aubrey doing to me??

“Did you like that, Squirt?” came Randi, “Remembering what Shanette here did to you in the garage? If you want to see it again, I have it on my phone…”

“Or I can do it some more,” Aubrey offered softly, petting my head, which still lay on her big left boob. 

Aside from the crippling terror of knowing that my mind was at the mercy of these overgrown jiggle bunnies, I couldn’t help but feel a strange combination of warmth and something else. Something softly suffocating, a feeling that I was a prized possession they were all sharing. 

“The car ride, Aubrey,” Josie offered next, “make him remember the car ride”

And suddenly, the quiet room - charged with energy, with all those eyes on me all that attention, faded away….

…

…

Josie was speaking in Melissa’s voice.

“Aubrey likes how you’ve been looking at her all day…”

Lakshmi: “Josie. What are you doing?”

We were driving home. I think I had passed out against the wall, crumpled around Shanette after she had taken me in the parking garage. But now I was awake, strapped into the backseat of Josie’s SUV with Lakshmi in the passenger seat in front of me and Josie at the wheel.

“Why don’t you look at her now?” Josie - unmistakably in Melissa’s voice - urged. 

Aubrey, for her part, sat in the backseat with me. She was drunk, I saw that now, on both cocktails and the heady events of the night. She was on her haunches, arms wrapped around the headrest of Josie’s seat, and she was looking at me with a gaze of longing and anticipation...

“That's right. we want you to do it again,” came Melissa’s voice, channeled through Josie, “Look at Aubrey, wrap your hand around your cock, and pump.”

"I c-can't do that...I shouldn’t…have to stop….."

I was, god help me, already pulling my pants down. 

“What's the harm? Nobody will ever know. It's not your fault you have such an active sex drive. So virile. So filled with power: It's filled you to bursting! Let it out, and let us take care of it for you.” Josie watched me in the rearview. “That's it, just like that.”

Lakshmi: “Josie, how are you…?”

Eyes screwing up in shame, I slipped my hand under my waistband and took out my horrid erection, nine-plus inches in my shrunken hand. It dwarfed me. I looked back at Aubrey and god help me my eyes went right to her breasts. They were so big, her waist so small. She was bouncing now on her seat watching my every move and letting me start to stroke myself as I ogled her and-

“There you go, Jay. Just. Like. That. Keep going. You know, baby, it's funny. Someone with such powerful sexual energy should be strong, in control. But for some reason, with you, it's different, isn't it?”

I wordlessly whimpered, my hand continuing apace as - her eyes locked on me, my eyes locked on the curves of her incredible silhouette - Aubrey jiggled, and Lakshmi stared wide-eyed.

Lakshmi: “Say it, Doctor.”

“Yeah, Daddy, tell us what you are.” It was Josie’s words, it was Melissa’s voice.

Lakshmi: “Say it.”

“I’m so weak,” I moaned, flagellating my cock so hard and fast now that I immediately felt my climax coming, as I gaped helplessly at the impossibility of Aubrey’s torso, "I'm so small and weak!"

Whimpering, gape-mouthed excitement from Aubrey as she watched me jerking off to her, blast a load onto the seat in front of me…

…

…

“I felt that one when I was pulling onto the parkway,” Randi jeered. 

“Yeah I almost crashed, too,” followed Shanette, “when I felt that one happen.”

“I guess we shouldn’t Bliss-and-drive, huh?” finished Randi, smiling that wide, carnivore’s smile down at me, studying me, analyzing me and considering what I really was, what I meant to Melissa and the Hive of these girls, “But I’m not complaining…”

“We all had our Bliss, didn’t we?” Aubrey purred, stroking my head again as it lay on her chest, “How many times today?”

“A lot of times,” answered Lakshmi, not missing a beat, “and I almost burst out of my jeans. Thanks again for these shorts, Randi.”

That’s when I noticed it. I wasn’t in the clothes I wore earlier, the gray polo and jogger pants anymore. I looked down, pulled up at the blanket that covered me, confused.

New boxer briefs, and no shirt. “We changed you earlier,” Aubrey said gently, her eyes watching mine, “You were…really out.”

“We just wanted you to be comfortable,” Lakshmi added, tugging the edge of the blanket up over me again,  “So we changed you into this after your shower.”

“Sh-sh-shower?”

wait…did we all shower together..?

…

…Oh my god we did.

…

Wet bodies all around me. Randi and Lakshmi, they smelled like Melissa. They felt and tasted like Melissa. And when once again I found myself held and pinned up against a wall, this time wet and tiled, they took me in their mouths and made me come like Melissa. 

I’d passed out again, under the shower’s spray. 

…

“How are you doing this Aubrey?”

“I don’t know, really, I’m so much stronger,” she replied, as I began to come back from my reverie, “when he’s skin-to-skin with me…”

“We’ve been waiting for you to come around,” Shanette cooed, gently petting my face and letting me look down her top as my eyes focused again, “We’ve got you clean, you’ve had a nap. Now we can all finally relax...together.”

“We are going to have such a nice night,” said Lakshmi.

They spoke softly, surrounding me physically, torsos draping over the armrests, perching on the chair aside us, caging me in with affection.

The air in the room felt thick with expectation. I wasn’t sure if I should push back or just surrender to whatever strange care they were offering. I wasn’t even sure where this was heading, but I already knew: it was heading to a place I didn’t fully understand, and from which - if I let myself go there - I would never be able to pull myself out...

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