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After hopping off the table, Bettie and I went to the restroom to wash up and peck each other in a stall. I ran my fingers through her hair.
“Are you having fun?” I asked.
She nodded.
“It’s always fun with you. Let’s go while the night is still young,” she said.
I smiled and took her hand, pulling her out into the mess of bodies still dancing vigorously on the dance floor. We located Courtney at the bar and she led us out into the dark night, our hearts beating wildly for the trouble we were about to get into. I wasn’t sure what was to come, but I was beyond excited. We hopped in the car and she drove us away from the club, heading fast towards the next party.
And to Stanley.
Chapter Six
It was late in the afternoon and Norman was in our room unpacking. Courtney had made an early dinner of fajitas and I couldn’t get my stomach to stop growling from the smell. The other night was still weighing on my mind, hoping that perhaps none of them were aware of the incident with Stanley. During the party, we had slipped away to the bathroom and I had gone down on him, savoring the sweet taste of his succulent member as he shuddered in the shower.
I stared at Norman’s paperwork sitting on the counter. Instinctively, I moved them to the office and met him in the living room where he kissed my lips lovingly.
“How’s my little darling doing?” he asked.
“I’m good,” I replied with a smile.
“Did you girls have fun?” he asked.
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“Yes, we did. We went to a club with Courtney,” I responded.
He frowned.
“What club?” he asked sternly.
A stone sank in my stomach. Was I not supposed to say that? Courtney hadn’t said whether we should keep it a secret, and it wasn’t like me to keep too many secrets anyway. This was Norman. I told him practically everything except for the encounter with Stanley, which I was sure would receive punishment anyway. He took my hand hard and pulled me into the kitchen.
“What’s this about a club, Courtney?” Norman asked firmly.
Courtney turned off the stove and stood in the middle of the kitchen.
“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.
Bettie was sitting at the counter with a worried look on her face, her hand frozen in the air with a magazine page between her fingers. I could tell she was afraid to move.
“You didn’t ask to go to a club,” he informed her. “And I don’t appreciate that you didn’t even mention it.”
“It was just a local club. We were having fun,” she insisted. “It’s not a big deal, Norman. We played with each other like good little girls.”
She shrugged as if this happened all the time. I didn’t want to look at Norman. I could feel how hot his face was from anger, from the fact that we failed to inform him of something that was apparently pertinent.
“You should have asked first,” he growled. “Bend over.”
Courtney stood defiantly in the center of the kitchen and didn’t budge.
“No,” she said flatly. “We didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Either you bend over or I’m taking it out on Samantha,” he said.
I shivered with fear in his grip, begging with my eyes for Courtney to concede. She kept her arms firmly folded over her chest, daring him to stick to his word. Where was this attitude coming from? It felt like maybe he knew about my little infidelity and that perhaps Courtney knew, too. Were they setting me up? I whimpered as Norman dragged me over to the couch and bent me over the cushions, pulling down my pants to expose my pale bottom.
Bettie sat in silence. I didn’t blame her for not saying anything, but I wished she would defend me at least a little bit. When Courtney insisted on standing in defiance, Norman’s hand came down hard against my skin. I squeaked. It was the first time he had struck me in a long time, reminding me of the time when he had bound me in my bedroom because I had been speaking to someone else.
