From that moment on, I was a part of the community. I’d passed my initiation and the rest of the night was an alcohol filled celebration.
By the time we returned to our house, it was a quarter past three and we both collapsed into bed fully dressed.”
I stopped my story there and looked at Tension. He was sweating and staring intently at my tits.
“That was my first night in Mayberry,” I told him.
He laughed and shook his head.
“Unbelievable,” he said.
“You don’t believe me?”
“I shouldn’t,” he said, “but the odd thing is I absolutely do.”
“I think you’d like going to a party like that,” I teased. “Hitting your knees in the dark, crawling under a table, and finding a random piece of tail for you to bury your face in. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
He didn’t answer. He just kind of glared at me.
“You’re crossing a line,” he warned.
“Oh?”
“I’m a detective and you’re reducing me to one of the sick and twisted men in your neighborhood.”
I liked seeing him angry. It was a turn on. I held my hand at my chest and let one of my fingernails slide up and down my left tit. He noticed and his eyes were glued to me.
“It’s not my neighborhood…anymore,” I reminded him. “I left. Which is why you’re here, remember? To get answers from an ex-neighbor of Erotic Mayberry?”
“I remember,” he said.
“You know what I miss most about living there?”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I miss knowing that I could have my pussy eaten any time of the day or night. Can you imagine living in a place where you could get a blowjob whenever you wanted?”
“No, I can’t.”
“I assure you it’s great. You can come when…ever…you…want.”
I was being such a fucking tease. I had no doubt that if I dropped to my knees and made my way over to him, he’d have his pants down and his dick out before I made it halfway across the floor. There was plenty of time for that later. I wanted to finish my story.
“I apologize. You didn’t come here to hear my flirting. You want answers. Let me go on with my story.”
“Yes, please.”
“The day after the party, I awoke feeling like shit. I was hung over but also still wearing makeup. The clock read 1:00 pm and I was alone. Bastian had left a note on the nightstand. It read:
Dear Sunshine,
Good morning. When I woke this morning and saw you resting so innocently and beautifully, I felt blessed. You are a blessing and I’m so glad you decided to move in with me. I wanted to spend the day with you
but I was called in to the hospital. I should be home late tonight. The kitchen is stocked, clothes are in the closet, and there are two important items on the living room coffee table. One is the HOA (Home Owner’s Association) rules for living in Erotic Mayberry. You’ll want to read through it carefully.
If you agree and still want to live here, put on the necklace that is in the box on the table.
But know that once you put on that necklace, you should never, for any reason, remove it. It will become a part of you. You will be my pet.