Welcome to E. Mayberry

I must’ve been staring off into space as she slapped the table once more with an open palm, this time louder and with no accompanying laughter.

“Any questions?” she asked.

I didn’t know what to say.

“Read through those rules and regulations again and be here at 10:00 am on Monday morning,” she said. “Marco and Lilly will meet you for your class. And try to be open to the other owners around here. If you’re invited, you don’t have to check with your owner. Just say yes, do what comes naturally, and be a good pet to YOUR owner. Oh…and try to check the bulletin board out front at least once a day. You might find some fun stuff to do on there. E. Mayberry is full of wild shit to occupy your time. You can even work if you want. We have a lot of local businesses here in the neighborhood.”

Vivi stood and ushered me out of the room and toward the door. It seemed I’d taken up as much time as she was willing to give. As I reached the door and looked out at the pool once again, I saw a full-scale orgy going on in the pool. Partners had definitely switched.

Jamie was right where she’d been when I left but Rodge was going at it with the trashy girl while baldy fucked the Latina who was blowing Francine’s man on the side of the pool. Two men lay on lawn chairs poolside giving each other hand jobs as they watched the action.

Francine was nowhere to be seen but then Jamie let out a loud moan and I knew exactly where she was. She was still having her pussy eaten, but by the older, bigger breasted woman. Francine finally popped up out of the water and Jamie kissed her lips.

Hands on my hips made me jump and then Vivi’s head appeared over my shoulder, watching the scene with me.

“Why don’t you go join them?” she asked me.

“I am tempted,” I admitted.

“Want me to take you out there? I’ll get in with you so you don’t feel so alone.”

I looked over my shoulder and she turned her face too, making sure her lips were within reach of mine. She didn’t kiss me but I felt her breath and I can’t say it wasn’t erotic.

“I won’t touch you unless you want me too,” she promised. “You have my word as an owner.”

“Maybe later,” I said, feeling a nervous flutter in my stomach.

Good nerves and bad nerves often feel the same and at that moment I couldn’t tell which I was feeling. I loved sex. The art of sex, the spiritual connection of being naked with someone you’re really into is something so beautiful. The physical part of it is great all on its own and I’ve been privy to some of the best fuckers out there. Men who were paid to be great and to keep going when most men would stop. Yet, I was extremely nervous in this situation.

A part of me wanted to take Vivi by the hand and lead her out into the pool so I could shut her the fuck up and show her how to really get down. I could. I could fuck each and every one of them under the table. They were amateurs compared to me. But that’s not what I wanted to do. I’d become somewhat proud of myself since leaving the hospital. In a strange s

ense of the word, I felt more…pure. Better.

“Then you should go on home and wait for your owner,” Vivi said with a light pat on my ass.

I turned to exit the building but stopped.

“I do have a question,” I said. “You mentioned that I’m not Bastian’s first pet. What happened to the last one?”

“Oh she’s an owner now!” Vivi said with a big cheesy grin.

“So she still lives here?”

“Of course she does. Nobody leaves here. Who the hell would want to?”

“Umm…well…who is she?”

“You’re not gonna go over there and punch her in the nose or anything are you?” she asked followed by her loud laugh.

I didn’t answer.

“I’m kidding,” she said. “It’s not like you wouldn’t find out anyway. Her name’s Suzanne and she lives a couple of streets over from yours. Not sure the exact address but look for Fiona on the mailbox. Suzanne Fiona. She’s a looker though, so don’t get all jealous and stuff. She’s quite frisky too. She might invite you in for a little nookie if you know what I mean.”

She laughed again.

“Might be good for you to talk to her,” she added. “Find out what kinds of things Bastian likes, doesn’t like…she might enlighten you a bit.”

She was right. I wanted to talk to Suzanne. I mean she was nothing more than an ex-girlfriend and I’d spoken to plenty of those in my past. Vivi turned to leave when I stopped her again.