“Emery, look at Bree. She and Mona are playing nicely together,” Nancy said. “I think this swap is a good one.”
On screen, I saw they were indeed playing nicely together. Bree, a young girl with auburn hair, very skinny, and a few tattoos, was being eaten out by a Hispanic woman, who was much older but twice as pretty. Bree, the poor thing, was gasping for air as a big jock looking guy with a military-like haircut fed her his cock from the side.
“I’ve trained her well,” Emery said.
For the first time, even though we’d been standing in the room for at least a full minute, Nancy turned her attention to us and lit up with glee. She clapped her hands together.
“Well hey there,” she said. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
“She is very sexy,” Emery agreed.
Bastian seemed to ignore them both. He was completely at ease with everyone flirting with me. I’d never been with a man who didn’t mind. Even co-star boyfriends were slightly jealous when I worked with a man who was known for being one of the best or having the biggest cock or any other quality that might please me better than they could. Yet, Bastian didn’t bat an eye when people called me sexy. I wondered if they asked to fuck me if he would be jealous or angry or maybe he’d smile and allow it. Maybe he’d sit back and watch or even join in.
“Can I change the channel real quick?” he asked.
“Why, you got somethin’ good to watch?” Nancy said with another clap of her hands.
She was way too happy and I wondered if she’d done a few lines of coke or something before plopping down onto the couch. Nobody was that happy. She handed Bastian the remote. He looked at me.
“You know the address of our house, right?” he asked.
“Yes, and the channel,” I said with what must’ve been a bit of an attitude as Emery sucked a breath through his teeth and Nancy raised her eyebrows.
He nodded at the TV screen and turned it to our channel. Nothing. The screen went black. He hit the down button and the couple that had been resting in bed, one of them reading, were now sleeping. He went up a channel and it skipped ours. The screen flickered a couple of times and then I saw the man who’d been masturbating earlier, now chatting on his phone.
Bastian handed me the remote and I flipped down, the screen flickered a few times and settled back on the couple sleeping. The channel below that one showed a woman riding a man in bed. Her hair covered her face and I couldn’t quite see his. But they were definitely fucking. I went back up and it skipped our channel again. I punched in 303 and the screen was black.
“It skips your channel if you’re not live,” Bastian said.
“Why would people leave theirs on while they sleep or read or argue?” I asked. “I mean I get why they’d leave it on while having sex, if that’s their thing and they want people to watch.”
“It’s a respect thing, Mi Amor,” Emery said. “If you watch others you should allow them to watch you too.”
“It’s one of the best forms of entertainment around here,” Nancy said. “It takes a little while to get used to things, but once you do, you’ll find that life here is quite exquisite.”
It dawned on me that Nancy wasn’t wearing a necklace. Neither was Emery.
“You’re not…pets?” I asked. “Neither of you?”
“Oh…no,” Nancy replied.
Emery took the remote back from Bastian and flipped to the channel they were watching when we walked in. The girl they’d called Bree was now riding the man’s cock while the other woman sat on his face. They’d changed positions rather quickly. Impressive.
“She is my pet,” Emery said as he approached the screen and tapped one finger against Bree’s left tit.”
“And he is mine,” Nancy said followed by a cute giggle.
Yes, Bree and the male on screen were both wearing necklaces. The Hispanic woman was not.
“You like watching your significant others with someone else?” I asked.
Before they could answer, I looked into Bastian’s face and he was smiling. It was clear he also liked to watch that sort of thing.
“We always swap on Sundays,” Emery said. “Most people do, it’s on the weekly schedule.”
“Mona needed to get off really good,” Nancy said, “And my Rich is the best at what he does.”
“I don’t know about the best,” Bastian argued.