Mistress(es)

Ep. 2b: Cat and Mouse

Abby and Cleo rolled up to Skyler's apartment at 6:54, a little early due to Abby insisting they get things over with as soon as possible.

"Are you sure about this, Abbs?" Cleo asked, staring up the steps toward Skyler's apartment, "I mean, you don't necessarily need to do anything about this. I'm sure if you just leave it be, this whole thing will blow over. It's not like you have to say the thing that puts him back into a trance. You can just... y'know. Let it chill up there."

"This isn't about that. This is about righting a wrong. I should have never done what I did in the first place. I'm putting him back to normal and then moving on from this."

"Mhm." Cleo nodded, "Annnnnnnd that's why you're still wearing leggings?"

Abby whipped her head around, her face turning red, "Hey, back off! We may need to put him back under or something, I don't know."

"Or put him under even deeper." Cleo maniacally said.

"Stop it."

"I can see why it got him. Your ass does look pretty fire in those."

"Cleo!" Abby scolded as she knocked on Skyler's door.

"Okay, okay, I'm done, chill," the girl laughed.

As Cleo's laughter faded to silence, Abby waited a few moments before realizing that she heard no sound coming from inside Skyler's apartment. She knocked again, then waited for a few more seconds, but to the same effect.

"What the heck?" Abby mumbled, taking out her phone and scrolling to Skyler's contact.

"Did he fall asleep or something?" Cleo questioned.

Abby placed her phone to her ear, then let the device ring, but after several rings followed up with a voicemail, it was clear that the boy wasn't answering. She dropped her hand to her side and looked at her friend, "He's not answering..."

Cleo paced across the apartment balcony and looked off at the parking lot, scanning the cars and furrowing her brow, "I... don't think I see his car here. Did he forget we were supposed to hang out?"

Abby shook her head, "I don't think so. Skyler's never been the kind of person to do that..."

Cleo passed to the door and pounded it again, waiting a few seconds before throwing up her hands in a shrug, "I don't know what to tell you, Abbs. He's not here."

A pit began to form in Abby's gut, ¼ from the disappointment of not being able to see Skyler, another ¼ from her lingering mistake not being able to be fixed, and ½ because something felt seriously, seriously wrong...

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Skyler stirred slightly in the bed, stretching his body and letting out a pleased groan as he sleepily sunk deeper into the sheets. He hadn't remembered his bed being so comfortable. So warm and smelling so nice. The scent made him dizzy and hazy, so pleasantly adding to the sleepy relaxation he currently felt. Oddly though, it made him strangely... aroused? His cock stirred slightly as he inhaled deep the scent of the pillow. It smelled like vanilla, scented lotions, and a slight familiar hint of washed hair.

Pheromones. Female pheromones. No wonder it made him horny, it was the same smell as when he had a girl staying in his bed with him, or when he himself was staying over with a girl. But Skyler hadn't remembered bringing a girl home last night, or staying the night with another girl. In fact, he could barely remember anything. So... who's bed was he in?

Skyler sat up trying to shake the drowsy haze from his head, a seemingly impossible feat, however. It clung to his brain and eyes like glue, begging that he lay back down and indulge in sleep straight away. In the small moment Skyler got to take in the room, he could see that it definitely wasn't his. The bed he lay in was a massive, fluffy, king sized canopy with light pink curtains and an ornate wooden frame. The room around him was decorated with white dressers and furniture, as well as a bunch of small decorations, books on shelves, and small succulent plants in cute little pots.