Upper Six (Completed, Being Edited)

Five: Clothespins in the Kitchen

As everyone slowly leaves the party, I can't help but feel an overwhelming sense of doom in the pit of my stomach. I want to leave, honestly, I do, but I feel as if once I leave, Laura will be ten times angrier, and that will make her reaction ten times worse. Once everyone had left, Laura turns to me.

"This was hilarious, Fiona," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she holds up the gift bag.

"Well, you've been acting kinda... ahh... uhh..."

"Well, you were awfully brave when you bought this, Fiona. Tell me what you're thinking now."

I gulp, and try again.

"I'm sorry."

"Are you really?" she asks, her voice full of doubt.

"No," I say honestly. "I warned you-"

"Why would I need this, Fiona?" she asks me, coming dangerously close.

"Because you should probably get yourself off."

I don't know what possessed me to say that; probably I'm buzzed from the weed that was being smoked close to me just moments ago; maybe Troy gave me a contact high. Whatever it is, I know that what I just said is a mistake.

"What did you just say?" she asks, veins standing up in her neck, her voice just above a whisper.

"Nothing. Listen, I should probably-"

"No, Fiona; repeat yourself," she says, walking towards me, probably expecting me to back up, but I hold my ground.

"Laura, I want to leave."

"Oh, you want to leave?" she asks, sounding amused. When I nod my head, she grabs me by the throat. Not hard enough to hurt me, but enough for it to be erotic. "Listen to me, you little bítch, I don't take lightly to being made fun of. Don't fùck with me. Do you understand?" she asks.

Oh, you don't like being made fun of, Laura? How f#cking ironic.

"Fùck you," I growl at her.

"Okay."

"Wait, what?" I ask, but before I know what is happening, I'm being dragged by my hair into what appears to be the kitchen. She lets me go, and I stumble into the counter. The light flickers on.

"You okay?" she asks when she hears me stumble.

"Yeah."

''Don't move. That is... unless you really want to leave, unless you don't want to know what happens next." I don't move. I stay exactly where I am, facing the counter, away from her. Just like she probably expected. I hear something being torn open, and that's when I know I'm screwed. I hear it when she places the batteries in, when she washes off her hands and the instrument, and when she turns it on.

"So here's what I'm gonna do, Fiona," she says, standing in front of me with the wet, washed, buzzing Jack Rabbit in her hand. "I want to know exactly what my birthday present is capable of, but I'm gonna try out my new toy, but I won't be trying it on me," she states, pressing a button, causing some beads inside of the dildo to rotate. She puts her hand on top of the instrument, and I can see that now that it has something to push against, it's thrusting by itself.

I gulp.

"I'm gonna try it on you," she states.

"Uh, I, I-"

"Take off your dress." I don't think twice about obeying her. She walks slowly towards me, and I lean back against the countertop. "Pantiés, too," she says. Once I'm done, she positions the instrument and thrusts it into me in one clean move.