I sat at the tiny table and rocked back and forth in my chair, it was nice to be out and in the world again, and feel like I belonged. It was also nice to see Marissa this embarrassed.
"I wasn't thinking about dinner when I let you dress me..." She muttered, looking around at all the other diners in their nice clothes.
"Well I feel right at home!" I said chipperly, looking over the compressed menu. I was so looking forward to having real, non microwaved food... There were a lot of options, I was having trouble trying to pick just one thing...
"So... support group, huh?" Marissa asked, swirling her wine, looking bored
"Yeah... I've never been to something like that, do we like, stand up and say 'hi, my name is Amber Park and I'm a class B' or something?" I said, trying to imagine the setup for a multi-size support group.
"I have no clue, I just hope it's not full of sad weirdos." Marissa said, rolling her eyes "Oh, my life is so hard, food is expensive, I'm tired of being so small waahhh..."
I glared at her "Hey, it's actually really hard and scary being this size, you can't make fun of me like that."
She blushed. "No- not you, I- damnit, no, Amber, I wasn't saying that..."
I looked back at my menu, still frustrated.
"Look, I get it, yeah." She said "I know it's hard, I shouldn't have said that."
I glanced over at her "I'm just saying, even if you weren't having 'urges' it's really hard. You know we have 38% more heart attacks? Over 60% of us have anxiety, and statistically speaking, almost all of us will get a major life changing injury within the ten years of being compressed. I watched a video essay about it yesterday."
"Compression particles have only existed for like, seven years or something, at least outside of a lab. How would they even know?" she complained.
"They do math and see how much we get hurt at what rate over the course of the sample timeline and extrapolate." I said
"...I forgot you were smart to be honest." Marissa said "You never talk like that."
"Well..." I looked at my hands "I'm not actually smart, I was smart as a kid, but nowadays I've really gotten dumber, I don't know why."
"Could it be the compression?" she asked, curious
"No- I mean, like, starting senior year, school was harder, I had to work more, and it was a struggle to get As, and now... I'm just an average student. If I didn't have the scholarship program, I wouldn't have even been allowed into the school with my current test scores, I can't buy my way in like most of the girls."
"Oh... That sucks." Marissa said. "I feel like I've been getting smarter lately myself, like I've been able to plan things out and think faster, and really get what I want more easily."
"In that case, you should do your own schoolwork then." I pointed out.
"Hey, I have money, I'll use the money." She said, sticking her tongue out at me slightly.
"Are you two ready to order?" The waiter asked, and I jumped
"Oh, uhh, I'll have the bruschetta, with a caprese salad please." Marissa said
politely.
"And... I'd like the e'egplant lasagna!" I said, finally deciding
"Very good, and what compression rate will that lasagna be at?" he asked
I looked at the menu, compression rate? What? "Uhhhh..."
"She'll have it at 95%, please." Marissa said for me.
"I'll be back shortly, thank you very much." the waiter said, bowing and walking away.
I looked at Marissa "What's compression rate?"
She sighed and pointed at me "You compressed 94.22%, that's your compression rate. That means you need food that's as close 94.22% compression rate as possible or you won't be able to digest it. Generally speaking, compressed food comes in 50%, 75%, 85%, 90%, 95%, 97%, and 99%. I buy you the 95% kind."
"What about people who only compressed like, 20%?" I asked "And why do the numbers get closer together the further it goes?"
She shook her head "See, under 50%, there's so little difference in your body that you can mostly just eat human food, or just stick to 50% stuff, no problem, so there's no market for anything under 50%. As for the larger numbers, as you compress smaller, even if the percents don't go down as much, the relative scale does. Say there's someone with... 99% compression, right? Only less than 5% more than you, right? But you're 4 inches, and that person would be closer to... a half inch? They'd come up to your shin, so like. 12% or something the height of you, so relative to you, they're 88% smaller, even though they're only 5% smaller to everyone else, so the difference in the food is super important, you have to be very, very careful to feed class Bs the right compression."
I stared at her in shock. "You... Just knew all that? Off the top of your head? Was that in the class?"
She looked away. "Some. Some I learned on my own, the companies selling the food I buy you put out a lot of documentation about it. I care about you, and this stuff is the difference between you being healthy and your bones shattering from lack of nutrients or something."
"Yeah, I guess so..." I said, feeling weird inside again. It felt special, almost safe or cozy to have her know this much about me and care, but it felt wrong to feel good about her at all...
"Anyway, I think this meeting thing will be good for us, honestly." Marissa said "It'll give us a better perspective, and maybe help us to like, I don't know, understand stuff from other people's point of view?"
Well yeah," I said "I think that's the point of these things... How open should we be, by the way?"
"Oh, yeah, uhhh... Don't mention like, the kisses, or like, I don't know?" she said, frowning "It's hard to know, just, like, feel it out. I don't think they can take you away from me there? But like, we can't get help if we pretend everything's ok."
"Yeah, ok..." I said. I'd have to be careful, I guessed. I wondered if the meeting would actually offer help, or if it'd just be another way to let Marissa brag about owning me.
~~~
"Hi, we're here for the... the thing?" Marissa said awkwardly to the lady at the front desk.
"You mean the support group?" she asked "Of course! It's down the hall, you'll drop off your little friend with the person in the room with a green door, and you'll be in the room across from it!"
"Wait, we're doing the support group together, why are we in different rooms?" Marissa asked, alarmed
"Yeah, shouldn't we be together so we can get support?" I asked.
The lady shook her head "Oh, no, see they found that by separating the class Bs from their guardians, both parties can speak more freely and get some things off their chests they wouldn't be able to otherwise!"
"I... really don't know if I'm comfortable giving up Amber like that though..." Marissa said, holding me a little closer to her
"She'll be perfectly safe, I promise!" the lady assured her "They've got lots of precautions, I assure you, none of the class Bs have been hurt while here!"
Marissa looked at me and sighed, nodding. "Ok, but if she even has a chipped nail, I'm bringing the full legal force of LundCorp down on this place..."
The woman looked confused and concerned, but nodded anyway. I patted Marissa's finger and pointed down the hall, pushing her to go ahead and go. She looked at me for a long moment, then nodded and started down towards the rooms.
"I feel weird and nervous about this..." She muttered as she passed me over to the guy at the green door "I really don't like it..."
"She'll be juuust fine, I promise!" The man said, gently taking me from her. "I'll put her with the others, it'll be nice!"
Marissa watched as he brought me over to a wide, shallow box on a table, setting me inside. I could still see the shelves and colorful posters on the walls from the after-school program this room usually housed, but the door was blocked. Me and Marissa were officially separated. I looked around at the other class Bs in the box with me, surprised at the variety. There were around 5 or so of them, and the tallest was twice my height, and the smallest came just up to my knee. I took a seat in one of the dollhouse chairs sitting around, finding one that was mostly my size, and I looked around as I fixed my kimono.
"Hello, newcomer, are you freshly compressed?" asked a lady about a third bigger than me
"Oh, uhh, just over a week, I guess." I said, unsure
"Oh wow, that's really new, you're already having problems?" The knee high girl said "Usually there's a honeymoon period of at least most of a month before the class B and the guardian realize how hard it is."
"Oh, well, we thought this was going to be different..." I explained "We thought we'd be in the group at the same time?"
"That doesn't work, no." A man who barely fit into his chair said "The class Bs get talked over, and the guardians just dominate the whole time, it's not productive."
"So... tell us a bit why you're here, hun." The first lady said "I'm Nada, we all see each other twice a week, we usually just chat, but if you're here, looking like a doll on a shelf, I'm guessing you've got some serious issues, huh?"
I looked down at my outfit. "Oh, no- this is- me and Marissa picked out each other's outfits today. She wanted to make sure the pocket I rode in was comfortable this time."
"You ride in her pocket?" A young man about my size asked "That's SO dangerous, you need to stop that."
I shook my head "No, it's usually fine and cozy, but, ah, yesterday she was wearing skinny jeans, and..."
The smallest girl hissed and shuddered "Oh gods, that sounds horrible..."
"Hun, if you need any of us to contact someone..." Nada said, concerned
"No, no, that's why we're here, to work things out. She was just being a little rough, she didn't know it was as bad as it was, I swear." I said. I felt odd defending her, but I couldn't risk being taken away.
"So you mentioned she was being rough..." A shorter man with glasses said "Does she have a habit of being rough?"
"Um..." I said, thinking.
"So... yes then..." Nada said for me. I nodded slowly.
"I see you're wearing bandages under that lovely dress," The tallest man said "was that her as well?"
"Oh... no, this was an accident." I said "I was getting drinks for her and my friend and I spilled it on myself, it was my fault."
"It was her fault for making you GET the drinks in the first place, obviously." The tiny one said crossing her arms "We're not slaves, we're supposed to be cared for, not ordered around."
"Babae, not everyone has guardians like yours, your situation is very rare." Nada said gently.
I looked over at her "What situation?"
Nada laughed "Babae's guardian treats her like a queen, lets her run her entire life. She's our resident princess, the only well-to-do class B in the group, really."
I blushed. "Uh, well... my guardian is the heiress to the LundCorp company, she's... very well off. She literally bought me with her allowance."
"We don't say 'bought' here." The glasses man said "We prefer to say 'paid the adoption fees'."
"Still, that's very impressive!" the boy my size said "I bet you have one of those fancy houses, huh?"
"Markus, that's rude." Nada said admonishingly. "Just because her guardian has money doesn't mean she spends it on... What's your name, hun?"
I realize I'd never introduced myself and stood up. "Oh, uhh, Amber, Amber Park. And yeah, she does spend money on me. A LOT of money actually. She bought everything the shop had when she picked me up, including a three story house."
I sat back down. Was I supposed to stand when I introduced myself? No one else was, I may have missed that part...
"Whoah... Holy shit..." Babae whispered "Even I just have an apartment suite."
"So... She's rough and thoughtless, but she also fawns over you?" The tall man said "I'm Arnold, by the way, it's nice to meet you, Amber."
"Likewise." I said "Um, no? She really wants me to like her, like, I think she has a crush on me, from what she said, but... She really likes the feeling of being mean to me too, it's hard."
"The feeling of being mean?" Nada asked "What do you mean?"
I shrugged helplessly "I don't know, she just... likes playing rough with me, but she doesn't want to hurt me hurt me I guess."
"That sounds... dangerous." the glasses man said "Especially if she really does have a crush on you, class Bs and class As are not good fits romantically. My wife... she had to give me up after 6 months, just having me, being that close to me, but not being able to express her love or be with me in any meaningful way, it tore our relationship apart..."
"Paul here has had three guardians in the past three years..." Nada explained to me. "His second one lost her license for using him illegally in films, he's had a rough experience with 'love' at this size."
"Well... I don't know if that'll be an issue for me?" I said "Marissa seems to just want to like, toss me around and smush me a bit, she doesn't seem to want anything more. My friend Henri on the other hand though...."
"Henry?" Babae asked "Ooh, drama, do tell, please!"
"Well..." I think if how to describe her "She's been my best friend since the beginning of high school, but ever since I compressed she's gotten super clingy and obsessive. She tried to kidnap me from Marissa a couple times even, and she confessed her love for me and everything."
"Whoah..." Markus said "Two girls fighting over another girl..."
I wrinkled my nose. "It sounds gross when you say it like that..."
"Yeah, don't be a creep, that's her life you're talking about." said Paul in a hard tone.
"So... how do you feel about the situation?" Nada asked. I got the feeling she was the de-facto leader of the group.
"Well, Henri is by best friend, but I almost feel safer around Marissa at this point. Then again, Marissa is a wildcard, she could just decide to squeeze me or play with me too hard, or put me in a tight pocket for hours, and she wouldn't even care. I... I really don't know."
"Would you say you trust Marissa more?" Arnold asked "I have two guardians, one is very sweet, she dotes on me and brings me with her everywhere, and loves me very much, but she'll forget I'm on her shoulder, or forget to feed me, or even just leave me places by mistake. My other guardian, her sister, couldn't care less about me, and never interacts with me past a few words, but when she's responsible for me, I always feel safe and secure. She never forgets anything or puts me in danger, and always remains aware of me the whole time. I love my primary guardian, but if I had to pick, her sister is the better guardian."
"I... yeah, I understand that." I said. "Marissa is the better guardian. Henri is scaring me, and she dropped me in soup once. Marissa has never dropped me ever, unless it was on purpose."
"It's... not good if she's dropping you on purpose, you know." Babae pointed out.
"What kind of soup was it?" Markus asked
"Uhh, like, pho?" I said
"Nice, I love pho." he said "Did you eat any of it? Like, try to eat your way out?"
I shook my head "What? No, it was uncompressed, I'd get sick."
He shrugged "I eat regular food all the time, I don't get sick."
"No, it's- it's on the news, and I ate like two bites of a tortilla and got a stomachache, how are you eating regular food?" I asked, confused
"Well..." Paul said "I eat regular food too, from time to time. In doses, I haven't gotten sick from it in a long while."
"I only eat regular food." announced Babae "on that super compressed junk, I was wasting away, there's no nutrients in it. My guardian gave me some broth on my deathbed and I perked right up, now it's all broth, cream, honey, and juice."
"She's on an all liquid diet, because of her size." explained Nada "We think it's because she's not eating solids that she's not being hurt by an exclusively uncompressed diet, but we don't know."
"That shouldn't be possible..." I muttered, thinking about all the articles and videos I'd seen about class B digestion, about the conversation I'd just had with Marissa.
"We're still being understood, you see" Paul explained "in a way, we're all lab rats. We won't really know anything about our new biology for years and years."
"Anyway, more about your problem, Amber, you mentioned you and Marissa wanted to come here to work through something together?" Nada asked, probingly.
"Yeah..." I said. "We wanted to talk about her urges, and her feelings about me, but it feels weird to talk about that without her."
"Well..." Paul said "I think that both her urges and her feelings are both red flags, to be honest."
"I don't want to be taken away though, I can't risk being bo- uhh 'adopted' by someone worse." I said
"That might be a risk you have to take, Amber." Nada said sadly.
"I've heard horror stories..." I said "But you all sound like you have ok guardians, is it really that bad?"
"You have to understand," Arnold pointed out "bad guardians don't usually take their class Bs to a support group. We're a poor sample to pull from."
I looked at my feet. The weird white socks with the one toe hole in them was bugging me, but I knew that was only a distraction from what was really bugging me. "Well... Marissa took me here, so she's got to be at least some good, right?"
"She said she likes being mean to you?" Babae pointed out "That's like, classic bad guardian right there."
"It's a game, like, she'll put me under her pillow when I sass, or she'll uhh, smush me on the carpet when I talk back..." I said, downplaying the severity.
"That sounds mostly playful." Paul admitted "Has she ever gone farther than that?"
I thought about the ice water, the constant squeezing, the threats. "No, once she flicked me, and it hurt, but once she realized it actually hurt, she hasn't done it again."
"At least she can learn." Arnold pointed out "I think that's a good sign that she might not be as bad as she seems."
"Now, I want to call back to something you mentioned earlier, the jeans pocket?" Paul pointed out "That seems like a big deal if that's why you're here, was that just her being mean too?"
I made a face "Yeah, she wanted to be mean and keep me smushed. Posted a picture on her social media of my outline in her pants and stuff, it wasn't cool."
"Ok, and it hurt you badly enough to warrant coming here?" he asked
"I passed out, yeah, and I had a meltdown and-" I thought about the argument, I couldn't tell them I'd said that... "I ended up chewing her out and telling her I was scared of her."
"That's so fair, I'm scared of my guardians." Markus said "I legit never know if they're gonna blow up at me or buy me a treat."
"Markus, your guardians are your mom and dad." pointed out Babae "That's pretty normal, it's nothing to do with you being compressed."
He laughed "Yeah, and I don't exactly make it easy on them."
"I miss my parents..." I said, thinking of my mom's cooking, my dad's kind attitude, the feeling of safety...
"They couldn't afford you?" Nada asked gently
"They- they could, they were on their way to the store with the money, but- but Marissa got there first, and..."
"Oh, wow, that's rough, she must have really wanted a class B if she swooped in and grabbed you out from under their noses like that." Markus said, raising his eyebrows.
"No- well, yeah, she really wanted a class B, but..." I remember her phrasing "...I think she made sure to get there first more because it was me, like, specifically me."
"You knew her before she adopted you?" asked Nada
I nodded. "Yeah, she went to the school I did. She, um... bullied me, for most of my teenage life."
"Oh, that's not good." Arnold said, his eyebrows raised "She wanted to adopt you to bully you more?"
"...She bullied me because she wanted to be close to me, I think." I said, blushing.
"That sounds kinda nice, actually..." said Markus.
"Markus, please stop talking for now, ok?" Nada said firmly, shaking her head at him. "Now, Amber, We're all pretty good at understanding problems, but yours seems a little more complicated. I think we can work out the best way to move forward though, and I don't think it sounds like you need to get away from Marissa, but you do need to be very, very careful. Now, what I recommend is-"
The door to the room banged open and I heard stomping sounds.
"Miss, you can't get her yourself, there's-" the man who'd carried me in started
"Shut the FUCK up, she's mine, I'll get her if I fucking want." I heard Marissa growl.
Everyone in the box braced themselves, and Babae clutched her chair in fear. Marissa peeked over the box, looking around at the little people, a deep glare on her face.
"Amber, say goodbye, we're getting the fuck out of here." her eyes fell on Babae "...Holy shit, I didn't know you guys came that small... I mean, I did, but seeing you, gods, Amber got lucky..."
I stood up "Marissa, we're in the middle of the meeting, what's going on?"
"Ma'am, please, allow me to-" the man said, but Marissa shoved him back.
"Those people couldn't support a tent, they're fucking stupid. I know I care about you, I don't need their stupid fucking name calling and shit. Come on, we can watch those old people shows you like, and you can tell me what's so great about them."
I looked at the others, slightly embarrassed "Uhhh. I think I have to go, it was nice meeting you?"
"Here, take this, it's my messaging info." Nada said, passing me a card out from a bag under her chair "I'd love to talk more, later, ok?"
I nodded and took it, climbing into Marissa's waiting hand. She glanced down at the other 5 class Bs, and let her gaze rest on each one individually.
"Sorry for interrupting your meeting, your guardians suck. Maybe get new ones or something." She said, in an almost-polite tone.
"I'm... guessing we're having another car talk?" I asked as she walked down the hallway, pushing past the worried guardians outside the door.
"Yeah, whatever. We're getting to make a habit of it, why break that habit now?" She said, steel in her voice.
I shivered and leaned against her stomach as she held me to herself.
As we left the building, she looked down. "Hey, I'm mad, but not at you, ok? Me and you are cool, nothing weird."
I looked up, surprised. I'd assumed that was the case, but to have her make sure I knew showed a genuine care to build trust. Maybe this meeting wasn't as bad for her as she'd thought. She climbed into the car, and flopped over, laying down across all three seats, and dropped me in front of her face.
"Take us home, Drew. Close the thingy." She said, popping a breath mint from her purse into her mouth. "So... you wanna go first?"
"Well, I didn't get far, we just talked about me and you a bit, they didn't say much I didn't already know."
"Yeah? Like what?"
"Well..." I thought about keeping it to myself, but I could tell she wanted to hear, and if she was willing to work on it... "they said I needed to be careful around you, and that you had a lot of red flags."
She snorted and blew her now-icy breath at me "Well I could have told you that."
I tipped over as the car hit a bump, and her hand snapped forward to cup me, holding me in place. Her expression didn't change, and she didn't make any indication she'd moved other than her hand.
"You gonna contact that lady?" She asked, referring to the card in my kimono
"Her name is Nada, and yeah, I think so, she was very sweet."
Marissa hummed "Well... Just remember I can see what you talk about and stuff, if I want."
"Yeah. I'm aware." I said, mildly insulted she'd reminded me.
She noticed my tone. "It's not like that, come on. It's a safety thing, she could be part of a class B liberation group or something."
"'I really don't think she is." I said.
"Yeah, well. I don't know. Let me feel powerful in this little way, ok?" She said, her thumb rubbing my back.
I leaned into it. "Yeah, the urges or whatever, I got it. So I'm guessing your meeting went a lot worse than mine?"
"Oh gods. One lady told me I was a 'monster', and another tried to tell me to give you up to the state, and this couple were so fucking mad that I 'took you from your family' that they told me to leave, and to leave you here with them."
"What did you tell them?!" I asked incredulously
"Everything, really. The urges, my feelings towards you, the thing with the pocket, Henri, all of it. I wanted them to give me a fix for it, so I said it all."
Her feelings towards me... When she wasn't confessing, the words slipped out so easily, like they didn't carry any weight, like they were assumed. I looked at her face, covered in shadows in the dim car, and tried to see her the way she saw me. I could see so much more of her now, emotionally. I could see her depth, I'd seen her tears, her struggles. It was an alien feeling, but I was starting to feel like I wanted to be around her, despite her flaws, if she could only stop hurting me. Every time I felt like I could get close to her, she...
"You're doing that thing you do." she said, jarring me out of my thought.
"What thing?" I asked
"You get all worried looking and go quiet, and your face kind of freezes. You've done it for years."
I shook my head "No, sorry. I just get lost in thought."
"Yeah, well... What were you thinking about this time?" she asked softly
"..." I was scared to say it, but if she was aware of it, hopefully she'd stop. "I was thinking how I'm starting to get you more. Like, as a person. And how every time I think we can be cool and just exist together, you... get urges, and it ruins it."
She hissed, her breath sharp "Oh, ow, yeah..."
"It's just, I think we could be really close, you're like, my guardian, you're providing for me, you keep me safe, most of the time. It'd be so, so easy to like you, if you didn't scare me so bad every time my guard was down."
Her grip tightened for a split second, and relaxed. "I know, but- gods, you're just so- I need you to understand, I want that too, I need you to be close to me, ok? I need that. But... When I see you being all adorable and soft, or just weak in general, I just want to squeeze you, I don't know why..."
"I don't like being squeezed, Marissa." I said firmly.
"Ok, ok, it's not all bad, right? The feeling of being overpowered by me? That's gotta be kinda fun, right? I'm sure a lot of people would love it." she said hopefully.
I thought about it. "I don't know, I'm so scared of you it's mostly just scary when you do that?"
She groaned "Ok but I won't really hurt you. Knowing that?..."
"But you did hurt me, you bruised me, you got me sick, you suffocated me, you did actually, actively hurt me."
"Ok but I won't no." She said exasperated "I'm like, trying to win you over or something."
"I don't know. I'd have see. I'd need to be in the right setting, and it'd have to be in a very safe place, and I really would prefer it have rules and stuff like in the books."
"Wait, what books?" she asked
"The romance books, like with the-" I realized who'd recommended those books to me "...oh, well, I guess the S and M books..."
Marissa sat up slightly, her white teeth shining in the darkness. "No way, you read that shit?"
I shook my head "No! Henri told me about her favorite books, I read some, it's not my thing."
She lay back down, giggling at me "Well... Tell you what, let's get home, get the school and judgement washed off of us, and before we watch those shows of yours, we test and see if maybe you can't have fun while I'm having fun too."
I jolted "Tonight?! No, I'm not ready for that, I can't, I'm not that kind of person, I just-"
She stroked me softly. "Hey, hey, no no no, just playing, just a little game, nothing like what you're imagining, just a fun game, and you'll be in full control ok? Just to see if you like it"
I was shaking, the stuff I'd read in Henri's books were not things I was comfortable doing with Marissa, I imagined how it could work, and I couldn't picture it, it ended in disaster in my imagination every time. My heart was pounding and I felt a panic attack coming on, but I bit my lip to focus myself. If I let her do this, if we 'played' and I pretended to like it, then she could be a normal fucking person the rest of the time, and I could feel safer overall. Just let her get her urges out every so often in a special scenario that she claimed I'd have some control over, and be able to relax in my day to day. I felt dread at agreeing to anything like this, but I almost didn't have an option. I could say no, and I knew she'd respect it, she wasn't actually a monster, but I had so much to gain from saying yes, and she didn't even realize it.
I swallowed hard, tasting metal from my bitten lip. "Ok, yeah, let's do it, I'm interested too, I want to see how it goes."
Her eyes widened, and her smile grew wider, and she drew me in, rubbing me on her face.
"Oh, gods, Amber, you're going to love this, I'm really good at it!" She said, her hands shaking slightly.
As excited as she was, it was nice to see I wasn't the only one who was nervous.
~~~
I stood in front of my mirror, trying to calm myself down. I was wearing a loose sweater and a pair of soft pants, a casual, comfortable outfit. I had no idea what Marissa wanted to do, or what kind of playing she had in mind, but I was determined to get through this in any way I could. I wanted so, so badly to be able to be able to let my guard down and not be punished for it... I thought about what she'd said, that I was going to 'love it', and I sighed. I could try, but I'd never even thought about that sort of thing before, and the stuff in Henri's books always seemed so alien, like they had a language that I didn't speak.
I walked out of the bathroom and into my bedroom, facing Marissa's room. She was on her bed, in a t shirt and leggings, poking on her phone. I looked around her on the bed, looking for anything she might want to 'use' on me. They always had 'tools' in those books, spiky things, or flat things for smacking, whips, if the story was risque enough, but the only thing on her bed was her. I coughed, but she didn't look up. I sighed, and whistled, and her head snapped up at me.
"Don't fucking whistle to me, I'm not a horse or a dog or something." She said as she came over, but there was no real annoyance in her voice.
"I didn't want to yell and make you think I was in danger or something." I said defensively "My voice goes all of like, 4 feet if I'm not screaming."
"Whatever, ok, so... are you ready?" she said, grinning
"Nnnnot really? I don't understand what we're doing exactly..."
She grabbed me around the torso and walked back over to her bed. "Well, let's go over it, shall we?~"
She dropped me onto the bed, and I let myself go limp, flopping onto the plush comforter. I rolled over and flinched as I saw her whole body looming over me, an excited smile on her face.
"I'm gonna have a little fun, and if you're having a bad time... you say 'red light', ok? And if you need a moment, you say 'yellow light'."
"And... what's green light for?" I asked
"I'll assume if you don't use the other two, we're in the green, 'k?"
"That doesn't sound right, but ok. And if I can't talk?"
"Uhh, two taps or bites or something, and that's 'stop'."
"Wait." I said, alarmed "Bites? What situation would involve me having to bite you?!"
"Uhh, we'll have to see. Anyway, are you ok with that?" She said leaning in, her smile wide and her face taking up my whole range of vision.
I took a long, steady breath. "Ok, yeah, let's do it."
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