Categories: mf, NAME_1, hm

I returned home one night to find a message on my answering machine from my girlfriend NAME_2. I listened eagerly—I hadn’t heard anything from her since I dropped her off at my friend NAME_3’s cabin a week ago.

“Hello, NAME_4? This is NAME_2.” Her high-pitched, little-girl voice had lost all its musical qualities; she was stammering, hesitating. “I was calling to tell you...that...he won. He won the bet. Okay?” Her voice went high and shaky on that last word. It was weirdly exciting to hear NAME_2 lose her perfect, flirtatious poise. Far from the mouthpiece, I heard NAME_3 saying to NAME_2, “Tell him what...” and then something inaudible. NAME_2 hesitated; NAME_3 said something else I couldn’t make out. Finally NAME_2 said, in a flat tone: “I’m coming...I come, and I can’t control it. He wins, okay? I don’t....” NAME_3 interrupted, saying something in the background. I distinctly heard, “Who tells you?” and then some other garbled words. Then NAME_2 again, trying to sound expressionless, but with a little wobble in her voice: “NAME_3 tells me to come. I come when he tells me.” More background conversation, and what sounded like a little scuffle with the phone. Then NAME_2: “I’m coming now.” Dead silence for a while; NAME_3 is murmuring something every few seconds, but I can’t hear a word of it. After what seems like forever, NAME_2, right next to the phone, gives a little high-pitched “Nnnf,” as if someone had hit her in the solar plexus. Then seconds of total silence. I start to make out NAME_2 breathing through her nose really fast, then it fades away again. Then NAME_3 grabs the phone. “She’s trying to stifle it, dude, but it happened. Come on up and take her home.” End of message. I hit the repeat button in a big hurry and started jerking off—I creamed before NAME_2 got her first sentence out. Then I hopped in the car and drove up there.
NAME_3 greeted me at the door of his cabin, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. “Is this shit for real?” I said.

“Absolutely,” says he.

“How did you do it?”

“With a fuck of a lot of drugs. And a lot of boring, repetitive work.”

“She’s drugged?”

“Not any more she isn’t. Maybe traces.” Then he yelled out, “Here, NAME_2.” A moment later NAME_2 appeared in the doorway, looking at me like a lost child. The smell of sex came into the room with her. She was wearing a short blue cotton nightdress, with her very erect nipples casting shadows across the cloth. Except for her toe rings, she was naked from the thighs down. Her hair was in her face, and her mascara wa