Two Hundred Dollars Ch. 29

2 (or 3?) Dollars

I can't believe I did this.

Laura looked down at her breasts, surveying herself in shock. Streaks of semen, cooling quickly, covered her entire chest and hung in a couple strings across her cleavage. Her nipples, chilled, poked out under a coating of icing.

Wow. He came on my breasts. I really did it.

"So-o-o-o messy," she whispered, unable to the stop the shiver in her voice. "So messy."

Laura continued staring at her body, unable to process anything.

"Is she gonna be okay?" she heard Kent ask, his voice hollow as it echoed, blending in with the thumping music from his speakers.

"Yeah," Bailey said. "Her brain's a little messed up. She'll be fine soon."

Bailey thinks it's okay, so it probably is, but there's still cold come all over my boobs, Laura looked at herself in paralyzed shock. Oops, I said 'boobs'. No, wait, I only thought 'boobs'. I'm allowed to think 'boobs'.

Time passed and people moved around and Bailey appeared before her.

"Hey!" Kent protested. "That's my facecloth."

"And it's your come, jackass," Bailey told him.

Kent harumphed and Bailey placed a hot, wet facecloth over Laura's chest to start wiping her clean.

"Oh, good," Laura blinked, looking away from her chest and towards Bailey's face. "Thanks."

"You okay now?"

"Yeah," Laura smiled at her friend. "Just felt kinda weird."

"We noticed," Kent put in.

"For a moment, there," Laura looked up at Kent, "I just felt like I could do anything. Like I would do anything, y'know?"

"And then you did it?" Bailey asked.

Laura took the cloth from Bailey and finished cleaning her body.

Bailey wiped too gently to get me clean, but I guess she wouldn't want somebody scrubbing her nipples too hard either.

"Yeah," Laura said. She looked up to Kent, hoping for his approval, "Cool though, right?"

"Very," Kent agreed with several quick, jerky nods. "You earned your two bucks."

Laura giggled, feeling far too much of everything to describe it.

I'm clean now. Yes, there are pictures, but my breasts are clean and I'm fine.

She still detected the stirrings of guilt inside her. What did the religious voice inside her head think of what she'd done? Would it seek to torment her for this as well, or just for her orgasms?

My butt really stings, Laura reminded herself. That should take care of any guilt I feel for a long, long time.

She set the facecloth aside and stood up, but hadn't figured for her weakened state. Her adrenaline having worn off, her hormones sinking back to their normal levels, Laura started to shiver and her knees wobbled, having trouble handling her weight.

Bailey caught her, held her tightly. Their bodies touched, in that naked embrace, but it didn't matter. The sexual part of the evening had passed. A friend supported another friend, and the amount of bare flesh making contact didn't matter. She didn't count this as an act done for Kent.

"It's alright," Bailey whispered to her, setting her back down on the bed.

"Are you alright, Laur?" Kent put in.

"We'll just get our clothes back on and she can relax," Bailey said softly.

Kent helped find Laura's clothing and they got her dressed, in her own underwear even. Once she had her pants and her shirt on, she felt calm again. Kent had put his shorts on at some point, and Bailey had at least put her white panties and a shirt on.

"Okay now?" Bailey asked, crawling up on the bed to sit behind Laura.

"Yeah, sorry," she said. "I just went crazy there for a bit. I'll be fine."

"A little too extra?" Bailey chided, but kept her voice gentle as she rubbed Laura's shoulders.

Laura shrugged and tried to smile for her friends, but knew it looked weak, "Yeah."

She looked over at Bailey's cell phone.

"Laur," Kent said, following her gaze. "It was great, really. But if you don't want to give me the pic, that's okay."

She gulped and looked back at Kent, "I don't know, okay? I feel weird right now."

Passing one more glance at the cell phone, she turned her head toward Bailey.

"Can I see the pics?" she asked.

"You sure?"

"Oh," Laura pulled back, hearing the warning wisdom in her friend's voice. "Maybe just put them on my phone and I can look at them later and decide?"

"Sure," Bailey and Kent spoke at the same time.

Laura unlocked her phone and handed it to Bailey so she could make the transfer.

"You gonna fix the board?" Laura asked Kent.

Kent nodded immediately and wiped the board clean before changing the total debt to four dollars.

"I'll change it to 'two' if you decide to go ahead with the picture," he promised.

Laura smiled, glad they had an understanding, and stood up to test her knees again.

"That's better," she declared, then rubbed her cheeks through her pants. "I'll remember this for a while."

Seeing her in better humour, Kent relaxed too. Bailey handed Laura her cell phone back.

"I think I'm gonna go home," Laura said. "It's late, right?"

"I think we should walk you home," Kent said. "Alright?"

Laura nodded, "Thanks."

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"You think she's gonna be okay?" Kent asked, halfway into their return journey from Laura's home.

Bailey shrugged, "Probably."

"She was real quiet," Kent pointed out, his feet crunching lightly through the thin layer of snow on the sidewalk.

"She broke a lot of her own rules tonight," Bailey pointed out. "The picture, the semen, you rubbing right against her like that, nothing between your bodies."

Kent gulped, looking sideways at Bailey as she refused to meet his glance.

"That was her last night," he said, mostly as a test to see if he could get a rise out of Bailey. "Maybe she pushed herself a little too far?"

"Maybe."

"I hope we did right letting her do all that."

"Me, too," Bailey finally met his eyes, but she didn't look worried. "It is what she planned."

Kent unlocked the door to their apartment and they walked down the stairs, eventually stopping outside his bedroom door.

"I'll let you know when she decides," Bailey said. "Then we can, y'know, finish up?"

"Right."

"Thanks," she said.

"Thanks?" Kent asked, confused.

"For tonight," Bailey replied, as if he should have known what she meant, "you got us just right, I think."

She grabbed his collar, got up on her toes to cancel out the height advantage his boots gave him, and kissed him on the cheek.

Awkwardly, she turned away, adding, "Good night."

Kent watched Bailey go, kicking off her boots in the hall and disappearing into her bedroom.

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The next morning, when she thought herself ready, Laura laid back on her bed, opened her phone and found where Bailey had hidden the pictures.

Here goes, preacher man. What do you think of this?

The first picture popped up, a dead centre view of her breasts, still squeezed together in a death grip, horizontally streaked with semen, both nipples covered.

Laura closed her eyes and poked around in her brain, searching for a pang of guilt or a mote of panic. She remembered how she'd felt the night before, but couldn't find a trace of any of her terror or anxiety.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and looked at the picture again. None of the feelings from the night before came forward. She used two fingers to zoom in on one of her breasts.

That's me, alright. Up close and personal.

The sight of the blown up nipple didn't arouse any more guilt than the long range picture.

It looks like there's even more of a mess from this angle.

When she'd first looked at her breasts with her own eyes, her mind had exaggerated Kent's ejaculation into an infinity of glaze over the entire surface of her chest, a mess she'd never scrub clean with a thousand towels. With time, she'd calmed down and seen it for the voluminous but finite amount of seed he'd actually sprayed on her.

From the camera's view, however, with trails of semen dripping over her nipples to the underside of her breasts, it looked like even more come.

It's a bit boring, though, as pictures go.

Bailey had taken the second picture from above. Laura noticed her hands a lot more from that angle, the thumbs coated with semen.

By the third picture, Kent's juice had started to cool, giving her nipples an attractive bit of stiffness. Plus, Bailey had angled the picture from a nicer perspective to her side, giving her breasts a bit more depth.

That's the nicest one, Laura decided, feeling clinical and professional. At least so far.

The fourth and fifth ones had Kent's cock in them.

Should have taken these first. He'd started to flag a little by then.

Laura realized she no longer had any negative feelings about either Kent coming on her, nor about having pictures taken of the event. If the preacher had any opinion on the matter, the lingering soreness in her left cheek kept him at bay. In that moment of realization, she made two decisions.

First, she wanted to give Kent the third picture.

Second, she wanted to keep all the pictures for herself and, if she could ever manage it, take a better picture with Kent in it.

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Kent's phone vibrated in his pocket as he walked from Physics to Calculus. Even in the cold winter, he knew he had to check it.

I hope Laura's alright, he winced as he coded in his PIN. I've seen both of them messed up, but that looked worse than usual.

By the time he got the phone unlocked, a second message buzzed in, and then a third.

The first message was from Laura, a simple, cryptic text.

'Hope you like it!'

That seems cheerful and positive. Maybe she's okay.

The next two texts had come from Bailey.

'Laura says ok'

Kent took that to mean that Laura had decided to sell one of the pictures to him after all, but neither girl wanted to text those exact words to him.

Bailey's second message had already moved on.

'u and me tonight. Finish up. Little talk.'

Little talk? About what?

'kk,' he sent back.

With only two dollars remaining, he wondered what could they talk about. He considered the possibility that Bailey wanted to do some fancy deal or other, but shrugged it off.

What matters is that we all got through these two hundred dollars with our friendships intact, and nobody got hurt.

Kent rolled his own eyes at the thought.

Nobody got their feelings hurt, and probably nobody's ass got stung more than she wanted.

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Bailey came into his room late that night, after dinner, when Carson went out again.

"Your phone?" she asked Kent.

"Uh-huh," Kent held the device out. "Which pic did she go with?"

"Here," Bailey held her phone out to Kent.

"Nice," he admired. "That's the perfect angle for her tits."

"Yeah," Bailey said. "She said your come really cooled her down, so her nipples got hard."

Kent smiled. "Do the two of you actually talk like that?"

"We get pretty practical, honestly," Bailey admitted and made the transfer. "You should have seen her when she was deciding how to get your come on her."

"Was it that exciting?"

"She's never watched porn before," Bailey explained, her expression stunned as she worked on his phone.

"So the two of you watched porn until she found a scene she liked?" Kent's eyes went wider than Bailey's and his mouth hung open.

Bailey nodded, "You should fix the white board."

"Sure."

Bailey took a picture after Kent had changed the debt to two dollars.

"What's that for?"

"Making it official," Bailey said, "So I can show Laur that you paid."

She sent the pic off to Laura and turned to Kent, "Little talk?"

"Sure."

Alright, Bai, what's up?

Bailey took the marker and made three marks on the board.

Kent raised a suspicious eyebrow, "You only owe me two dollars."

What weird scam are we perpetrating now?

"Not really," Bailey said. "You remember the time in the shower?"

"Hard to forget," Kent replied.

Bailey handed him the marker and walked past him to sit on his bed.

"The last 'spanking' we did?"

"Yeah?"

"I don't want to count that one," she folded her arms and glared at Kent.

Bailey gulped, a taste of anger covering up something important.

"Why not?"

"You remember what it was?" Bailey asked him.

"Yeah," Kent said, "You were, y'know, slapping your ass with my cock."

"Right," Bailey said firmly. "I don't think those even count as spankings. I couldn't even feel them."

Kent looked Bailey over carefully.

She's acting like she's offended, but she's lying - or at least not being honest about her feelings.

"So they shouldn't count because they didn't hurt enough?" he asked.

"Right," Bailey agreed. "Think about it. No way is your cock as hard as your hand."

"How about we count all of them as one spanking then?" Kent said. "You must have felt it a little."

Seeing her exasperation, Kent knew Bailey had hidden something from him.

Out with it, Bai. What's the real problem?

"Just don't count it all," Bailey waved him off airily.

"Why not? Whenever your ass gets smacked with anything, it costs money", Kent started enumerating on his fingers, "My hand, Laura's hand, the spoon, the whip or the spatula."

Bailey frowned and squeezed her lips together.

"What's really wrong, Bai?"

Bailey stared up at the ceiling and turned her eyes down again to glare at him.

"I am not a prostitute," she declared, standing up. "You're not going to pay me for jerking you off, and that's all I was doing and I knew it even then!"

Kent took a step back, breathing out an, "Oh."

I think I'd better just agree with her here, Kent decided, never having seen Bailey so ferocious.

He turned to the white board, erased the "2" and replaced it with a "3". When he turned back to look at Bailey, he watched her anger completely deflate, the tension in her shoulders collapsing instantly.

"Anything else bothering you?" Kent asked. "We're about to finish up. I don't want anything left over."

Bailey looked up at the ceiling, thinking carefully. Her eyes came down and she looked past his shoulder at the white board, and smiled.

"No, that's it," Bailey said. "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yeah," Bailey looked him sharply in the eye, "Is there any time where you felt like I ripped you off, put one over on you, tricked you in any way? I don't want anything left of this debt after today, even if it means taking a few extra spankings."

Kent looked up at ceiling, trying to go through every time he'd laid a hand or implement on her ass or Laura's.

"No," he shook his head. "Your asses earned every dollar, as far as I'm concerned."

"Alright, then."

"Alright."

They stared at each other for a moment, eyes locked, neither wishing to move.

"So..." Kent trailed off.

"Right," Bailey nodded and walked over to him until her chest touched his.

"No bra today?" he asked, looking into her eyes.

"Would just be in the way," she said, her voice as calm and smooth as ever.

"I see."

"Since, you know," she looked up at the ceiling and lowered her voice, "I'm doing them all naked."

Kent inhaled sharply, wondering if he ought to try to kiss her at this point. She'd managed one extraordinarily awkward peck on the cheek the night before, but hadn't ventured further.

It would just fail like the last time.

"So?" Bailey prodded.

"So?"

"My clothes," she rolled her eyes.

"They're still on," Kent drawled.

Bailey sighed, raising her arms in the air, "Take them off, then?"

"Oh," Kent shook himself, "You want me to strip you. I thought you and Laur were both into this 'stripper' thing."

"Not today," Bailey kept her arms up.

I guess the shirt goes first, Kent thought, remembering the time she'd blindfolded him. I should feel her up just as much, blindfolded or not.

He circled around behind her and took hold of the front of the hem of her shirt. As he lifted it over her stomach, he kept his hands as flat to her body as he could. Crossing over her breasts, he made sure each of his fingers stroked her nipples before lifting the shirt clear over her head. Bailey sighed as he tossed her shirt aside and slid his hands back down the front of her body. He cupped her breasts a moment, those perky little mounds, and rubbed circles over her nipples with his palms. Kent felt her body waver in his grasp, but she only faded a little backwards, bracing against his body, and stayed on her feet.

Kent's hands reached the buttons of her jeans and Bailey pushed her hips back into him, grinding his growing erection with her cheeks.

She's only had a day, he thought, what's her right cheek going to look like when I get her pants off?

The button came undone in his fingertips and he knelt down to pull her jeans off. She'd worn the white thong underneath, so he got a good look at her ass, her cheeks threaded by the white fabric.

"One fresh and pink," he squeezed the left cheek, "One angry and red."

When he squeezed the right, Bailey moaned.

Not sure how I'm going to do this, Kent examined her flesh. Can the right take any more?

He grabbed her hips and forced her to turn around, the sudden motion causing Bailey to spread her legs a little as she faced him. The transparent fabric of her panties let him see right through to her small, dark triangle of hair.

Above him, he heard her panting impatiently.

I can afford to take my time, though, can't I? Kent thought. This is the end, and unlike the sixty or whatever they did last night, I only get to smack her ass nine times. I guess that means I can go pretty hard. All things considered, she probably wants it that way.

He slid his hands up Bailey's thighs from behind, squeezing both cheeks at once before reaching for her waistband. She held her muscles tight, clutching the thong between her cheeks while he pulled downwards, making him fight a little for her last garment of clothing.

"Wait a sec," Kent said.

"Huh?"

He turned her and himself at the same time until her back faced the mirror she'd left behind.

"Now I can see."

Bailey turned around and saw her own rear in the mirror, the right cheek still red from the night before.

"Oh," she gasped in surprise, tensing up her legs again so the thong of her underwear disappeared completely.

Kent pulled down, forcing her panties from the grip of her muscles, unthreading them from the top down. Bailey moaned as the fabric came free.

Sweet.

He pulled down the front of the fabric and let it drop to the floor, then gently pulled her in by grabbing her cheeks. Turning his nose to fit in against her crotch, he pressed his lips to hers, drawing another moan.

She could stop me now, if she wanted, or tell me to keep going, Kent realized. Without a signal, I'll just have to ask.

A moment later, her hands touched the back of his head, pushing him into her body, his lips pushing into her vulva.

Time to learn a new skill, I guess.

His tongue eased out of his mouth, a short, fluttering movement poking between her lips.

"Ooh!" Bailey yelped, then moaned as his tongue withdrew.

That was... good?

He moved more gently, letting his tongue slide up her slit, from as far down as he could reach, past-