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Chapter 10 - Just A Bit Creative Sex

In another place...

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

Who's calling me now when my shift is almost over? I want to go home and sleep.

"Hello?"

"It's me!"

"Hello, doctor. How may I help you?"

"I have some news. Can you come to my office?"

"What news?"

"About the condition of your . . . ."

"Don't joke with me, doctor. You know how sensitive I am on that subject and there's been no progress in that field for how long; more than a decade?"

"I'm not joking. I need to talk to you face to face as soon as possible."

"All right. I'll be at your office in an hour."

"See you then."

"See you, doc."

At the same time, in Jade's house

Jade's pov

Tori hurriedly enters the house and I close the door behind her. I turn on my heel and follow her into the living room. She looks around.

"Anyone home?" she asks.

"No. My parents won't be home until tomorrow afternoon. My brother is not here either."

"Good. I need some answers and I'm not leaving this house until I get them." she says confidently as she sits on the couch.

I look at her and immediately notice how tense she is. Maybe too tense. She's still squeezing my green folder like her life depends on it.

"Can I get you anything? Some drink, perhaps?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood.

"Skip the pleasantries, Jade. This is important." she barks at me, sounding remarkably similar to me when I had screaming matches with Beck when we were still together. Okay. It seems she woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Crap. Don't be stupid, Jade. There can be only one reason for her behavior. She simply read my articles and now she thinks all the worst about me. Great job, Jade. You've screwed up everything, as always. And now I have to deal with this new Tori. Tori the pissed off dominatrix. Yikes. I wonder who woke that dominating side in her? Was it her mother? Or was that new personality inside her the whole time but it appears only when she needs to control or kill someone? Probably the latter.

"Until I say otherwise I'm talking and you are listening. I'm asking the questions and you are answering them." She says that in the same dominating tone she used that first night at her house. My first instinct is to yell NO! at her but then she adds "Please" in a much softer, pleading tone, like she's transforming from Hyde into Jekyll. That's a surprise.

"Okay. I'm listening." I say and cross my arms, taking a position before her. But then I change my mind and sit on the chair. This situation is already messed up and I don't need her to feel threatened on top of everything.

"This whole business with changing me..." She looks at the folder and then at me again. "You never gave up, didn't you?"

I can't deny anything. The cat's out of the bag now. She has all the evidences right in her hands. Maybe it's better to be honest and hope for the best. Maybe.

"No, I didn't."

"Why? Why couldn't you just let me be me?"

"Because... because I care about you."

"You already said that and I didn't believe you then. But there must be more. The real reason why you did all this. Something that started it all. Am I right?"

"Partially."

"How much?"

Okay, here comes everything.

"Well, I hoped I could explain everything to you a day after the incident at your house. I wanted to make everything clear when we were in the janitor's closet. I was stupid to think it would be so easy but I thought what I did to you at your house would give you an insight of what I was trying to tell you." I sigh. "It didn't. So, yes, you leaving me alone in the janitor's closet and refusing to listen to me in the hospital was the casus belli for collecting the articles I wanted you to read."

"Did you deliberately leave them on your desk yesterday?"

"No, I didn't. My intention was to show them to you eventually, yes, but not so soon. I hoped for us to first become friends, real friends, and then I would talk to you about... about your lifestyle. What happened yesterday was an accident. I wasn't planning that, I swear."

"But you still planned, you hoped to change me!" She says, slightly raising her voice.

"Yes, I did. I hoped you would change your view on some things once you read the articles. You did read them, right?" I answer, not letting myself be intimidated. I have to proceed. It's all or nothing this time.

"Yes, I did. I read them and did much more. In fact, I didn't sleep the entire night."

So that's what caused those dark circles under those red eyes. I hope that means you read the articles through and through, like me.

"And what have you learned?"

"I am confused, Jade. I'm confused as hell. What I saw is so different from everything I was taught." And then she looks down. Is it because I'm ugly and she can't even look at me or... All right. It seems I have accomplished something, even if it was ahead of schedule.

"And did you learn anything from them?" I didn't want this to sound like I'm talking to a first grader but unfortunately that's exactly how it sounded. Tori quickly shots me a nasty look. Oops.

"Maybe. But continue with your story."

"A day after the incident, when you dragged me in the janitor's closet, I wanted to give you my scissors to show you that you can trust me, but you didn't give me the chance. You run away. So I had to make a longer plan, try to explain everything to you step by step. And for that, first we had to become friends. So I made a deal with your sister." It's better not to tell her about the first part of my plan. At least not yet.

"You had a deal with Trina? What kind of a deal?" she asks, surprised.

"She told me all your likes and dislikes, your taste in music, food, movies, everything. That's how I could do everything in my power to make it easier for you here during our rehearsals. Trina didn't mention your kink, of course. Even she is not that stupid, though I hate to admit that."

"And what did you give her in return?"

"All of Beck's likes and dislikes. At least that's what she thinks. Actually I didn't tell her a single true information."

Tori smiles at that. Finally, one ray of hope. But then her expression suddenly darkens. Dammit.

"So what was the real reason for trying to change me? Was it that experience with the BDSM that you mentioned when you kissed me in the janitor's closet?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"I'd like to hear it."

"It's a long, complicated story."

"This whole situation is complicated. I would like it to become clear."

"Ok. Can I have the folder?"

Tori gives it to me and I open it. All the papers inside are still neatly organized. I skim through them until I find the few papers I'm looking for and pull them out. I put them on the coffee table in front of Tori so she can read the titles.

"This case is the reason, Tori."

Tori looks at the papers. An expression of recognition appears on her face.

"I have noticed that case. Mostly because there was more than one article about it, but also because I recognized one of the names."

"What name?"

"The name of the convicted person. Deborah Negovanlis."

"You know her?"

"Yes. In fact, she's one of the few mistresses, aside from my mom, that I know about. But I've seen her only once, and it was a year ago. Maybe even year and a half. I haven't heard about her ever since then."

"Well Tori, we have one more thing in common. I've met her too. I don't know what was your experience with her but I didn't like her. I didn't like her at all."

"What? Where did you meet her? When?"

All right, Tori. It's time to break you out of the cocoon. It's time to let the butterfly fly.

"I had a close encounter with her in San Francisco. I encountered her in a fetish club called The Lotus. The Lotus Club. Like you, she demands absolute control over the sub. But she's taking it to the whole new level. Approximately four months ago, I visited my Aunt Michelle in San Francisco. My Aunt is bisexual, and her girlfriend Sal is living with her. That was no problem with me, my parents always taught me to be open minded. Michelle is an officer of the SFPD, and Sal works in a beauty salon. They had a spare room for me. One night, I think it was two days after my arrival, I went out to see a movie at the theater..."

Author's note: From now on, we're with Jade, Michelle, and Sal, in San Francisco, approximately three or four months in the past.

No one's pov

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Yes?"

"Jade, can we talk?"

"I think I was very clear when you asked me ten minutes ago. NO!"

"You know you'll have to open the door sooner or later."

"Better later than sooner."

"Jade, if you would just let me explain - "

"Later."

"Please, come down. We have potato salad for dinner. I know it's one of your favorites."

"Thank you but I'll skip the dinner. I don't feel hungry. Honestly."

"I think there's some old horror movie on the program tonight. Night of the Living Dead, or something."

"Nice try but you can't winkle me out of this room tonight. And Night of the Living Dead is on the program tomorrow, not tonight. I've checked this morning. That's why I vent out in the first place."

Michelle sighs. She has just run out of excuses and has to admit defeat. Even a cop can't win every battle.

"Okay, Jade. We'll talk tomorrow, then."

"Yeah, maybe."

Michelle abandons the attempt to talk with her niece and walks down the corridor and down the stairs into the living room. A pretty woman in early thirties with the short black hair is sitting on the couch. Like Michelle, the woman is dressed in a bathrobe.

"Well, what did she say?"

"She doesn't want to come out. She can be quite stubborn when she wants."

"That reminds me of someone." the black haired beauty chuckles.

"Sal..." Michelle growls slightly.

"Okay, okay. No need to shoot me. But try to put yourself in her position, Michelle. What she saw... well, she's not a child anymore, she's a young woman, but what we were doing... it's not like she can usually see that every day. Give her time. That was a real bomb that we dropped on her."

Michelle sits beside Sal and puts an arm around her shoulder. Sal quickly puts her head on Michelle's shoulder.

"What would I do without you, Sal?" Michelle smirks.

"Maybe find some less crazy girlfriend?"

"Nah, I think I'll keep you. I don't want someone average, someone normal. Normal is boring."

"I think I'll keep you too." Sal says. She raises her head and gives Michelle a quick kiss before she stands up. "Now let's dress in some average, normal, and boring clothes. Jade's interruption has totally killed my mood for any game."

"Mine too. Oh my God. If she talks with her father about this - "

"Michelle, you say she loves you and you love her. She is your niece. You told me you two always got along. I'm sure she won't talk to anyone."

"I hope you're right."

And then they both go to their room.

Jade's pov

I'm lying on my bed, starring at the ceiling like some lunatic in a straitjacket in an asylum. Do you know what is the only thing worse than catching your parents having sex? Catching your aunt having kinky sex with her girlfriend. I'm not sure if it was even sex. They weren't doing "it" yet, they were just... Well, my aunt's girlfriend, Sally "Sal" Easterbrook, was walking on all fours on the floor while my aunt Michelle was holding the leash connected to Sal's collar. And they were both half naked, dressed in some weird leather bikinis and high heeled boots. Well, my aunt was wearing boots while Sal was wearing shoes. And my aunt was holding a riding crop in her other hand. I also noticed a pair of handcuffs and some red ball with the black strap on the coffee table. Dear God.

I mean, I'm no prude. I learned about sex from a hand-me-down copy of the children's book "Where Did I Come From?" at a fairly young age. My chatty mother has always been open about sex. When I was fourteen, my mom enrolled me in a Planned Parenthood sex education workshop, in which she joined, to supplement my abstinence-only school curriculum. She was an exception to the rule of parents avoiding having "the talk" — or any talks — about sex with their kids.

I've lost my virginity to Beck when we were sixteen and since then we've had sex more times than I can count, though we haven't been so close lately. We're drifting apart. Again. Still, I have considered doing some of the kinkier things, especially after wondering around some darker corners of the internet, but it's one thing to see that on some porn website, and a completely different thing when you see that live, with your aunt and her girlfriend in main roles. I'm not a curious kid who snoops around the house while the parents are away. If they have some home made movies that's their thing. Despite all of my weird interests they respect my privacy and I respect theirs. Since my parents are divorced the chances of me accidentally catching them in the act were non-existent. But I never imagined this could happen one day. With my aunt, none the less. It isn't my fault that I caught them, it's theirs. They should have locked the door. And all because the stupid movie was cancelled because the owners of the theater decide to renovate it. Argh.

What's funny is that there are some sort of "instructions" what to do in a situation like that. First, check if they noticed you, stay calm, take a deep breath, get out as quiet and as fast as you can. And never, ever mention what you saw or did, and move on with your life. But that's exactly what didn't happen.

Second option, if they've noticed you, apologize and exit as fast as you can. But I didn't do that.

Third option, tell them you were looking for socks, wanted to ask them for cash etc. Do not show any emotions or feelings. Take whatever reaction you get- they may just shout "out"- and leave. Keep quiet about the incident and focus on your own life. There are plenty of other things to worry about than their weird sex life.

But I just stood there, like a statue, for a full minute. I could have said "I am sorry" and be out of there. But I didn't. I stood, they stood, and we all looked at each other, too shocked to say anything. It was so quiet you could hear a needle drop. And then I finally said "The movie I went out to see was cancelled. The theater is closed for renovation." And then I turned on my heel and went to my room like nothing happened and locked myself inside.

I know that I messed up. I interrupted them. I am the intruder here. But I can't just not speak to them tomorrow. I'm staying here one more week. But it will be awkward. I can bet on that. Should I talk with someone, maybe ask for advice? No. I don't have many friends and they're, well, more like friends of my boyfriend. I mean, let's be honest. Tori's not my friend, I only tolerate Robbie, no one likes Trina, and Cat's basically a pet. And she's not very bright. Talking about these things to Cat would be like molesting a child and I can't even imagine what would that pervert Robbie do if I told him about this. Or what would Rex do, or say.

And this is my aunt. This is her private stuff. I can't just blab to everyone about this. As for the advice, I know at least one person who would want to help me. Tori Vega. The supremely perky and always optimistic Tori Vega. She is so optimistic that it literally hurts and she's always trying to be my friend. I don't know why I'm really rejecting her advances. Maybe because I am the Goth bitch queen of Hollywood Arts and I want to maintain my reputation. What was I thinking about? Oh yes, could Vega give me some advice in this situation? Probably not. In fact, I'm certain of that. She is Miss Prim and Proper. If she saw what I saw she would probably freak out, maybe even faint on the spot. Sometimes I think she's too innocent for her own good. I'm sure she even still has her virginity. Not because of the lack of boys who would like to get in her panti-underwear. God, I hate the word panties. Anyway, if I wasn't with Beck, even I would be tempted to ask Tori out. This is the 21st century, I'm not ashamed to admit that I like both boys and girls. I just don't flaunt that information in everyone's face, like some moronic attention seekers. I'm all for gender equality but Pride parades are mostly just self-congratulatoty crap. I don't care if someone is gay, straight, or bi. Live your life and let me live my own. Where was I? Oh, with Tori Vega. Mentally, at least. I'm not sure about her sexuality, but she sure is the second prettiest girl in our school. I am the prettiest one, of course. But enough thinking about Vega. Let's get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a very long day.

No one's pov

The next morning, Jade is awoken by the sun rays coming into her room from the window. She pulls the blanket over her head and stays like that for a few blissful moments, not remembering what happened the day before. But then the memory kicks in and she wakes up, with her eyes opened wide.

"Oh my God, that really happened. What to do?" She thinks as she stands up and walks around the room in circles.

"I have to come out. I skipped the dinner yesterday and now I'm hungry like a lion. What time is it?" She takes her pearphone and checks the time.

"7:30. Maybe they're still asleep. I could take a shower and steal some food from the kitchen without anyone noticing me. Okay, here comes nothing."

Jade unlocks the door, opens it and looks into the hallway left and right. There's no one in sight. She silently walks into the bathroom and closes the door. Fifteen minutes later she comes out and walks toward the stairs. Not seeing anyone, Jade walks downstairs and into the kitchen. Just when she opens the fridge, someone shouts "FREEZE!"

Fast like a lightning, Jade turns around and sees Michelle and Sal. Her face devoid of color, Jade opens her mouth but words don't come out.

"Well, well! It seems we have a thief here." Sal says, looking directly at Jade.

"I agree", Michelle replies. "That's a thief, if I've ever seen one." Looking at Jade like a hawk at the chicken.

"And what's the punishment for stealing in this house, Officer West?" Sal asks. Hearing this Jade seem to start slightly trembling.

"The punishment is..." The uncomfortable silence hangs in the air for a few moments. "Breakfast!"

Sal and Michelle laugh at Jade who immediately relaxes. A small smile finally appears on her face.

Half an hour later, after the breakfast, all three are sitting at the kitchen table.

"Jade, I know what you saw was strange but I am still you aunt, you are still my niece, and I love you today just as I loved you yesterday. Nothing has really changed."

"Listen to your aunt, Jade. She's a smart woman. Think of this as catching someone else in bed. It's awkward and embarrassing, but it happens. Life goes on."

For thirty seconds Jade looks at the remains of food on her plate and then raises her head.

"So, you two are into this... what's the name of "that" anyway?"

"It's called the BDSM, Jade." Sal answers.

"And that stands for..."

"Bondage, domination, sadism, and masochism." Hearing that Jade makes a face that basically screams "I can't decide if I should laugh or freak out." Then she coughs and questioningly looks at Michelle.

"So, you whip Sal and - "

"Jade, no. You are misunderstanding everything." Michelle says and looks at Sal, trying to find the right answer.

"Jade, we are not freaks." Sal tells Jade, slightly hurt.

"I didn't say you were." Jade replies. "I didn't mean it... I mean..." And then she surrenders. "I don't know what I mean. I don't even know what to think."

Jade sighs and Michelle speaks.

"Jade, bondage can be an extremely sensual and loving act between two people. Bondage play can appear to be humiliating or violent, but bondage is actually fun! It takes very loving, caring and sensitive people to participate in this type of play. People involved in BDSM truly, genuinely care about their partner's pleasure and well-being."

Michelle stops and Sal takes over. "Couples that practice BDSM are usually more honest with each other and more trusting of one another…more so than in the average relationship. Sex is one of the most difficult topics for a couple to discuss, but not for a couple involved in bedroom bondage because of the amount of open and honest communication they must have in order to play. Even the scariest, and what may appear to be the most brutal, and humiliating scenes are planned out detail by detail from the get go."

"Jade, everything we do is safe, sane, and consensual. Every play is organized safely and effectively. As a result, Sal and I have a rich sex life."

"I second that. To put it bluntly, this is just a bit creative sex. Some people eat bananas and strawberries in bed and Michelle and I do our thing."

Jade still doesn't look convinced. Seeing that Michelle decides to take the bull by the horns. "All right, Jade. You can't live in the cocoon forever. You have to let the butterfly fly." Michelle thinks.

"Jade, I'm your aunt, and a police officer. You know you can trust me, right?" Michelle asks.

"Yeees?" Jade answers. A trace of suspicion is easily detectable in her voice.

"You now the old saying, a picture is worth a thousand words. Maybe it would be easier for you to understand this if you meet more people who are into this. There is a club, a fetish club, where people like Sal and me gather."

Jade can already feel what Michelle is about to say but tries to stay calm.

"It's called the Lotus Club. I would like to take you there. Tonight."

That's it for this chapter, folks. I'll try to write faster. If you have some suggestions what should happen next (maybe some funny scene), or who should appear next, you can send me a PM or leave a review. I can't guarantee that what you suggest will really happen / appear, because the main story line is already decided (yep, right to the last chapter), but I'll take it into serious consideration.

If some of you are wondering if the part at the begging of the chapter is just wrongly copied from some other story, I can assure you it isn't. We are getting more mysteries here (but there is no need to call the Scooby Gang or Agents Mulder and Scully, yet).

Notes:

Night of the Living Dead is a 1968 American independent zombie horror film, directed by George A. Romero. It has been a cult classic ever since.