It was the first time I’d left my house in months. It was fully against my will as I’d been extremely depressed since my high school boyfriend opted to break up with me via a basket of cookies made with almond oil that didn’t say they were made with almond oil. And, no, “I knew almonds were important for some reason,” is not a viable excuse for almost killing someone when you were told repeatedly over the three years you dated that almonds and anything flavored or dusted or in the vicinity of almonds could kill her.
It was my nineteenth birthday and my mom banished me from the house as I’d been sulking for about six months following a week long hospital stay because I tried to eat a breakup cookie and actually got it to my mouth before the reaction started. I was still sulking, actually, so my brother and his best friend literally picked me up by my wrists and ankles and carried me out of the house kicking and screaming. Our neighbors looked on as my mom stood on the porch and waved to us as the boys fastened me in in the backseat of the car.
My face was red and I was crying and I heard my mom say to the neighbor, “I swear it’s nothing nefarious, they are taking her to putt putt for her birthday,” with a sigh.
My brother, Wyatt, got into the driver’s sear and his best friend, Ash, sat in the back with me, holding my wrists so I couldn’t unbuckle the seatbelt and get out of the SUV we were in. I was pulling and struggling anyways, pleading and trying to appeal to Ash’s heart, but the motherfucker proved he didn’t have one by sighing and sitting back in the seat completely ignoring me, “We’re picking up Book and Mike too, right?” He asked over my struggling.
Wyatt was smiling as he looked at me in the rearview mirror, “Yeah, Book’s girlfriend, Libby, is coming too,” he said.
By the time we picked up Mike, I had cried myself to sleep on Ash’s shoulder, still sobbing slightly. I heard Ash laugh and felt the weight of his hand run from my scalp and down along my shoulder as he stroked my hair, “Yeah, you guys go ahead, I’ll wake Kai and clean up the dried tears and get her to come in, you know she’s going to want a purple ball so get her set up, Wy.”
He waited until doors slammed then nudged my shoulder, “You can stop pretending to be asleep now, they’re all gone,” he said.
I was pouting as I sat up, “How’d you know I was faking?” I asked.
“I’ve been stroking your hair since you fell asleep, but you just tensed up for the first time since we parked,” he said as he looked me over, “you used to like having your hair stroked when you were upset.”
I nodded, “I still do,” I said, “I just wasn’t expecting you to do it.”
“Why not? I was the one sitting back here with you, it’s not the first time I’ve sat with you while you cried,” he said.
He was right, it wasn’t. I looked away and he grasped my chin and turned me back to face him and pulled out a package of makeup wipes, “Libby gave me these, do you want to clean up the tear streaks and snot or do you want to go to your forced birthday party looking like we’ve kidnapped you?” He asked, a slight smile on his face as he looked me over.
“You did kidnap me,” I shot back.
“Yeah, but you don’t have to look like we did,” he said as he pushed the package into my hand.
I pulled out a wipe and climbed up into the front seat, sitting behind the driver’s seat as I pulled the vanity mirror down and started wiping away the white, dried salt streaks on my cheeks. Ash climbed out of the back of the SUV and stood by the driver’s door, opening it as he watched me, “How about this…if you beat me by at least five strokes by the final hole, I will do whatever you ask me to for a week. However, if I beat you by five or more, you have to do whatever I say for a week.”
“What’s the catch?” I asked, a suspicious tone to my voice as I looked him over.
“You have to stop being such a fucking kill joy for the rest of the night and enjoy your birthday with us. If you don’t at least try to, then win or lose, you have to do whatever I say for a month. You’ve been worrying your mom and Wyatt. Neither one feels right leaving you home alone so they adjust their lives around you staying holed up in your room for months at a time and barely even eating. You’ve gotta stop, Kaya,” he said.
I nodded, “Fine, I’ll try, but I make no promises,” I grumbled.
He smiled and held his hand out to me as I threw the makeup wipe into the trash bag by the front console. I took his hand and he helped me down out of the vehicle and we met up with my brother and his friends in the lobby. Wyatt handed purple ball and a putter and handed Ash a hot pink one. He frowned and looked over at Libby, who proudly sported the pretty dark blue ball.
“Seriously?” He said as he looked around at everyone’s choices, Wyatt had yellow, Book had orange, and Mike had green, “Y’all did me dirty.”
I smirked and gave him the purple ball and took the pink one for myself, “Crybaby,” I said under my breath.
He scowled and lightly hit my ass with his putter, “Takes one to know one, brat,” he said with a smarmy grin.
I smiled, pretty sure it was the first time I’d smiled in months, actually. Before that people were lucky to get a smirk out of me. I grabbed Wyatt’s hand and pulled him out the door as the attendant motioned to us to start our group on the path.
“How are we deciding tee order?” I asked.
“We’ll go by birthdays, starting with yours and circling back around, so Kai, Book, Libby, Me, Mike and Ash,” Wyatt said.
I set up my ball and easily made a hole in one on the first putt. Ash scowled and I smiled as I walked over and retrieved my ball then waited for the rest of the group.
Ash took three putts on the first hole and I smiled bigger as I leaned up and whispered to him, “No half-assing it when you clean my bedroom.”
I took three putts on the second hole and Ash sank it in two. The gentle ribbing and teasing between us as we moved through the course didn’t go unnoticed by my brother. Wyatt pulled me aside while Mike was putting on the eighth hole, “What’s going on with you and Ash?” He asked.
“We made a bet,” I said, “and it looks like I’m winning for the moment.”
Wyatt looked over to Ash, he was staring at the course and working out the little twists and curves along the path, then back to me, “And what did you wager?” He asked.
“The loser has to be at the winner’s beck and call for a solid week,” I said with a smile.
Wyatt ran his hand through his hair and looked to the ground, “I’m not sure this is a good idea, Kai,” he started, but I shut him up quickly.
I looked Wyatt in the eye, “Oh, I don’t plan on losing. Have you seen my bedroom? It is desperately in need of a cleaning and I sure as shit don’t wanna do it.” I caught myself biting my lip as I looked over at Ash. He teed up and sank the shot in one hit. My jaw dropped slightly, a six point lead just dropped by two.
He smirked and ran over to us and leaned down and whispered to me, “Don’t worry, I won’t make you do anything unladylike, little sister.”
Wyatt grabbed his friend’s arm and dragged him away from me, while I shrugged off the tingles going down my spine from the way he said those last two words. The only time he’s ever called me that was when he was trying to piss me off. He knew I hated it when Wy called me that and it irritated me even more when it came from his friends. It felt so diminutive and insulting.
I could see that Wy and Ash exchanged some heated words as I set up on the next tee. I choked as Mike and Book seemed to both take notice of the argument between the two best friends. My ball hit a sloped wall and rolled back towards me, settling about a foot from the tee, fuck. By the time I sank the ball, my four point lead was down to zero.
Wyatt stormed to the tee when it was his turn and he decidedly sliced the ball as it cleared the ramp we were on and took a hard right to the next hole. He ran over and retrieved his ball, embarrassed at his display.. He teed off again and took a deep breath, this time sailing the ball through the course with ease. Ash came over to me and smiled as he watched Wyatt get all worked up again when he saw us standing beside each other, not even talking, just standing there.
We played through the course and by the end of it I was laughing. Wyatt and Ash were back on good terms and we started the last hole with me four strokes ahead of Ash. If I could sink the final hole in two shots, the odds of me winning went up exponentially. Before I set up my ball, Ash came over to me and took the pink ball and gave me the purple one.
“It’s the last hole,” he said, “you should have the ball you wanted since it’s your birthday.”
“You sure you won’t feel emasculated with a hot pink ball?” I asked, a smile lingering just at the corners of my lips.
He shook his head, “It was never about pink being emasculating, it was a bout it being fucking garish to look at and aim,” he said with a laugh.
I took the purple ball and sank the shot in two hits, feeling pretty proud of myself. Wyatt watched closely as Ash came up to tee off. One hit and the ball circled the edge of the cup and curved outward at the last moment. Ash looked oddly sure of himself and took another swing, hitting it a little too hard as the ball bounced in and back out. On the third swing he sank it easily and I tilted my head. He gave me that last stroke I needed to get to five strokes. It was painfully clear to me that he should have sank the hole in one and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done something to prevent it, I just didn’t know what he could have done to make it go so close without actually going in.
Ash put his hand on my shoulder and leaned down to whisper in my ear, “Looks like I’m at your service from,” he looked at his watch, “ten PM Friday night to ten PM next Friday night,” when he pulled away from me we both looked over to Wyatt. My brother seemed relieved and I suddenly wondered what my brother knew to make him so worried about the prospect of me being at Ash’s mercy for a week. He’d never been super protective of me or anything, but he was acting like Ash couldn’t be trusted not to use our bet to his own advantage.
I’ve always trusted Ash. He never gave me a reason not to trust him. In fact, he was often there for me more often than my own brother was. Ash was the one that did everything right when I had the reaction to the cookies. Wyatt panicked and Ash got my epi and dosed me while he yelled at Wyatt to call for an ambulance. If he hadn’t gotten that first dose into me, I wouldn’t have been able to breathe long before the ambulance got there, as it was, I could barely catch my breath when they arrived.
I imagine if I had done more than started unwrapping one of the cookies, I wouldn’t have made it to my nineteenth birthday. I looked to my brother’s friend group and sighed, my own friends were scattered around the country at various colleges. His friends were good to me, they knew I had a hard time making friends because of the restrictions I was under and the limitations it put on their lives. Even Libby adapted an almond-free routine to her skincare and products when Book explained my allergy to her, and she only sees me a few times a month at best. My own friends were careful, but they often didn’t realize how many things almonds, and especially almond oil, was in.
I looked to Wy and Ash, “So what’s next on the kidnapping agenda?” I asked, trying to hide a smile, and that I was having fun now.
“Next is dinner, with a torturous happy birthday rendition from the waitstaff, then we’re off to a movie,” Ash said, “or, we can do whatever you want to do, as long as that isn’t going back to your house and hiding out in your bedroom until both you and it are so disgusting that your mom hires your brother and his best friend to kidnap you so she can disinfect your room for a few hours.”
I glared and sniffed myself, “It’s not that bad,” I said.
Libby put her hand on my shoulder, “It’s pretty bad, kid. I know you’re still upset that your ex cared so little about you that he almost killed you, but your ex was a fucking douche and didn’t deserve you. I have an idea,” she said as she looked around, “Let’s go secure a few hotel rooms for the night and take Miss Kai out shopping for her birthday then spend the night down at Limelight dancing and getting her mind off of the careless asshole.”
“I’m nineteen, not twenty-one,” I said.
She smiled, “You don’t have to be twenty-one to dance, Kai, you just have to be our designated driver.”
I nodded, “I can be down with this.”
Ash looked me over, “She’s going to need more than a scrubbing…it’s early still, how about we go to the Regency downtown? They have a spa and shopping service, and it’s in walking distance to Limelight.”
I pushed him, “It’s not that bad…”
“Have you even showered once in the past six months?” He asked.
I hesitated and he laughed, “Yes!” I snapped, “I have!”
His smirk made me pout. I was a little depressed. I’m allowed to have a rough time of doing day to day things while I get through it. We piled into the car and I sat up front with Wyatt as we made our way to the hotel. “Shopping service sounds expensive,” I said as I looked back at Ash.
“And it’s your birthday, so don’t worry about it, we’ll make it a group thing, my treat,” he said.
“How are you affording it?” I asked.
“I picked up a job as a man whore for rich old women,” he said with a smirk.
I glared.
“My mom’s rich new boyfriend is trying to win me over. He’ll pony up if I tell him it’s to cheer up a sad friend,” he said.
When we got to the hotel Ash set up the rooms, securing us a suite with two bedrooms for all six of us and booked us all a spa package and shopping service to bring us options from local stores that are club appropriate for each of us. Libby stayed with me through the spa, stressing my allergy to an annoying level. They cleaned the rooms before we went in and everything worked out fine, manicures, pedicures, deep tissue massages and body scrubs, perfectly almond-free.
A salon visit was included in the package so we each had our hair fixed and make up applied. They stripped my hair down to a platinum and put in a rainbow of colors through my hair. It was the color and style I’d always wanted and my mom always refused. She was going to kill Ash. I hadn’t said anything about what I wanted, they just did it and I went along with it.
I had fun hanging out with Libby and she seemed to be having fun with me. The shopping thing was weird as two girls basically held dresses and outfits up to us then sighed and threw them down to check the next one. We ended up only trying on two of the outfits and didn’t have much say in either. I ended up in an emerald dress that draped along the neck and had chain straps with flowing fabric down the arms, black high heeled open toed booties and some silver jewelry. Libby wore a tight red micro mini, black pumps and gold jewelry.
I have to say it wasn’t anything like I’d ever worn before and I kind of loved it. As Libby and I were leaving she grabbed my arm, “You have your epi with you?”
I smiled, “It’s in my bag, yeah. I’ve handled this allergy a lot longer than I’ve known you, you know?” I said.
She nodded, “I know, it’s just…it’s easy to get excited and overlook something and you came a long way today already, I don’t want to see you slip back into that funk you were in,” she said as she put her hand on my shoulder.
“I get it,” I said, “I don’t want to get back to that point either, so thank you for helping pull me out of it today.”
We met up with the guys down in the hotel lobby and had dinner in the restaurant, it was the first real food, as in not from a package or box, that I’d had in months and it tasted so fucking good. I had a garlic roasted chicken thigh with mashed potatoes and green beans, very homey and comforting. Ash had a steak, baked potato, and grilled onions and mushrooms. I stole a piece of his mushroom and steak and he didn’t say a word, just smiled.
We all walked over to the club after dinner and it was just a short wait in line before we got in. Ash slid into a hidden booth and Libby went out to the dance floor with Wyatt, Mike, and Book. I slid into the booth for a minute and looked at Ash, “I saw the price tag from some of the stuff that went down today, you just dropped what I was making a year at the book store on one night, what gives?” I asked.
“I’m trying to impress my friends, is it working?”
“Not on me, but it looks like they are impressed,” I said as I nodded to the others out dancing together and with strangers in their new clothes and styles.
“Did you tell them how to do my hair?” I asked.
He nodded, “And picked out the dress, shoes, bag, jewelry, makeup…all of it. Did I do alright?” He asked.
I stood up from the table and looked at him, “Yeah, except the lingerie they sent over, it was so uncomfy I decided to just skip it,” I said.
When I turned to leave he grabbed my hand, “Hey, stay here with me for a minute,” he said.
I looked down at the ground before I turned back towards him, “You threw the game, I won. You have to do what I say, right?”
He smiled, “I am at your complete mercy, Kaya.”
“Come dance with me,” I said as I tugged his hand.
“And have your brother threaten to kill me again?” He asked.
“Is that why you threw the game?” I asked as I sat back down in the booth beside him.
“What makes you so certain I threw the game?”
“You took exactly as many putts as you needed for me to win, it was a little on the nose. What would have happened if I beat you but not by the five strokes?” I asked.
“I might’ve given you a day’s control over me instead of a week’s,” he said, trying to hide the smile emerging on his face.
I leaned over and kissed him and he quickly pulled away from me and looked over towards my brother, who was oblivious and dancing with a pretty blonde, “He doesn’t own me,” I said.
“Your brother’s been my best friend since before you were even born, Kai,” he said.
I ran my hand up his inner thigh, nodding, “And you have to do everything I say for a week,” I looked back towards the dance floor and saw my brother look at us, a slight scowl on his face as I lay my head against Ash’s shoulder. Ash lifted his hands up to the top of the table, where my brother could see them. I didn’t.
Ash groaned as I unfastened his jeans and slid my hand into them, “Kai…,” he whispered as my fingers wrapped around his cock through his boxers. “Kai, please…stop?”
“Are you going back on our deal?” I asked as I looked up at him.
“No…your brother is coming towards us. Just…wait, please?” He pleaded with me.
I fastened his jeans back up and sat there as my brother slid into the booth beside me, “You okay, Kaya?” He asked.
“Yeah,” I said, the blonde he’d left on the dance floor rolled her eyes at him and started dancing with Mike instead.
“Don’t let me ruin your fun, Wyatt,” I said as I looked over at my brother.
The waitress came around and they each ordered a drink and I ordered lime water, which Wyatt stressed my allergy for. I rolled my eyes and mouthed ‘I’m sorry’ to the waitress, she just smiled and nodded.
“So what are you two doing hanging out at a table when you could be out there dancing?” He asked, somewhat accusingly.
“Back down, Wy. Your best friend isn’t going to make a move on me without your express permission and somehow I doubt you’d ever give it to him,” I snapped.
I climbed up on Ash’s lap, intentionally rubbing my ass against the bulge in his pants as I moved over to the other side, “I guess I’ll go dance with a stranger instead of someone I’ve known my whole life and trust so you can maintain your stance as protective older brother.”
I slid out of the booth and went out on the dance floor, looking back to the table occasionally to see Ash staring at me and Wyatt chewing him out for some reason or another. I danced with one douchebag after another, their hands grasping my body and pulling me back against them. They ordered me drinks and I refused them. I knew better than to take a drink I didn’t see poured while around people I didn’t know or trust.
Ash clenched his fists as I watched him watching me as Wyatt scoffed and rolled his eyes.
Fuck this shit. I went back over to the table and climbed in beside Ash, then climbed over his lap and kissed him. He held his hands up, away from my body and I broke away from his lips to look at my brother, “Is this what you were afraid of him doing if he’d won the bet?” I asked, my smirk impossible to hide as I stared my older brother down.
Wyatt looked at me, “No,” he said gently, “you’re an adult, you can fuck around with whoever you want,” as he got up from the table and left.
Ash pushed me off of his lap and slid out of the booth, going after my brother and leaving me in the booth alone.
[Part Two](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/it5roz/a_week_of_slavery_part_two_the_sex_stuff_is_in/)
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