Laura smiled as her caressed the rim of her cup with her thumb. “I guessed because I didn’t want you too.” Slowly, she shifted her gaze to the windows again. “And you should’ve helped me, but you didn’t. Why?”
I bit my lower lip and almost drew blood as I contemplated the answer in my head. Should I tell her that I enjoyed watching her being sexually tormented? I lowered my gaze to my clasped fingers and exhaled nervously.
“Because…” I tried to say it but the words wouldn’t form.
“Because you enjoyed watching it.” she finished it for me.
“I’m sorry.” I apologized as stray tear leaked down my cheek.
“Don’t be Layla.” Laura leaned forward and wiped away my tear. “Let me tell you this.” she looked around us to make sure no one was near enough to hear what she was about to say.
“I’m glad you didn’t help me. I’m glad you didn’t call the police or something.” she kept her voice to a whisper that only I could hear. Then, she leaned forward until her lips almost touched my ear. “Most of all, I love being watched by you.”
When she took back her seat, I could see the redness forming on her cheeks. She cleared her throat as she adjusted her crop top. “Shall we go?”
Yes, we should. With all the shouting, tear wiping and whispering, we two were really attracting a lot of attention. Mostly from men. As we left the shop, I wrapped my arms around my sister’s and walked with her.
“Does she know?” I asked quietly, as if fearing my aunt would suddenly pop out of nowhere and hear us.
“No. I didn’t tell her.” Laura blushed redder.
“Why not?” I couldn’t help but ask.
I watched her surreptitiously eyeing around to see if anyone was too close. Finally, she let out a sigh. “Because I was afraid that Aunt Mary might keep you away from me.”
I frowned. Keep me away from her? Wasn’t that what Aunt Mary had been doing those past few days? Keeping me away from Laura. Or more accurately, keeping Laura away from everyone else.
“Then, you might not be able to watch anymore.” she added nervously.
I turned away from Laura as I felt my face heat up. God, I must be glowing like a brake light now.
We kept silence as we walked aimlessly around the mall, not knowing where to shop. After walking about a mile, we finally settled on a public bench as we both were too worked up to shop at all. I was as curious as a bloody cat with nine lives to spare. And Laura was obviously dying to share those details to me like a girl whom just had her first kiss or something.
I wanted to know more about the weird relationship between our aunt and Laura. I wanted to know why Laura wasn’t running to the nearest police station to report an abuse. She was certainly afraid of our aunt. Yesterday’s plate breaking incident proved that much.
“There was no interview, right?”
“No.” Laura shook her head slowly.
“The thing about psychology, that’s a lie too, right?”
“I think you know the answer.” she scrunched up the hem of her crop, revealing even more of her skin.
“Then, where are you going in four days?” I asked as I put my hand on hers.
“To uhm…” she hesitated as though she was contemplating on whether to tell me or not. Finally, she seemed to relent and said, “a club run by one of Aunt Mary’s friends.”
“A club?” I cocked a brow. “What sort of club?”
“Aunt Mary told me not to tell anyone.” she lowered her head.
“Come on, Laura. I already know this much.” I nudged her.
“Promise you will not tell Aunt Mary that I told you.” she whispered.
“I promise.”
“Okay. Well…it’s uhm…” she looked around like a paranoid thief, “a BDSM club.”
“What?” I couldn’t have shouted any louder and dozens of people turned to us.
“Shhhhh… keep it down, Layla.” she shrieked. “So you know what it is?”
“Of course I bloody know what it is.” I hissed frantically. “So what? You are going to be some sort of sex slave.”
That’s way overboard. I couldn’t believe Aunt Mary, the woman whom had showed us care in place of our parents, would actually sign Laura up to be used like some sex dolls by others.
“No no no. Nothing like that.” her face grew red. “I’m going to be a waitress there.”
“A waitress?” I eyed her skeptically.
With revealing bunny suit and bow tie that practically says fuck me? I thought to myself.
“No. It’s not what you think, Layla.” she stressed. “It’s a proper job with salary and employee benefits.”
“But it’s…” I looked around us to make sure no one’s around. “…it’s a BDSM club.”
“Yes. But I’m not the subs. I’m only going to work there, serve drinks and whatnot. The club has strict policy. Patrons cannot engage in any sexual interaction with the employees without the employees’ consent.”
Employees’ consent? I cocked an eye at that statement.
“Besides, they usually bring their own subs.” Laura added quickly, trying to distract me from the aforementioned statement of hers about consent.
“And why do you have to stay there? Is it far away?”
“It’s not. It’s ten miles from our home.”
“Then why can’t you stay at our home then?”
“It’s more convenient that way.” she said timidly.
“Convenient? It’s only ten miles away. I’m sure Aunt Mary has no trouble fetching you to and from work.” I argued. I didn’t want my sister to leave our home if she didn’t really have to.
“It’s not that.” she blushed brighter.
It took me a while to get what she really meant by convenient. Convenient to have her bound and fucked at all times without me being there to ruin the fun. And when I got it, I rolled my eyes. “Don’t tell me Aunt Mary work there too.”
“She owns half the place.” Laura smiled. “We never did know what Aunt Mary does all these while because she doesn’t have a job. At least not a real job that normal people do. She’s a dominatrix at that club.”
“And you are her sub?” I snapped.
Laura didn’t reply. She merely nodded in embarrassment. Oh god, this was so utterly wrong at so many levels. Yet I wasn’t angry because of that. I was angry because Aunt Mary and Laura were leaving me out of their secret life. Nevertheless, I quelled my envy as there were more questions to ask.
“Why Aunt Mary did those things to you?” I asked. If I asked anyone that question the answer would have been because she a sick perverted sadist. But I knew Aunt Mary. No matter what we did wrong in the past, she would reprimand us the way normal parents would. Grounded, disconnecting the internet, sending us to our rooms…that sort of things. Something must have gone pretty bad for Aunt Mary, whom all these while was both a father and a mother figure to us, to do something so…for the lack of a better word, unconventional.
Laura let out a nervous laugh and then lowered her head. The hem of her crop top was at the verge of tearing as she scrunched her fingers tighter.
“She uh…caught me doing meth.” she muttered so pathetically soft I could barely hear her.
“What?” I hissed in disbelief. My sister doing meth? That’s way above what I had assumed she had done. I thought she was caught having sex with some guy on the street after a few gin and tonics.
“And she found me in this house. It belongs to one of the junkies. I didn’t remember his name. I don’t think anyone remembers anyone there. Aunt Mary tracked my phone, went to that house with a few big men and dragged me out of there.” she explained regretfully.