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With about two months left before I had to move in, I decided to borrow Kelly's minivan for a couple of days and go get furniture for my room at the condo. When I'd told Constance about that, and tried to find time to do it, I had been told by her to bring Grace and Marie up with me, and that Jimmy would be going along with me to the furniture store as a chaperone, and her representative.

The day had come, and with Grace, Marie and the rented carpet shampooing machine now safely at the Condo, Jimmy and I were finally able to go and do the shopping we needed.

The drive was uneventful, and awkwardly silent, so I tried to make conversation, Jimmy and I had never been really close, but given that we were both towards the bottom of the family hierarchy, we were close enough that we didn't care about status. "So, Jimmy," I said, "how have things been with Janice and the baby around?"

"Terrible. I've had to teach her just about everything, and at night either she's drooling on me, or the baby is waking all three of us up, so I get even less sleep than usual, and Rupert isn't around too much since he's playing 'which will is best will' with his relatives." He replied, "Also, since Mistress is worried I might be interested in Janice, she's got me wearing a cock cage so I won't end up ruining Janice for Rupert."

"I take it you're not attracted to Janice then?" I said.

"If I can just say this frankly, I'm not really attracted to pancake butt, and it's hard to get it on if the bedroom smells like milk." He paused for a moment, straightening out the skirt of his sundress, "I mean I'll do her if Mistress or Rupert wants me to, but she's not my ideal partner at all, unlike your sisters."

"So you really did luck out when Mom and Dad bought you, huh?" I said, trying to hold back my laughter.

"God yes." Jimmy replied. "I mean yeah, people look at me oddly because of the maid uniform, but Mistress has been very good to me, even with her quirks, and, well, all of your sisters are wonderful people."

"Even Anne?" I asked absentmindedly while trying to navigate the downtown maze.

"Yes." Jimmy said without a second's hesitation.

"Really?" I replied.

"Of course. Sure, she might be as prone to mischief as her mother is," he explained, "but she's mostly just lashing out from frustration than anything else at this point."

I nodded in agreement. "Has Grace said anything to you recently?" I asked. "I think she's getting jealous of Janice, even if she is finally pregnant."

"Nothing specific," Jimmy replied, "but I can definitely see it in how she's been acting. Grace doesn't know how to respond to another female slave in the household that isn't related to her, Marie excluded, and it's something I'd blame your mother for. Grace and Constance never got a chance to internalize the rules and norms of behavior they need in that situation, and well, Janice isn't helping anything since she just doesn't know any better. That's all before getting to baby Kat. Truth be told, I can't wait for you and Marie to move in so that Janice and Kat can just sleep in the slave room full time, and it'd be easier on Grace than seeing the person she sees as an interloper sharing a bed with her sister and lover."

"Huh. I guess I didn't see it like that." I replied, "but you do know Marie isn't really going to spend that much time sleeping with her sister, given how attached she is now, so you're probably stuck with her till January."

I think that was the first time in my life I heard Jimmy swear, and using exceptionally rude words at that.

We pulled into the parking lot, and very quickly found a space, before making our way up and into the store. Really, going shopping at noon on a Tuesday was amazing.

We stopped in at the cafeteria to get some lunch, and right after we had sat down, a tanned brunette girl in a blue shirt and skirt ran over, followed by an anxious looking giant of a black girl in a sleeveless crop top and jeans, carrying a large-for-her purse.

"Mistress!" the black girl said anxiously, "Please don't just run off like that. What would I tell your fathers if something happened to you?"

"Honesty," the brunette said as she looked at the black girl, "I know it's your first time in the city without my parents, but no-one is going to kidnap someone in a furniture store, and if I slip, I slip. Anyway, this isn't the place." She then turned to face us. "Hi Jimmy, who is this?"

"Miss Rebecca," Jimmy said, simply gesturing with his hand, "this is Steven Petersen, my Mistress' little brother. Master Steven, those two are Rebecca and Honesty Brown, who are freshmen on Rupert's floor."

"Nice to meet you Rebecca," I said.

"Nice to meet you Steven, and you can just call me Becky," The brunette said as she took a seat at our table, "So I haven't seen you around before, so where are you staying?"

"Oh, I start in the fall, so I haven't really moved up here yet," I said, "but I'll be staying with my sister."

"Interesting." Becky replied. "Do you mind if we join you for lunch?"

Honesty seemed to be getting a little impatient and annoyed, but did a good job of hiding it. "Sure," I said, "I wouldn't actually mind it at all."

Becky pulled her wallet out of her pocket and handed it to Honesty when she turned to look at her. "Go get me a chicken salad and a bottle of fassbrause, plus whatever you want."

"Yes Mistress." Honesty said, before she set off for the line.

"Anyway, now that she's gone, Jimmy, Steven, I've got something of an issue." Becky said, "Y'see, Honesty is getting a bit antsy because she hasn't gotten any in a while, and all she's been doing is eating me out. So, would it be possible for one of you to well, do her right? She's the sort of girl who needs it regularly, and it's something I just can't do, especially with my back."

Jimmy shrugged. "Miss Rebecca, it's something you would have to ask my mistress about."

At about that point, I noticed Honesty standing above her mistress with a rather angry look on her face. "Mistress, you are unbelievable. I leave you alone for five minutes, and you're propositioning men on my behalf? What would your mother think of this if she were here?" She said, "Also, I came back because I didn't know what kind of salad you wanted. Do you want the Chicken Caesar, a Greek Salad, or the Cobb?"

"The Cobb." Becky replied, ignoring the outburst. "Oh, and get me a slice of chocolate cake."

After that, when Becky was sure Honesty was now stuck in the line, she continued. "See, It's like I said. She's all wound up because she's sexually frustrated, and needs a good roll in the hay to loosen her up a bit."

"So why are you asking us?" I said, as I speared a meatball and dragged it through jam.

"Because I trust Jimmy, and well, the selection in the dorms isn't great by any stretch of the imagination." Becky replied, "Besides, you're pretty yummy yourself."

"...Thank you," I replied awkwardly.

"Really, if I wasn't more focused on ensuring that Honesty gets what she needs, I'd make a pass at you myself." Becky continued, making the situation just a bit more awkward and uncomfortable than it had been before she spoke.

"So, um," I said, attempting to change the subject, "what brings you all the way out here? It's a pretty long distance from campus."

"One of the hampers tore, plus I accidentally put a hole in my bedsheets last night." Becky replied, "Also, it's a chance to get away from campus, and the other people in the dorm, even if it meant taking the trolley out past the port."

"Fair enough. Do you need a ride back?" I responded, as Honesty returned with their food.

"It'd be great." Becky said without a moment of thought.

Honesty handed Becky her salad, cake and drink without a word, and then sat down with her own lunch, a wrap, a bowl of fruit, a glass of water, and a slice of chocolate cake.

Becky looked over at her slave's meal before speaking. "Did I say you could have cake?"

"No," Honesty said before looking down, "But when you get cake you always let me have some."

"No buts. You've been just a bit too mouthy for cake today." Becky said, before looking over at me. "Steven, do you want cake?"

"Sure," I said, even as I considered how much I already had left before me, with the meatballs and mashed potatoes still left.

Becky then slid the confiscated slice of cake over to me, and deciding I'd rather risk Becky's wrath than feeling sick to my stomach for the rest of the day, I immediately passed the cake back to a very unsurprised looking Honesty, or well, if she was just that stoic normally.

"Thank you Mister Petersen." Honesty said, before looking over at Becky. "Mistress, I think this one passed."

"You would be the one to say that." Becky shot back, smiling.

"I passed?" I said, entirely confused.

Jimmy shrugged. "Master Steven, It's a game they play." He said.

"Huh." I said with a shrug as everyone else dug into their food.

Becky swallowed a bite of her salad. "Yeah, the cake thing is just something we do." She said, "It's something my fathers told me about, and it's a pretty good test of character."

"Ah," I replied, "that makes sense."

"Also, it's an excuse to give Honesty more cake." She said, "because she likes it, and well, I like to keep her all fluffy and cuddly, like a teddy bear, but not too fluffy, you know. I like enough there to cuddle, but not so much that she's visibly pudgy."

I glanced over at Honesty, who simply ate quietly. Next to her, Jimmy nodded sagely.

"Anyway," Becky said, "Why are you two here?"

"I need to get everything for a bedroom." I replied.

"Mistress sent me here to restock on end tables, and to keep him from bringing something hideous into her home." Jimmy said before turning to me. "Like that couch you were eyeing in the lobby."

"The creamsicle one?" Honesty asked.

"Yes," I said, "and I don't get why you have something against it, because it's an awesome couch."

"Oh yes." Becky replied, as her eyes lit up, "I love that couch."

Jimmy shuddered. "Congratulations Master Steven, there are two of you." He said with a mimed look of horror. Honesty laughed at that, and both were immediately subject to glares from Becky and myself.

Afterwards, we ate in silence, occasionally broken by light banter and dirty jokes before continuing on to shop.

By the time we'd reached the the bedrooms section, I'd already picked out pretty much everything else I'd needed to furnish the room, although with Jimmy and Becky providing their opinions, things did get a bit odd and heated at times. Beds though, beds were a different story.

"Steven," Becky said as she sat down on a bed, "you really should get that flip-up frame. A queen is big enough, and well, it's got tons of space for things underneath. My mother keeps the spare linens under hers."

"Master Steven," Jimmy said, as he opened the bed, "my only concern is if that bed is Marie-proof, so drawers might be a better option."

"Marie-proof?" Becky said as she fell back on the bed.

"My slave-girl." I replied, sitting down on the bed across from the one Becky had chosen, "She's a bit, well, lost at times, and is still adapting to a lot of things. Like trees."

Becky laughed and tried to sit up, struggling briefly before finally giving up. "Honesty, help me up," she said, forming her arms into an A-shape. With practiced ease, Honesty grabbed her mistress' wrists, and pulled her back up.

Becky groaned as Honesty reached into her purse, and handed Becky a pill bottle. Becky then opened the bottle by pressing down on a lever, and in a practiced motion, shook a few pills out, swallowing them dry, and then shutting the bottle while handing it back to Honesty.

"Thank you Honesty." Becky said, before looking over at Jimmy and myself, and rubbing the back of her head. "Sorry about that. My back just decided to give out there."

"Don't worry." I replied, "I've decided on a bed anyway, so we can just go after we get that. I'll get everything else some other day."

"You don't need to do that for me." Becky countered, "I'll be fine in five minutes."

"I need to see how the bed looks in the room first anyway." I said as I stood up, and moved to finish writing everything down to pick up the bed.

Becky was soon standing and stretching, as Honesty watched over her like a hawk. "If you get some bedding as well, and Honesty and I will help you christen the bed." Becky said before she licked her lips.

Jimmy just started laughing as Honesty's expression went from worry to silent loathing. I stopped for a minute to think about the brunette's offer, and decided that after listening to the stories Constance and the girls had been telling her, Marie was probably already stewing in her own juices and would be absolutely ravenous when I got back anyway. "Sure," I said, "why the hell not."

At that moment, Jimmy kept laughing, as Honesty's jaw dropped open, and Becky ran over to hug me. "We're going to have so much fun tonight." she said with a smile.

After that, our shopping recommenced with newfound vigor, and less than an hour later, we found ourselves piled into the minivan, with a disassembled king sized bed frame, a rolled up foam mattress, three pillows, a set of bedsheets, the matching tie-downs for the sheets, a hamper, a table lamp and exactly five lime green and two pink flat-packed end tables scattered about the cabin (mostly taking up the driver's side two-thirds,) while we found some way to squeeze ourselves in. I drove, and Becky rode shotgun, while Jimmy sat in the second row and immediately started texting someone on his phone when he sat down, with Honesty being squeezed in the far back and looking all the worse for wear.

After we got on the road, I noticed that Becky had turned the seat warmer on while looking around at a light. "Aren't you uncomfortable like that?" I said.

Becky looked around for a minute before realizing what I'd asked about. "No, I'm fine," she said, "It's really helping with my back, since my arthritis is acting up today."

"Arthritis?" I asked. The light turned green, and we took off again.

"Yeah, I've had arthritis since I was six." Becky responded, "It's why my fathers got me Honesty, who has been my adorable little helper and friend for the last decade. It's not like they could afford to get me my own personal slave if I didn't need her."

"Ah," I said, "Wait, fathers? Honesty kept mentioning something about your mother being disappointed in you."

"My legal parents are gay and my mother is their slave. When my fathers decided they wanted kids, they figured it'd be faster and cheaper for Dad to just knock her up and emancipate the resulting boys instead of doing something more involved, or adopting." Becky said coldly before switching to a more cheerful, yet oddly menacing tone, "As a result of that, I'm a freedwoman. I hope you don't have a problem with that."

I swallowed, and hoped the traffic would thin out so we'd be back home sooner, "No, I don't." I said nervously, "I don't mind it at all. But you said they were planning on only freeing the boys, so how did you?"

"I was just that cute." Becky replied smugly, "Also, the arthritis and ADHD kinda helped them make that decision. It was kinda hard to learn to call them Daddy and Papa instead of Master though. That took a while."

The four of us piled in the particularly tacky elevator, and when the door closed, and I had pressed the right button, Jimmy spoke in that formal, gentleman's gentleman sort of way he did when he needed to correct someone. "Miss Rebecca, while the interior decoration of the condominium is certainly luxurious, you should probably avoid expressing it so openly." Jimmy said while holding a shopping bag in each hand, along with his purse, "Most of the people here are trash, new money or both. For instance, Mistress' next door neighbor is the Bursar's kept man, and the eastern penthouse is mostly used to shoot pornographic films."

"Really?" Becky said. Jimmy nodded, and the elevator stopped on the fifth floor, as we then exited onto the landing in front of our door.

As Jimmy unlocked and opened the front doors, I spoke. "While I assume Constance knows about the studio, has she told mom and dad?"

As soon as I'd finished speaking, I was tackled by a black and white and blonde blur that was practically screaming "Welcome home Master!" in the most respectful tone she could manage. I dropped my bag of pillow (it really did just hold a single pillow) to grab her, and took her into a hug.

"Well Marie, did you have a good time with your sister today?" I said, and my smiling slave-girl simply nodded in response. I then spun the two of us to face Becky and Honesty, who at this point seemed to be completely out of their depth.

Becky was the first to speak, as she recovered her wits, "Steven, is that who I think it is?"

I nodded. "Becky, Honesty, this is my personal slave, Marie." I said, "Marie, those two over there are Miss Rebecca Brown and Honesty, and they're going to help us with the bed."

Marie immediately wormed herself out of my hug, and curtseyed towards Becky.

"She's adorable." Becky replied, as Honesty simply looked forward and sized up the competition.

Shortly after I passed my bag off to Marie, and the five of us entered the foyer, Constance rounded the corner, holding a lowball glass half-full of what was probably Talisker.

"Constance, meet Rebecca Brown and Honesty," I said, "Rebecca, meet Constance Petersen, the only active porn star in the Social Register."

Becky laughed as Constance frowned. "Oh, her." Constance said before taking another sip, "I think we're acquainted. Anyway, the Condo Association is meeting in a few minutes, so I should be going. We're deciding what color to paint the building this year."

"Hence the whisky?" Becky asked.

Constance only nodded before speaking. "You two do what you will, just don't fuck on the porches until after sunset or in my room ever," she said, "and there's a box with newish condoms and lube in the laundry room between the first aid kit and the spare restraints."

Constance then left, and we continued in to do the meet and greet before beginning to work on moving everything from the van upstairs to my bedroom, and then assembling it, as well as laundering the new sheets.

Even with the fact that Jimmy, Honesty and I were the only remotely mechanically inclined people in the room, assembly of the bed went pretty quickly after the others were exiled to the living room. Really, it was pretty easy to go through the whole process when the only distraction was Marie's cat-like wailing on the other side of my bedroom door, so it only took like an hour.

After the bed was assembled, and the mattress and pillows placed upon it while waiting for the sheets and straps to dry, we sat around the living room and waited for dinner to arrive while watching the game on TV.

Or, well, some of us were watching the game. Grace was too busy cuddling up with Jimmy to pay attention to anything else while Marie did the same to me, and the baby was asleep in Janice's lap as she leaned up against a reading pillow on the floor, eyes glued to the screen. Meanwhile I was trying and failing to ignore the fact that Becky had her hand in Honesty's pants the entire time, while still managing to complain about the referee's decisions, and sitting right next to me.

Really, watching a panting Honesty try and squirm away from Becky's hand was kinda funny, especially since Becky seemed to be getting indignant about the whole thing. "What?" Becky said looking over at her flushed and squirming toy, er, slave, "I thought you liked it when I itched your ditch. Are my fingers too cold?"

"Mistress, ah," Honesty exhaled, "it's not that I don't like it, it's just this doesn't seem to be the right place for it. But if your fingers are getting, ah, stiff enough that they need to be warmed, ah, up, I'm sure there's other ways I could do that ah for you."