Cougar House Ep. 012: Model Prisoner

Three days after Margo Needy had reached her comfort zone... a few extra days just to let the boys stew over her true intentions. That, and to give them time to refill their gas tanks before a very long ride ahead. Pure evil, Margo Needy. Pure evil. Don't think they weren't getting frustrated with her. Calm before the Big Bang! She simply waited until everyone was off the same day together. Today was that day.

"Guys! GUYS!" Brian Hancock hurries to the basement family room of the Needy home, where they recently moved in to share expenses and to look after their somewhat friend Elliot's mom. At first neither Elliot nor his mother seemed to suspect their ulterior motives. Nor did the boys at first suspect Margo's own sly motives, so each of them thought, until picked off sexually one by one. Both Eric Crowe, and Heath Talbot knew better, keeping secrets from each other, including Brian and Cabot to let Margo taunt them before the reality that all of their fantasies would come true. They had planned well over the last year to seek and deploy.

"You have to see this." Brian waves for them to stop playing their video game in favor of following him. Deviously plotted by Bri and Margo he rounds the group up and riles their curiosity. They hesitate until he says, "Margo's wearing a reallllly short robe in the kitchen. I'm pretty sure there's nothing but skin underneath."

Without a breath to waste all three roomies Cabot, Eric, and Heath join Brian in quietly heading upstairs to capture a good look at Margo. It wasn't unusual for her to be so open when around the entire group at one time, yet it had been few and far between recently. Of course, they all knew how open she truly was. They had lived in her rented bedrooms for not even two weeks without so much as a hint of skin outside of yoga wear or a measly tank top, so they've said. Once everyone moved in her clothes stayed on unless she hunted mischievously and took them without the other knowing. The Cougar was good like that.

Brian and Cabot at least knew that they had both seen more of her flesh than they admitted to one another, when they brought her breakfast in bed. Brian had at minimum told the others of that incident, nothing more, not even sharing his cell footage of her masturbating as if dreaming. Their friends seeing more than they too shared kept the mystery lingering in the air. Now, she was barefoot in a silky kimono style robe that barely covered her hips and thighs. Margo knew Brian was leading the sheep to slaughter, yet she hadn't heard them, so was moving about without concern in making coffee and toast.

"Holy crap her legs are gorgeous. They look freshly shaved." Eric exhaled through puckered lips while spying around the hallway corner. As if he had never seen or touched them before. In his thoughts he was busting up laughing. If only the others knew the truth. HA! If only he himself knew the truth.

"Do you think she would panic if we just walked in there?" Heath wondered. He too played the game of clueless. He knew what Margo was really like, just as Eric did. The theatrics were for show and to terrorize Brian and Cabot. Eric presuming Heath, Heath presuming Eric. Too much fun. Clueless led to a very erotic dynamic.

Cabot, always the voice of reason puts his palms up to rationalize things, "We can't make her uncomfortable or she'll ask us to move." He knew there would never be that risk, but maintained his story, "We have to behave as if we're not there to drool. Let me go in first. Once she and I talk some, you guys can join us. Don't blow this on stupidity, we've planned our invasion for too long. She trusts us."

"Right." Brian nods, "Not stupid. You should do something to test her without making her think you did it on purpose."

Cabot unbuttons his plaid shirt halfway to reveal a very manly, nearly chiseled chest. With the looks of Brad Pitt, Cabot knew there was a possibility of temptation on her part. Although she sure didn't show much interest of late since their secret pantry love affair. Outside the massaging of her legs and shoulders in cutting up with them even he felt left out. Motioning the guys to wait for his signal he strolled around the corner and casually confronts Margo.

"Morning Mrs. Needy." He doesn't even check her out, merely stepping to the fridge and opening the door. As he ignores her Margo pauses and shyly pulls her cleavage together a bit to conceal stunning breasts. All in the game.

"Good morning, Cabot. Did any of you even sleep last night?"

"Not really. Day off today we all became video game junkies." He decides to pour a glass of milk, stepping past her to retrieve a clean glass from the dishwasher. Standing right next to her he pours his milk. He could tell she was a tad nervous. Not at all, but she gave him that impression knowing full well the other boys were close by. After a lengthy drink he looks at her and licks his milk moustache, "Were we too loud? You know you can tell us to shut up if we overdo it."

"No. Actually, having voices in the house is calming. I didn't realize until Elliot left that I'd miss something as simple as vocal habitation. You boys are fine."

"Good. You know we're here for you if you need anything. I know we say it a lot but, thanks again for letting us rent your spare rooms. I'm sure Elliot feels better knowing you're safe and that you have someone to talk to."

"I appreciate that Cabot. I feel so underdressed." She suddenly acts skittish. Oscar gold Margo. Oscar gold.

"How can you be? I've seen your swimsuit photos. Not much to those micro bikinis." He examines her reaction with a shocked expression which he turns to his advantage, "Aw man! I hope that didn't sound... you know?"

"Like a compliment?" She smiles with a hint of blush.

"It was, but after I said it, I thought it sounded ... I don't know... flirty dirty I guess."

"Flirty dirty? That's so cute." She smirks sheepishly, "You're fine Cabot. I know you're just trying to make me feel comfortable."

"Not working so well, is it?"

"I apologize if I wore so little." She hesitates to know her own rule against saying she or anyone else was sorry for anything was against her better judgment. Even she slipped occasionally. "I really thought I could come down and make my breakfast without anyone catching me." Eric had recommended she do just this via a text. In some fashion they had all instigated this moment. Even Brian who had raced down to report her being in the kitchen. That was after he kissed her good morning and palmed her sucked lightly on breasts.

"It's your house Margo. None of us are going to think badly of you. That robe is kind of cool. Are those rose patterns?" Speaking of rose, her nipples were as rose up as they could get, but again, that was largely due to a quite expensive surgery enhancement to make them absolutely perfect going without a scar even. Those nipples would never ever go down even if her constant thoughts of sex ever silenced. She would die turning on the Grim Reaper. Her doctor was one hell of a perfectionist.

"Cherry blossoms." She looks down at herself and releases her held together cleavage. Unintentionally, she looked up at him over her brows to explore his own reaction. He kept his cool and finished his milk. Hmmmm! She wondered why he hadn't even looked at her cleavage. This was a barely nineteen-year-old young man who was her first conquest, now playing naïve. She knew it was his protecting her planned strategy, but it still felt negligent. She had already suspected by his actions that the others were nearby, his eyes darting toward the entry to the kitchen multiple times. Boys would always be horndogs. He was still respectful. That alone made her relax a bit more. That, and the strong suspicion that they intended to play the game their own way. It was all coming to a head, she was ready.

"Shoot!" He acted guilty suddenly buttoning his own shirt, "I forgot I had my shirt unbuttoned. Sorry."

"Stop that! You know how I feel about that word. No need to be sorry Cabot. You live here now. We both know the boundaries." A subtle wink blind to prying eyes maintained their performance.

"Right! I think. So, I'm cool if I leave my shirt open?"

"Of course. You can even go without your shirt. Maybe not your pants though." She snickers. "Swimwear is ok."

"Dang! I was really hoping to live in my boxers." He chuckled.

"I suppose even those are alright." She shrugs telling herself that she truly hoped they would be bolder in the future once her taunting reached its pinnacle. Men nude in front of other men was always awkward, she would get them to overcome that silliness.

"I'm not sure if I could ever do that. I wouldn't want to embarrass you."

"Any worse than my embarrassing you in this skimpy robe? Or in Brian's truck that day going to Philadelphia?"

"Totally not embarrassed. You can wear less for all I care." He grits his teeth and adds, "That sounded awful too."

"Well, I don't know about that." She smirks nibbling at cold toast. Of course, she would. Lesser than less even. Before Cabot could comment further, his friends barged right in without warning. So much for a signal.

"You going to play GTA or what?" Brian abruptly entered with his arms to his sides. "Oh, hey Margo."

"Boys." She lowered her gaze again pulling her cleavage together expressing shyness. So not shy.

"You look nice this morning. Sleep well?" Heath smiles going to a cupboard and grabbing a bowl, from there to the pantry for a box of cereal.

"Come on dude Margo always looks nice." Eric leans on the island counter across from her.

Brian goes a step further and hops up to sit on the island next to her right hip. "Talk to Elliot this morning?"

"No. It's late over there. We haven't actually spoken outside of texts. We will skype at some point I'm certain." She feels warm all over at being surrounded. Strangely not one of the boys acted interested in her other than mentioning her robe. What was going on? Did they respect her way too much to even check her out? As a model who could easily be a porn star, she knew guys worshipped her every curve. The boys never really teased or flirted all that much anyway when together, only separately, but come on she was wearing way less than usual. Not that she demanded attention every second, yet something seemed odd. Not true, she did. Was her game so influential that they were locked into it?

Hearing her coffee pot beep, she opted to move across the kitchen in front of everyone and retrieve her coffee mug from the counter, before pouring a cup of Folgers finest. From there she opened a sugar jar, realizing it was nearly empty. Sighing, she took a few short steps to a cabinet above the stove. Reaching up into it for a bag of sugar she knew her already short robe crept higher. Without seeing it she felt the silky material reveal a healthy portion of her butt cheeks by half. Wearing a white lacy G-string thong, her band hid well between her butt crack, it was as if she were not wearing any underwear at all.

She shivered knowing that there was no possible way the boys hadn't seen her. Of course, if they, like Cabot, had seen her bikini pics from her days as a model, it would not be any surprise other than the fact it was reality. Come on, they had all seen those dance partners. Refilling her sugar jar, she slides the bag aside and adds two teaspoons to her black coffee stirring it in briskly. Turning her back to the counter she faced them while blowing into her coffee to cool it a bit. Heath merely ate his Fruity Pebbles, Eric looked at his cell. Brian stared off into space as if nothing had even occurred. Cabot rinsed his milk glass and dried it, before putting her sugar back in the cabinet for her. "Huh!" She fidgeted. Good boys indeed. Good actors too.

"Alright boys. What's wrong here?" She sips her coffee.

"What do you mean?" Cabot narrowed his eyes putting his hands into his pants pockets.

"I love the respect you have for me, but I'm not so naïve that you did not catch a good look at my butt just now."

"I did." Brian dared to shrug. "Seen one hot ass you've seen them all."

Eric lifted up from his cell, "DUDE! NOT RIGHT."

"Did you want us to look?" Heath stood with his mouth open mid chew. His game face was spot on.

"It's natural to look. I'm not going to get upset if you make comments now and then. As long as we all know where the line gets drawn."

"Yeah, but you're our friend's mom." Cabot frowns, "Wouldn't that be weird?"

"Can I whistle at you?" Brian chuckles.

"If you want to. That's innocent enough." She lifts her brows taking it without stress. As if one mind all four boys whistled in unison. Smirking she shook her head, knowing they would abuse that the second she allowed it. "There! Get it out of your system."

"You're going to regret letting us do that Margo. We have A LOT to get out of our systems." Heath laughed. Meaning jizz.

"I'll live with the wolf calls. Just behave yourselves."

"Margo?" Brian narrows his eyes.

"Yes, Brian?"

"Can we discuss this boundary thing?"

"Of course."

"Cool. First off, can I say... and I think I speak for all of us... we love you."

"That's sweet. I love you boys as well."

The group grins as Brian continues, "Secondly, we're glad you feel comfortable around us enough to wear that robe."

"Well, I hadn't planned on you boys catching me in it." Of course, she did. Eric grinned at his idea being put in motion, "I snuck down for breakfast before my workout. But yes, I suppose I'm comfortable enough. I did just test you guys by showing off my butt. I knew very well that young boys like yourselves could not be that respectful to even me. Besides... after the trip to Philly..." She left it at that and tilted her chin to sip her coffee, eyes peering over her brow.

"We respect you." Eric acknowledges his own thoughts.

"Good."

"Margo told me I could go without a shirt around her." Cabot brings up, "I'm assuming that's for all of us, right?"

"I can handle that. As I told Cabot, keep your pants on." She laughs posing with big brown eyes. She definitely wanted them to ignore that rule.

"No fair. You're not wearing pants." Brian jests.

Looking down at her left leg which she lifts to realize the truth in that, she smirks, "I guess you have a point. Swimming trunks or shorts is fine. I can't deny any of you that."

"Still no boxers?" Cabot winks.

"You're not wearing shorts, or a bathing suit." Brian points at Margo's bare legs.

"I thought you said it would be too weird to wear boxers in front of me. I gave you permission to do that, didn't I?" She rolled her eyes. "No Brian I believe you've caught me on that one. I'll remember to wear more next time. Somehow I just know I'll never see any of you ever wearing pants again."

"Question." Brian speaks up posing an index finger.

"Ask anything Brian. That goes for all of you. Some I might answer, others perhaps not."

"I better not." Brian fidgets.

"The only way for all of us to coexist under my roof is to get things out into the open and accept my thoughts on it. All I can do is give you an answer to the best of my ability. If it's too personal, I'll let you know."

"When you let us talk you into renting the rooms out, did you worry about living with four guys?"

"A little yes." That was a fact at first until her hormones spoke, "You boys have become like family. Thank you for making Elliot a part of your group, it meant a lot to both of us. I trust all four of you. If I were worried you might let Elliot down, I would not have been open to the idea." Ehhh! Not really.

"No, I mean the fact we're... none of us are fugly." Brian points out with a wave around to each of them, before ending his point on Margo. "You're smoking hot."

"That's sweet of you to say Brian. Now behave." She giggles again sipping coffee, her eyes sparkling at his verbal observation.

"Yeah Dude. Don't get us evicted. I like my new home." Heath grunts.

"No need to worry over getting evicted." She tilts her head side to side almost regretting her pep talk. "Unless of course you overstep said boundaries."

"What exactly are these boundaries?" Heath finishes his cereal and washes the bowl. Margo notes his timely act, it left a good impression on her.

"I love how clean you boys are. I would always have to pick up after Elliot." She shares. As the four young men await her boundary lesson, she mulls it over. "Boundaries should speak for themselves. Respect each other's space, especially mine. I can cope with most anything but, I'll admit I'm still grieving a bit; therefore, I might isolate myself from you at times."

"It's not good to keep things pent up Margo." Eric offers, "We're all ears if you need one... or four. Well, technically eight."

"Fourplay." Brian chuckles then looks spooked, "Sorry."

"Again, the sorry word. Wash that man's mouth out with soap." She giggles not even stressed by the foreplay/ fourplay part. "Thank you all for the offer. You can come to me as well if you need a good listener." Come to or cum on? All four young men thought the same thing at once.

"You better go deep. Explain every single boundary or Brian is going to cross it every time." Eric nods grinning.

"Deeper the better, right?" Brian pushes his luck.

Fanning herself Margo sits her coffee mug on the counter. The image of sex suddenly crept over her rationality. Brian was getting a little too vocal. Yet, she needed to keep an open communication going, knowing her game was in it's final moments. "I'll tell you what. Let me go get dressed and we can all meet in the living room and finish our talk."

"I thought you felt comfortable around us." Cabot scratched his head.

"I do."

"By you saying you're going to get dressed, it sounded as if we were making you uncomfortable."

"It's not anything any of you are saying. I just think standing here in a skimpy robe is only violating said boundary." Tormenting them was so much fun. She knew they wanted her wearing this robe. She wanted to wear less. Soon enough!

"Any worse than what all happened to you at Elliot's going away party?" Heath recalled her belly dancing and her waterlogged dress that was transparent. Losing her belly dancer skirt in front of 25 or more horny young men. The road trip massage where they had her 80% naked on the way home.

"Don't remind me." She snickers. Those images made her crazy inside.

"Meaning you think we're stripping you with our eyes?" Brian sighed.

"I know you are." She laughs pulling her slipped cleavage back together. In her coffee drinking and using both hands to hold the mug she had ignored it fanning open.

"Does that bother you?" Heath studied her.

"That I know you're stripping me with your eyes? Not really. As a model that happened every time, I hit the runway."

"Maybe she's stripping us with her eyes." Brian blurts out wiggling his eyebrows.

"Not helping Dude." Heath defends her.

"Boundaries young man." She leers at Brian with a pointed finger.

"You said we could talk about anything." Brian adds.

"You can. No, I am not undressing any of you with my eyes." That was a bold-faced lie.

"I think what Brian is getting at, is that we want you to be totally comfortable around us even in that robe." Cabot suggests.

"Fine. If it proves a point, I'll keep the robe on. Let's go into the living room and get everything out into the open."

"EVERYTHING?" Brian sticks his tongue out razzing her.

"You know what I mean." She frowns shaking her head, then just as swiftly smiles.

"Can we whistle at you again?" Heath winks.

"I'll try not to let it go to my head."

"It's going to mine." Brian hops down and plays the gentleman by gallantly bowing and casting his arm to offer her escort toward the living room. Coffee mug retained she thanks him with a medium curtsey. Passing in front of him Brian bites his knuckle at his friends who share a silent thumbs up. Margo knew they were watching her wiggle. Eyes rolling as she holds her breath; she tried not to think about the inevitable questions she was expecting to get. Hopefully, they would not get too personal about she and Darryl. As much as she wanted things to progress in an anything goes living environment, she did her best to contain her desires. Four whistles followed her all the way out to the sectional. She shook her head and took a seat toward the middle to access the coffee table for her mug. Cabot and Heath to each side of her, Brian took a seat across from her just in case he got a glimpse up her robe, while Eric plopped down to the far left. Once settled she held her knees tightly closed so as not to share her G-string with Brian. Although her game was in its final moments, she kept her perfected innocence sacred.