Harem House - Selene Pt. 17

Selene frowned until she looked at Arthur. Arthur smiled at her, and she smiled back, forgetting everything wrong with the world. Master was happy. He was pleased with her. That meant the world was okay, and everything about it was as it should be.

"I was hoping we could do Odd Couple in the spring." Arthur suggested when the topic finally came up.

"Absolutely not." Yvonne said sharply. "We're doing Spamalot."

"Spamalot?" Selene piped up. "But there's only one female role in Spamalot."

Yvonne did not acknowledge Selene's response but looked at Maria, Mark, Brad, and Caleb, each in turn in a quick sweep of the room. "We always do a musical in the spring. Musicals in the spring and plays in the fall."

"But-" Arthur tried to protest.

"That's how things are." Yvonne said sharply. "We're not going to throw convention to the wind just because you feel like trying something weird and.... And... unconventional!"

"Oookay." Arthur hesitated. He looked around the room and saw that everyone else seemed to be on the same wavelength he was. "Are we still talking about-"

"We're talking about Spamalot." Yvonne spat. "And securing the rights for it so we can do it in the spring."

"So we haven't gotten the rights for it yet." Arthur concluded. "That means there's still time to-"

"We're not doing Odd Couple!" Yvonne yelled.

Arthur looked surprised but hesitated to make a rebuttal. Selene could tell he wanted to say something. He was getting frustrated. He had that look in his eye that she'd only seen a few times before, the look that he was about to give in and raise his voice back at someone who was treating him poorly. She put her hand on his forearm and shook her head when he looked at her. He cooled instantly.

"Okay." Arthur said. "But Spamalot isn't going to work either. So what do you guys want to do in the spring?" He asked the table.

"Why won't Spamalot work? Everyone likes Spamalot. It's a great show. Monty Python and the Holy Grail but with more singing and dancing." Yvonne explained.

"Yes, I'm familiar with the show." Arthur said coldly. "It's also a large male cast, which we don't have the numbers for and a solo female lead. Do you really want all that competition?"

Yvonne scoffed as if the idea that someone else might get cast as the Lady of the Lake was such a laughable concept. "We can cast women as some of the knights." She shrugged. "The costuming can hide a lot of people's figures."

Selene glared at her.

"I was going to suggest-" Mark started but immediately shut up when Yvonne glared at him.

"You were going to suggest...." Caleb prompted Mark with a nudge.

Yvonne turned her glare on Caleb, who laughed and waved her off. "Don't even try that queen bitch glare at me, Diva Queen." Caleb mocked her. "I invented that."

"Addams Family." Mark supplied. "They made a musical version of it that I think is pretty great, and it's got a big cast, but not too big, diverse, with enough spotlight for everyone. Everyone gets their chance to shine."

"I like it." Caleb nodded. "Dibs on Fester." The table laughed. Caleb was a bit rounder than the other guys but not obese. He was not a fashionista in the slightest, but he was obsessive about his thick dark hair that Arthur assumed took him an hour every day to get set just so. The idea of Caleb wearing a bald cap, or shaving his head, was almost as funny as seeing him in one.

"Who would direct?" Arthur asked.

"I thought we could ask Professor Bright. She did a good job with the last musical." Mark followed up.

"I like the idea." Maria threw in her two cents. "I know it's not Odd Couple or Spamalot, but it's still hilarious, with a touch of heart."

"Brad? You've been quiet." Caleb pointed out.

Brad was the head tech guy behind the scenes. If the technical aspects of the show were too much for their current capabilities, Brad would be the one who would know. So they all looked to him for guidance.

"I have no objections to any of those shows." Brad shrugged as he looked up from his phone. He glanced at Arthur and then went back to his phone. "We have the money for the rights for any of them, right?"

Selene nodded. "Yeah."

"How many performances?" Caleb asked.

"Four, right?" Arthur asked. "Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and the Saturday matinee."

"Okay." Caleb made a note. "All in favor of the Addams Family Musical?" He asked and then looked up to see the show of hands.

Mark, Maria, Brad, Caleb, Arthur, and Selene all had their hands raised. Yvonne was the only one who left her hands down. She huffed in defeat as Caleb made the note.

"Good idea Mark. I hadn't thought of that one." Arthur admitted.

"Thanks." Mark smiled. "I look forward to competing with you for the lead." He joked.

Mark, like Arthur, was in his physical prime and handsome. He was skinnier than Arthur was, whereas Arthur was more muscular, and in Arthur's estimation, Mark was a slightly better dancer, depending on the style.

Arthur laughed, and the general attitude of the room was much improved, except for Yvonne, who still seemed pissed off. The others, however, had gotten over letting her mood affect theirs, and when the meeting concluded, they all packed up their stuff. Yvonne was the first one out the door.

"Congratulations, by the way?" Maria offered Selene as they all gathered up their things. "I'm not sure what the right thing to say here is, but I know you've been crushing on him for a while."

Arthur smirked and looked at Selene, who blushed and smiled back. "Thanks." She said.

"So, how did it happen?" Maria asked. "How did you two get together?"

"Oh, well..." Arthur started but stopped, unsure how to answer.

"I asked him." Selene admitted. "So we had dinner, decided to fool around to see what came of it, and we both did. A few times, actually."

Mark choked on something he wasn't drinking and coughed as Caleb patted his back. Brad outright chortled, and Maria looked startled but laughed politely. Selene was the spunky one, but she usually kept her comments pretty clean around this crowd. To hear her make a sex joke threw them all for a loop.

Arthur scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, that pretty much covers it." He admitted.

"And how did... the rest of them happen?" Maria asked curiously.

"Oh, well..." Arthur started. "Kelly, I asked out, but she wanted to keep things casual, and I agreed. Kat also asked me, and that's definitely more of a casual thing."

"Kat, as in, your sister?" Maria asked Selene for clarification.

"Yep!" Selene said happily.

"No way." Brad scoffed. "You're dating sisters?" He asked Arthur. "And you're happy about it?" He asked Selene.

"Of course." Selene nodded. "It was my idea." She shrugged. "Kat needed someone to make her happy, and well, I had a great candidate sitting right here. I like seeing them both happy." She explained.

"I get that." Mark said with a nod. "Still must be kinda weird, though."

Selene shrugged. "I guess, but everything is only as weird as you make it, right? I'm sure musical theater is weird to most people, but we love it."

No one in the room could argue against that point, given how much they all loved the theater, but they had all had at least one experience with someone who didn't see the appeal.

"So you're..." Maria looked at Arthur, who looked back at her expectantly. "Intimate, with all of them?"

Arthur smiled and shrugged. "A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell."

"So why don't you tell us?" Brad quipped, which caused the others to laugh and start their exit. Mark and Maria walked hand-in-hand in the opposite direction, but Brad and Caleb walked with Selene and Arthur toward the door.

"Seriously. I think it's awesome, man." Brad nudged Arthur with his elbow as they walked. "You gotta teach me how to swing it. I want multiple girlfriends."

"No, you don't." Caleb scoffed.

"Sure I do!" Brad called back.

"Brad, you dated that chick from your Spanish class for three weeks, and you did nothing but complain about how much attention she wanted all the time. No way in hell you can juggle more than one girl when you can't even make time for one of them."

"That is a good point." Arthur said sagely. "Time management is a must."

Brad shook his head. "Whatever, Man." Then he looked at Selene, and for a moment, she wasn't sure she appreciated how his eyes lingered on her body. However, he lifted them to her gaze and had the decency to look as though he were caught. "If you ever want to upgrade..." He smirked. "You have my number."

Caleb scoffed.

"What?" Brad challenged him.

Caleb shook his head. "I didn't say anything."

Brad smirked, and the four of them left the art building behind. They said farewell as the paths split off at the quad, and Arthur and Selene headed toward the parking lot where the car was. Arthur had, for some reason, decided to park all the way on the other side of campus, where hardly any cars at all were parked at this time of night.

Selene didn't mind the walk. She squeezed Arthur's hand and walked close against him with her head resting on his bicep. The night air was surprisingly warm, but it was still that period in October where the weather could be warm one day and cold the next. The cold weather was coming. It was testing the waters. However, Selene intended to wear as little clothing as possible until it arrived. She liked knowing that it excited Arthur, and that excited her. She was thrilled to please her Master.

"Master?" Selene asked quietly as they walked.

"Yes, pet?" Arthur asked, using the name he sometimes used between them. He knew she preferred to be called "slut," but he wasn't entirely comfortable calling her that on campus when they were outside. Not that anyone was nearby that he could tell, but it was still a reasonable precaution to take.

"Are you okay?" Selene asked. "The video from earlier. Being outed like that. Are you worried?"

"I'm more worried about you and the other girls than me." Arthur admitted. "I'll be fine if the Theater Club reaction is anything to judge by."

"Yvonne seemed pissed. She treated you like garbage." Selene pointed out. "She was always friendly to both of us before."

"She was just mad about the Spamalot thing." Arthur said with a small laugh.

"No." Selene shook her head. "She started acting like a bitch before that. As soon as we explained our situation. She couldn't even look at me and treated you like you were.... I don't know. Gross. Or the devil or something."

"If I'm going to hell for fucking multiple women, I'll be in good company. Most everyone in that book had multiple wives." Arthur joked.

Selene didn't laugh. She was more worried about things than Arthur was; that much was clear, and eventually, he recognized it. He put his arm around her as they walked, dropping her hand and hugging her close with one arm. She melted into his side like butter.

"It's okay." Arthur said. "Some people aren't going to be okay with it. That's on them. Fuck them. Or don't, I guess, as the case may be."

Selene laughed.

"There's that gorgeous smile." Arthur cooed in triumph, which caused Selene to smile wider and nuzzle her face into his side, wrap her arm around his waist, and put her far hand on his opposite hip.

"This is nice." Selene admitted. "I like being your slut." She smiled. "But I like being your girlfriend too."

"Good." Arthur rested his chin on the top of her head momentarily and then lifted it. "I'd be sad if you suddenly broke up with me."

"Ha." Selene scoffed. "Are you kidding? After all this? Kat would kill me."

"Where is Kat anyway?" Arthur asked suddenly. "I drove us all here. Did she find another way home, or is she waiting for us at the car?"

"The library." Selene said. "She said she needed to finish some work and could hitch a ride home with her coworker."

"So she's safe?" Arthur asked.

"Yes, Master." Selene answered. She'd had contact with all the girls just moments before the meeting behind them ended. The House chat was still going off occasionally but had quieted after the initial surge of activity with the video.

"Are you ready for some one on one time then?" Arthur asked rhetorically. He knew the answer already. If Selene ever turned down sex, he'd know she'd been replaced by some kind of imposter in a clever disguise.

"Does it have to be just us?" Selene asked.

"Well, that is the point of one on one time." Arthur scoffed. "It's our date night, right? So tonight, the focus is on you and me."

Selene seemed to think about that for a moment and nodded. "What if I want my one-on-one time to be two, three, or four-on-one time?" She asked coyly. "Would you be upset if I invited some of your other women to help me serve you tonight?"

Arthur felt a twitch in his pants that betrayed any attempt at lying. He couldn't say he hated the idea, only that he hadn't planned on that tonight. His plans were for him and her alone. "I can't say I'd be upset...." Arthur admitted. "But it wasn't what I had planned for us tonight."

Selene smiled slightly. "It's your decision, Master." Selene said. "If you want it to be just us tonight, it will be."

"But?" Arthur asked, sensing the conjunction ahead.

"But if you wanted to invite the others to join us tonight, to have the first true meeting of the harem...." Selene let his imagination take the imagery from there. "As your slave, it wouldn't be my place to object. I would only seek to serve your pleasure."

Arthur almost laughed. "It's tempting." He admitted. "But I thought I might do that on Saturday when I have more time to prepare. Tonight, I want it to be just you and I." Arthur decided. "Is that acceptable to you, slut?" Arthur asked, pronouncing the name as quietly as he could, just in case.

"Of course, Master." Selene purred. "Want to tie me up somewhere and leave me for security again?"

Arthur scoffed. "No. I like the idea you had earlier. Stuffing you in the trunk, driving off with you somewhere, and having my way with you like a proper villain. Prove Yvonne right about me."

Selene hummed happily and leaned on Arthur as they walked, squeezing him occasionally until they finally reached the parking lot.

For a moment, Arthur half expected to see someone waiting for them outside his car. The last time anyone heard from or saw Sanjay was before the dining commons incident. Sanjay lived off campus, so he probably wasn't even on campus. The girls were all safe and accounted for, so he wasn't overly worried, but Sanjay knew his car by sight. He would not have been surprised to find his tires slashed, or something broken, or someone waiting by the time they got there.

Instead, parking in the more remote section of the parking lot paid off. They were up the hill, away from where Arthur usually parked, and there wasn't another car around or anyone else. Nothing was broken, smashed, or slashed. Arthur kicked the tires just to be sure as Selene waited by the trunk.

Arthur took out his keys and opened the trunk.

"Get in." He said darkly.

"Is this legal?" Selene asked carefully.

"Do you care?" Arthur asked.

Selene didn't answer. She looked worried and shifted from foot to foot as though she wanted to obey but was hesitating. She looked around. She could tell that no one was in view, and they'd passed the patrolling security car on their way up the hill. It'd be a few minutes before they came around again.

"Get in, or I'll put you in." Arthur offered.

When Selene still hesitated, he picked up his cue and scooped her up in his arms. She squealed quietly, as if surprised, but didn't protest and curled out of the way of the trunk lid as he lowered it. She ended up curled up on her side, her elbows down and her breathing heavy as she looked up at him.

He kept one hand on the trunk lid as he looked down at her. "Stay low." He warned. "Try to stay quiet, or I'll have to pull over and gag you with one of those socks." He glanced at her feet, and she curled them away from him just in case. She did her best to look frightened but couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Arthur smirked and lowered the trunk lid slowly. She flattened against the trunk floor as the lid closed and found herself alone in the dark. It was darker than she expected. Sealed against any of the electric lights that they might pass by. She wondered if she should knock and ask to be let out when she heard Arthur's car door open, then close. The car started, and she felt the rumble of the machinery shake through her in a way that never came through so strongly in the cab.

The car backed out of its space, and she held her breath as she felt the car turn. The momentum side to side was different here, and the speed bumps pushed her against the underside of the trunk more roughly than she'd expected. She put her hands over her head and kept low as she felt the car speed up. They'd left campus and moved to the neighborhood roads.

She tried to keep track and imagine the map in her head. Selene supposed she could tell the way home if she wanted to, but after the first two turns, she lost track and couldn't tell the difference between a turn and a bend in the road that well, nor how many streets they'd passed before a turn. The asphalt below her was louder than she expected. The hum of the tires filled the trunk and drowned out the rest of the world.

She squeezed her thighs together. Between the darkness and the lack of noise, she was left with only her sense of touch, smell, and imagination. She could smell her perfume and soap. She could feel the coarse fabric beneath her. She could imagine so much more. She could imagine the ropes around her ankles and wrists. She could imagine the gag in her mouth, stretching it for him. She could feel the warmth between her legs growing and imagined what he might do to her when they arrived at their destination.

She didn't know how long the ride lasted. She tried counting seconds but lost interest too many times to have an accurate gauge.

Then, she heard the road beneath her change to gravel. Shortly after that, the ride was over, and the car came to a stop. She heard the engine shut off and Arthur's car door open. She could hear his footsteps, and the slam of his door shook her to the core. The crack of light before her was blinding when Arthur opened the trunk, and she shut her eyes against it.

"Come here." Arthur said gruffly as he reached into the drunk and grabbed her. He pulled her out from under her arms and brought her to her feet. He left the trunk open and got her hands in front of her, palms upturned, with her arms pointing toward him.

She blinked carefully as her eyes adjusted to the light. The world around them was dark but lighter than the trunk. It was lit by the moon, stars, and the ambient glow of civilization that was never too far away. Still, she couldn't see any lamp posts or lights from here. She felt Arthur's hand on her shoulder, and then she felt both of his hands grab the hem of her t-shirt and lift it. She moved her arms to comply, and the t-shirt came flying off.

She was surprised when he grabbed the front of her white bra and ripped it off her with a rough jerk. The hooks on the back broke off the thin fabric, and the straps flew over her shoulders as he brought it forward. She moved her arms compliantly and shuffled forward when he reached down, grabbed her by the button of her jean shorts, and yanked her closer to him.

He reached around with his left arm and grabbed the back of her head by taking her hair by its roots. She'd left it in a braided ponytail and gulped as he turned her head toward him.

He kissed her fiercely, and she felt her legs buckle as she reached for him to steady herself. He slapped her hands away and pulled her back to her feet. He reached down and roughly undid the button of her shorts, then yanked them down with one hand by pulling on each side of her hips one at a time. They fell to the ground, but she didn't move to step out of them without permission.