( CONT'D - From Part 1 )

“What?” I gasped, looking up at her in horror. “I don’t have a phone? How am I going to call you? Call anyone? How am I going to take interview calls…or go to work? How am I going to start an OF again? How-“ I started saying frantically.

“Woah! Who the hell asked you to start an OF? You are *not* starting an OF. Over my dead body” Chris growled, her fingers grasping the back of my neck as if I was some naughty kitten she was trying to get a hold of.

“No OF. You here me?” She said, her eyes boring into mine.

“Ok ok…geez…I was just trying to figure out something for the mean time…”I murmured, pouting a little.

Chris sighed and rolled her eyes “Drink. Calm down and drink up, and then we’ll talk about the contingency plan I’ve arranged for you” Chris said and got up and walked out of the room again.

I sighed, sat up, and crossed my legs. I brought the mug to my lips and drank deeply.

 It was my favourite, white chocolate caramel latte. The sweet and bitter taste of coffee and white chocolate flowed down my throat and soothed my soul.

 In this awful situation, at least I had Chris’s generosity and this mug of latte to be grateful for.

Chris returned with a small bag that contained a box and a folded paper sticking out of it. 

She sat down and crossed her legs, long limbs pushing against mine. The bag had a local telecom logo on the side.

“Feeling a bit better?” Chris asked and I nodded, turning to face her.

“Alright” Chris said and reached into the bag. 

Chris pulled out a box that was brand new, covered in plastic wrap, looking like it came straight from the store. It was the latest YoYappy, a line of phones which were all the rage right now. The YoYappy had built in YoYap features and apps, providing an optimized user experience.

“Thankfully this month, there was a promotion to get a sub-line, and with the sub-line came a free phone. I topped up a little to get you this one, because I remember you like the YoYappy phone models. Now,” Chris said with a big sigh, “ You don’t have to worry about your phone bill for a while because it is under my line, but don’t get too excited; the sub-line only has about 300 talk minutes, so don’t go talking to your mom in the countryside for days, ok? I’ll drive you down to see her myself if you want to talk to her for a long time. The data is only 10G, so make sure to turn off your mobile data when you are in the house, or else I’ll put the phone on child lock, and you won’t get any data outside of this house. Also…try not to download any *orn, our service provider may penalize us. Ok?” Chris explained, putting the phone down on the bed and pushing it towards me.

I stared at the phone and gulped. Topped up? By how much? The YoYappy phone was on the market at ¥234 000 for new releases.

“But I have a phone” I said, feeling my heartbeat racing.

“Yes, but we all know that old phones tend to depreciate quickly, and you’ve had that crummy phone for five years now; I don’t even know how you see anything through the cracks in your screen,” Chris insisted.

I reached past the phone and into the bag that had the phone and picked out the piece of paper that was sticking out of it.

“Hey!” Chris said, but I quickly opened it up and saw, to my alarm, the cost of the plan and, below it, the amount topped up for the phone.

Chris snatched the plan out of my hand and shoved it back into the bag.

“Everything I pay for I hold on to. Do not touch things like this; I need to make sure I keep track of all of our expenses,” She said angrily.

“¥94,500. You paid a top-up of ¥94,500 for my phone?” I said, shocked. “This is way more than what I owed the previous phone company,” I gasped.

“Yeah, and I paid that off too. Look, I’m glad you say you want to sell the car. With whatever money you make from that, we’ll use that to offset any outstanding debt and maybe even some of the storage unit rent, ok? But…the phone is a gift from me to you. I’ve been kind of harsh on you, and I want you to at least have a nice phone to use, even though things have been really shitty for you lately” Chris said, running her hands through her hair.

I felt my face scrunch up as tears started to flow again.

“Chris, you are the best friend a girl could ever have,” I said and reached out for her, but she grabbed my wrist and stopped me.

“Not friend. Remember what I said? We are not friends. I’m doing this for you because, yeah, you need to go get a job and pay back your debts to me. I can’t have you telling me that the phone I got you doesn’t work. No excuses” Chris said and then took the mug of latte from me and stood up. 

She let go of my hand and walked over to my computer desk, placed the mug down, and then walked back over to me.

“I’d like to make a request now,” She suddenly said with her hands behind her back.

I felt like I was getting whiplash. One minute she was being the understanding older sister. The next minute the nagging wife, and now she was what…my lecherous admirer? Which version of her was I dealing with at any given time?

Nevertheless I wiped my tears away. This was the mess I had gotten myself into, and I wasn’t about to back out now.

I nodded and stood up, wiping the tears from my eyes. It was all business now with Chris it seemed,

“Yes, of course, what would you like?” I asked nervously.

“I’d like to hug you,” She said.

I blinked.

 What a strange request. “ Of course!” I said and opened my arms, walking over to her.

I was glad it was something easy. Maybe if I closed my eyes, I could pretend that it was just like old times.

Chris walked into my embrace and put her head on my shoulder while wrapping her arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around her back like I used to, only this time it felt different. Chris usually would keep her hands high, around my shoulder blades. In the past I loved the feeling of her long fingers pressing against my planes and spine, it was comforting.

But now it felt more intense. Long finger descended, dragging along the outline of my ribs, pressing into my soft flesh like she wanted to grab me…mark me...

And mentally it didn’t help that my mind kept swirling. I had been given all these gifts, but told that we were not friends.

Then what were we? 

One thing for sure was, that silly little contract of mine, had turned us into a landlord and tenants relationship that should be written off as criminal. And yet I…I wasn’t going to be the first one to pull away. 

“I’m going to redeem one strike now.” Chris mumbled into my neck after five minutes of just holding me and feeling my body, running her hands up and down my back and spine as she seemed to just breath me in, her lips and nose buried into my neck like she couldn’t get enough of my perfume.

“Umm, ok” I replied, not thinking anything of it.

 Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder. I cried out, my hands digging into Chris’ back as my eyes went wide.

Was Chris…biting me?

“Ow!!! Chris, what the fuck was that?” I gasped and tried to pull away from her.

“One strike equals one punishment for one minute, and today, I want to bite you for one minute,” Chris said pulled back a little so that she could look me in my eyes, but not enough to let me go completely.

I stood there, frozen, and so confused.

 I touched my shoulder. It felt familiar…a love bite?

“So was that it?” I asked nervously.

Chris tilted her head to the side. For a moment, her hold slacked, and then her hands fell away, as if she see the fear in my eyes, and started to regret her actions. 

I immediately backed up against the bed, intending to sit down, maybe sort my thoughts out.
However the next thing I knew, Chris walked forward, towering over me as I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed. 

“Not quite. Oh… silly me, I hadn’t started the timer,” She said and took out her phone.

 She set her timer to 1 minute, and then she started it.

Chris then pushed me back on the bed, her hands on my shoulders as she leaned over me, her eyes pinning me in place, making my heart race.

“Ch-Chris?” I gasped softly, my heart racing as I gazed up at her.

“Shhh….” She said, but it wasn’t really like she was looking at me…more like looking though me, at something she wanted.

I shut my mouth, trembling a little, my heart beating faster and faster. My hands fisted the sheets beneath me, trying to calm myself down, but in that moment, I felt like prey about to get eaten.

“Don’t. Move” Chris said after a long heated moment. 

I nodded slowly, trying to be good, to be still, and not provoke her, however the next moment, Chris moved. She… climbed on top of me.

 Her hands left my shoulders to grab my wrists, yanking them from the sheets in order to pin them above my head.

“Chris wha-!” I gasped but I felt like my brain was short-circuiting as the next minute, her body engulfed mine, her chest pressing down against mine own, hot and heavy, her scent surrounding my senses, making me feel weak and pathetic beneath her. 

I felt my stomach drop. My skin was a flame everywhere we came into contact, and I felt like I was regressing back into my younger eighteen year old self, where she had had me beneath her, pinned down, helpless and needy, in her dorm room, on her dorm bed. 

I had never felt like this with anyone else. It didn’t matter how many times I had sex, or how many people I dated, nothing made me feel the way Chris made me feel when Chris got on top of me.

I tried to deny it. I tried to convince myself that it was because I was into taller people, however even during our college days, her body against my body, in that tiny little dorm bed, always left me with butterflies and made me feel all small and needy, whether I was dating someone else or not. 

Sometimes I secretly wondered if it was on purpose, that she insisted on us sharing the same bed back then…bathing at the same time and even…cooking for me all the time…

 Those early college days really left a huge impact on me…could she possibly know what she did to me? 

Did she know that she got me so used to her body, her presence, her hands and her scent… that I kept coming back to her because on some level, she had ruined me for everyone else? 

There was no way Chris’ younger self could have schemed to do that on purpose…and I certainly wasn’t about to admit it to Chris now, it felt like the collar I already felt she was trying to buckle around my neck, would just pull tighter.

As Chris’ tongue in real-time dragged along my jugular, I gasped, body arching up, hands weakly grasping at air as my eyes fluttered close, trying to think of anything other than what she was doing to me. 

But I couldn’t. My mind kept going back to all the times she had done this before. 

A-And I’d never admitted it to anyone, but Chris had successfully managed to take all my firsts; my first kiss, first hug even….first…

….my first masturbation experience - embarrassing I know, I know but… she had been very convincing about it - and shamelessly my body…well… welcomed her back every time, even though my lips denied it. 

 Either way, in that moment, I felt like time stopped, and I tried everything I could to fight back the urge to moan, knowing it would just add fuel to an already burning fire. 

As I tried to not protest further, her lips found their way to the soft skin just beneath my ear, where she began to suckle and nuzzled, making me blush and whine softly beneath her. 

Her teeth grazed my skin as she sucked and licked the spot she had bitten, fully engrossed in taking what she demanded from my body.

Like a jarring siren, a loud beeping cut through the air, bring the tense, erotic moment to a hault. 

My body shuddered and my eyes fluttered open, gazing up at her, wide and almost pleading.

I hated myself at that moment; she made me all needy and desperate. It almost hurt. 

I wanted to say it, I wanted to beg her not to stop. Beg her to keep going…but that would be me admitting out loud that the punishment…wasn’t punishing enough…that it was pleasurable…would that lead her her maybe…not punishing me anymore?

So I said nothing, biting my lip and looking away, trying to get a hold of myself instead. 

Above me Chris made a tsk sound, and before I could turn back and react, she pushed herself off me, standing up and licking her lips hungrily, as if she had just had a satisfying meal. 

I sat up, a hand going to my neck immediately, my body trembling from the adrenaline rush of being pinned down and manhandled.

“Was that… will that…” I tried to ask but my mind was at a loss. “I-I’m  sorry I’m…I tried to be still…” I gasped, trying to make it better, whatever had displeased her.

I hated to admit it, but on top of everything I was already dealing with, I was now also very really turned on.

“Yes, that was it, your punishment for your strikes”

Chris reached out and her hand grasped my chin, forcing me to look up at her.

“Not every punishment will be the same, and I don’t have to tell you what the punishment will be, you’ll just have to take it.” Chris said and grinned slyly.

I gulped, my eyes wide, gazing up at her, trembling slightly. Maybe I should have protested a little bit…or at least rode it out a little bit more. 

I squeezed my legs tighter together. This situation was doing my head in…

“ Keep that in mind while looking for a new job. I noticed you only sent me one screenshot; try harder tomorrow,” Chris said and just like that, released me and turned, walking towards the door. 

She paused, and then looked back and said, ”Remember to charge your phone, and I expect you back in my room and in my bed in fifteen minutes,” and then walked out.