The Cucksitter Training

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By

B.J. Frazier

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The Cucksitter Training

“I’m telling you, it’s waaay more dinero than your non-paying internship, Blanca,” Nora Kemp told her college roommate.

Blanca Ortiz rolled her eyes.  “I know you’re up to something when you attempt to speak Spanish, Nora.”

Nora looked aghast.  “Dinero is a common word, babe, just like taco.”

“Right.”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t need money.”

“No, I can’t.  But I can tell you that my internship will look beautiful on my résumé.”

“Blanca, we’ve got enough for our résumés.  What we need is dinero!”

“I’m okay for now.  If you want to take money over career-building skills, then do it.  But I don’t want to be involved.”

“What if I said I’ve already done it?” Nora asked.

The roommates were at their two-person dining table finishing their Chinese takeout.  Best friends since elementary school, the pair was close but opposite.  Nora was blonde-haired and blue-eyed, cheered in high school and was never without a date or boyfriend.  Blanca was a brunette with brown eyes, was in band in high school, and only had one serious relationship, which had ended when they went to different colleges.

At Nora’s bombshell question, Blanca froze; her bite of chicken and rice suspended on chopsticks between carton and mouth.

“And what if I’ve been doing it?” Nora added.

The second question snapped Blanca back into reality, and she calmly placed her food into her mouth and chewed before responding.

“I’m not surprised, Nora.  Once you get a bug up your butt, you tend to act on it.”  Blanca rooted her chopsticks through a carton and selected her next bite.

“It’s true I act on a lot more than you do, but you can’t tell me you weren’t surprised.”

“I was surprised at first, but then I thought about it... and it’s not surprising.”  Blanca chewed and glanced at her friend, who was staring at her.  “What?”

Nora shrugged.  “Nothin’.  Just thought you’d ask me.”

“Ask you what?”  Blanca shifted in her chair.

“Never mind.”  Nora shrugged again.  “If you don’t wanna know...”

Nora carefully inspected the white carton and selected a single pea pod, deftly popping it into her mouth.  Then she grabbed another and fished out a cashew.  She didn’t look at her bestie, but knew Blanca was staring at her.

“Well... looks like we killed this,” Nora said, commenting on their food.  “You gonna finish it?”

“No, I’m done.  You done?”

“Yeah,” Nora nodded.

Blanca combined the contents of their cartons into one and put it in the refrigerator.  Then she returned to the table with the trash can.  Nora watched Blanca toss everything.

“I’ve got that quiz to study for,” Nora said, standing up and stretching.

“I thought you said you could ace it in your sleep,” Blanca commented, after returning the trash can to its normal spot.

“Yeah, but you’re always on me to study more.”

“But you never listen to me.”

“That’s not true.  You affect me a lot more than you think.”

“You always say that, Nora.  But you always... and I’m just...”

“Stop it, Blanca.  I’m not gonna do this circle with you right now.  You’re my bestie, and we’re equals.”

Blanca sighed as she watched Nora bounce into the living room.  In short-shorts, Nora’s tight buttocks moved enticingly, calling attention to her long, tanned legs.  The soles of her feet had a light coating of dust.  She plopped onto the couch, crossing a leg under her.  Blanca sighed at the dirt that transferred onto the couch.  Ignoring it, she walked silently to the chair next to her friend and attempted to study.

After a brief time, Blanca slammed her book shut.  “I hate that you do this.  Yes, I wanna know.”

“No, no.  I respect your boundaries,” Nora said magnanimously.  “I know this stuff is outside your comfort zone.”

“What stuff?”

“Sex stuff,” Nora said, keeping her eyes on her book.

In the brief pause, Nora turned a page.  Blanca swung her leg and kicked Nora’s book across the couch.

“Hey!” Nora shouted, feigning indignance.

“I know you don’t care about psychology, Nora.  Just tellll me.”

“Actually, that’s not true anymore.  There’s so much more to psychology than I first thought.  I’ve learned a lot, and I have a newfound passion to know more.  A lot more,” Nora grinned.

“Don’t you have Hagan for psych?”

“Yep.”

“I thought you couldn’t stand her,” Blanca frowned.

“I never said that.  I said I didn’t like her hypocrisy—”

“Right.”

“—but it’s not that at all.  She’s devious, and she does these seemingly hypocritical things out in the open, like she’s just dying to have someone challenge her.  It’s pretty genius, actually.”  Nora smiled and stared straight ahead, as if seeing her professor.

“Nora!  Are you having a lesbian affair with your professor?!” Blanca shrieked.

Bouncing back to reality, Nora turned to her roommate and frowned.  “First of all, there’s no reason to single it out as ‘lesbian’; it’d just be an affair.  But there’s no affair because I’m not into women.”

“I thought—”

“It’s not an affair, okay?  Unless you wanna say it’s an affair of the mind,” Nora smirked.

“Did Hagan teach you that phrase?”

“No.”

“You’ve been complaining all term about how her style of teaching is more taunting than instructive, and you can’t stand what she wears.  Isn’t she the one?”

“Yeah... but I just said I know why she does what she does.”

“She told you why she teaches and dresses the way she does, and that makes you want to take a deep dive into psychology textbooks?”

“More like she showed me,” Nora smirked again.

“I don’t get it,” Blanca sighed, shaking her head.  “And I dunno why we’re talking about this when you’re supposed to tell me about sex.”

Nora burst out laughing, and Blanca blushed, covering her face with her hands.

“Okay.  I heard it.  Just stop!” Blanca said, shaking her head.

“You want me to stop?” Nora teased.

“I mean, shit, Nora... can you please just tell me?  I hate these games you make me play.  It’s like you want me to beg or something.”

“Yeah, I do.  Now that you say it, I can really see that I kinda get off on making people beg,” Nora said seriously.  She looked away in a contemplative gaze.

“Hello?”  Blanca waved her hands.

“Sorry.  It’s just... I mean it’s kinda cool when you realize shit.  I’ve learned a fuck-ton from Hagan, actually.”

“So that’s it; you’re just not gonna tell me?”

“No, I am.  It’s about Emery.”

“Who’s Emery?”

“That’s Hagan’s first name,” Nora said.

“You’re on a first-name basis with a professor?”

“Not just any professor.”

“Right, a psych professor.”

“Yeah, but... she’s a lot more than just a psych professor.”

“Riiight, but you’re not interested in women, remember?” Blanca teased.

“I mean, it’s a sex thing, but it’s not a her-and-me sex thing.”

“Yeah, it’s an internship or a lead to one, right?  Except, no, you already have an internship lined up for this summer.”

“Yeah, but I’m not gonna take that other internship.  I’m gonna work for her ‘til the end of the semester and through the summer.  Outside of class.”

“Okay, whatever.  Can you just tell me already?!”

“She’s a dominatrix.”

“Yeah, right.”

“She is!”

“Okay,” Blanca chuckled.  “And this professor gig is just her cover story?”

“Not really.  I think she legitimately went into psychology because she enjoyed it.  I mean, she had patients before she became a professor.  While she was helping people, she just noticed some patterns... sexual patterns.”

“Did she sleep with her patients?” Blanca asked wide-eyed.

“No.  She’s, like, one of the most professional people I’ve ever met, actually.  What she learned in sessions or just about people in general, she applied it to her sex life.  She discovered that men—well, certain ones, and she figured out how to tell which ones—wanted to be dominated by a woman.  And she liked ordering ‘em around.”

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