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Again, I will put Trigger Warning because this is going to consist of the vivid dreams I've been having due to a sexual assault I have recently experienced again. Every single night since then, I have these....just wild dreams and something always happens so please know I will write about them. 

I think it's my minds way of dealing. So you have been warned! I hope this brings some understanding to someone else out there going through it. 

So here's a dream I had last night, thank you for reading.

November 27th, 2019

About 15 minutes south of the border from Washington D.C and another 10 from the Woodrow Wilson bridge, lived a young man named TJ and his long term best friend Zion. TJ had recently celebrated his 21st birthday and was nursing a hangover in the comfort of his own home. He had plans to go to a college party, but after learning that his ex-girlfriend would be attending, didn't want to give her the satisfaction of witnessing him having a good time. TJ was as prideful as he was unnerving you see. He decided to go to a bar with Zion, who had turned 21 the year prior and not that TJ needed a chaperone on drinking since he had been doing so illegally for the past 5 years, he just needed to know which bar had the best looking women. Or as he liked to say, "the bad bitches," Zion had successfully introduced his best friend to over 8 women, 4 in which he was able to flirt his way into getting their numbers, 2 he managed to make out with and the other 2 he had sexual encounters with. From what he remembered he had buried his penis into the mouth of one while lazily fondling the other- oh and got plastered. The night was over and he remembered very little but nonetheless he had fun.

He awoke to the sound of his grandmother's voice calling his name. Zion, who had spent the night, groaned and covered his face with a pillow, he knew he had to get up too. He's considered family. "Let's go see what she wants," TJ said through a half yawn.

"She said TJ, she did not say Zion." His friend replied and tossed a pillow at him.

"You know it's gonna be a two man job for whatever she wants, let's get this over with." TJ urged and rose to his feet.

The decisions of last night filled Zion's body and for a moment, he thought he might throw up but it sat in his stomach and made him think that later on- he just might.

TJ struggled behind him and they made their way downstairs to where the short dark skinned woman wobbled her way around the kitchen.

"Baby, I need you to go pick some crab apples for me." TJ squinted at the woman.

This couldn't have waited? This was absolutely necessary at 9 AM

"Grandma, really?" He heard his own attitude in his tone but didn't really care.

"Don't you give me that. Now you two change and go fetch me some crab apples for dessert I'm making, we have important guests coming tonight. You know this." She waved him off and TJ silently agreed. Zion let out a dramatic yawn and turned to go change. Anything for grandma.

Zion had thrown on a black sweat suit while TJ put on a red polo and jeans.

The two young men found themselves mostly exploring new parts of the neighborhood rather than looking for crab apples which could be found anywhere in the area they lived in. They both agreed they needed to move around anyways after last night.

"I'm surprised you didn't fuck them last night you know? I lined them up perfectly for you," Zion said while he put his hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt. They had come down a path that was not recognizable but was lined with flowers of all sorts, and the trail became smaller so they had to walk in single file.

"After 21 years of living, I find that the best pussy comes from the drunker ones, they put up a cute little fight." TJ explained.

"That takes too much work. Girls take forever to get drunk and leave their friends because they're in groups, screaming "yas," every five fucking minutes. I'm not tryna be put on insta story and all that shit." Zion said, his personal hangover started to rage a little bit more with lack of food and he started to pick the crab apples from the tree, nibble one and put two in the bag.

"You have to deal with that though if you want to smash. I don't mind being put on social media because pretty bitches flock together. She putting me onto the next one." TJ joked and the trail had now become a sidewalk of sorts, lined with a large gate that enclosed a house on the top of a hill.

"I don't know about all that, I know some fine ass women with some ugly ass friends," Zion muttered, recalling a few of his ex girlfriends.

"Head was alright though?" He added.

"It was some yeah," TJ looked back at his friend with a grin, they had their own language sometimes.

"Some yeah? Man you had both them sucking your shit nigga?"

"At the same damn time," TJ smirked and finally started to pick some crab apples of his own.

"You still should've fucked. Curly haired jawn ass was fat-" Before Zion could get into any more detail, they looked up at the gate and saw a very, very attractive woman, she was much older, about 35 or so. She was a light skinned black woman, with brown eyes that reminded TJ of almonds. Her curly hair dropped to her shoulders and her black dress fit snug on her body. Her large breasts overflowed the low cut and even from the front, Zion and TJ could see that she had an ass to match.

"Afternoon boys, taking part in my crab apple trees I see," She gave them a look that made Zion gulp but made TJ's dick twitch in his pants.

"Sorry ma'am, it sounds corny but we're picking some for his grandma." Zion threw TJ right under the damn bus which would earn a good punch in the chest later on when they got home.

"That's the oldest saying in the book. If you wanted some for yourself, that's fine too," She said eyeing the crab apples that were each in their right hand with two bites. Her face turned to a smile to reassure the two young men.

"I'm only teasing, help yourself. Just know it's noble to ask rather than take," Zion and TJ stared behind the woman, admiring her large house.

"That's all you right there?" Zion asked, pointing. The woman looked back as if to admire it herself.

"Yes it is, designed it myself and had it built. All 20 acres of this land is mine." She said proudly. "You and your husband must work very hard." TJ said with a twinkle in his eye.

Zion picked up immediately what his friend was on about and changed his demeanor.

"This came from me. No man involved." She said, wiggling her left hand to reveal there was in fact no ring on her finger.

"So what's a beautiful woman like you living in a huge house like this all by herself?" Zion asked, leaning forward on the gate. TJ however, stood his ground and eyed the woman seductively, moving forward on his toes and pushing his hips forward to reveal his print.

The woman gave him a soft smile.

"A beautiful woman can't have a big house? Although. I will say it gets lonely up here, it's just me and the maids really."

"Maids? You have maids up there?" TJ asked in surprise. How exactly big is her house?

"I tend to be a messy woman sometimes," She said straining her voice.

Zion smirked.

"Do they clean up all the mess you make?"

"Sometimes, a man would be of more assistance sometimes, or two."

Now TJ had no idea how on earth he had been graced with the sexiest milf he had ever seen who was seemingly interested in both of them, but he kept his talk to a minimum. If she were actually about that life, he would find out and she would find that he was more endowed than she probably expected...and not just between the legs.

"I'm sure Zion and I could be of great assistance to you, if you'd let us come...inside." He said carefully and the woman peered from him to his best friend then back to him.

"And what is your name?"

"I'm TJ, what do you go by?" He was careful not to ask her name directly. There was always a method to his madness.

"Selene," Her voice was filled with lust but her eyes remained the same respectful look.

"Well now that we are all nice and acquainted, would you still like some help cleaning up your mess?" Zion asked.

"I would love if you did but first, you have to be good boys and go give grandma her crab apples." She reminded, her fingers trailing down her own body for a moment.

Both of the boys tried not to drool.

"Give us 20 minutes," TJ rushed out and grabbed his friend by the collar and pulled him back down the trail.

"Take your time, you know where I live," She called after them.

"You gotta be fuckin kidding me bruh," Zion yelled with excitement, carelessly grabbing the crab apples as they made their way back to his house.

After making it back successfully, both TJ and Zion dumped the bags of apples on the porch and called out to grandma.

"We left them on the porch G, we gotta be somewhere."

Pressed for pussy? Yes they were but with how fine that woman looked, anyone would be.

It took them no time to make it back to the trail and along the gate.

The creaky door seemed to open easily for them and as they walked up the hill, they saw Selene waiting for them on her lavish wrap around porch. The house looked bigger in person, at least four stories. Selene had her hair pulled into a slick bun with a black robe that reached past her knees, a diamond necklace placed between her breasts, and each ear was lined with jewelry up to the cartilage. An anklet around her right ankle and white toes to match her french tip nails.

They could smell her perfume, even from where they were standing.

"Well that was fast, what did you do, run?" Selene asked with a giggle.

"Hell fucking yeah we ran," Zion rushed out and TJ elbowed him.

"Nigga shut up," He said through grit teeth and Selene giggled louder this time.

"Eager to work? You know women love that about a man." She stood up and turned her back to them.

"Would you two care to come in?" She asked looking over her shoulder. The two stepped into the house and were amazed at how luxurious this woman lived. It was as if everything was made from diamonds. It was bright, clear, clean. They placed their shoes by the door and followed her down what TJ was telling himself was a corridor.

"So what exactly do you do to afford living like this?" Zion asked a she led them up her spiral steps.

"Mostly work from home. That's the pleasure of being your own boss. You must highlight on your own strength, double it in price, add tax and flip it once a month." She said as they finally reached the top of the stairs. The hallways split, there were 3 doors on the right side, all with doorknobs had diamond door knobs and the two men could see that this woman definitely had a specific taste. They were closed. To the right, there were four doors, the first three were closed but the one at the end was wide open. From what they could see, it was the master bedroom that had a chandelier above the bed.

"Do you two work?" Selene asked as she came to a halt and returned her attention back to them. Her thick lips were moist as if she had just licked them and even something as simple as that had TJ throbbing in his jeans. He could barely contain himself but wanting this to go smoothly.

Zion on the other hand barely had any patience left.

"We're in school right now, Bowie State. We do some contracting work on the side to keep money in our pocket." Zion spoke a little too quickly.

"Contracting work huh? Then this should be fairly easy for you." She said with a childlike grin.

Zion and TJ looked at each other with confusion and raised an eyebrow. Selene picked up on this energy quickly and her facial expression softened.

"Isn't that what you came here for? To help a beautiful woman like myself clean up her mess?" There it was again, that seductive tone that would make even a priest cum in his pants.

TJ started damage control immediately.

"Yeah, we did, but I guess it just wasn't specified on what type of work we would be doing," He made sure his tone was nonchalant and innocent.

"Nice one T," Zion thought in his head, mentally high fiving his best friend.

She brought them to a random door on the right and opened it. It was an unkempt room for sure. It had a broken down bed, a various amount of clothes scattered across the room, a broken lamp, a wardrobe and a small couch that was an off pink.

"Just to clean up this room and then afterwards, I'll give you two a reward," Selene opened the strings of her robe to reveal a red lingerie set.

Speechless, they were at first and then Zion almost bursting with arousal said, "We'll handle that and then we'll handle you,"

Selene moaned softly and smiled, biting her lip then saying, "I just need you two to make this room look all nice and tidy. I gave my maids some time to themselves. Lord knows, my ladies need it." She said and leaned against the wall, placing a hand on her hip.

"You got it, you go lie down and relax." TJ said and she nodded.

"Oh I will, but I'll prepare you two some food first. I know you two are probably hungry. I don't suspect you've eaten," That was all she said and twirled on her heel and cascaded back down the stairs, a sway with each step.

"Nigga," the two men breathed to themselves as a mutual applaud.

They grinned devilishly and stepped into the room.

"You really think she gon let us both smash?" Zion asked as he started picking up clothes from the floor.

"If you don't make a complete ass of us, I am sure she will." TJ sneered, starting on the bed. It was at least a queen and it looked like a reject of what Selene didn't want and decided to not put together and was going to make this room, a guest room.

"She was fuckin with it though. We balance each other out, I'm aggressive, you're passive aggressive. I'm the funny cute/ugly nigga, you the pretty boy. I got the talk, you got the walk. " Zion said in animated tone. The clothes he began to fold were a handful of women's clothes. Skirts, dresses, jeans, and a few crop tops. Mostly conservative wear, but still imaging on them Selene still as ravaging as ever.

He found plenty of more mens clothing, like briefs and sweatpants and crewnecks. It made him ponder on who else lived in this four story house.

"Yeah, but if the talk ain't good, she gon make us both walk out the front door," TJ reminded.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Zion shrugged off his friend.

"What do you think she does for work?" TJ asked and after finding the right screws and bolts, started to put the contraption that was the bed together. What type of futuristic bed was this?

"Shorty probably runs a brothel or some shit. Look at the panties in here and they're not all hers for sure," He said, noting to the large lace panties he had been tossing into a separate pile.

"Plus if she has all female maids. She might be a pimp or some shit." Zion joked and they both laughed to themselves.

"That's sexy as fuck when you think about it. Maybe if we're good boys, that's our reward." TJ used Selene's light voice for effect at the end and Zion rolled his eyes.

"Never do that again or ima grind your ass up," The two then laughed and silently cleaned for about 10 minutes.

TJ had put the base of the bed together and Zion had the clothes neatly folded.

"I wonder if these clothes are even clean? Do I put them in the wardrobe or to the side?"

"Nigga, how am I supposed to know? Ask her." TJ said, flipping the mattress onto the side on the wall for more room.

"Don't mind if I do," Zion chirped and hurriedly scurried out the room and down the stairs. He heard Selene humming and recognized it but couldn't quite put his finger on the song. He followed her voice into the kitchen. A large table was in the middle. Selene had her back turned as she worked over the stove. Whatever she was cooking, smelt like breakfast food and you could never go wrong with that.

"Selene?" He called out and she turned to look at him, her robe was now closed and he secretly cursed in his head.

"Yes?" She asked, holding the spatula in her right hand. Definitely eggs and bacon.

"I was wondering what you want me to do with the clothes? I don't know if they're dirty or clean," He said, walking closer to her to stand by the table.

"Those? You can just put in the wardrobe, but I just finished some food and I can tell you're hungry,''she cooed at him and turned to fix his plate.

"Yeah, starved. The only thing I had was the crab apples," He said, taking a seat and she placed his food in front of him with a glass of orange juice.

"Had a long night?" She asked and sat directly across from him. The light above illuminating her face and body.

"Sure did. It was TJ's 21st last night so you know we had to celebrate." He took a bite of his scrambled eggs.

And she could cook? Fuck. He could name a few women who managed to fuck up even eggs.

"What did you two do?"

"Went to the bar of course, got extremely fucked up," He paused to take a sip of his orange juice and blinked back for a moment. This was definitely a mimosa.

"Don't look so surprised. You're grown," Selene teased and this changed the game for Zion's plans.

Not only was he going to fuck this woman but he was going to last longer if he had more alcohol in his system.

"You could've warned a nigga. Had me thinking you trying to get me twisted and I still have work to do," Zion took a healthy gulp and went back to his food.

"Oh no, that's for after you're done. Besides, I want to hear more about last night," She extended her arm to gently stroke his hand.

What a damn tease. He thought.

He took one more gulp and finished his glass, he needed about two more to be even considerably tipsy but this was enough to make his head feel warm.

"I think TJ could give you the better side of the story. I was a wingman all night," He said with a grin.

"A wingman huh? Did you get TJ laid Mr. Wingman?" She asked, her fingers stroking over his knuckles.

"I was trying to. I spent more than expected and not just on us, I was trying to get as many girls to our side of the bar and as drunk as I could,"

"Why drunk?" Her hand flinched back, visibly offended.

"Nah, not like belligerent drunk, but just enough to have a good time. You know, girls off that brown get real freaky." He finished his eggs faster than expected, eager to talk but definitely needing something to nibble on for his stamina.

"You said you were trying to get him laid, but he didn't I'm guessing? On his birthday?" her tone shifted again and this woman honestly gave him whiplash but his dick still stiffening.

"I know right? Two bitches went in the bathroom with him and he face fucked one, the other on his balls, you know how that shit go," He said, relaxing again.

"What about you? What did you do?" Selene leaned back, her eyes dropping into their natural seductive state.

"Not a damn thing, just rapped a bunch of girls up at the bar," Zion could feel Selene's foot rubbing up against his leg, and he eyed her lustfully.

"That's a shame. Wingmen deserve head too," She said, as her foot now moved to his thigh. He swallowed hard.

"Go get your friend, it's time for his food, you go put my clothes away and then you'll both come to my bedroom. Hurry on now, you don't want to keep me waiting too long right? I'll have to finish alone," She stood up slow and Zion sucked in air through his teeth.

She turned her back to go back to the stove and this was when he had his eyes glued to her ass.

He finally understood that corny old head joke TJ would always crack when they would see a woman with her same shape.

"It must be jelly cause jam don't move like that."

"If you do decide to finish, at least let a nigga watch," He teased and backed out the kitchen. She ignored him and resumed humming her song.

Zion bolted up the stairs.

"TJ!" he whispered loudly as he busted through the door. He had the bed basically finished.

"Tag, you're it." he said childishly.

"What you mean?" TJ asked, wondering what sexual act his friend just got done doing with the sensual Selene.

"She made you breakfast now go. Don't keep her waiting." He said and scrambled to put the clothes in the wardrobe.

He didn't have to tell TJ twice, he as eagerly as his friend ran down the steps.

TJ found this the perfect time to put on his own charm.

"Miss Selene?" He said respectfully and found the woman sitting at the table with a meal prepared and a glass of orange juice waiting for him, with a cinnamon bun with a candle neatly tucked in the middle

"TJ, please come sit!" She said, looking at his food with a proud look on her face.

"A little wingman told me it was a certain mans' 21st birthday yesterday." TJ took the seat and for the first time, really took in this woman's features.

Her face was almost too perfect. Her jawline sharp, waiting to be suckled on. Those lips, fuck, those lips, waiting to be came on. She could eye fuck from a mile away.

"Thank you. I'm glad a little wingman decided to run his mouth," He first looked at the candle and back at her.

"So am I. Close your eyes and make a wish," She said and he did so.

His wish? That he would get to fuck this woman right here on the kitchen table.

That or a new car wouldn't hurt. He blew out his candle and peered back up at the woman who released her curly hair from the bun and fixed it to come down her shoulders like it has been when they first met her.

"What did you wish for?" She asked and he began his small feast.

"If I tell you, it won't come true." TJ sipped his juice and had to double take.

"We gotta start off right, it's still your birthday all night long." She dragged out the last words with a wink and he felt overwhelmed with her sexual energy. In the best way.

"Where are your maids? You have them on call right?" He asked, changing the subject, trying to catch her off guard.

"They have their own living quarters downstairs. They live a little bit better than I do." Her tone changed with the conversation.

"All of them? How many?"

"Enough to take care of this house and myself at times. We're like sisters." She blushed.

"You're quite hospitable. I'm surprised you don't have a husband to be honest," he confessed, enjoying his food.

"Why is that surprising?" Selene asked.

"Look at you, you look good enough to eat. You can cook. Have this nice ass crib," His eyes hovered over her breasts and back to her.

Selene flipped her hair and beamed.

"All the great qualities of a woman." She did a little dance in her seat, enough to make her breasts shake.

Fuck.

"I'm sure there's plenty more that can't be seen in that robe." He was trying not to become like Zion and just be out in the open with his shit.

"Finish your food and come upstairs. I'll show you it all,"

TJ took less than 5 minutes to finish the remainder of his food and followed Selene up the stairs.

TJ caught Zion's attention and they both followed silently behind her.

She led them to her room and went to the futon near a glass dresser table that has an assortment of liquor in very nice crystalized vases.

"Pick your poison gentlemen. We're celebrating tonight," Selene said, and the largest one caught both of their attention. It was the only brown liquor in the set.

She opened the small doors and retrieved three glasses and filled them to the rim.

Zion and TJ and grabbed them, looking at Selene who had extended her arm.

"To the birthday boy, may you get what you wished for and the wingman, may you never be left hanging again." She said and before the three clicked their drinks together, TJ added. "To the beautiful Selene, for inviting us into her lovely home-"

"And preparing us a lovely meal," Zion added.

As long as it was nothing stupid, TJ was happy. To both of their surprise, Selene had downed her glass in one gulp and turned to pour herself another.

"Excuse me, I'm a bit more seasoned with drinking than you two are," She said hinting at her age.

"Fine by us," Zion said and finished his glass as well, which prompted TJ to do the same.

She poured them two more rounds for a total of 3 triple shot glasses, talking and cracking jokes in between.

Selene laid down on her futon, exposing her body to the men and Zion, by no surprise was the first to step forward.

"So about that reward..." he started.

"I was waiting for you to ask, come a little bit closer," Zion stood right in front of her and she sat up to grab him by his waistband.

"Your reward...is my mouth. To get what you did not last night," And she opened her mouth with her tongue out.

TJ sat back and helped himself to another drink as she heard the unbuckling of his friends pants.

With the next sip he took, something odd had happened. He blinked a few times and has small flashes of his encounter last night. The young ladies mouth over his member. His hand pressing on the back of her head. The other one was limped over on him, head buried in her neck as he worked his finger inside her. The echoes of his moans. His pleasure. Over and over. He snapped back into reality and he didn't know how long it had been but long enough for Zion to groan multiple times and announce his possible early orgasm. Selene backed away and wiped her mouth.

"Keep your mouth open," Zion said and Selene shook her head.

"Beautiful women don't swallow on the first time." Zion's body went limp and he hunched over, she scooted over to let him fall flat on his side and breathe heavily.

"You just sucked the soul out of me. You nasty bitch," he gritted.

"Not quite, go clean yourself up in the bathroom and let me take care of the birthday boy, then the real fun can begin." She didn't even finish her sentence before Zion staggered to his feet and into her master bathroom.

"Just enough time for me to get started again," he muttered.

She turned her attention to TJ.

"Your reward is slightly different." Her tone had changed, but this time. TJ had a weird feeling in his stomach. Like he was being drawn to her. This lust was overpowering.

"You get to fuck me,"

"Oh really?" TJ said and inched his way closer.

"Of course, this is how you like me right? Off some liquor, a little loose, I can't fight you as hard." She said, standing up. She licked her lips for the fourth time that day and wrapped her arms around his shoulders and TJ smirked, "I love a little fight. You get so wet like that,"

"I'm already so wet," she moaned and TJ made sure not to kiss her. Not after sucking his best friends dick.

"You don't get down like that huh?" She didn't miss a beat that Selene.

"Afraid not,"

"Oh you 'll get down though," and pushed the top of his head down to go between her legs. Now this was more like it.

"Time to return the favor and pay your dues." Selene said, he admired the fabric that covered her. He breathed her in deeply and already saw moisture.

The head he had given was mediocre but enough to get her moaning and legs shaking. She tasted like heaven. He was on his knees and for a moment, understood why women complained about hurt knees after sucking dick. She held his head in place and grinded up against him before pulling him away.

"Tell me your dirty secrets," she begged and he rose to his feet, gripped her face and backed her into the bed.

"I love drinking. I love sex. I love to take advantage of women who don't know any better. I love gripping her face and forcing my tongue down her throat. I love when they whimper," TJ couldn't stop the words coming out of his mouth and Selene soaked up every single bit of it. She ripped at his clothes, tossing her own robe aside while he worked on her bra.

"I'm silent. I make her want me and then I take what I want. I take it." TJ said breathlessly and Selene had stripped him of his pants and boxers.

"Then take it, take what you want," Selene said, her eyes looking wildly into his and he pressed his weight on her, forcing her into the bed and aggressively pushing her legs open.

He didn't think twice about a condom.

"Show me who you really are." It was as if her words were electricity to his psyche.That was the last thing Selene could say before TJ covered her mouth and focused on being inside of her. Selene's eyes narrowed and he sloppily bit down on her neck. The liquor speaking. He was so wrapped up in her that he couldn't see her gaze going to the door and two women entered the room, both dressed in maid outfits and she tilted her head to the bathroom door. The two maids entered and Selene, with borderline inhuman strength pushed him off onto his back and straddled him. The way she was riding him, he wasn't going to last long.

He didn't want her on top.

"I didn't tell you to fucking move," He said as he gripped her throat.

"Is this rough sex to you?" Selene choked out and like a thirsty dog, he just pounded away, not saying anything.

"I want you to stop. Right now. I don't want this anymore." Selene said in a monotone.

But he didn't, she relaxed her muscles and flipped her back over.

"You don't want me to stop. You want this," He said. Selene was quiet. She smiled to herself. The chandelier flickered.

Right before his climax, TJ heard giggling and turned around to see Zion standing with a flushed face, between two familiar looking females. He looked like he just puked.

"You brought company?" TJ said overjoyed, still pinning Selene down.

"No, he didn't." Selene's voice held power this time, to the point TJ had to move back. Selene stood up very slowly. The air in the room shifted.

"Your friend was given a truth serum. One that if you live openly on your own bullshit, you will vomit on it. You on the other hand," She paused, allowing TJ to blink a few times.

Was this some sort of roleplay?

What the fuck?

"You took to it just nicely. You spilled your truth without vomiting." She walked over to stand next to the Maid closest to the door.

"Do you recognize these two young ladies?" Selene asked.

TJ was still hard and shook his head.

"Yes you do, you just don't want to." Her voice triggered a memory in his head.

"No, no, no, I don't want to. Stop."

She looked at him with a vacant expression and TJ swallowed hard. This must be the girls mother or something, he thought. This is going to be awkward. He didn't know what to say next. But he had to think fast.

"I will make this brief. But it will be something you won't ever be able to process. Taj Jones, you have committed the worst act in the name of lust and must be purged. You will pay your dues. You must be cleansed of your sin. Alexis, Katrina, I leave the rest to you," Selene turned still naked and made her way to the door.

TJ was beyond confused, how did she know his name? Why was Zion so quiet? What did she mean?

The two maids, who looked lively and happy leaned forward into Zion's ear and whispered something, something that made his eyes go dark.

"Zion, man what are you doing?" TJ asked, covering himself and backing away.

"About to kill you of course." Alexis said.

"What the fuck is going on here?" TJ scrambled to his feet and dashed for the door. Zion walked slowly behind, his eyes still blank. He didn't even look like himself, let alone acting like it.

As soon as he got to the door, Selene stood, now back in her black dress as she had earlier that day with her arms folded and a sweet yet seductive smile on her face.

"It is noble to ask rather than take TJ. If only grandma had instilled that in you." She stroked his cheek, a single tear rolling down her face and felt Zion's hands on his head.

"No wait-" A crack and then a plop, his body dropped to the floor.

Selene exhaled, "I am like you sometimes TJ, I don't listen to the word no either."

Part 2

Tonight was the night. The night for Kansas's performance, one of my dearest long term friends was in a musical and had the lead. I felt more excited and nervous than she probably did. But I was ready to go. I had two mutual friends accompany me, Lawrence and Tia, they weren't as close to her but came for support which I appreciated and we fought to find good seats in the front.

Of course, since we as black folk, always going to make some noise when we're told to stay quiet, we settled for the first row in the middle section. I was too busy excited for her performance, to really pay attention to my two friends conversing amongst themselves. I was happy to see our old teacher from our old theatre program back when we were kids join us. His name was Richie, who had aged well and his wife sat on the other side of him.

"You three have sprouted right up from the little pods I met," He said and hugged the three of us one by one.

"We grown now teach. We not even little pods." Lawrence said, shaking his head and pulling him into a brief hug.

"What are you all now? Early twenties?" Richie asked, and I turned to wave to Richie's wife. Her name wasn't coming to my mind, so I just gave her a small smile.

"22. Golden age." I said, popping my collar. I had turned 22 on the 22nd the past summer and was trying to bask in my favorite number and lucky year. Tia intervened with a loud obnoxious clear of her throat.

"23 over here. These youngins got some catching up to do." We rolled our eyes at her.

"Shut up girl, you turned 23 last week. Pipe down," I teased and she giggled.

Richie looked between us, like proud parents and said, "Well you all look great. Hope life has been treating you all well."

"I graduated last year. Finally about to start my internship in a few weeks." Tia said.

"I'm the manager at the hotel two blocks from here. Making some major bank which will help invest in the hotel of my own." Lawrence chimed.

They all turned to me and I shrugged. "Just trying to figure out what the fuck I want to do still." The word fuck escaped my lips and for a moment, I felt like I was back in class but then I remembered. I'm grown.

"Just bartending," I said, shaking my head. "Where? You can make me a stiff drink." He said with a light chuckle. I laughed in return like I had not heard that a hundred times, comes with the territory.

"At an American Legion, I'll be sure to tell you before I leave," I said and noticed the lights started to dim.

The show was about to start. I took off my coat and draped it over my lap and sat down. Tia and Lawerence took a seat to my left and Richie took his to my right.

The lights dimmed.

The show began.

Kansas was a natural, acting her complete ass off and had the whole crowd engulfed in her performance. After about 30 minutes of watching, I felt something creep up my leg. I froze for a moment, shifting in my skirt and trying not to look over.

It was Richie's hand. Now this caught me by surprise. But I didn't want to think about it. I was here for a friend and that's what the focus would be on.

I moved his hand away and tugged my coat tighter to my legs, trying to wrap them around so I could sit on it. But before I knew it, his fingers were under me too. I looked over at him and he didn't make any eye contact. Just continued watching the show.

I pulled away and before I knew it, there were his fingers, now moving across places I did not want him.

"Stop it," I whispered through my teeth. I know he heard me, I saw his eyes flash to me for a moment.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I felt frozen.

"Move your hand. No." I snapped. I couldn't move after he didn't listen. I didn't know what else to say. It was like someone had stapled my lips shut and I spent the rest of the time trying to get away from his fingers but I couldn't leave the seat. Why wouldn't I move? Why didn't I talk to my friends sitting directly next to me?

"She's amazing isn't she?" Tia said, looking at me with amazement.

I felt tears pile in my eyes. "Yes, she is." I said and he didn't stop. His fingers kept invading me and I was worried, my body isn't reacting the way I wanted it to.

I don't remember the rest of her performance but I remember that when it came for intermission, I finally had the strength to move my legs and bolted to the bathroom.

I didn't look back. Blood filled my ears so I don't know if anyone called after me. I don't think anyone did.

I found myself in the bathroom, ready to vomit and was surprised to see Kansas sitting on the floor with her head between her knees.

"Kansas what-"

"He touched you too didn't he? I saw him," she said, with tears in her eyes and I blinked back at her. The room was spinning.

She sniffled and her red eyes looked at me. "I saw that look on your face and he did it to me too. He touched me too. I didn't want to be touched Sea, I didn't want it. I didn't want it," she repeated and I put my arms over her as she sobbed.

"I didn't want it either." I said, with my lip quivering. "I can't go back out there Sea." She said, shaking.

"Yes you do. Otherwise he will win-" I tried. I needed her to do this. For us.

"I don't care. He already won. He already won when I didn't say anything," She was almost screaming now. I pushed her brown hair back to show her face. She didn't deserve this. This was supposed to be her night.

"Kansas, you listen to me. You go back up there and do what you were born to do and I promise I'll make that son of a bitch pay," I say and she steadies her breathing.

"He has not won. This is just starting," I assure and she wipes her face, lifts her chin high and stands.

"You promise?"

"I swear on it," I say. Then she exits the bathroom, leaving me to myself for about 5 minutes to scream at the top of my lungs into my hands. I want to come out of my skin. I want to come out of my skin. I don't want this body. I don't want this. It happened again. It happened again. Again. Again.

The words repeated in my head. But now was not the time. I had to take care of my friend.

I exited as well and walked back into the auditorium. Lawrence and Tia didn't seem to notice I was gone. No one seemed to notice my face being puffy from tears.

"The second act's about to start. Do you mind switching seats? It's hard to see on my end?" Tia asked.

"No! Can you switch with Lawrence?" I rushed out. No one could sit next to him and be at risk. Richie looked at me as if nothing happened, pushing his glasses against his face and wiping the hand he used on my across his lip and looked back at his wife.

I sat down in my seat again as the lights dimmed and tried not to visibly shake. I had imagined myself on a cloud far and high away from here. Only until I heard Kansas voice. It was shaking. She was cracking.

I looked up on the stage and our eyes met. I felt death on her.

The rest was too fast for me to even comprehend so instead I leaned over in Richie's ear and whispered.

"The hands you tainted me with are the same hands that touched your daughter. You think because you're so well liked that I won't make your life a living hell. What will your wife say when she knows that you take pleasure in molesting women? What will your job think?"

"Who would believe you? And even if they did, what will be done?" He said back with a tone that would make anyone believe we were discussing gas prices.

My face dropped. My emotions dropped.

Who would believe me?

After it ended, I confronted the wife and told her. She just stared at me and dragged her husband along.

Kansas thanked me after her show..and that was it....

That was it. Anti climatic. That. Was. It.

I was dazed and definitely deflecting as Lawrence, Tia and I walked back to our respective homes.

"She's right you know. It doesn't matter who believes you. As long as you say it." Lawrence said and I cringed at his words. Something Kansas said before she left. She didn't look good. I should probably call her.

It did matter who believed me. Otherwise I'd just be seen as a liar. I didn't say anything though.

"Sexual abuse is tricky though you know? People try to take into account if you were drinking, what you were wearing. It's honestly bullshit." Tia tried to lighten the mood and I smiled at her.

"It doesn't take alcohol to make someone into a creep. You're already a creep." I said after awhile and the trail got thinner. It was a cold night and I was certainly glad I wore my thick jacket. It didn't save me from anything except the night air.

We walked in single file as we walked further into the trail. A large black gate was enclosed and we could see a house sitting at the top of the hill.

"It's cold as fuck yall, I don't even know where we are." Tia said.

"We always come this way, I don't know how?" Lawrence said. "I don't recognize this gate,"

A woman stood at the enclosed door. She was a beautiful black woman with a black dress on, a diamond necklace around her neck with curly hair. It looked like mine.

She looked like she was having some formal dinner of sorts.

"Are you three alright?" She asked calling at us.

"Damn, she fine as hell," Lawrence mumbled under his breath and Tia and I scoffed.

"Just a little lost," Tia said and we walked closer to her. Her warmth radiated off her body, she felt like home.

"A storm is coming children, would you like to come inside and call a ride?" She asked kindly and Tia took a step back.

"No offense but a lot of black folk going missing, we good sis."

"I know, that's why I asked. Please forgive me for being forward, but we have to look out for each other." She said and we all exchanged a look. For some reason, it was far too easy for us to be lured into her house.

But as we followed her up the hill, the safer I felt.

She wasn't bad. I could sense that. My spirit wasn't going off.

Her house was huge and I mean huge. I came from humble beginnings so this would be considered to be a dream home for me.

It smelt like Christmas, if that were even a smell. Cinnamon, cooked goods, something made with love.

"Please sit at the table and call your rides. It's supposed to snow really badly tonight," the woman said, looking back at his. Tia even eyed the woman up and down.

She was fairly attractive.

"Thank you very much," Lawrence said took out his phone. "Well my shit's dead, Sea, call me an uber and I'll cash app you when I charge it." He said, but to my surprise, mine was dead too.

"Don't look at me now, mine died before the second act was over." Tia said holding her hands up in defeat.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you have an iphone x charger?" I asked and the woman smiled at us.

"Yall need to do better with keeping your phones charged. Safety first." She said, she went up the stairs and after some moments, came back down and handed us three each.

With how large her house was, she probably had all types of apple products.

"Thank you, this really is a nice place you got here. Thanks for letting us in, I'm Tia. That's Lawrence and Sea" Tia said.

The woman smiled back, "My name is Selene."

"Yeah this is nice, you just told me to go harder for my goals." Lawrence added.

"Hard work pays off, remember that." The woman beamed at us. I found an outlet in the wall and plugged my phone up and sat on the floor by it. Lawrence used the one near the sink and Tia on the wall closest to the stairs.

"If you don't mind me asking, do you live here by yourself?" Tia asked.

"No, I have my maids who live with me as well. But I consider them to be family." The woman replied and as if on cue, about four women came from around the corner in maids outfits.

They looked around our age and all had different hairstyles. Two black girls, one hispanic and another white.

They looked happy which is better than me because I couldn't be a maid at all.

"Selene, do you want to come see what the foyer looks like? We decided to spruce it up and give it some color!" One of the shorter black girls said.

"I would, can you fetch me Zion and make sure that these three are properly taken care of. Excuse me, I have to go see the new adjustments made." The woman named Selene excused herself and followed the four.

"How do all of them look good? Yall can go ahead, just leave me here with them." Lawrence said with a lustful look.

"I'm with L on this one. We might have to befriend her," Tia added.

As much as I enjoyed the hospitality and also just looking at the women here, I wanted to get home as quickly as possible so I could cry my eyes out. I pushed the memories and repetitive talk back down and swallowed the lump in my throat while the two went back and forth on how much they liked being here.

A young black man entered the room with a black sweat suit on. Was this her son? Certainly wasn't a butler.

"Hey y'all, I'm Zion, is there anything you need?" He said in a rather chipper voice. He looked happy too, but his nose was red and he talked as if he were sick.

"A drink would be lovely. We were walking for a good 20 minutes and it's cold as balls." Tia said.

"Liquor or no liquor?" He asked.

"What kind of liquor?"

Typical Tia.

"Champagne, classy for the kitchen." He replied.

"Throw some OJ in there, if you got it and that will be perfect."

Lawrence asked for some as well and they all looked at me. I could sure use a drink. "Sure, why the hell not?" I said, trying not to be a stick in the mud.

"I love mimosas too," He said softly and opened the large fridge and retrieved a large glass container. You know you're rich when you don't even need the carton.

He popped an expensive bottle, causing my two friends to cheer and we watched him pour our glasses.

I checked my phone as the apple sign finally popped up. It was only at 10%. I was going to finish my glass and make my way back to my house. I was not in a very talkative mood.

They talked amongst themselves and I listened carefully, sipping my drink and pulling up the uber app, ready at any given moment.

Selene and two of the four maids I had seen entered the room again. The way Selene carried herself was mysterious, but also very sure, like she was an open book.

"Hey Miss Selene, what kind of artwork do you have up in this crib?" asked Tia.

"I have some rare artifacts and first editions upstairs, along with many books if you're interested in looking," She said in a soft voice.

"Please!" Tia grabbed her glass and I decided to follow, we all were leaving together, I wouldn't leave them here.

We followed her upstairs, leaving Zion downstairs.

"Is that your son?" I ask, the first thing I said in quite some time.

"No, I took him in after he made some poor decisions. I'd like to think I have a positive influence on him," It was hard to tell if she was joking or being serious. She was certainly timidly animated.

The hallway split and she turned to the right and opened a random door with a diamond doorknob. She clearly had expensive taste as well.

She opened the door and it revealed a large deep room that was lined with bookshelves and paintings. In the middle, sculptures of all sorts filled the room. It was blue. Filled with life. I didn't pay too much attention.

"This is dope as fuck!" Tia was in love clearly.

"You like pretty things Tia?" She asked, this time I could tell she was teasing.

"Oh yes, powerful things. Things I can obtain," Tia said, walking around the room. Lawrence had finished his glass and was looking into old books.

Selene glanced at me.

"The maids, did you take them in too?" I asked. I was being nosy and I couldn't help but hope she didn't think I was being weird. I just needed to talk. Even if it was about something else.

"They sort of fell into my doorstep. I'm a person that cares about the well-being of others...and people that have been so hurt and beat up by life are drawn to me. Good and bad. I try to do what I can with the people I come across. I can tell the hearts of people." She said with a chill in her voice. I said nothing.

We observed the space and Tia had gotten very close to Selene and said, "I love your taste in art. This is a beautiful space and now we need to be friends," There Tia goes being her naturally a little too personal self.

Selene let out a hearty laugh, "You're all too kind,"

Lawrence spoke this time, "You got a game room? Since you're full of surprises."

"What kind of games do you like Lawrence?" Her voice had grown soft again. Lawrence couldn't hide his expression and grinned, "Hands on,"

"Well if that's what you're interested in, that can be found in my room," Then we walked out and passed another room with the door open. Zion was sitting on a queen bed that had a pink couch in the corner, a lamp in the other and a wardrobe in up against the wall.

I guess he lived here too.

I wonder who else did?

We followed her to the end of the hallway on the left. Her room was large and a chandelier was dangling over the bed.

"Would you three care for some hard liquor?" She asked. I saw a small table with multiple crystal containers.

"It's been quite a night, so hell yes." Lawrence said.

"What's been going on?" Selene asked, as she fixed us four glasses of dark liquor from the largest bottle. She offered me a glass and I politely took it. As much as I wanted to down it, I wanted to do it in the comfort of my own home and by myself.

"Work's been Hell, had a break up not too long ago," Lawrence said and we all joined our glasses in a toast.

"What about you Tia?" Selene asked, she acknowledged his answer beforehand with a somber head nod.

"I had a break up too. It was my fault but I'm not trippin. I've been stacking my money so I can't complain too much." Tia said and the two of them downed most of their glass.

Selene took a sip as well.

"What about you Sea?"

"I've been good. Just working a lot." I said, and sipped. It was strong. Just how I liked it, probably some Wild Turkey.

She eyed me for a moment and then looked back at the other two.

"Two breakups, thats hard. To be young and in love huh? Well if there's any advice I can give you as an older woman. Be young and be a little reckless as long as it's responsible." She said and my two friends finished their glasses.

"Mind if we have one more?" Tia asks, and Selene nods. "It is more noble to ask rather than take." She says and pours them both a healthy glass.

"Now about those games," Lawrence says after finishing his second one.

"Oh yes, Mr. Hands On. You want a classic like pacman or a new model xbox type?" She said teasing and I took a large gulp.

Mostly so I could finish my glass and hint that I wanted to leave.

When I did, the burning taste reminded me of a scream that had itched from my throat hours prior. And another similar scream I had years back when I was in high school.

I heard the chatting of my teeth. The ringing in my head. I want to come out of my skin. I don't want to be here. I don't want this body. I don't want this mind. I don't want this. I want to leave. I want to leave.

When I opened my eyes, it felt like I lost a good 10 minutes because now Lawrence was all too close to Selene's face and Tia sat on the small couch/futon on the wall watching them.

What the fuck is happening?

Lawrence had gripped Selene's face and brought her into a kiss. Now what the hell did I miss? I felt uncomfortable. I watched the two make out for sometime but I could see that Selene had her lips pressed together most of the time. She had her hands on his chest. Lawrence looked like he was one of those overly aggressive men in the club. Tia leaned back, clearly getting aroused.

"You taste so good."

"I bet I do," She said cockily back and turned to Tia.

"Do you want to taste me too?"

I stood there for quite some time, just frozen again. Not knowing what to say or do. They kissing turned into clothes coming off. The rest I blocked out. I was just a stranger in the audience, wanting to go home. I heard moaning. I heard sounds that I really didn't want to hear unless I was looking up some lesbian porn on my browser later or something. I didn't want to hear any of this.

"This is the best head I've ever had." I heard Lawrence. "Tell me your secrets," Selene hissed.

"Oh fuck, you know I aint shit. You sniffed me out didn't you? You like em bad baby?" He replied.

I drank.

"Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Tia is mine for the next half hour." She said.

I didn't lift my head from the glass. It was empty. I heard Selene's voice again except this time she was in front of me and Tia was on the bed. "You can sit in this chair over here and help yourself to whatever you want to drink." I flinched near her and tried not to pay attention to the fact she was butterball naked.

I could feel my ears burning. "You don't have to look away," She said.

"Yes I do," Why was I ashamed of her nudity? Like it was mine?

She made me feel naked. I sat on a separate chair that they hadn't been on and Tia and Selene fooled around on the bed.

"Tell me your secrets." I heard again.

"I like them unsuspecting. I'm a black widow." Tia moaned.

I know the type of sex they were having was enough to make the maids come upstairs but I'm surprised it took them as long as it did for them to come in. Two maids stood at the door. One hispanic and one white. The other two black girls I saw had gone into Zion's room.

"Are you okay?" The white maid asked me. She had a concerned look on her face.

"Yes, I am okay." I replied quickly and I filled my glass again. The two girls went into the bathroom and came back with Lawrence, who was still naked from the waist down. Still clearly hard.

"Oh that's so hot. I want to watch." He pleaded and the two girls led him out of the room.

"Your lust will get the best of you little boy, come with us," The hispanic maid said. Tia and Selene continued their sexual escapade. I didn't listen. I tried not to. I just drank and drank and drank. But couldn't get drunk. I just heard the screaming louder. My screams of agony. After awhile, I saw Selene in my face again, Tia was on the ground writhing in what looked like pleasure.

She grabbed my hand and led me to the bed and I felt her hand caress my face and I shuddered.

"Seairah, tell me your secrets." She said my name clearly. I was too shocked to even ask how she knew it.

"Please don't," I begged and she froze hovering over me. Her face looked blurry.

"Don't what?"

"Please...don't touch me too," I begged and she moved from the bed and I closed my eyes for I don't know how long.

I heard a distant voice saying something along the lines of "You have committed terrible acts in the name of lust. Pay your dues."

Then Lawrence scream.

Then I heard, "Men in power doesn't mean men who consent. You have committed a terrible act of lust."

I heard Tia scream.

I saw Selene again and she was fully clothed and reached out to stroke my face but I flinched back.

"What happened to you dear girl? Who touched you?" She asked. That's all it took. I broke down into tears and sobbed hysterically.

"It happened twice. I got molested today and I've been before and I got touched and I didn't want it Selene. I didn't want it. I said no. I pulled away but I couldn't move. I froze. I couldn't talk, I couldn't say anything. I felt so weak and everyone just act like it didn't happen and I don't want to be a burden and it doesn't seem like a big deal to anybody but it's a big deal to me because my life will never be the same and I can't get away from it. Ever. I can't drown it in anything. I'm not okay." I rambled and rambled and I felt her warm hand lift to hug me, as if a mother hugging a daughter. The chandelier swayed above us.

"No hush little babies here. Talk about it sister. Scream about it." She said.

"He touched me over and over and over and over and my mind makes me think I wanted it. I didn't want to be touched. Fuck. I didn't want it. I said no. No one will do anything even if I do tell. People want me to tell my story and I want to help people. You help people. Maybe you can help me? People want to help but who can help me? Who else is going to understand?" I felt my body overheat. I felt myself getting angry. I began to scream. She held me closer and I heard her screaming too. Loudly.

"I hate myself. I hate this. Why did this happen to me again? I didn't deserve this. Not this time, not the first time. I'm tired of being told this all happens for a reason. What the fuck is the reason? There's no reason!" She rocked me back and forth in her arms.

"Keep talking." She whispered and my body became light, as if I were falling asleep.

"Will I ever wake up?" I asked her and I felt us move. But I didn't open my eyes.

"If you're lucky." She said.

"Selene?"

"Yes,"

"It wasn't my fault." I said, sniffling.

"It wasn't your fault Seairah. Don't let anyone make you think differently. Don't jail yourself." She said and I felt cold air on my body. But she was so warm. She was the safest I ever felt. I didn't want to leave.

"What am I going to do?" I ask her, clutching onto what felt like a tight dress.

"Wake up," Selene's voice sounded like a lullaby and I felt her lips press against my forehead. When I opened my eyes, it was dawn, the birds were chirping and it didn't snow. I sat up and realized I was lying down right outside the gate.

I reached into my pocket and found a maids hat, then my mother came running up the trail.

"We have to get out of here, now."

Then I woke from a dream that gave me more comfort than any person in my reality ever did.

**** Authors Note

I am actually very good with deciphering my dreams, I come from a family that also has vivid and intense dreams so we help each other out often. So some things about this dream that I realized when I woke up that I couldn't include in the dream are this.

The room that TJ and Zion are cleaning in the beginning was symbol for me about how after a sexual assault, they will clean up after themselves. The clothes were the men and women who had been raped/assaulted. That's why Zion lived in it in the second half of my dream. "you made your bed and laid in it."

Zion was possessed by guilt, but there was something supernatural about the house and Selene

The mimosa was a symbol of a respectable drink and how it loosens people up. The dark liquor being how it shows peoples true colors.

(I was intoxicated during my sexual assault)

My mom loves crab apples, still piecing that part together. Everything else is a little too personal to talk about, but if you'd like to know, I'm happy to share. Selene and the house have a bigger meaning, but I know what i means now....

Thank you guys for reading. Im currently typing up a dream I had a few weeks ago. It was about when I went back in time. I love y'all. Be safe.