COMMISSION: Mystery at MacMaster ch.9

Author's Note: I think this one should be safe to put here! Fingers crossed!

[story] [fu/fu] [all characters are 18+]

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‭‭‭Kora’s house, spacious and abandoned and it so often tended to be, seemed like the most obvious choice for a meeting place. With a loose-knit group of co-conspirators beginning to take form, texts were sent out, and the meeting was finally set to take place on tuesday, after school. Kora obviously hosted the event, and while Luiza was still skeptical about the supernatural elements of this strange case, nothing would keep the fledgling detective from attending such a curious soirée. Likewise, Piper was already involved with the case, as was Heather Edwards. The unexpected guests, in this instance, came in the form of Mica Bell, who seemed mildly panicked about the whole thing, and Seneca Sky, back in town and already on the warpath. There was a bit of a delay before everyone had finally arrived, with Heather Edwards arriving last, strolling in as if she hadn’t been even the slightest bit late.

“Alright, awesome, everyone’s here,” Kora sighed, gesturing towards a card table she’d laid out in the living room, festooned with cheap, simple snacks like bags of chips, store-bought dips, cans of soda, and hot dogs that may or may not have ever been introduced to a heat source. “I brought snacks if anyone’s interested–”

“What in the world is Mica doing here?” Piper arched a brow, ignoring the snacks but cracking open a can of orange soda, jade-green eyes locked on the redhead – oft the lesser of her early tormentors, but part of the same clique, nonetheless.

“I’m…” Mica hesitated in the face of the sudden scrutiny, “look, I saw some things that I just… I mean, I needed answers. Real question is, what the fuck is Seneca doing here?”

“Blow me,” Seneca said from her perch, lounged sideways across the loveseat with her legs dangling over the arm.

“No thanks, I’m fine being the only person I know who hasn’t,” Mica grimaced.

“Yet.”

“Okay, petty squabbles aside–” Luiza began, but was interrupted before she could even begin a rallying cry.

“Look, getting away from your little group of giga-bitches was the best thing I ever did,” Piper insisted, “I have better things to do than dick around with Vanessa’s crony and Vanessa’s girlfriend.”

“Ex-girlfriend,” Seneca chuckled, “believe me, if anyone hates Vanessa more than you do, it’s me.”

“Guys, can we–”

A sharp pop rung through the room, that of a bag of chips being swiftly ripped open. The sound was sufficiently abrupt to buy a moment of silence, all eyes turning to the source of the action – Heather Edwards. She’d vanished from sight only moments after arriving, but had now drifted into view once more, her dark, unflinching gaze seeming to stare at everyone simultaneously. “I had hoped that, whether by curiosity or necessity, our situation would permit you to forego your primitive instincts,” she said, her voice calm yet forceful. “If your embarrassing teenage spats are more compelling to you than uncovering the source of this crime, by all means, let me know, and I shall continue on my own. If you’d prefer to be silent and listen, I can share what secrets I have managed to unveil.”

There was a long moment of quiet, several of the other girls looking back and forth between each other. Piper took a long drink from her soda, then nodded. “Right. What have you got?”

Heather Edwards waited only a moment for further protest, then exhaled, and continued. “The authorities are not simply unwilling to cooperate with us – they are unable. I have tested this in the field multiple times. They are able to superficially comprehend this crime, but not interfere with it, and insistence upon it results in a sort of… cognitive shutdown.”

“Like what happened with Mrs. Vinke,” Mica breathed, looking troubled. The statement quickly drew the attention of Heather Edwards, whose head snapped to face her like that of a hungry owl.

“You’ve experienced this for yourself?”

Mica nodded. “We were… talking, and I brought up the Nowak thing. Just as something to talk about, just like, gossip, you know?” she paused, chewing at the inside of her cheek, mulling over her next words. “It was like she just factory reset. Like, she couldn’t ‘get’ it at first, kept brushing it off, then when I tried to explain, it was like she just forgot the past few minutes had ever happened. It was so weird, and… scary.”

“This aligns with my observations,” Heather Edwards nodded. “I’ve tried it a few times, most notably with some pig who tried to bring me in. Certain keywords pierce their defenses better than others – so far, the best performing phrase is ‘the death of Millie Nowak.’ It seems more effective than variants like ‘disappearance,’ ‘vanishing,’ or ‘abduction.’ My certainty that she yet lives has… diminished.”

“Fuck!” Seneca hissed under her breath.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Luiza shook her head, standing up from her seat and turning her attention fully to the situation at hand. “This is getting too weird. They have a shutdown phrase, like sleeper agents?” Equal measures of hesitance, curiosity, and skepticism read in both her face and voice – this was too big for her to ignore, even if her first instinct was disbelief.

“Correct.” Heather Edwards said flatly.

“And how does this all tie in with the library and everything?” Luiza bounced back.

Kora nodded, “Right, clues so far were that Millie spent way too much time at the library….”

“The Radis mentioned that she was constantly ‘studying,’ which coincides with that,” Piper added.

“How’s it going with them, by the way?” Kora turned to her friend.

“Like you would not believe. I’m planning to see them again tonight, and… I think it may be time for us to go all the way,” Piper said shyly, keeping her voice low.

“If I wanted girlfriend gossip I’d be with Vanessa right now,” Mica huffed, “you realize I’m missing Topless Tuesday for this?”

“The ginger is right,” Heather Edwards said drily.

“Hey–!” Mica attempted, but was immediately interrupted.

“Intelligence gathered from Melody strongly suggested that Millie was checking out a single book only. She wasn’t simply studying up on a topic – she was obsessing over one item, for months. She must have read it cover-to-cover countless times.” With the slow, ominous ceremony only Heather Edwards would gracefully muster, she popped a single potato chip into her mouth.

“And we still don’t know what book it is?” Luiza inquired.

Heather Edwards took a long moment to chew, then swallow. Finally, she answered. “Not exactly. But I do know where it is.”

A derisive chuckle came from Seneca, “Yeah, the MacMaster High library, genius. We all know where it is.”

“Incorrect. I broke into the library and searched for it, but was unable to locate anything suspicious. With some effort – and, unfortunately, triggering the alarm at the school – I was able to access shipping logs on the library computer, the books and resources that have been coming in and out.” Heather Edwards let out a quiet sigh, allowing herself a moment of contemplation, though her sunglasses made it impossible to tell what was going on behind them. “I found a recent export to Seria City High, but one of the book titles had been thoroughly corrupted – just garbage characters, letters and numbers with no discernible pattern. When I inspected it, it was confirmed as having been sent to SCH… except the address was nowhere near Seria City. It’s somewhere here in town, a residential area.”

“So we watch the house, get a feel for the schedule, then get some crowbars and bust in a window when nobody’s home,” Seneca said confidently. “I met a guy in juvie who just got out, should be able to sell me a .44 on the down-low if anyone wants to chip in.”

“You really haven’t changed in the slightest, have you?” Mica sighed.

“Fuck yeah I did,” Seneca grinned widely. “I got way worse. Getting locked up is what teaches you how to be a true fuckup.”

“Her plan is reasonable,” Heather Edwards cradled her chin between thumb and forefinger, thoughtfully eating another chip.

“It is absolutely not reasonable,” Luiza facepalmed. “Look, I love snooping, but we need a way better plan than just busting into someone’s home to find some mysterious book. Who knows if we’ll even be able to find it? I’m way too young to end up in jail for attempted robbery. We don’t have enough info!”

Seneca shrugged. “I did suggest we case the joint first. Miss that part?”

“Waiting and watching is a great way to make the trail go cold,” Piper frowned, “but… maybe you’re right. We find the place and take turns keeping an eye on it, so we don’t raise suspicion individually.”

“Who’ll watch it when we’re all at school?” Kora chimed in. “That leaves a big opening when nobody will be able to watch the house, they could be doing anything and we wouldn’t know.”

“We can set up cameras,” Heather Edwards mused. “Though I only have a camcorder, and it lacks the battery power we’d need for around-the-clock surveillance.”

Piper nodded along, “I can rig them with external batteries. Attaching and containing power sources isn’t terribly difficult; it was a major feature of my science project last year. Wouldn’t be cheap, though.”

“I just got a pretty big allowance,” Mica thought aloud, then finally let out a sigh of resolve. “I’ll pitch in, if that helps. Think you can make it happen with a couple hundred bucks?”

Piper nodded. “We wouldn’t exactly be recording in 4k, but that’d be enough to scrape together all the surveillance gear we’d need.”

“And I can set them up!” Luiza beamed, suddenly invested now that cameras were involved. “I have a lot of experience with putting cameras in places people don’t look for them.”

“I bet you do, you pervert,” Kora wound one arm around her girlfriend’s waist, drawing Luiza close and planting a long, soft kiss on her lips. Finally, she turned back to the rest of the group. “So we have a plan, then. We round up cameras, Mica buys the stuff to have Piper turbo-charge them, then Luiza sets them up around the location. How long should we give it before we make our next move?”

“We’ll want enough time to be certain, but if the book’s getting moved around, we don’t wanna wait too long,” Piper thought aloud. “So, perhaps a week? Two weeks?”

“Two weeks would be safer,” Mica suggested, a hint of worry in her voice.

Seneca dismissed the thought immediately. “Sure, but it’s fuckin’ wasted if they move the book again. You all thought this whole thing was already buried and forgotten, but if evidence is being relocated, someone’s still actively covering their tracks, right? We gotta get on the motherfucker before the trail’s cold.”

Piper thought a moment, then spoke up again. “We don’t actually know where we’re going yet, nor do we have the equipment we need. This plan could have complications before it ever even starts. Let’s make this decision after we’ve actually gone there.”

“Yo, H.E., text me the address,” Seneca said, “I’ll scope it out after midnight, see what we’re dealing with.”

“Should probably send it to all of us, just to be safe,” Mica added.

Heather Edwards hesitated, then finally withdrew her phone from her pocket – a battered, beaten thing that looked like it had had numerous extensions plugged into a long-obsolete shell. A few moments of tapping her thumbs across the cracked front screen, and she offered a nod of confirmation. “It’s done.”

“Awesome,” Kora smiled. “So, uh… does anyone want hot dogs, or…?”

Five pairs of eyes turned back to the plate of hot dogs, sitting at a crisp room-temperature, unmarred by heat or condiments, lightly glistening with what could have only been the watery ‘juices’ from their original packaging.

“I’m doing intermittent fasting,” Mica said.

“Dinner with the Radis tonight,” Piper added.

“I ate before we got here,” Luiza chimed in.

“I forgot how to eat,” Heather Edwards nodded along.

Seneca hesitated, contemplating the sweaty, homogenized meat-tubes. She’d had worse, both in juvie and growing up. “Yeah, fuck it, I’ll have one.”

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

“Way for Mica to like, totally blow us off,” Vanessa sighed, rolling onto her back. She was in her bedroom upstairs, sprawled out across the bed and wearing only her underwear, consisting of a lacey pink bra and panties. Sending a few quick texts on a rhinestone-bedazzled smartphone, she sighed, letting the high-ticket device drop unceremoniously onto her flat belly. “And we were supposed to do Topless Tuesday today.”

“We… still could,” Octavia smirked, perched like a little gargoyle on the other side of the bed, legs tucked up against her chest. Unlike Vanessa’s more high-femme princess undies, Octavia wore boyshorts and a light gray sports bra that clung to her petite curves, the latter of which she abruptly and boldly pulled up and over her head, holding her wicked little grin as she tossed it to the side. “We don’t need Mica here to have fun, after all.”

“Mm… you know, you’re right,” Vanessa conceded after a long moment, sitting up and reaching behind her back, unclasping her own bra and letting it slip away, reminding Octavia of why she never missed a Topless Tuesday – Vanessa’s tits were absolutely exquisite, seemingly perfect from every angle, and the swim-team monarch had even managed to carefully avoid any noteworthy tan-lines. “Why can’t two hot girls get comfortable together? Mica would probably just say some pervy shit about my fucking mom, anyway.”

“Probably,” Octavia giggled back. Strangely, while Vanessa was always going to be Vanessa, the rare one-on-one time the two shared seemed more pleasant. The dynamic between them was forced to form a straight line, however diagonal, rather than the triangle it took the shape of when Mica was present. Vanessa was always going to be at the top, but at least it wasn’t just ‘her and her cronies,’ she had to actually try to be civil, or risk being left alone. “Okay, let’s play a game.”

“You know spin the bottle doesn’t really work with only two people, right?”

“Yeah, no, that’d just be us making out,” Octavia chuckled, “no, okay – name something naughty you’ve done before, that nobody else knows about.”

Vanessa mused it over for just a moment, then rolled over onto her stomach, facing the other girl. Her pensive expression quickly shifted to one of interest. “Okay, I’ll bite. You go first, then – so I know what the stakes are.”

“Hmm, well…” Octavia licked her lips, scooting down to lay on her back, her head parallel with Vanessa’s. “Ohh, I totally got spitroasted by the Radis a while back.”

“The twins?” Vanessa said, only half-incredulous. “I knew there was something going on, there.”

“Those two are absolutely wild,” Octavia said, sounding almost wistful. “Last I checked, they’re with that stupid bitch Piper, now. Guess their good taste only took them so far.”

“So they do always do… everything, together, then?”

“Everything. And they don’t always need company, either.”

“Hmmm,” Vanessa thought for a moment, trying to find something that properly countered Octavia’s impressive claim. “You know Iris, on the swim team? She’s with Melody now?”

“Mhm.”

“She has an older sister, just out of college now. Met her at a Christmas party a few months back, let her think she was the one creeping on me – ended up fucking her in Iris’s bed without her ever knowing. For as aggressive as she’d seemed at first, she took my dick straight up her ass without even trying to top, even let me cum inside of her. Some of the best sex of my life, looking back on it. I need to call her, one of these days, see what she’s up to.”

“You slut!” Octavia giggled, gently biting her lower lip. It would be a lie to say she wasn’t getting a little bit aroused, thinking about Vanessa doing her thing, and she could feel her bare nipples beginning to gradually stiffen. She quickly started to think about a story of her own, her mind weaving around the things she certainly couldn’t admit to Vanessa, like her trysts with Seneca. Those would definitely need to stay a secret. “You remember my aunt? Lanh, the hot one?”

“The one that didn’t speak any english?”

“Her.”

“How do you even understand her?”

Octavia blinked, nonplussed for a long moment. “You… do realize I also speak vietnamese, right?”

Vanessa paused, avoiding eye contact, then nodded. “Obviously. Continue.”

“She got pretty wasted when she visited for my birthday last year, got pretty handsy. We ended up doing some serious, uh… bonding, once everyone else went to bed. Mostly hand and mouth stuff, but wow, the things she could do with her fingers….”

“Wait, you fucked your own aunt? That’s so gross!”

“Wasn’t gross at the time,” Octavia giggled, “besides, she’s my mom’s younger sister, she’s only like eight years older than I am, and I’d only met her a few times. I think she’s back living in San Francisco, now.”

“You absolute pervert! You’re worse than Mica!”

“Hey, at least I have the decency not to fuck your aunt,” Octavia leered. “Okay, bitch, your turn!”

Vanessa sighed, thinking for a moment, letting her mind drift to a time that was at once quite recent, yet it felt so far away. “I… one time I was fooling around with a girl, and she, um… well she ended up… we got sort of switched around.”

Octavia arched a brow. “Switched around?”

“Like normally I would fuck her, right? But this one time – one time – I guess she got confused, or something, and she ended up… in me.”

It was all Octavia could do to hide her smirk. There was only one person Vanessa could be talking about, one person with the balls to top the untoppable, and that was Seneca. Having been fucked numerous times by Vanessa’s ex, she knew better than most that Seneca was both very assertive, and an absolute demon in the sack. Still, that was inside knowledge Octavia definitely couldn’t give away – she’d have to play dumb. “You mean you bottomed?”

“Well, we can’t all be as shameless about it as you, Tav,” Vanessa scoffed. “And like I said, it was one time, that’s all!”

“Hey, bottoms provide a very necessary service. I just happen to provide it with a smile,” Octavia grinned, nudging Vanessa’s bare side with her elbow. Currently out of view, but nonetheless vulnerable, her own slender girldick had risen to full stiffness, straining against the soft, stretchy fabric of her skintight shorts.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, since I have no intention of doing it again,” Vanessa insisted, unnecessarily defensive. “It didn’t even feel… that good. But whatever. Your turn, you little freak.”

“Hmm,” Octavia considered her options. She needed a real show-stopper… and one finally came to mind. “I gave Heather Edwards a handjob, once.”

“No shit?”

“In exchange for doing her homework. She… let me give her one.”

“So, hold up. Your reward was giving her a handjob?” Vanessa balked.

“And I had to promise to never tell anyone. But hey – who else do you know who’s actually seen Heather Edwards’ cock?”

“Fuck, I haven’t even seen her eyes.”

“It was so weird. She didn’t make a sound the entire time, but she blew the biggest load I’ve ever seen, all over my face, in my hair and shit,” Octavia chewed at her lip, reliving the memory.

“How…” Vanessa hesitated, unsure if she should even ask, “how big was she?”

“Huge. Only bigger one I’ve seen was on Rosa Domingo. That thing was nearly the size of my forearm.”

“Pfff. She ain’t shit. She probably had some kind of… magnifying… something.”

“I think my asshole can tell how big something is,” Octavia giggled.

“And size isn’t everything, anyway! I bet her technique was horrible, and she probably smelled funny. Like… fajitas or whatever.”

“Little racist, but okay.”

“All I’m saying is there’s no way she can fuck better than I can!”

Octavia shrugged, hiding an internal grin. She was getting Vanessa riled up, which was always dangerous, but terribly fun – sort of like playing with fireworks. “Well, I’ve never gotten fucked by you, so I can’t say. Rosa made me cum three times in one night.”

“And I can’t?!” Vanessa sat up abruptly, wheeling around to face Octavia. There was an obstinate fury in those icy blue eyes, and in an instant, she was sitting up on her knees, starting to shimmy her panties down. “Alright, Topless Tuesday’s about to become Bottomless, too.” Tugging the lacey pink garment all the way down around her knees, Vanessa revealed her cock, half-hard from the dirty talk leading up until now – and, like Vanessa herself, strikingly attractive. As it rose to full size, it became clear that the thing was a bit larger than average, but not oppressively so; a bit under seven inches. She was circumsized, and sported the very slightest upward curve, her smooth balls neither over- or undersized proportionate to her member. As usual, she knew what she had, and wore a smug, confident smile as Octavia stared up at the hardening shaft with both surprise, and a hint of genuine admiration.

“And I suppose you have a plan on what I should do with this?” Octavia teased, rolling over onto her belly, then getting up on all fours, bringing herself near face-level with Vanessa’s dick. It had a pleasant scent, if perhaps overly manufactured, smelling more like coconut, jasmine, and other ‘natural’ aromas than the actual human beneath.

“Well, you gave Mica a handjob, and she wasn’t even asking for one,” Vanessa glared.

“Maybe that’s why I did it,” Octavia grinned, but finally relented, leaning in to take a long, slow lick along the underside of Vanessa’s stiff cock, using her tongue to guide the tip of it towards her lips, then finally taking it into her mouth. “Mmnn…” she cooed quietly, taking her sweet time as she rolled her tongue around and around the firm shaft, just thick enough to be a mouthful without giving her an unwanted jaw workout.

There was something surreal about how casually Vanessa had demanded to be serviced; like there was nothing strange about this in any way. And, in a way… there wasn’t. Vanessa and Octavia had been friends since middle-school, had seen each other naked countless times, frequently talked about sex. In a way, it almost did feel like a favor, a fun activity that wouldn’t get in the way of their friendship. Who could tell how long things would stay that way, though. “Mmn, fuck… wow, you really have done this a lot, haven’t you?” Vanessa balked, quickly staggered by Octavia’s talented mouth. She shifted back a bit, no longer sitting up on her knees, keeping her thighs spread apart so that Octavia could pursue, her head bobbing slowly back and forth in the blonde queenpin’s lap.

“Mph mnn…?” Octavia murmured up at the other girl, unable to give a satisfactory answer with a hard cock in her mouth. The question, fortunately, had been largely rhetorical, and Vanessa wasted no effort insisting upon it – instead, she snaked her fingers through Octavia’s silky black hair, taking a hold of the back of the girl’s head and thrusting forward, pushing her throbbing dick down her friend’s throat. It was an easier endeavor than anticipated, with Octavia’s throat quickly and easily relaxing to take that shaft deep down it, the warm, wet tunnel contracting and massaging around Vanessa’s sensitive rod as the blonde began to thrust her hips forward in long, steady strokes.

“Mmn… oh, yeah, fuck yeah…” she gasped, lashes fluttering a moment before she finally relented, drawing backwards and sliding free of Octavia’s mouth, letting the other girl suck in a sharp, much-needed breath of air. “Alright, Tav, turn around, and let’s see how long you last when you get fucked by a real alpha bitch.”

“Should I feel excited or threatened?” the smaller girl grinned, but obeyed, remaining on all fours and turning to face her ass towards Vanessa. For as slim as she was, she had a pretty perky butt, one that was finally exposed in all its glory as Octavia tugged her panties down – revealing a short, slender penis, cute balls, and just above those, the tight, eager passage of her asshole.

“Yes,” Vanessa insisted, neither offering nor even considering returning the favor of going down on Octavia – this was about her, after all. Prodding the tip of her glistening member against Octavia’s back entrance, she let out a hiss of pleasure as she pushed her way inside, that hiss gradually rising to a moan as she felt herself slowly enveloped by the other girl’s tight ass. As snug as the opening was, though, Vanessa found herself surprised by how readily it adapted, stretching and tightening around the blonde’s hard dick with only a moment’s resistance and a long, drawn-out groan of pleasure from Octavia. “Nnph! I guess all that practice is… r-really paying off…” she shuddered, thrusting in deeper, her hands moving to the other girl’s hips to anchor her into place, holding her still so that Vanessa could deeply stuff her cock in and out, picking up a slow, steady rhythm.

There was a clear, immediate issue, though – despite Octavia’s heated whine of pleasure that made it obvious how much she was enjoying herself, Vanessa herself was gripped by that same pleasure. It had been a little while since she’d had sex, in all seriousness, and… fuck, Rosa had made her cum three times?

She shook the doubts from her head, replacing them with indignant determination as she rammed forward, pumping her hot cock up Octavia’s ass again and again, doing her best to keep her breathing as steady as the pace of her thrusts. She bit her lip, looking down at her friend’s slender back, and reached out to grab a handful of that jet-black hair. “Nn, well, you’ve certainly… got energy…” Octavia moaned beneath her, leaning down on her folded arms, fingers making fists in the sheets as she had her ass relentlessly drilled, her tight hole gripping snugly and hungrily around its persistent invader. “Just… mnnh!… a l-little faster… smack my ass…!”

“I always knew you were a pervert,” Vanessa grumbled, “and that was before I knew about the aunt thing.” Nonetheless, she complied, unwilling to turn down such an offer – she buried herself in deep, bringing one hand from Octavia’s hip to deliver a sharp spank, then another, then another, relishing the sensation of the slimmer girl squirming and shuddering beneath her. The action provided some measure  of distraction, too, something to focus on besides the feeling of Octavia’s tight hole gripping around her… something to keep her from getting off too quickly. Unfortunately, despite the fact that Octavia certainly seemed to be enjoying herself, bringing her to three orgasms seemed not just unlikely, but entirely impossible.

Vanessa delivered another swift spank, a thin sheen of sweat beginning to coat her athletic figure as she railed the other girl harder and harder, picking up the pace as high as she felt she could reasonably sustain. Had she been a more attentive and educated lover, she may have adjusted the angle of her thrusts to better pleasure her partner, but… well, this was Vanessa. Selflessness simply wasn’t up her alley.

Fortunately, while three orgasms didn’t seem like a realistic goal anymore, the abrupt feeling of Octavia tightening around her let Vanessa know she had at least gotten one. Letting out a blissful squeal of climax and unleashing a few short jets of cum onto the bed beneath her, Octavia twitched and shivered with pleasure as she was brought to her peak… and Vanessa’s own load followed very close behind. As if Octavia’s increasing moans were the green light needed for Vanessa to finally let loose, she unloaded, squirt after squirt of her hot seed shooting straight into the other girl’s backside, filling her before a few final, errant burbles began to leak out around Vanessa’s cock, dribbling down Octavia’s balls.

Octavia’s moans finally lowered into a soft, contented murmur, swaying her hips from side to side as the other girl’s dick slowly slid free of her. “Mmn, that wasn’t too bad…” she began, looking back to see Vanessa already slumped back against the bed, eyes closed and her cock gradually softening, properly tuckered out and very obviously not ready for another round. “...Oh. Well. Hm.”

“That’s how it’s done,” Vanessa breathed, only for Octavia to arch a quizzical brow.

“It is? I thought you said three times would be no problem?”

“It’s all about technique. You fit three orgasms into one.”

Octavia’s eyes went half-lidded in annoyance, and she sat up, folding her arms across her tiny chest, softening member dangling cutely between her thighs. “That’s not how that works. Huh, I didn’t wanna believe it, but I guess Rosa really does have you beat.”

“Pff! Just because you have no taste doesn’t mean she’s better than me,” Vanessa scoffed, though she was unable to prevent an embarrassed flush from rising to her cheeks. Rosa Domingo! That woman was proving to be a constant thorn, and the fact that their rivalry was entirely one-sided made it all the more infuriating. “And… like, whatever! Be happy for what you got! Now you can brag to Mica, if she ever comes back.”

“Yeah… brag, that’s what I’ll do,” Octavia rolled her eyes, sighing. Still, she decided to cut her losses – getting fucked and cumming even once was still a win, even if she’d been expecting a little more after all the hype. “Alright, I’m gonna take a shower. Afterwards – topless Twister, as usual?”

“May as well just do naked Twister, at this point,” Vanessa shrugged, then yawned. “I’m gonna take a nap while you’re in there.”

“Yeah,” Octavia chuckled, sitting up and heading towards the bathroom adjacent to Vanessa’s room, leaving her clothes behind entirely. “You do that.”