Absolute Gullibility Syndrome 04

Eric knocked on the door into John's apartment.

Time stood still. This was it.

Who... or what... was going to open that door?

He was early. Much earlier than the rest of the book club. They'd agreed to show up together, but he wanted to be the first one here to see... her.

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That hot little bitch from the book club had, all of the sudden, started posting the most depraved, incredible, fucked-up, sexy shit he had ever seen. Well - seen before the AGS outbreak, at least. He remembered how she had called him out for touching the side of her bra awhile back. Okay. Well... he touched her boob. It had caused a whole... thing. He was the only guy in the book club, and so they gave him so much slack that it felt kinda patronizing. A lot of "if we don't make some allowances, then our group runs the risk of being unwelcoming" that, to Eric, sounded an awful lot like he was the token guy who they tolerated so that other, better guys might feel more comfortable joining.

It was only the four of them in the group, after all. Amanda and Zoey, the other members, both seemed like they were hoping this group might end up more as a co-ed enterprise. Amanda wanted a prime boyfriend, clearly, but none ever seemed to show. Eric thought it might help if Zoey stopped choosing raunchy romances and (not so) stealthily fingering herself through her pocket during the meetings. Eric appreciated the smell, though, when he caught it. It made staring at Veronica's ass just a bit spicier. Mmmmm... Veronica. Veronica, the only one who had seemingly joined to read the books, and was mostly ignorant of all of this. The goddess with a perfect body that she kept bound up with cargo pants and sweaters. Veronica had just wanted to join a book club to read, and didn't want to deal with greasy bottom-feeders poking awkwardly at her breasts.

Eric wasn't deterred. He kept trying, but at that point it was mostly to spite Veronica. He made it a point to leer directly at her fully-clothed legs every time she moved them within his eye line, and then made direct eye contact with her afterwards - making it completely clear what he was doing. He never did it to anyone else, and never let anyone else see. But he wanted *her* to know, specifically, how he felt about her whorish body.

She'd gotten in the habit of returning his gaze with an empty not-quite-a-smile. It drove Eric mad sometimes.

He could still see it in his mind. Veronica's stunning tits, carefully contained in a tight sweater. His eyes moving slowly from where her nipples were hidden beneath layers of fabric, to her face, then back and forth slowly and suggestively. He moved his eyes slowly enough and from far enough away that no one but her could see what he was doing. But she would just sit there, icily. staring back at him with an empty expression.

Refusing to acknowledge him.

So when it had been Eric's turn to pick the book of the month a few days ago, Amanda had been kinda glad that Veronica hadn't been there. Amanda figured Eric'd pick something... a bit unorthodox, perhaps a little bit risqué. Amanda figured she'd tolerate it, roll her eyes at Zoey's pretended disinterest, and then tell Veronica that nothing bad had happened once she'd gotten back from wherever she'd disappeared to. Some kind of trip or something, the rumor mill seemed to say? Eh.

Amanda figured she had dodged a bullet until Eric and Zoey had shown up with a kind of gleeful, barely contained energy. Wide grins on their faces, they sat down and stared directly at Amanda.

Zoey started softly. She took a deep breath. "We have a club activity that we want to pursue as a group as part of an ongoing bit of side-work that Eric and I have been doing on the side. There's an online... sort-of-book that we've be-"

"IT'S MY TURN I PICK VERONICA'S BLOG FOR MY BOOK."

Zoey turned to look at Eric and smacked him. "Dude! We needed to slow play this. This is insane, she's not ready and she's got to be ready by tomorrow."

Reflexively, Amanda pulled out her phone and started searching as she spoke with disinterest. "That's... huh? We can't read a blog together for a book club. You realize that no one will take us seriously." Amanda saw a link to a blog that used - huh, Veronica's real first and last name. Bold, these days. She clicked it and glanced up as it loaded. "Besides, what on earth could she even have to talk about? She never leaves... her..."

Amanda's voice dropped as the page loaded. Her eyes widened as Zoey smiled at Eric and leaned back into the chair. "Give her a second."

The most recent post loaded automatically. A picture of Veronica was shown at the top.

Amanda's eyes had trouble leaving the clear still image, kneeling on the ground eyes looking up at a camera. Her tits were clearly visible, and her ass could be seen peeking over her shoulder. Her tongue was sticking out, and ropes of white cum could clearly be seen sitting directly on top of it. Most distracting, however, was the look of... intensely aroused interest in her eyes. She was clearly horny as hell and intensely focused on something. And, most importantly, her face was lit up with the widest, brightest smile that Amanda had ever seen on Veronica's face. Her eyes were so wide it almost drew your gaze away from the ropes of cum just sitting on her extended tongue and open mouth.

Amanda's hand shook. What?? She had trouble tearing her eyes off the picture to read the paragraph nearby.

'For my week off I wanted to try a neat trick for my fetish! Even before this week, I was starting to love, love, love the taste of cum. Maybe just John's cum? But probably all of it. The smell fills my nostrils, I wanna chew it up like some kinda gummy-snack treat when it's thick, and the salty taste just makes me want to imagine it on all my favorite foods! So I've been using some meditative tricks and John's conditioning to sort of refine my focus and... condition myself? Like - I asked John to fill my mouth with cum a few days ago, and then spent a few hours letting it sit in my mouth while I tried to get as turned on as possible. I kept doing this in a more and more targeted way until having that salty snack in my mouth just made me drip from the taste alone. And with John's help, I'm happy to report that I've accomplished -'

Amanda's read of the paragraph was interrupted as the image of Veronica above *moaned,* as it was revealed that the picture was actually a video of Ver... sitting still. Veronica's pussy started squirting, and she started to spasm in place. Her muscles tensed, and she clearly was trying very hard not to move as her body shuddered. Her eyes, still wide, sitting atop the wild unchanging smile, now took on a genuinely unhinged quality, staring directly at the camera through a long, unbroken orgasm. Throughout, the cum sat jiggling on her tongue in her open mouth. You could see the little air ripples across it as she squealed in ecstasy, if you looked closely enough. She stopped after a few moments to flash a look of success at the camera, and then (with a wide grin) slowly started to pull the cum into her mouth.

Her tongue, ever-so-gently, retracted into her mouth. It seemed to be just gently lowering the cum deeper into her gullet. Her expression was one of intense rapture as her mouth closed and her throat made a slow, deliberate swallowing motion.

She swallowed with closed eyes, but still a wide smile. She seemed to shudder as she did so, maybe even... having a second small orgasm with the sensation? Amanda couldn't tell. Did it even matter? Veronica closed her eyes and licked her lips and smacked them together quietly as whispered to herself "god, I fucking love this."

... And then the video looped. Veronica sat still, cum resting on her tongue, staring with enraptured horny joy at the camera, totally still. Looking at the picture at second time, Amanda saw that Veronica was... trembling, not still. Amanda finished the paragraph:

'... I'm happy to report that I've accomplished my goal of getting myself to orgasm like a depraved whore from nothing but the taste of cum! My fetish was actually all about conditioning myself, but I thought you might like this success video! It really, really amped up the intensity of the morning games John and I play, let me tell you."

Amanda froze. Her brain literally could not compute what it was seeing. AGS, while common amongst the elites of society, hadn't really gotten all the way down to something that the average person ran into that often. Rich people, as one would expect, were quick to... purchase... the rights to be the handler of an AGS victim. So Amanda just hadn't run into the concept personally. It was in the news, sure, but Amanda didn't really keep up with all of that. AGS, to her, was "that super rare weird sex disease or whatever."

Slowly, unsure of what to expect... and truth be told, a little wet... Amanda looked up at Eric and Zoey.

Zoey was openly masturbating, her hand down the front of her pants as she read from her phone.

Eric was watching her.

He looked at Amanda. "We've been meeting about this blog for the last few weeks in secret. It's time you were brought in. She wants us to help... break her in."

Amanda stood up. "What? What the fuck?"

Zoey just moaned. Eric continued "Yeah. Tomorrow. We're gonna have to get you caught up fast."

He motioned for her to sit.

"What do you know about AGS?"

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Eric waited at the door. He was determined not to knock more than once. He had been invited, damn it. That slut ha-

The door opened. Someone rushed past the door and yelled over their shoulder:

"You're super early! Come on in, *mumblemumble* not quite ready yet. Make yourself at home!"

It was Veronica's voice.

Eric walked in the entryway just in time to see her rush out. All he could see was a flash of a... was that a skirt? It looked plaid, at a glance - sort of like one of those old schoolgirl numbers. It looked like something a lot shorter than cargo-pants-ice-queen Veronica might have worn, though. He swore he could almost see her ass, but that wasn't the problem here.

What? He thought she was supposed to be naked! Was she a whore now or wasn't she? Eric started getting confused. He was being ignored. He started to get angry at being ignored. And being confused! This was supposed to be easy! Eric felt his frustrated horniness turn into more anger.

He stomped into the room and started yelling "you are never supposed to be impolite to your guests like this! Do you have any idea how rude you're being here, slu... erm... Veronica? It's important to stop to greet your guests." He said with a snarl. Veronica had clothes, and she was walking away. This was... this was all a cruel prank, wasn't it? Trying to get him in jail for just being himself?? Some AI-created blog or something?

But Veronica did stop. She seemed to sigh, and Eric noticed that she was standing in a way that almost... presented herself. Both her hands lifted in front of her to grab the corner of the doorway. Her ass was pushed out a bit, and this caused the barely-there schoolgirl skirt to outright lift up, showing her entire, bare ass to Eric. Her left leg moved outward slightly, which spread her legs - and her well-toned ass cheeks.

When she that, Eric knew for sure. That skirt wasn't just entirely ornamental - Veronica was clearly wearing it for his benefit! He knew that obviously, there was no other reason for her to wear it other than to entice him. He couldn't just see the bottom of her ass from behind her. He could literally see her pussy as she stood facing away from him with her legs slightly spread. It was real! It was all real! This slut was going to... she was going to... all of his fantasies were...

Veronica stood there, sort of ignoring him as she seemed to thing for a few seconds. She reflexively repositioned to stand in a way that was just as ambiently sexy as possible, but she wasn't really thinking about it as she did so. Her thoughts were elsewhere.

Veronica slowly spun. "Hey, Eric." She frowned. Fuck. She had really, really hoped someone else would show up first. Literally anyone. This was her first time trying out their plan, and it really would be better if someone else were here too first. "Short time no-see. Alright. Here we go." Veronica cleared her throat. "John's slut thinks we need to establish some ground r-"

Eric's eyes flared in rage. It was all real! He knew it! And this slut was going to try to establish RULES? He got hard as he felt himself get angry and horny and excited all at once. He roared. "I CONTROL YOUR BODY. YOU CANNOT RAISE YOUR HEAD ABOVE COCK LEVEL WHILE I'M IN THE ROOM. WALK TOWARDS ME."

Amanda's torso bent over immediately, keeping her ass thrust out. Her head was just sort of awkwardly pointing downward at a 90 degree angle as her hips bent behind her and she sort-of-walked towards Eric.

Her reflexes - stand and sit in sexy poses - came into play. Her face lifted up so that she was staring directly at the front of his pants as she walked forward. This caused her tits to push up against the fabric of the white button-down shirt hard, and Veronica heard a button pop off. Ah, well. The clothes were never going to last more than a few minutes regardless, they were just here at John's request to help her friends with the transition.

After today everyone she knew from her old life would know the score.

Veronica was frankly pretty used to bending at the waist, and so she felt herself adding some solid hip flare to her slow walk as she continued staring at Eric's fly, the zipper visible.

Veronica felt her heart rate rise. Not out of fear. Or at least... not entirely out of fear. It was her first time running into this, but... she'd practiced. The feeling didn't feel at all like she was afraid of an assault. It was more like... she had spent a long time practicing riding on a fake bicycle, and now she was being forced to ride the two-seater. It was time to see if her all her practice and training really worked. This was the anxiety that accompanied practice and training. She was energized. Not afraid.

She briefly spared a thought for Eric and how much she hated him, but... ah, fuck it. It really didn't even vaguely matter, frankly, from her perspective. It just added context to what she could expect from him, helped her predict what kind of threat he was, and gave her a little edge in the first step of this.

She needed to get a lot hornier.

Time to go for it. As she, bent over with her tits thrust out, walked over towards Eric - she turned herself on. She didn't have any magic way to do it, she just started imagining his cock in detail. Started imagining all the things she wanted to do with it, the way she might hate-fuck him senseless then, say, sit on his face to suffocate him back to consciousness while keeping his cock down her throat so that the quick-shot little asshole didn't waste any of his delicious juice. It was easy to imagine him waking up with an orgasm he couldn't control, the loser. She imagined him getting angry at her post-orgasm torture and trying to take it out on her by pissing down her throat. The thought of Eric calling her boring, uncreative names as he pissed down her throat in "revenge" was both a thought that gave her quiet confidence and worked her pussy up into a comfortable heat.

She laughed internally at how vanilla his insults would be while she imagined surreptitiously trying to pull his pissing cock out of her throat just a hair so she could taste it...

Yeah, she was wet now.

Good.

She looked up at Eric, cleavage still pressed hard against he schoolgirl top, opened her mouth, and licked her lips. "Oh? You want John's slut's lips to suck your cock while we wait for Amanda and Zoey? You want to cum all over these whorish tits to show Amanda and Zoey the score when they show up?" She started to gently lick and lap at the outside of Eric's pants, tapping the tip of his obvious erection with her tongue playfully.

"Shut up. I read your whole blog. I know about your whole 'plan.' You're just trying to turn me on to try to take control of the situation somehow. I..." He grabbed her hair and made a TIGHT fist. "I... I am in control! That's how alphas work." Eric, looked down at her bent over with her face pressing against his hips. He held her hair extra hard as he held her head against the front of his pants - where she'd have been anyway, really, but it mattered that he made her do it! The bitch was already bent over for him, and seeing her breathe more and more heavily as she licked around the flap of his fly, toying with the zipper with her tongue. He her head away a little bit, reveling in the feeling of control he had in this moment as he saw her tongue snake out to try to lick at the front of his pants some more. He felt so proud of himself. He'd showed her! "Yeah. Mmmm. Now you understand, my little book-club closet slut. I'm the alpha. And I always have been, of our little club. I'm the alpha." He let her play with his cock head through his pants, reveling in the sensation. He kept repeating to himself, more quietly each time. "I'm the alpha. Mmmmmm." Eric had to make sure she knew it! And he knew that now that she knew he was an alpha she would have no choice but to submit!

Below, Veronica was just glad he couldn't see her face all that clearly. It took every bit of Veronica's superhuman willpower not to roll her eyes at his words. Jesus fuck, what an asshole. Veronica hated all that "alpha" nonsense and everything about it. It was just bad science used as an excuse for shitty people to do the shitty things they wanted to do anyway. Same thing as with phrenology, cults, stoicism, whatever.

But, well - she had trained for this. It was never going to be easy, and assholes would be her most common type of user. This kind of speech around her would eventually feel sort of blasé, she knew. Him having read her blog wasn't ridiculous, either. People would already know her plan - it was pretty standard, for those in the know. And the biggest threats would be much, much smarter and well prepared than simple little Eric.

She'd tried nudging him already, but that was a no-go. Clearly, suggesting things verbally wasn't a good idea. But she already figured that.

So she waited, silently, while he thought.

She slowly kissed and sucked at the outside of his jeans as he held her head pressed against his hips. It helped that, despite how shitty this fucker was, she was still so fucking turned on by the humiliation and the stupid power games. If moments like this were just going to be part of her life, it was nice that she was at least enjoying herself. At this point she actually really, really wanted to see his cock. Wouldn't be long now... it would be, she now knew, the second cock she'd ever seen at all, her entire life. Despite herself, her little licks and kisses through his pants grew insistent. Perhaps a little desperate? She sometimes found herself genuinely trying to seemingly suck his cock through his pants.

Eric had no ability to read such things, however, and continued on with his script. He'd worked it all out on his phone last night. "First! I want you to kiss my ass while you apologize to me for what you did in the club!" He smirked at her, sucking hard on the tip of his cock through his pants, her saliva just absolutely soaking the entire crotch area of his jeans. God, that probably would have felt really nice with thinner shorts. Yeah, he really should have worn shorts, he realized. He thought about it for a little bit, and felt diappoi-

"Yes, sir." Veronica said.

Then she pantsed him.

Immediately and completely, pulling his pants and his underwear all the way down around his ankles.

Eric was stunned. Fuck, that was fast. Did she... wait, had she really pulled his underwear off too? Before he could react, his cock flopped out, smacking Veronica in the cheek as she kneeled in front of him.

Her face was... right up against his erect dick! Eric let go of her hair in shock.

AH SHIT!

She just, with no warning, casually shoved his cock into her mouth until her mouth was pressed against his hips. What the fuck! They were just talking seconds ago! This slut just... aaaaaaaagh that felt so fucking good. His (fairly average) cock sort of somewhat pushing a little bit into her throat, Veronica twisted her head back and forth a little while she seemed to... spiral her tongue around his cock head somehow? She was actually pushing him pretty hard down her throat, too. He had to press back, actually, to avoid falling over with his pants and underwear around his hips.

Then she pulled back.

First fast, then, in the last few inches... so... so... slowly.

Eric unconsciously pushed his cock out more, trying his hardest to keep it in her mouth for just a few seconds more until...

Veronica stepped back as Eric fell forward awkwardly.

It was sorta comical. And it looked exactly the same as when she'd managed to do it to John did it during practice. First, Eric pushed his hips too far forward. Then, he tried to take a step forward out of reflex, because she knew how to keep her throat just barely out of reach. Then, he tripped over his underwear. And, because one of his hands had to be used covering his cock ("don't land on an erect dick" is apparently a pretty powerful reflex), the fall is awkward and hilarious. Looks kinda like a parachute fall, going down onto his knees and falling forward as one hand pushed out and one holding his cock out of the way.

He ended up laying sort of on his face, sort of on his side, his pimpled ass visible.

That "deepthroat takedown" thing had worked in real life! Neat! But Veronica wasn't done.

Eric really hadn't been that big of a threat at all, Veronica realized. He never did anything to change her mind upon first meeting her, which honestly just immediately made him not a problem. Maybe he would eventually, but he didn't *open* with that. So she got to fire on all cylinders. Then, he had messed up - saying "I control your body" followed by "I want you to" is actually a meaningless combination. You'd have to say either "You have to act on all my wants" or "You must kiss my ass while apologizing" - mixing up the logic of his words meant that she was basically free to do whatever right now, and she retained full access to her faculties.

So, Veronica's default defense was still up and running, with no hiccups: appear to do what her 'user' wants, while using creative misunderstandings and subtle shifts to instead get what *she* wants. And what she wanted to do was pull all the cum out of him real fast so that maybe when her real friends got here that it didn't start out like... this. He wanted too much abuse, too fast. She could trust Amanda and Zoey, she felt. Well... Amanda, at least, for sure. But definitely not Eric. He couldn't create the scene that would introduce her to her new life.

Luckily, Eric had given her just enough rope to hang him with.

She dove forward into his ass, spreading his cheeks wide with her hands. She said aloud, for Eric's benefit "French kiss okay?" and dove her tongue deep into his anus. She didn't just lick gently at his asshole. The goal here was to overwhelm him. While he was still reeling from imagining a world where she's a little french maid slowly taking off her top or whatever, she slams him with a reality check. She threw her tongue deeper in his ass than he frankly knew possible. She gaped him a little bit, pressed down, and started pushing her tongue far enough in to just barely sorta of lap at the area of his prostate. Her powers, and her perfect control over her own body, gave her an extra inch and some of tongue to push out. It felt like it was in a vice, stretched out as far as it was in his virgin asshole.

Eric's eyes were wide with a mix of horror at the new sensation and a sort of... paralyzed, animal fear. He would never admit it, but with his legs tied beneath him and Veronica laying on his legs with her tongue deep in his ass, he felt... dominated. Like there was nothing he could or should really do but whatever she was trying to do to his body. Just sort of... relax and let it happen. He had told her to do this, after all. Clearly, this is what he wanted. It felt weird, yeah, but... erm... lie back and think of England, right? He felt her push in deeper with her tongue, and it kinda even sorta hurt until... FUCK! WHAT WAS THAT SPOT? Holy shit... wait... wait... what was that sound... was she starting to yell?

Veronica grinned. She couldn't quite touch the prostate, but she could get close enough to vibrate it with her words. She kept "speaking" with vibrations using half-phrases and shouting the part that sounded like an apology "JOHN'S DRIPPING CUNT IS SO SORRY that this will be the most significant sexual experience of your life", "THIS WHORE'S MOUTH SINCERELY AND DEEPLY APOLOGIZES for not going further to help everyone else see what a creep you are", "JOHN'S ASS MUNCHING SLAVE WISHES YOU ALL THE BEST in finding even one other woman who will touch you."

Eric heard her apologize with her tongue deep in his ass. Oh fuck yes. Fuck yes, this was everything he knew he was going to do. It was so easy, why did he even need a plan? She just folded immediately, and... wow. Now she barely counted as a person anymore. He didn't really need to lord anything over her, because... fuck. It took two sentences to force her to do *this.* Goddamn. Eric had trouble thinking straight, even still. The gentle massage on his prostate made it feel like he needed to piss. Or something. It was a weird sensation. He felt Veronica's hand reach around to his cock and start stroking gently as she kept whispering sweet apologies deep into his ass.

Veronica smiled. She couldn't have planned this better if she'd tried. The throat slime on his cock from the "deepthroat takedown" was still there, and so she settled into position laying on Eric's asshole, one of his leg's sticking out to the side beneath her. Her hand, snaking around the bottom, grabbed his cock and started to steadily, but insistently... milk it.

Nearby, John watched on the camera.

Eric was through.

John heard a little bit of whimpering and could already see the beginning of what would be a constant stream of cum dripping from Eric's cock as Veronica milked him mercilessly.

John glanced at the clock - huh. It took her a minute thirty to go from an actively hostile and belligerent personal threat with a direct personal vendetta to... this. She'd never actually been in any threat here, in their home. John had seen every second of the whole encounter from six different angles, with full audio picking up every whisper. Of course, everything was recorded - but there were plenty of other benefits to this setup as well. She needed to learn to live on her own, without backup - but if he had needed to he could have spoken into her nearly invisible earpiece to give her a quick command like "don't stab yourself" if she couldn't find a way out herself in time. But the goal was not to use it - ever, really. She needed to function on her own two feet if she was going to live in the world.

After seeing this, he knew she wouldn't need help. He was here if she needed it, but at no point was she even vaguely at risk there. They'd talked about it, and it really did seem like if she could navigate this first asshole of a guy safely then the rest of the day would just be all about... fun.

8 minutes later, Eric was gently cooing into the tile as a large pool of cum dripped from his cock.

The doorbell rang.

Veronica smiled. She looked over the spent Eric beneath her. He was almost fully asleep. This wasn't exactly a long-term solution, but it was a proof-of-concept on dealing with sudden assholes in the world. It would be annoying to spend the time, except... Veronica eyed the pool of cum she had just milked out of Eric onto the floor below.

For a moment, she was torn. Staring at the pool of cum line still dribbling out of the end of Eric's cock, she heard the doorbell ring a second time. Ah, what the hell?

Eric's last thoughts before he drifted off to sleep completely were to wonder what that slurping sound was just beneath his balls.

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A few seconds later, the door opened.

Amanda, Zoey, and a third guy Veronica'd never seen were there. Amanda stood sort of hidden behind the mystery man, but only halfway. Zoey was just sort of blending into the wall like she always did.

Dressed in a semblance of a sexy schoolgirl outfit, Veronica's top was nearly see-through due to where her own spit had dripped down the back of Eric's legs onto her chest. Her schoolgirl skirt, already short, had ridden up her hips just a little. The mystery man, from his height, couldn't see Veronica's pussy. But Zoey could. Veronica's mouth and face still dripped quite a bit with cum from her feast on the pool of the stuff between Eric's legs. Despite her knowledge of how bad a first impression it would give - she couldn't stop herself from licking at her lips repeatedly.

"Hi Gu- Oooohhhh fuuuuu...." a big drop of cum fell onto Veronica's tongue from her nose right as she began to speak. Instead, what came out was a moan as her legs buckled for a moment. She had taken a personal rule from John that she was always allowed to cum if she tasted cum in her mouth, and turned it into a pathology for herself. John had allowed it, and so it was pretty well set in stone now.

After the moment passed, she stood up straight and turned to her friends. "Hi guys! Nice to meet you, whoever you are!" She didn't know his name, but she saw the bulge in his pants - and licked her lips again, this time in anticipation. Unsurprisingly, her tongue automatically snaked in some of Eric's cum as she stared at the outline of this man's dick like a predator. It seemed to give her little aftershocks, and Amanda saw that same focused intensity she'd seen in the picture way back in the beginning. It was just directed at Adam's cock, instead.

Veronica was, indeed, staring right at his pants with feral eyes.

It had a nice shape. Good size, she could see. Her mouth opened slightly. She figured she... was no more than 5 minutes away from feeling it in her holes.

Getting filled up.

Oh god. So many things could come out of that cock, and she wanted every drop.

Amanda tried to find some words to say. Anything, really, "Oh, hey, Veronica. You're looking... ummm... different?"

...

Zoey, as usual, didn't say much of anything.

Zoey was... actually quietly fingering herself to the side as she watched Veronica stare hungrily at Amanda's "date." Or... whatever he was. Amanda said she'd brought him for "protection," whatever that was going to mean. Zoey didn't think Amanda had really thought her plan through, but she had insisted on bringing her brother's friend.

Zoey, on the other hand, was staring at Veronica as she moaned. Zoey was able to hide her fingers rubbing one out through her now-soaked dress because she'd brought a bag to hide behind.

Very easy to do, because the bag itself was quite large. And heavy, because it was full of some of Zoey's... things.

See, Veronica - and John - had made a mistake. They had planned, and thought, and prepped, and considered, and worked out angles of attack for everyone. She had a dozen ways to take down someone like Eric, and it seems like the stupidest one worked just fine on him. Even a stranger like Amanda's "protector" was part of their prep. Veronica had strategies for everyone... so they thought.

But they really, really should have thought more about Zoey.