Employee of the Month Pt. 02

'Three's a Crowd'

[Rin]

The bathroom mirror looked like shite. Perhaps it was just the person standing inside it. I pressed a pill bottle to my cheek, still cold from the medicine cabinet, exhaling slowly through my nose in a way only someone with a hangover would.

One little white pill, then another. The aftertaste lingered on my tongue moments after, chalky and bitter, a reminder of everything I was trying to forget.

Routine.

Resignation.

Resentment.

Take your pick.

I splashed cold water on my face, waking me up, then rubbed it with my palms like I was trying to scrub the static out of my brain.

It didn't help. It never does. I tried anyway.

[Phone vibrates]

The buzz took me out of my little bubble of melancholy. I grabbed my phone off the counter, expecting a weather alert or spam or something else completely trivial.

Haruka.

Day's off to a great start, I see.

"Fffh..." I inhaled through clenched teeth, thumbing the answer button with the resigned energy of a cat being dropped into a bathtub. "Heyyyy, boss... sorry if I'm running late at the moment."

Her voice came through smooth and syrupy, like honey over poisoned ice cream.

"Heyya, hun! So like, listen, Molly just called in sick a few minutes ago and I need you to cover for her for the night with me. Would that be alright?"

Ah, right.

Molly.

I bit back the groan, but it slipped and came out anyway. "Again...?" I sighed. "Don't you have other employees you can call?"

"Oh, c'mon, you and Molly are kind of my pride and joy in the café," she said. "I trust you both more than I even trust myself~ Please? I do believe you owe Molly a solid too~"

"Fine," I muttered, defeated, already feeling the velvet noose of obligation tightening around my neck. "I'll do it. Not like I've got anything better planned for tonight anyway." Except perhaps wallow in self-pity.

"Great! I mean, hey! If it's compensation you want, I'll be sure to throw a gift your way, 'mkay?"

I glanced at the time: 8:01 AM. My day hadn't even started yet and I'm already wanting to fast-forward to unconsciousness.

"Sure, sure," I replied dryly. "Long as it isn't you trying to squeeze me into some bondage gear again, I'll take it~"

She laughed. That laugh. Too cheerful. Too practiced. Probably does it in the bathroom like I do. "Great to hear. Love ya! See ya!"

[End Call]

The silence afterward was deafening. I let my phone hang limply in my hand, staring down at the sink in front like it had answers.

Come to think of it, Haruka hadn't pulled anything overt in a while--no wandering hands, no loaded stares, no sudden closeness in the employee's room. I told myself it was because she'd finally moved on. Found a new girl-toy to play with.

Molly, probably. I've seen the way Haruka would leer at her.

And honestly? Good. Let them have each other. And knowing Haruka, let the weird predator-prey thing they've probably got going on implode in peace, too. Maybe if I stayed boring enough, quiet enough, she'd stop looking at me like I was a piece of eclair she was dying to devour.

I tossed my phone into my purse, then wiped the fog off the mirror, avoiding the gaze of my own eyes. "Let's just get this over with," I muttered to no one, then left my apartment.

Day shift ended. I dragged my ass back home through the late afternoon haze, promptly collapsing into bed once I got back. Head was still cloudy, partially from last night's vodka and partially from my meds trying to duct-tape my brain back together.

I lay there, face buried in a pillow, groaning softly from exhaustion. Silence blanketed the room. No TV. No phone noise. Just the low, quiet hum of the ceiling fan, and the occasional car rolling by outside. The silence had a weight to it--like it was pressing down on my spine.

Then a thought slipped in.

Molly.

The kind of thought you don't invite in, but one that kicks the door down anyway.

I sighed, rolled over, and grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen lit up. It stung my eyes.

Rin: Hey, Molly

Rin: You okay? Haruka told me about you earlier.

Sent. Then I just stared at the screen. Blankly. Watched the message sit there, unread, the dots never dancing. The screen dimmed, then went black again. I didn't try waking it back up.

Minutes passed--or perhaps more. I wasn't really present enough to care. I must've drifted off, just barely, because the buzz from my phone jolted me awake like I had been caught dreaming.

Three new messages.

Molly: dw abt it

Molly: just show up for night shift

Molly: thanks in advance

I blinked at them. Read them again. Then once more for good measure.

Three messages. Cold. Dismissive. None of the usual flair Molly had whenever we'd chat. Maybe she really was sick.

Or maybe something was off.

I stared until the words blurred, then locked my phone without typing a single thing back.

"You're welcome, I guess," I whispered to myself. Couldn't bother typing it out.

I peeled myself off the bed, then shuffled to the bathroom. I tried to fix myself up enough to look alive, tossed on a hoodie and shorts didn't smell too awful over a shirt, scraped a comb through my hair and called it good enough.

Outside, the sky had started to turn a shade of azure. Streetlights were flickering on, headlights began littering the roads. Somewhere in the distance, a siren wailed, then faded.

I zipped up, slid my phone into my pocket, and stepped out into the night.

The café was waiting.

I arrived at the place... and stopped in my tracks.

It was closed.

"What?"

The front lights were still on--dim, humming softly like always--but there were no signs of life inside. No sounds. No shadows behind the dark windows. No Haruka being annoyingly chipper about me being late. Only stillness.

I frowned and checked the time on my phone.

8:57 PM. Three minutes before my night shift was supposed to start.

This doesn't make sense.

I rubbed my eyes, then pressed my fingers against the bridge of my nose with an exhausted groan. Was this payback for screwing up that guy's order the other day? That latte with the heart-shaped foam that came out looking more like a pair of testicles?

Before I could spiral deeper into conspiracy theories, I heard footsteps.

Behind me.

I turned--shoulders tense, heart picking up a notch--and blinked when I saw her.

Molly.

"Huh?"

She didn't say anything. Just smiled at me--closed-lipped, vaguely mysterious--and walked right past, jingling a familiar set of keys as she headed to the front door. Not a trace of sickness on her face, either. Only that half-smile tugging at her lips like she knew something I didn't.

Which, chances are, she probably did.

"Hey, I--uh..." My voice came out hoarse, unsteady. "... thought you were sick?"

No response. She was already lifting the roller shutter, the metal groaning as it went up and over us. Her outfit didn't help with the confusion--a tight tank top that barely went past her stomach, denim shorts that hugged her ass a little too perfectly, and leg warmers rolled up to her knees.

Definitely not what someone would wear when they're curled up in bed with a cold, never mind out and about during the night.

"Molly?" I tried again, a little more pointed this time. Still nothing. She just turned slightly, motioned for me to come inside, then stepped through the door before turning on the lights.

I hesitated. Looked around once, wondering if this is some secret hidden camera prank, before following her in with slow steps and an uneasy pulse. Questions still clung to me like humidity in the summer air.

I took off my hoodie and draped it over one of the nearby chairs, unsure what else to do with my hands. My mouth opened to ask again--

Then Molly spoke.

"Sorry," she said softly, almost a whisper. "I couldn't think of anything else."

I turned to her, brow furrowed. "Hmm?"

Molly didn't meet my eyes at first. Her gaze drifted somewhere past my shoulder, like she was trying to catch her reflection in a memory.

"I know it still weighs down on you..." Her voice was low. Tentative. Each word carefully placed, like stepping barefoot across shattered glass. "... what I've done from before. I just wanna make things right this time... with you."

"What you've--"

The question barely left my mouth before she moved.

In a flash, Molly closed the distance, lunging at me with her hands finding my waist like magnets. She pinned me against the edge of one of the tables. The plastic creaked beneath us, and my spine straightened in reflex.

Her eyes locked onto mine, so close I could see the faint freckles across her cheeks, along with the slight tremble in her breath. Her lips hovered inches away from mine, her entire body pressing heat into me.

Time slowed. Everything stilled but my heartbeat.

Then she whispered, "Let me make it right for you..."

And kissed me.

Not a gentle kiss. Not a sorry kiss. This one came from somewhere deeper--hungry, needy. Her lips molded against my own, her tongue pushed past mine like it had no patience for hesitation, coiling in something messy and desperate. My body froze. My brain flared.

So did the memories of a certain Christmas and beach party.

I tried to shove her off--hands pressing against her shoulders, legs braced to move--but Molly didn't budge. If anything, she kissed me deeper, like my resistance only fed her hunger. Her weight bore down on me, relentless, until my knees buckled and my back arched.

"M-Mmmhhhpp--!"

The table caught me.

Yet before I could even process the fall, she was already climbing on top--one leg slipping between mine, her hand splaying across my ribs, her breath hot and greedy against my cheek.

And just like that, I was flat on my back. Pinned.

With Molly on top, mouth still on mine, devouring every protest that failed to form.

I've had enough.

My hand flew to her throat on instinct--anger, fear, something primal. I no longer cared about having to resort to violence. Molly was my friend. The ginger girl assaulting me, however, was not.

My fingers wrapped around her neck.

I squeezed.

And my whole arm... gave out?

Not all at once--it dripped away from me, my strength bleeding through my fingertips. My fingers, once tense with resolve, now slackened like they'd forgotten what they were there to do.

What the fuck--

I scrambled with my other hand, desperate for leverage, but before I could make use of it, she caught it by the wrist and slammed it to the table beside my head.

Pinned. Helpless.

My heart punched against my ribs. Panic surged up from under my sternum, wild and trembling--but something else came with it.

Heat.

From somewhere deep, lower than my gut, coiling, rising.

No, no no no--

"N-Nmmh, hmmphh!"

I twisted beneath her, trying to buck her off, but it was useless. My limbs were jelly, and my breath shallow. She was reaching under my shirt now, fingers cold against my fevered skin, and the warmth inside me surging so suddenly that I gasped.

My thighs tensed, betraying me. My back arched without permission. My breath hitched and fell into a broken moan.

"Nngh--ghhaa... wh-what did you do to me...?"

The words barely made it out, for my voice was shaking. Fear and something else, something thick and wet and hot curling up from the pit of my stomach.

Molly leaned in close. Her hand cradled my cheek like we were lovers. Her lips brushed my ear as she whispered:

"Love potion~ ♡"

I felt my thighs press together. My eyes fluttered without my permission.

She knew what was happening.

And now, so did I.

"Y... You fuckin' bitc--aghhhmha...!"

My words didn't stand a chance. Molly shoved two fingers into my mouth like she owned it, silencing me in under a second. Her fingertips explored my tongue. Slow, teasing, controlling, while her other hand bled every ounce of resistance in me.

She palmed my breast like it belonged to her, fingers curling over the skin with practiced ease, tweaking my nipple between two fingers, rolling it like a dial. Every movement felt deliberate. Calculated. Cruel. Like she knew exactly which parts of me to touch to make me falter like a house of cards.

No longer were my moans sounds of protest--they were slipping into something else.

Softer.

Hungrier.

My voice trembled between gasps, the heat crawling up my throat, burning away whatever strength I had left.

"Nghh... aahh... ohhh fuhhhckkk..."

I could feel myself melting into the table, limbs losing weight, thoughts slipping sideways.

"Didn't think it'd act this fast," Molly cooed, smug as sin, her fingers that were in my mouth now having moved downward and under my spandex where they found my second set of lips. "You always were full of surprises~"

Slick, grooly, more than ready to take something big.

Never mind two of Molly's digits.

They soon found their way inside, where she moved them with purpose--not too fast, not too slow. Just the right pressure, just the right rhythm, curling upward like she was carving a trench within my walls. Every pass, every stroke across a certain spot inside made my vision blur, made my legs twitch, made my lips part with helpless, shaking moans.

The worst bit? I couldn't tell what was me and what was the drug anymore. Didn't matter.

I had begun to crave her touch like it was another dose of her love potion.

"I knew you'd break eventually," Molly purred against my nose, her fingers still plunging into my cunt like she was rewiring something within. Each stroke was maddeningly precise--two digits curling in a rhythm that made my spine arch and toes curl.

"Just needed a little... push~ ♡"

She punctuated that with a hard thrust, her fingers shoving deeper, rougher, curling up inside me like they were trying to hook something out of my soul. I squealed like a pig.

"Mo... Molly, fuck no, nohoh, I'm gonna cummm...!" My voice broke, cracked, tried so hard to hold on to something--anything, as I begged at her like a woman possessed. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna f-fucking cumm--!!"

Not because I wanted her to stop.

But because I was scared of what it'd mean if she didn't.

Because I might actually snap.

"Gosh, you're quite pathetic when you beg," she teased, her breath brushing the shell of my ear. A third finger traced circles over my clit and I shivered, thighs twitching and my brain melting. "It really makes me wanna bully you more~"

She whispered, then slipped said third finger inside me. Slid it in like a key to a lock.

I lost my fucking mind.

"Nnnhh--I'm cummiiinnngghhhh!!"

The orgasm ripped through me like a tidal wave. My back arched off the table, a high, broken moan tearing from my throat as my cunt gloriously erupted.

It wasn't just a trickle--it was a fucking flood.

Spurts of my release gushed out, soaking Molly's hand, the table under me, and the floor beneath. My thighs trembled uncontrollably, hips jerking, legs spread wide as I convulsed around her fingers.

Even then, the sadistic bitch didn't let up.

"Ghhnnghh stop, s-stop stopstopstop--!!"

She kept going--fingers still drilling, knuckles deep, playing me like a guitar while my body sang out in cries and stuttering breath.

All while she watched me with a gleam in her eye--half pride, half twisted delight.

"Oh yeahh," Molly moaned above me, licking her lips as she stared at the mess I had made. "That was beautiful, don't you think? Didn't know you were this much of a squirter~"

I lay there, twitching. My chest heaved with every breath, still caught in the tail-end tremors of the orgasm that turned me inside out. The world was foggy--colors felt warmer, lights felt softer. Like my body had been rewired for nothing but heat and want.

Molly, meanwhile, was still far from done.

I felt her fingers slide out from between my thighs--slowly. Gently. Every inch of retreat felt like a game of tug of war, like my cunt didn't want to let her go.

"A-Aaahha... ghuuh..."

Then, without prompting, brought those slick, glistening fingers to my lips.

"Open up," she said sweetly, like she was offering her pet a treat.

And I did.

No hesitation.

I wrapped my lips around her digits and sucked on them like I was starving. My tongue lapped up every drop of my own essence, the taste obscene and addicting. I didn't stop, even when the flavor faded--I kept licking, kissing, tracing the pads of her fingers with slow, greedy strokes of my tongue.

My drool mixed with what was left of my release, making her hand glisten anew. It wasn't until she pulled them away from me with a little pop that I finally stopped.

"Mmmm, Rin," Molly purred, her breath hitching just slightly, "You're driving me crazy with this~"

Then she stood. Her hands found my arms, and she pulled me off the table like I weighed nothing, guiding me to sit on the café floor. The tiles were cool against my ass--an odd contrast to the fire still blooming within.

"Don't worry though," she whispered, hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her denim shorts, "If you're feeling hungry..."

Down they went--unzipped, tugged, now wrapped around her knees.

No panties.

Of course not.

Her bare, glistening pussy greeted me--slick with anticipation, flushed, lips slightly parted. The scent hit me first. Sweet, heady, musky in a way that made my eyes flutter and my mouth water.

"I've got something you can eat~ ♡"

Molly stood before me like a fertility goddess descending in slutty denim. Her hands gently pulled apart her folds, and what was revealed made my mouth go dry.

Smooth, pale skin framed the glistening pink of her cunt. A faint patch of ginger fuzz crowned her mound, damp with sweat and arousal. The ceiling lights above caught on the slick sheen of her nectar as it slowly dripped straight from her gloryhole.

I was hypnotized. Entranced.

I knew exactly what she wanted.

And I wasn't about to say no.

Every part of her glistened like sin incarnate, and the scent of her heat reached me in waves--sweet and intoxicating, earthy and ripe. It clung to the back of my throat and stirred something primal in my belly.

I wanted it.

I needed it.

She didn't even have to ask.

Molly had offered me a meal so lewd, so perfect, it felt sacrilegious to hesitate.

She tilted her hips forward slightly, an unspoken command written in the slow curve of her smirk. Her hand slid back into my hair, gently urging my face closer.

I didn't resist.

Who was I to turn down such a generous offering?

[Molly]

I shook my hips a little in front of Rin's face. Not even to be sexy, just to let her see it. My pussy, all drippy and flushed, right there, right in front of her eyes.

I knew she wanted it.

Could see it on her face, even. That look, like she was about to cry if she didn't get a taste.

It was kinda cute. Stupid cute, if anything.

She looked like a puppy moments away from begging.

"What's the matter?" I teased, trying to sound smug, but I was shaking a bit myself. "Ginger kitty got your tongue?"

I pulled her in by the hair--gentle, but firm. She didn't even resist.

"Go on, Rin, let's get you fe--"

I didn't get to finish.

She lunged, full-on buried her face into my cunt like she was a starved dog and I was the only meal in the world.

I gasped.

I squealed.

My knees wobbled.

She didn't care. She wanted her meal more than anything else.

"--oohhohh!!"

Holy fuck.

Her tongue--it wasn't fair. She knew exactly where to go. The way she licked, the way she sucked, it felt so messy and intense and needy, as if tasting every inch of me was the key to transcendence. And by God, she was doing things with her tongue I didn't know were even possible.

"Nmghh, fuck yesss... Rin-babyyy~ ♡"

I couldn't stop moaning, even straight-up whimpering at some points. I was already wet before this, but now? I was dripping. Full-on melting into Rin's maw.

She devoured me, and I just took it--shaking, mewling, grinding into her mouth without even meaning to. It felt like I was finally exhaling after holding my breath for years.

And Rin?

She didn't even stop. Not once. No gasp for air. No pause to gloat or catch her breath or give me a cheeky smirk. Just kept eating me. Like she wasn't allowed to stop until I melted.

"Fuckfuckfuckmmhhh--!!" I cried out, hips lifting, legs spreading wider like my body was trying to offer itself up like a sacrifice. "I'm gonna cummhhh~!! ♡"

And then I did.

It wasn't cute. It wasn't polite.

It was a fucking explosion.

Heat rushed up from my gut, crashed through my chest, and then my pussy just... burst. Like a soda can being cracked open. A geyser of girlcum shot straight out of me, waterboarding poor Rin who, bless her soul, didn't even flinch.

Just kept going. Kept drinking me. Kept guzzling.

Her mouth didn't leave me for a second.

"Nnhhaaahha!! Oh fuccckhh--!!" I screamed.

Loud. Ungraceful.

Like I'd been struck by lightning and my body hadn't caught up yet.

Wave after wave hit me. My thighs were shaking like jelly. My back arched so hard it hurt. But fuck, it was bliss. As if I was getting hit with back-to-back orgasms stacked on top of each other, powered by Rin's absurd fucking tongue.

I think I blacked out. Briefly. For about a half a second. Just enough to lose track of time.

By the time I floated back down, I could still feel her.

Tongue still inside me. Pussy still twitching. Her face still buried between my thighs, drenched in me. And those eyes--holy fuck, those eyes. She looked up at me like a soaked puppy begging for praise. Wide, glassy, desperate. Still hungry.

Still. Fucking. Hungry.

And I was still burning.

Still panting.

Still so goddamn wet.

Moments passed, and I let her go, a handful of squirt strings still connecting her mouth to my crotch.

I wiped my slick off Rin's face. Glistening and flushed, the poor thing looked freshly baptized in sin. I brought my thumb to her mouth, still trembling with the afterglow. She took it without hesitation. No shame, no question. Just lips parting around me like she's waiting for a second serving.

"Hnaa, mmhhggh, Mo... lly... ♡"

Her tongue curled around it, slow and greedy. She sucked like it was the only thing anchoring her to this plane of existence, like if she let go, she'd float away.

"Rin," I crooned, my voice somewhere between exhaustion and awe. My thumb circled lazily on her tongue, smearing the taste deeper.

"God, that was fantastic~"

She blinked up at me, dazed and pliant, mouth still slick and drenched.

She looked drunk.

Drunk off me.

Drunk off the wet chaos we made, and fuck if she didn't look beautiful wearing my mess.

"Bravooo!!"

"...?"

A voice came out from the back, taking me and Rin out of our shared moment of bliss. The voice was jovial, cheery, almost condescending to a point.

"Fantastic, indeed!"

Haruka.

She came out from behind the counter, clapping slowly and with a massive grin plastered on her face. Clad in a magenta body-con dress that barely hid her assets, she looked like she went to a high-end, exclusive slutparty and then fucked off half-way through because she got bored.

"You girls sure had your fun. A bummer you got the party started before I got here, though~"

Either that, or she sniffed Rin and I getting it down from a mile away. "And you... made one hell of a mess on the floor, I guess."

"S-Sorry," I muttered, half under my breath. Haruka just shrugged, then sat her purse down on the table right next to us. "I-I did give her that pill like you said."

"... Like she said?" Rin murmured.

Seemingly ignoring our words, Haruka continued, "I brought toys, too. Would've loved to see you girls duke it out with these," almost with a tinge of sorrow in her voice, then pulled out a curved, giant double-ended dildo from her purse, about the same shade of magenta as her dress.

"Guess you like doing it the old way, huh?"

Just seeing that thing made me audibly gulp. Memories of when she debauched me with it for hours until the sun came out flooded my head. I looked down to see Rin, frozen in place and looking like she saw a ghost, staring at the humungous toy that was three-quarters as large as her arm.

"Aw, look at her," Haruka purred, crouching down beside Rin with that saccharine, smug tone of hers. "Getting all scared and shit. This your first time seeing this, sweetie?"

Objection, I thought. Rin's not equipped to deal with a toy that large.

"H-Hey, I don't think we shou--"

Click.

"Auhhh--!"

"Be quiet~"

It was like a punch straight to the womb.

The love egg Haruka had buried deep in my pussy since this afternoon--so deep I could feel it nudging against my throat--roared to life in a flash, buzzing at full throttle like a hornet in a bottle.

"A-Aaahha!" I buckled forward, hands flying to my stomach as I damn near screamed. "Nhohh fuckkh, I'm-I'm sorryymhh!!"

I twitched.

I writhed.

Every nerve ending in my cunt lit up like a firecracker and I was feeling all of it.

"M-Mmmpleeeeease...!" I whined, shaking to the point where I was practically humping the air, then staggered forward where I bent over a table, gasping. "H-Ha-Haruka... wait, I just came...!!"

But she didn't even look at me.

She was too busy cradling Rin's chin, too busy whispering into that poor, shellshocked girl's mouth, coaxing her lips apart whilst undressing everything below her waist. Rin melted under her like butter left out in a heatwave, already moaning by the time Haruka had a tongue down her throat.

And I--the twitching mess by a table--had no choice.

The pleasure was too much, too deep, too fucking mean to ignore. My clit throbbed, and my pussy dripped like someone had left the faucet on.

So, I shoved my hand between my thighs and began fingerfucking myself stupid, hoping it'd dull the love egg's buzz after I got a second orgasm.

Fast.

Messy.

Desperate.

My juices spilled all over the floor with each thrust of my digits.

"Mnh, mh... hmhh, ha... ffhh~!"

I moaned into my arm, trying to muffle the wet, obscene sounds of my fingers slipping into my slick folds. Each buzz of the toy felt like a spasm through my whole body, a little electric slap that forced me to grind harder.

When I glanced over--half-lidded, eyes glassy--I saw Haruka's hand was now between Rin's legs, and her fingers, three of them at that, were knuckle-deep in Rin's cunt like she was digging for gold.

My hips bucked at the sight.

This wasn't a threesome.

This was Haruka's stage, and we were just the toys she wound up before the show.

[Spurt]

[Splash]

"Gmhh--"

Still dazed and slack-jawed, I watched.

Between Rin's thighs, now shamelessly splayed, out came jet after jet of her girlcum, each burst launching from her twitching cunt courtesy of Haruka's merciless fingers. Three--maybe four--short, frantic spurts, each one smaller than the last.

But just as erotic, just as obscene.

And her voice? Gone.

Swallowed whole by Haruka.

Our busty milf boss ate every sound Rin tried to make, lips never leaving hers, tongue still busy as the punk girl came undone. The only thing left for the room to hear were those tiny, twitchy whimpers that snuck past when their kiss tilted just enough.

"Ghgh, haa... oh shi--"

It was too much.

The sight.

The sound.

The live porno in front of my eyes combining with the fucking feel of that goddamn toy still buzzing inside me--it was all too much for me to bear.

My hips bucked, desperate, faltering and then--

"--nnngghhhhhhhh!! ♡"

A high-pressure stream of my own arousal shot outward, soaking the floor like someone tipped over a mop bucket. The splashback misted up my thighs, as well as soaking the denim shorts wrapped around my knees.

"Nhhaaaah!!" I cried out, lungs hitching as my back arched and my fingers dug into the table for dear life. My body trembled like a leaf in a hurricane, my nerves fried from overstimulation from the too-fast, too-deep buzz that refused to quit.

"Haa, n-no more~!!"

The orgasm dragged on, cruel and sweet, leaving me shuddering violently in its wake.

But just when I thought the storm had passed, reality hit me with one horrifying, pants-wetting realization:

It didn't dull the vibration.

It amplified it.

The toy inside me had kicked it up a notch somehow--not literally, but with how oversensitive walls clenched, squeezed, and milked around it, it felt like I was trying to suck the batteries dry.

I whimpered.

I begged silently to Haruka, but my mouth was too slack to form words.

Watching as she finally pulled her fingers from Rin with a wet, unforgiving squelch.

"Gyhhaahaa--!! ♡"

The reaction was immediate--Rin's whole body seized, her head flinging back like she'd been hit by lightning, legs kicking as one last, desperate squirt escaped her.

Haruka watched it all like a painter admiring her brushwork.

"Nice to know your little girlfriend's just as much of a mess as you are, Molly-baby," she purred, not missing a beat as she cleaned her digits with a few masterful strokes of her tongue. "Makes me wonder how much you've trained her~"

Wrong.

Dead wrong.

Then again, she couldn't have known.

I had barely even gotten a kiss from Rin, last time I tried. I think I made it to straddling her before she freaked and I had to back off.

The only one who'd ever been knuckle-deep in her besides Haruka? Probably Otoha--at least until she dumped Rin.

I tried to say so.

Really.

But what came out of me wasn't a sentence--it wasn't even words. It was garbled, slurred, nonsense filtered through a haze of overstimulation and short-circuiting neurons.

"A-Ahha... need... n-need you... ffhhh--"

That was it.

My entire rebuttal.

Sounded more like a deaf-mute boy choking on water.

[Haruka]

Having watched my girls squirt like broken hoses--legs shaking, voices breaking, toes curled and twitching like they were mid-exorcism--put a shit-eating grin on my face so wide it could've split me in half. And fuck, it felt good.

I licked my lips.

Took my time surveying the carnage.

First was Rin, sprawled out on the floor and glassy-eyed like a broken little sexdoll. Then there was Molly, poor thing, still convulsing on that table like a dying ginger tuna someone had forgotten to put out of its misery.

Cute.

I walked over to her, drinking in the beautiful sight before I positioned myself behind her. She was tense, flexing, yet her arms were barely able to support her weight on the table as her hips bucked with every aftershock.

"Shh, shhh..." I whispered against her ear, my hands settling on her waist in a possessive hold. One stayed there. The other? It slid down.

Straight to her mess of a core.

"You've been such a good girl," I purred, letting my fingers ghost over the throbbing orifice between her thighs. "Enduring this for so long~"

She whimpered, legs quivering trying to scooch her cooch away from my digits. I moved my hand to her lower belly, fingers pressing gently over her taut and freckled skin, massaging, searching for the exact spot where the buzzing devil inside her quaked through her guts like it had taken root.

And then, with one smooth press of my palm and a twist of my wrist, the toy popped out of her drenched pussy with a wet, sucking squelch.

Plop. Into my free, waiting hand.

"Ghhhaahh!! O-Ooohh..."

The sound Molly made--fuck. It wasn't even a moan. It was something deeper, more guttural, like her soul was letting out a death rattle of relief. Her whole body collapsed into mine, warm and limp, like a jello statue someone left out under the sun for too long.

Melted ginger slut.

My kind of delicacy.

I held her there, fingers still stroking gently over her used, trembling cunt. Her juices clung to my hand, thick and sticky, and the love egg in my palm was still humming faintly like it hadn't had enough.

Coincidentally?

Neither have I.

I glanced over to Rin.

Poor girl looked like she was still running on fumes and love potion--glazed eyes, flushed cheeks, thighs twitching like she was waiting for a command. A sweet little marionette with strings only I could see.

I crooked a finger. "C'mere, sweetie. Bring the toy with you~"

She obeyed without a moment's notice, staggering on her knees like her brain had been replaced with pink static. The double-ended dildo dangled from her hands like a leash, a little slick from getting sprayed by her earlier while it was on the floor.

Fucking beautiful.

I caught her by the chin when she got close, pressing a slow, filthy kiss to her jawline before dragging her behind Molly, who was still slumped over the table like a well-fucked offering. I took the toy from Rin, still warm and glossy with her heat, and lined it up to Molly's folds.

"Deep breath, gingerbread," I purred. "You've taken my fist yesterday, you can handle this~"

Then I shoved it in.

Molly let out the tiniest, cutest noise--half a squeal, half a whimper, her hips giving a lazy twitch as the silicone buried itself deep in her wrecked, grooly cunt. Her back arched, but she didn't even lift her head.

Poor thing was too far gone.

I wrapped an arm around Rin, nuzzling into her neck, kissing slow and deep, letting my tongue drag up the line of her throat until she started to shiver. Her moans were breathy and delicate--more like gasps than anything else.

That sweet little body of hers was already trembling, desperate to be filled again.

So I obliged.

Parting the punk girl's thighs, I shoved the other end of the dildo inside her, earning a sharp, delicious cry that echoed louder than Molly's.

"M-Mmmmhhh....!"

"There we go~" I murmured into Rin's ear, voice deep and sweet and cruel. "Two little sluts connected cunt to cunt. This is where the fun begins~ ♡"

With a firm hand on her ass, I began guiding her. Slow, rocking thrusts at first, pushing the toy deeper into both of them with every movement.

Molly mewled.

Rin whimpered.

And me?

I just smiled, watching my new little fucktoys play tug-of-war with my magenta silicone cock.

"Mmmh, that's it, Rin-baby... fuck her like you mean it."

It didn't take much. Just a few sloppy thrusts and Molly's twitching thighs, and Rin was already riding the rhythm on her own like a bitch in heat. Her hips jerked with frantic precision, greedy little moans spilling out every time she punched Molly deeper with that thick toy.

"Ghmm, ahh... Molly... Mollyyy...! ♡"

Oh, the sounds they made together--Molly's high-pitched gasps clashing against Rin's breathless cries, like a duet sung by whores and orchestrated by me. A messy, wet symphony echoed off the walls, rising in tempo, filled with raw, sweet ruin.

I pressed harder against Rin, my body up cozying up against her trembling back, hands moving like they had a mission. I cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between my fingers until she whined like a little bitch.

"Your turn to fuck her up, baby," I purred into her ear, hot and shameless, fingers still teasing while Rin's slick thighs slapped against Molly's ass. "She's a mess already--so go ahead. Wreck what's left."

And wreck her she did.

Molly couldn't stop moaning, squealing, her body convulsing like she was two orgasms away from spontaneous combustion. Rin wasn't far behind herself, pumping her friend like a jackhammer with eyes glazed over and her brain still very clearly orbiting Jupiter.

Two stupid little sluts--one fried, the other feral, not even sure which is which--going at each other like animals in heat.

It was equal parts hilarious and hot.

So fucking hot.

"Oh boy," I chuckled, dragging my tongue across my teeth, "this is just too fuckin' good."

I stood up, strutted over, and climbed onto the table Molly was bent over like a sacrificial offering where I pulled my dress up and sprawled my legs open right in front of her face. The second I tangled my fingers into her hair and tugged her forward, her glassy eyes flicked up at me, barely registering, barely awake, but God, if it didn't make it better.

"Having fun, are we?," I teased, guiding her mouth to where it belonged. "C'mon, let me in on the party as well~ ♡"

And like a good little doll, she obeyed. Her eyes glazed further with every lick, every desperate suck she made. Rin just kept thrusting behind her, too blissed out to notice she was pounding Molly right into my pussy.

"Mmmhhhyeaah~♡" I mewled, feeling Molly's tongue trace circles across my inner folds and most especially my g-spot. "Go on, baby, fucking eat mommy's pussy just like that~ ♡"

It was a nice little slut sandwich between the three of us.

And I was the top slice.

"Hnnhhgh, fuckk... ohho,"

Molly's tongue was on something different tonight.

Sloppier. Thicker.

Felt more like a cock than a tongue--like she'd grown one in her mouth just to wreck me with it. Or maybe I was just that desperate. That wrecked.

Wait, no. I knew exactly what it was.

Rin was just fucking her stupid.

And fuck me, was she good at it. That girl moved her hips like she was auditioning for something dirtier than hell--grinding into Molly's ass with the kind of rhythm that made me want to film it, archive it, sell it. I could practically feel her lust echoing through Molly's skull and out her maw.

Talk about tripping balls and balls deep.

"That's it, babyyy... that's it~! ♡"

My voice cracked on that last note, full of tremble and filth and praise.

I gathered Molly's sticky hair into a makeshift ponytail--sweaty, messy, perfect--and tugged it just tight enough to make her moan right into my cunt. Poor thing didn't even flinch when I decided my thighs wanted to lock around her head as well.

No air.

No escape.

Just my pussy drowning her senses while her tongue kept licking like she had something to prove.

"Hha, ahh, hhaaa... mmhh, shit, I'm cumming, M-Mollyy... mommy's cumming~!! ♡"

My voice soon broke--higher, louder, trembling with that wicked edge of surrender I so rarely allowed. God, I was close. And with Molly tonguing me like a rabid dog slurping up hot porridge, that final climb to heaven's gate felt faster than a rocket's ascension.

"Oooohhh, fuuhhuuckk--♡♡"

I shrieked, thighs clamping down hard around her head, locking her in place just as my messy cunt snapped. A dam burst wide open, five, maybe six shame-dripping spurts flooding poor Molly's face.

Her only response?

Kept licking. Kept drinking.

Like it was her life's purpose.

"Nnhhaaahhh!! M-Mmmhhhhh...♡"

Again.

And again.

And again.

Like a sexdoll on autopilot, worshipping me with single-minded devotion. Her tongue didn't even slow down. I felt her body seize against mine, her nails digging into my thighs so hard they'd probably leave pretty little crescent moons by morning.

Then I saw it--her eyes fluttered up, rolling back deep into her skull like she was seeing the almighty and the devil at the same time. Her nails dug into my thighs, sharp and trembling.

And just like that--she stiffened.

So did her tongue. Her whole body locked up like a wire pulled taut, like someone had just shot heroin straight into brain.

An orgasm. Again.

Could I blame her? Absolutely not.

Not with how her ass shook like a seizure in slow motion, not with how utterly ruined she looked. Her brain was soup and her face was soaked, and I just watched her unravel like a girl who had no idea what she had gotten herself into. Even more so than Rin.

It was entertainment in all its glory.

Speaking of which, I had no idea if Rin came with us--not that I could've given less of a fuck.

My head was still swimming in the afterglow, cunt twitching with the final echoes of Molly's tongue like it was still in there, swirling on autopilot.

I sprawled back across the table, legs twitching, chest rising like I just ran a marathon and came in first, covered in sweat and sapphic victory. I finally let go of Molly's head and just let her and Rin go at it, rutting like animals a few inches away from me.

They deserved it. I've had my fill.

A routine session of pussy worship, I told myself.

But holy fuck did Molly put in the work. I was still floating in it, mind melted, legs loose, and my--

[Grab]

"Huh...?"

My eyes snapped open.

"Wha--"

"Got you."

Molly was on top of me. Not just over me--holding me.

One hand wrapped firm around my throat--no pressure yet, just enough to remind me whose windpipe she now owned. Her other hand clamped my wrists above my head like she was mounting a painting.

And just like that, she had me pinned.

I blinked at her. "What's the big idea, hm?"

No response.

She just stared, jaw clenched, lips parted like she was trying to decide whether to kiss me or spit in my mouth.

"C'mon," I said, trying to wiggle my hands free. "Let me go, and I promise I won't totally brutalize you after I'm done with Rin."

Still nothing. No smartass retort. No smirk.

Just that blank fucking look. Creepy in the kind of way that makes your pulse hiccup.

I squirmed harder, trying to peel my wrists away from her grip, but she held me down with a strength I hadn't felt from her before. No tremble. No slack.

Only pressure.

"Molly," I hissed, forcing steel back into my voice. "Get the fuck off me, last warni--hgghh..."

"Molly this. Molly that."

Ah--

"I've had it with you barking orders at me."

Her fingers had just tightened around my neck.

Not hard. Not crushing. Just enough to send a fog creeping in around the edges of my vision. Just enough to spike my pulse and make me feel that I wasn't in control anymore.

"M-Mggh... what are y--"

Just enough to make my eyes widen with something I hadn't felt in a long time.

Fear.

"It's enough to make anyone crazy..." she growled, breath hot against my face. "Why don't we mix that up a little?"

"G-Ghh... fuck... let me go!"

I bucked my hips, twisted again--but she wasn't moving. She held me down with both her strength and bodyweight, and the heat between us felt like molten metal.

Then, I felt it.

Another grip.

Far lower.

Rin.

I'd forgotten about her.

She grabbed my legs and spread them, holding me open like a freshly delivered sacrifice. I didn't even have time to curse before Molly dove down, mouth crashing into mine, tongue prying its way between my lips like it had every right to be there.

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.

I didn't hate it--of course not. Her spit tasted like sin itself, dripping down my chin as her tongue hugged mine like her life depended on it. But I was losing control fast. My wrists were pinned. My legs were trapped. My cunt?

Exposed.

Vulnerable.

I need to turn this around. I have to. Fuck knows what'll happen if I--

"Here, Haruka..."

Rin's voice came sweet and singsong--way too innocent for what I think she was trying to do. I felt something tap against my pussy.

Not soft. Not subtle.

Something hard. Something big.

"You look a little lonely down here. Let me fix that~"

I couldn't see a damn thing. Molly had me completely pinned and blind--her tits, her mouth, her fucking tongue that refused to stay still, all blocking everything from the shoulders down.

But I knew.

I knew what that psycho punk with a silicone horsecock between her legs was up to.

"No, no, no--"

I tried to close my legs.

No dice.

Seems like that stupid fucking love potion gave Rin some kind of dopehead strength. And with Molly working me over--fingers pinching my nipples, nails dragging down my sides, teeth scraping my neck every time she took a break from mouth-raping me, I didn't stand a chance.

"M-Mmgh... hhha, h-hey! Time-out, girls. Time-out, let's ta--hhhnm..."

"Shhh, it's okay..."

Molly cupped my face in her hand, her fingers pressing my cheeks together while she gazed down at me like I was a precious doll she and Rin were about to wreck.

"Consider this a little 'management appreciation' from your dear employees~ ♡"

"Mo... Moll--ghhmmmghhh...!! ♡"

There. Right there.

Rin shoved it in, hard and deep, enough to make my lungs feel like they got fucked as well.

"Aaaahhghhh--shit, n-no... mmh!!"

My legs jerked, and my back arched off the table, but it was useless. Molly just kept holding me down like a patient in a psych ward. Like I wasn't the queen of anything anymore. Like I was just some writhing toy beneath her.

In and out.

Back and forth.

The toy moved like a spoon stirring through soft serve, scooping up every moan, every twitch, every helpless little flutter of my pussy as it clenched and begged for more. My cunt didn't know whether to weep or grip, so it did both.

And fuck, the helplessness? Having no control, nothing but pressure and pleasure and hands pinning me down made it so much worse.

Or better.

I had no idea anymore.

"A noisy one, ain't she?" Molly mused, almost fond, her voice tickling my ear as she peeled off her soaked top, slow and teasing, like she was unwrapping me a little Christmas present.

"Her cunt grips like y... you wouldn't believe," Rin replied, breathless yet just as eager and drunk on lust. She was taking her time now, pumping me with slow, deliberate strokes.

"Look at it, trying to... suck this fake cock, mhh, deeper into itself. It's so fucking hot..."

Molly then rose up slow, all grace and with purpose, like a goddess making sure I knew who was above me. She crawled forward, her thighs brushing my ribs, her grip on my wrists remaining iron-clad all the way, offering not a even sliver of freedom.

And then, right on top of me--above my face, was her pussy. Soft, flushed, and glistening. She spread her lips with two fingers like she was parting the heavens, and between them, I saw my salvation in pink.

A single drop of her slick slid out--plip--and landed on my cheek like dripping honey.

I twitched.

I whimpered.

I whined.

I opened my mouth, tongue out like a thirsty sinner at a communion.

So close.

So fucking close.

If I could move, I would've devoured her. I would've buried my face until her thighs trembled and her pussy forgot how to behave. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to turn Molly's gloryhole into a canteen.

"Like what you see?" she asked, voice sweet yet smug as fuck. I nodded. Didn't even try to speak. Words had since left me and my soul behind.

"Here, then," she purred, "Put that mouth to good use for... mmhh, me~!"

Blessed be all that is living.

She sank down in one smooth motion, her slick warmth sealing over my lips like a kiss from paradise. Her pussy pressed firm against my mouth, smearing that nectar across my tongue, with me moaning blissfully into her like a starving animal.

"Nhohh fuck... there, right there--mmhh...!!"

I tongued her like a beast on its last meal, ravenous and laser-focused, each lick carrying the weight of obsessive devotion. Molly squirmed above me, fingers digging into my scalp, hips shaking like she was seizing. Her squeals came sharp and honest--no filters, no shame. Just pure fucking bliss.

"Hmghh, mhaa... hha, get back he... mmhh--"

But even as I devoured her, my mind short-circuited under the flood of her taste. It coated my tongue in sweet ecstasy, thick and addicting. I knew that pussy well--I had trained it plenty before--but something about now... the flavor felt special.

Like it had ripened into something divine.

Every slurp felt sacred.

Every flick of my tongue was a prayer.

I could've lived between her legs forever if she so graciously allowed me to.

But then Rin.

Fucking Rin rammed that fat faux-cock in me deeper, shoving past my limits until I swore I felt her scraping against my skull. My hips jumped, my jaw slackened, and that masterful rhythm I had going?

Dead on the spot.

"M-MMGHHH--!!"

My tongue went limp. Still eager, still drooling--but now clumsy and twitching with every slam the punk girl made. My brain tried to climb its way back to Molly's altar, but Rin wasn't having it. Her thrusts got meaner, harder, like she was reminding me I wasn't here to lead--I was here to be taken.

Molly was quick to catch on to my growing slack, and without hesitating, took matters into her own hips.

"Mhaa, no, don't slow down now!"

She began to grind on my face like it was her throne, her crotch rolling with hedonistic greed, her slick heat smearing all over my lips as I kept my tongue erect doing its best to keep her entertained.

A sea of unbridled carnality--sticky, slick, and sacred. The walls echoed with a choir of moans and squeals, voices blending into a glorious and depraved cacophony.

It was music. It was bliss.

And it was madness.

No longer could I tell who was giving, who was taking.

Who was being used... or doing the using.

Molly had my face drowned in her cunt like it was a baptism.

Rin had my toy elbow-deep in me like she was digging for treasure.

I lapped up Molly's girlcum like it was the fountain of youth.

The giver.

The taker.

The slave.

Which was which? Who was who?

Fuck if I knew anymore.

All I knew was that it was about to rain soon.

"Nhha... fuckh, yeahhhmm...!"

Rin was the first to bite.

It started slow--ragged breaths, spit-slick curses tumbling from her mouth like she had forgotten how to form proper words. A little prelude to the cry of euphoria that would soon follow.

The sound of her hips slamming into me dulled, becoming erratic. Her grunts gave way to a tremor-- a ripple of desperate energy that traveled through her and into me, sharp and searing.

And then she snapped.

"... gghhhffhhhhhaah!! ♡♡"

She howled, feral and free, the kind of orgasm that tore its way out of her lungs like a bullet from a firearm. I winced in pain as she dug her fingernails into my knees. Little sharp things that felt more like serrated scalpels than assorted accessories.

They bit into my knees, not scratching but carving, like she wanted to brand her high permanently into my skin.

And maybe she did.

And maybe I wanted her to.

Because that scream?

It was art.

It was surrender and sin, tangled into a single, sacred note. Not once was she ever in my line of sight, yet what her noises conveyed was more than enough.

Rin had crossed the river.

And she took a piece of me with her.

"Fhhmm... ghoohh shit--!! ♡"

Ah, Molly.

How the fuck could I forget?

Trying to track Rin's tempo, trying to process anything at all--it made me forget that my precious little ginger girl was still up top, riding my face like her pussy was on a mission.

And she rode.

Feverishly.

Desperately.

Like her orgasm was the holy grail and my tongue was her map.

I felt it before she even said it. Her thighs trembled, her breath caught, her fingers tangled in my hair like she was about to take flight.

"H-Haruka, I'm cummiiinnnhhhhh!! ♡♡"

And oh, did she ever.

She broke--beautifully.

Her body spasmed above me, hips rolling in chaotic ecstasy as her climax hit like a thunderclap.

She squealed. Twitched.

Wriggled like a fish out of water.

And sprayed me like a blue whale breaching for glory.

Warm nectar painted my face in thick, divine splashes. Four, maybe five. Each squirt, warmer more humiliatingly satisfying than the last.

Not a patch of skin spared.

Not my nose, not my cheeks, not even my lashes.

My world was reduced to wet heat, my vision a blur of cunt and collapse, my role demoted from café owner to cum-splattered altar beneath Molly's divine release.

I failed to reach Nirvana myself, yet I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

Their orgasms soon faded. A tide pulling back from the shore--slow, wet, reluctant to leave. What remained was a swamp of sweat, sex, and the dizzying fog of too many climaxes.

Molly was still perched above me, pussy lazily dripping its final blessings onto my numb lips. Her chest rose and fell in soft waves, her fingers dancing over her clit like she was idly spinning a coin.

Not frantically. Not desperately.

Just... lazily. Like someone reaching for seconds after having licked the plate clean.

She looked down at me with that shit-eating grin, strands of hair stuck to the corner of her lips, her thighs still quivering slightly from her last aftershock.

"See?" she purred, her cunt winking at me like it had something to say. "The more the merrier, like I told you."

Her words. They weren't for me.

Rather, for the girl that was behind he--

"Nhohh--! ♡"

My hips jolted.

I had forgotten--seven inches of silicone had been buried deep inside me up until now. Rin reminded me by yanking it out with one swift, merciless tug. My thighs twitched, my core clenched at the sudden emptiness, leaking out everything she had stirred loose.

Rin then sauntered forward like a gremlin princess fresh from her den--cocky and flushed, holding the toy with one hand to keep it from slipping between her soaked thighs. Her grin was sharp enough to cut glass, and the way her eyes glowed? It was like she had just won a war.

"You didn't have... mhh, to spike me with that love potion, by the way," she purred, brushing damp strands from Molly's face. "Could've just told me Haruka would be on the menu~"

My lips were parted in more ways than one. Along with Molly's inner thighs sticky with her naughty fluids, Rin's faux-cock--gleaming, magenta, coated in my arousal--now joined in too, casting a lewd shadow over my flushed face.

Molly gave the toy a lazy stroke, slow and fond, like she was praising it for its service.

"What can I say?" she giggled, tapping the cock's tip on my lips. "I needed all the help I could get~"

The two of them--soft and cruel, flushed and radiant--looked down at me like I was a meal they shared, half-eaten but still warm.

Still very much warm.

Still in need of being eaten.

A beat passed. For some reason the two just... stared. First at me. Then at one another.

Like they were waiting for me to give them a greenlight. How cute. So much for their little coup d'état. Overpowered me just to hesitate at the finish line.

The silly bitches.

I sighed. Smirked. Then gave them exactly what they were silently begging for.

A tug and a pull later, my dress slid off my shoulders, falling downward like melting cream. My tits flopped free--soft, flushed, kissed by sweat--and the change in the air was immediate.

Their eyes lit up. Pupils dilating, throats moving as they swallowed their respective drool.

Molly looked like she was about to pounce.

Rin looked like she was already fucking my face.

"The night's still young, I guess..." I muttered, lips twitching around a grin I couldn't be bothered to suppress.

I then leaned back, placing my arms above my head again like I was their dessert on a silver platter. My legs were spread just enough to tease.

Just enough to dare.

"Let's see what else you girls got~ ♡"

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