In Need of his Nectar: Pt. 04

- Chapter 20 -

Visions of nudity and rapture consumed his sleep, bleeding into reality as Jamie awoke to Naomi kissing at his neck. It took him a moment to recognise the living room and register he must have fallen asleep there. Dim light streamed from the edges of the curtains and the beginnings of birdsong made Jamie suspect it was early in the morning.

Her hands gripped at the bulge in his trousers, writhing against his body, moaning as her breath warmed his skin. She was scantily dressed, in silk white shorts dotted with black hearts, and a thin black top with spaghetti straps, it barely contained her immense bosom, areolas pronounced against the fabric. Bringing his hand to one of them, she moaned at his touch, then again as he kissed along her exposed shoulder.

Freeing his rigid cock, she worked it up and down in a loose grip, pressing further into his body, her tits dragging along his chest as she rose up, bringing the tip of his cock between her legs and guiding it through the pant-leg of her loose silk shorts. The warm wetness enveloped his cock exquisitely, Naomi gliding down his pulsing erection until their thighs met, groaning in unison. Moving his hands from her tits to her thick ass, he conducted her body, pressing both cheeks upward and then clawing them down again. She needed little convincing, slathering his dick with her juices as her thrusts quickly found a perfect tempo.

No longer needing his guidance, he removed his hands, taking the edges of her top and lifting them up over her head, burying his face in her boobs. Her nipple in his mouth brought her to her first great orgasm, clasping a hand over her mouth to keep quiet and avoid waking Paige as she squealed. Her humping sped up, working herself quickly towards a second climax and sensing he too was close, she held hers, watching his reactions and waiting until he grunted, Naomi squirting around his cock before he finished inside her.

As the drug rushed through her system, she felt like pure sex in the way Paige had described last night. She sparkled with the euphoria, allowing her body to go limp onto him until her earlier energy returned, no, quadrupled! This was better than a caffeine hit. She climbed off him, offering a sharp high five before retreating to shower.

After taking some time to recover himself, Jamie groggily stood up and stretched, his achy body clicking with the effort. Naomi sauntered through the living room wrapped in a towel, tugging open the curtains and brushing her teeth. She put some bread in the toaster then went back to the bedroom to get dressed. Jamie followed to watch her peruse the wardrobe. Today she opted for a burgundy bodycon dress with gold buttons, tugging it on and picking out gold bracelets and a necklace to match which he helped affix.

After a clunk from the kitchen, she left, fetched the toast, buttered them and then came back to the bedroom, placing a slice in his mouth as she ate her own. Bemused, Jamie sat on the bed to eat it and watch as Naomi laid out her makeup. She applied it swiftly, taking most time on her foundation and eyeliner, then picking out a complimentary dark red shade of lipstick. Finally, she opened an ottoman in the corner filled entirely with shoes, rustling around until she found a burgundy pair with gold detailing along the top and the heel.

"Let's try and connect again at lunch." She told him in a whisper, insisting on a kiss on the cheek via a pointed finger, Jamie instead shoving her playfully, and smacking her behind as she turned to leave. "Make sure Paige wakes up before her exam, and after you drop her off maybe pick up some more clothes from your place. Check if the antidote has arrived too."

He nodded and she left with a wink.

After taking his daily pills Jamie fixed himself some food and a coffee, very much enjoying Naomi's provisions. Fumbling around the kitchen carelessly, he made enough mess and noise to wake Paige, who emerged from the guest bedroom. The clattering was an unwelcome way to start her day, but her irritation softened at the sight of Jamie holding a coffee mug already marked brown from a spill, crumbs across the countertops.

Naomi had provided her with some loose fitting blush pink cotton pajamas, the shorts so tiny they were hidden under the long t-shirt. She left the bedroom and gave him a kiss on the cheek, accompanying him to the dining table, sitting quietly and enjoying their beautiful surroundings. It was raining heavily outside, the first poor weather in days. Paige found it rather soothing.

Looking down at the pile of books and papers she had left on the floor, she moved the top one aside with her foot, then the next, before picking up a textbook titled 'Censorship and Subversion on Stage' along with some pages of her notes. The day continued quietly in this way, Jamie flicking through his phone as Paige read nearby, gradually adding more and more of the books from the floor to the table.

Relaxing back in the chair, feet up on the thick glass table with her legs crossed, Paige began reading a short play called 'Disruptions of Desire' and toying with her hair. Her note taking became more sporadic, getting lost in the story and glancing occasionally over to Jamie.

"Did you have sex with Naomi this morning before she left?" She asked him, jogging him from his fixation with his phone. He nodded, waiting for a follow up question that she wasn't prepared for. "W-what did you do?"

"What do you mean?" He asked in reply, he seemed worried he had said something wrong.

"Describe it to me." Paige insisted, slipping one hand under the waistband of the borrowed pajama shorts.

With a devilish grin, he told her how he had woken up to her kissing his neck and rubbing his cock. She removed her feet from the table, moving one to his crotch, echoing the other girl's earlier motion with a gentle pressure. Jamie continued, describing the moaning noises she had made, and enjoying how Paige's steady breathing became tipped with girlish whining, not quite imitating Naomi's but he preferred the prettiness of Paige's vocalisations. When he spoke of how he had taken off her top, she followed suit, her pale tits tipped with hard peach nipples on proud display, dusted with freckles. Quickening her fingers, her moans deepened.

"She never took off her shorts - just pushed them aside - but I wished she had." Jamie divulged, his eyes locked on Paige as she scooted up the chair, prying her tiny shorts off and bringing her legs into her body to cutely kick the final article of clothing away. She spread her legs, her tidy pink pussy parting, utterly drenched.

"Did you pump her full of cum?"

"First she squirted all over my dick and had to scream into her hand to keep quiet." He continued, reaching into his jeans to mirror her movements. "Then she slid her body up and down until we finished together."

Burning with lust, Paige tried to picture the scene, first with Naomi and then with her in the girl's place. Taking what she wanted without asking, acting on her whims just as Jamie admired. What was it that Paige desired? Truly. Ignoring all the things she assumed she ought to want.

"Describe my body to me." She landed upon, readying herself for his judgement, but there was barely a beat before he launched into sharing his every thought, as if it had been queued in his throat for her to release.

"You have this incredible soft skin, like butter. I want to devour that petite figure from top to bottom, and taste your sweet juices again. Whatever it takes to feel those lovely legs wrapped around m-"

Before he finished she lunged forward, their kissing ferocious as he snatched her up in his arms, nearly toppling in his excitement and finding his balance against the table. Holding her still with his other hand, he lay her gently back onto the table, her hair splayed out atop the layer of books, her legs around his waist.

His jeans fell to the floor, and he took a moment to strip as naked as she was before sliding his needy cock into her, relishing the warmth of another wet pussy.

Paige worried about the glass table being able to support their weight, however thick it was, and worried too about squirting all over her notes and the borrowed library books. She worried most that she couldn't last another second without earning Jamie's jizz. He needed no encouragement, slamming into her over and over, the metal supports of the table rattling with each thrust. With her legs around him and her bare ass on the glass, she employed one hand to grip the edge of the table behind her for support and the other to rub at her swollen clit, studying Jamie's every move and orgasming so hard she thought she would lose consciousness.

His every movement lit fireworks in her, a powerful orgasm and another and another and another. Screaming, squirting, shaking and smiling as he reached a crescendo of his own, yanking her upwards into a poignant kiss as she was awarded her prize as deep as she could take it.

Clutching his neck with her small hand, bringing it to his cheek as their lips parted, they chuckled as three books separately slipped from the table to the floor with a thud.

- Chapter 21 -

"You cannot still be reading." He commented at the sight of her returning clean and re-dressed, brushing her teeth with one hand and with a book in the other. They were going to head off to the exam shortly, and she was still cramming in the final moments.

"I don't think it will come up but there's this Philosopher the professor mentioned th-" She began to explain, spotting Jamie's blank look. He could not understand anyone putting themselves under the stress that she was. The reading was not doing much to calm her anxiety, and she wondered whether Jamie's horizontal position on the couch might be better preparation for the exam ahead.

Taking a breath and closing the book, she came to join him, feeling herself ease as the top of her head touched his, meeting at the corner of the couch. She reached up a hand and he took it.

Once the calm was well and truly instilled, Jamie took her to meet her friends, still aiming to be there earlier than necessary. He dropped her off at the library a full hour before it started. She was quietly confident for much of the drive, but it left her the closer they got to the campus. Permitted only a quick smooch as she left the car, Jamie watched as she jogged through the rain, approaching a group sheltering under the entrance canopy, Elouise among them, flashing him a smile.

He didn't stick around.

As directed, Jamie popped back to his place, grabbed some bits and checked there were no new pills or antidote deliveries. The app still said it was in progress, and prompted him for a symptom update. Over the last few days he had reported few, feeling clear headed, but now he realised that signature dull ache was returning behind his temple. The beginnings of a hunger was there too.

Things were deteriorating, like the girls' growing addictions, he too was feeling his need accelerate. The antidote couldn't come soon enough. Though normality would mean that these four walls and the bar would be the only things to fill his waking moments again. His flat, even in its clean state it paled in comparison to the splendour of Zalika's place, lacked the coziness of Paige's dorm and could never quite reach the cleanly chic of Naomi's.

Was this really all his life had been before? A squalid apartment, shitty job and a crapped out old car? Without the drug trial, he'd be down to the meager earnings from the bar.

Without the girls living off his body, what reason did he even have to wake up in the morning? His life had never felt so empty until he had experienced it so full, where every hour had to be carefully managed to keep so many plates spinning. Being busy was novel.

A few loud pings from his pocket underscored the point, sending an excited jolt through him, glad of the distraction from what his life was sure to look like again post-antidote. Naomi was asking about a quickie, and the hunger in him had swelled to the point of such desperation now, he nearly cheered.

Naomi was at an open house for a vacant bungalow across town and asked if he would be willing to brave the rain. He grabbed an umbrella and shot straight over to the provided address.

- Chapter 22 -

Distracted, Jamie took a wrong turn, his head blurry and alternating between a focus on the road and the memory of Naomi eating out Paige's pretty little pussy yesterday. The rain trailing down his windscreen reminded him of the river of his cum along Naomi's chin from her slurping.

The trip took longer than he had anticipated, attempting a U-turn too quickly on the wet tarmac, veering off and nearly hitting an oncoming car. The storm was still going when he arrived, spotting a small white car with an estate agent logo on the side. Jamie parked opposite it, Naomi sat inside eyeing him unenthusiastically as he got out of the car.

"What?" He yelled over the wind and rain, opening his umbrella to find it was rusted along the stem and the fabric was torn, leaving him quickly soaked. "I came as fast as I could."

"Hun, you didn't even text to say you were coming." Said Naomi, opening an enormous branded red umbrella that was more akin to a tent on a stick.

"Oh, didn't I? Shit, sorry." He replied, taking the umbrella from her and holding it aloft for both of them so she could answer her phone on the walk to the door, trying his best to keep her dry amidst wind and flashes of lightning.

"Hey Ash, sorry I'm just... oh it's tonight? Is it open bar? Nice! Who's going and where are we meeting?" Naomi spoke hurriedly as she held the phone to her head with her shoulder, fumbling with keys from her purse. Finding the right one at last, she swung the door open and slammed the weather out behind them, finishing her call while her eyes fixed on Jamie. "Uh actually, you know what, count me out tonight. I think I need a quiet one. Send her my love, okay we'll do coffee soon."

About to shake the umbrella dry over the carpet, Naomi slapped Jamie's wrist, snapping it from him playfully and folding it in the corner. Her burgundy dress was remarkably dry, but she kicked off her wet heels, and placed them on the kitchen tiles.

"Good thing these are fake suede." She laughed, looking over at Jamie, who clearly had no idea why that was a good thing in the rain. Ignoring the statement, he scanned the interior of the small single-story house. Though entirely empty and painted a stark white - even this empty shell was nicer than his place.

There were no curtains, so their best hope of privacy was at the back of the house, Naomi leading him barefoot through the carpeted hallway, both of them near breaking point.

"I don't have a lot of time." She told him, pulling her hair into a white scrunchie, then unfastening his belt and dropping to her knees.

"I can do you first if you want?" He offered, answered only by a shake of the head before she took the tip of his dick into her mouth, soft at first but quickly hardening until it was big enough to make for difficult work. She needed it too badly and the work was sloppy, occasionally choking herself from going too hard and unable to maintain a rhythm.

Unable to focus clearly on the sensations, Jamie's state was hardly helpful, it was like he had passed arousal and was now hyper-sensitive.

Naomi apologised, sitting back on her heels a moment and pausing to take a breath before continuing. She had filled her every spare second with clients and coffees with colleagues, using up every ounce of her patience. Restarting with a gentle and slow pace, Naomi fought her instincts to speed up, hearing the positive effects in Jamie's grunts of approval. This was about all that would work for him, but it was agonising, and she yearned for pressure against her clit, but it was far too difficult to reach in the bodycon dress that went so far down her thighs. He was getting close, Naomi identifying his tell-tell twitches when the jangle of keys at the door spooked them both.

Eyes wide, sliding his member swiftly from her lips and holding one finger to them, she hurriedly got to her feet.

"Naomi?" Shouted a woman's voice, approaching quickly down the hall. "They didn't have matcha so I got this lemon blueberry thing and the tuna b-"

With no time to re-do his belt, Jamie had pulled his t-shirt down to cover it, standing awkwardly with Naomi in the middle of the small room as this new woman arrived, turning the corner and spotting them.

"So yeah, like I was saying - all new double glazing and carpets. The last occupants were elderly and moved into care before their kids modernised the place for the sale." Naomi said, springing into action with her practiced routines, tapping the glass with the tips of the new windows with her long nails. "There's three year warranties on these. Sorry I ran out of brochures, my assistant here should have spares..."

The woman placed the drinks she was holding carefully on a nearby shelf, fishing around in her vast bag for a set of papers and handing them to Jamie with a smile.

"Go through and I'll give you a minute to have a look around." Naomi finished, approaching her assistant and leading her away. Her hand was balled into a furious fist, but her tone remained cheery. "He just turned up but I figured I could squeeze him in."

The woman nodded, smiling and following Naomi away, giving Jamie the chance to do up his belt in privacy. He didn't even bother opening the brochure, but the price on the front was eye-watering, just the down payment was more than he earned in a year on the bar!

Naomi was devastated, her chest tight with need, the precum still lingered on her tongue but it wasn't enough. It only made the hunger stronger. After specifically sending her assistant as far as she could with the most obscure lunch order request she could think of, the combination of Jamie's lateness and her own poor oral performance now meant it was impossible to finish up. Her mind raced trying to think of an excuse to steal a few more minutes.

"We've got the strategy session now across town with the regional head. Given the traffic we probably need to head off. Oh and I requested that overdue invoice for you, I need to update some of the vendor details in the system." The assistant rattled off the details, taking sips of her coffee while reading off a brightly lit tablet. She was still going when Jamie wandered into the room, distracted enough by the screen for Jamie and Naomi to exchange frustrated shrugs.

"Thanks for all the information." He said, tapping the brochure. "I'll be in touch." Shaking hands with each of them, he made a beeline for the car, dripping wet as he reached the driver's seat and started the engine. His cock strained against the denim, watching as the women returned to their matching cars with their matching umbrellas and set off.

- Chapter 23 -

There was no-one for him. Paige in her exam, Naomi clearly busy, and he knew better than to try Zalika who had talked earlier in the chat about a lunch with important clients. In his desperation, he even tried Riley, which rang a while before going to voicemail. He felt like he was going to burst, but even before he made it carefully back to Naomi's flat, he knew masturbation wouldn't cut it. He felt so sensitive that only the lightest touch would do. Beside that, he needed more than to cum, there was this urge to spread. To finish inside someone.

Predictably, a few messages to Zalika went unread. His pool of options dropped to zero, so he drew a freezing cold bath and dunked himself into it. While it vanquished his arousal, it helped more acutely with the mounting headache, soothed by the cold. He took deep breaths, splaying his legs and arms out against the edges of the tub, training his eye at the ceiling light and blinking slowly. It only took about fifteen minutes to take full effect, but he stayed there for over an hour.

When he felt ready, he drained the water and looked around the room for a distraction that could last until one of the girls finished work, or when he needed to pick up Paige between six and seven. He stayed in the bathtub, running warm water using the mobile shower head, and shaving himself trim. The chore was decidedly unsexy.

He got himself fully dressed in some chinos and a nicer shirt he had brought, hoping not to be the most scruffy of them for a change - and making himself presentable was always a welcome deflection.

Grappling for other equally unappealing things to do with his time, he cleaned the bathroom and then the kitchen counters. Then he fixed himself some food and put on a load of washing. Nearing five in the afternoon, he realised he had gone hours without sitting and watching TV, too wary of what might be on it.

'I can't take this anymore. I'm going to cancel my next couple of meetings - Jamie you at Naomi's?' Read a message from Zalika. Evidently her attempt to hold out to evening each day was not faring well. He responded at once, his erection throbbing at the thought of relief.

'I'll be home in 15' Came another from Naomi.

It felt like an age for him, tapping his hands on the counter impatiently as the afternoon light in the windows faded into that dull silver-blue stretch of early evening. Finally the doorbell buzzed. Zalika had beaten Naomi home, pressing the bell incessantly as Jamie fumbled with the remote to let her up. He hovered by the door, pacing as the ache returned stronger than ever in his skull.

Discontent getting the better of him, he opened the front door and held it open until Zalika arrived in the lift at the end of the hall. She was dressed simply today, in flared pink trousers, nude heels and a top of white translucent fabric that criss-crossed over her body until it was no longer see-through. Her dark hair was in a tight bun. She practically shoved him inside, closing them in and moving immediately to the guest bedroom opposite.

The kissing felt wrong, it wasn't what they normally did but they were on intimacy-autopilot, even more awkward as she was almost taller than him in her heels. The warmth of one another's lips was comforting, but they were both desperate to get his cock free. She didn't bother undressing herself, groping at his groin and failing repeatedly to undo the buttons of his trousers until finally it was around his calves along with his boxers and Jamie's member was in her mouth at last.

Moaning gratefully into his cock, Jamie had to caution her to move slowly. Anything more was painful, but she struggled to master the right level of pressure to feel good.

The door thrust open to Naomi arriving home, throwing down her things and joining Zalika kneeling on the floor.

"Can we share?" Naomi asked politely, hoping that the fact it was her place would matter as much as the fact Zalika had been first.

"Just get it out of him." Zalika replied, handing his cock over like a baton.

Naomi continued her motion from earlier, forcing herself to be slow and watching his reactions. There was no doubt that Naomi had happened upon the right strategy, cupping his balls in a light massage and slurping eagerly. Without taking him too deep, she slithered all the way along the shaft with her lips, steady and smooth. The choreography was so precise that it looked pleasurable in its own right, Zalika captivated by the performance. Though it seemed exhausting, Naomi's eyes were watering and her breathing was laboured.

"May I..." Started Zalika, moving her head closer and immediately offered his slobbery wet erection. She took it, replicating an almost identical rhythm, snaking her body forward and back, but her tongue had its own unique signature that Jamie seemed to revel in: she flicked it over his tip at the end of each stroke driving him wild. Both of them moaned, Zalika's jaw growing sore but pushing through for just another drop of precum to satisfy her a little longer.

Thankfully Naomi soon took over again, now mirroring the same move with her tongue, which was tricky at first to perform alongside her testicular-massage. On Zalika's turn, she adopted the same treatment of his balls, noticing he responded to a little more pressure. In time, the pair found a perfect synchronisation, readily swapping saliva in pursuit of their end goal.

Drinking in the view of the two beautiful women working his dick, one in Burgundy, the other in white and pink, bobbing up and down one by one. Until finally, as he was in Zalika's mouth he finally reached his peak, filling her mouth with his cock milk. She went to pass it over midway through, but Naomi held her in place.

"Wait wait, don't swallow it." Naomi coached, watching until her partner gave a nod, and then took her into a deep kiss.

Their tongues swapped cum as they moaned into one another, Jamie falling back limp to spectate as the white fluid passed from one mouth to the other, their bodies relaxing as they grew gradually cum drunk, their hands exploring their other's body. It went on longer than he expected, enjoying the show right up until the pair parted, Naomi placing smaller pecks on the other girl's cheek. They were still gasping for air as they moved to sit on the floor, Naomi kicking off her heels.

"Holy shit, what the fuck is happening to us?" Asked Naomi breathlessly. It was the first coherent thought to form since lunch.

Zalika was still bearing the effects of the shared dose, barely registering what was being said. While she was finally mollified after a mess of meetings, Naomi was pent up. The promise of this session and the loss of it earlier had hung over every waking minute of her day.

"That stunt earlier fucked my whole day, I've been trying to hold my shit together with customers while driven crazy by this fucking addiction, which is only getting worse!" Naomi yelled as she rose to her feet. "I'm lucky my boss rescheduled my meeting with him today."

"Why didn't you just say you were unwell and go home?" Asked Jamie from his position on the bed.

"Because Jamie... not everyone can drop everything in a heartbeat." Naomi's shouting continued, stepping accidentally on a heel of one of her discarded shoes and hurting her feet. "There's people counting on me. I haven't made it to where I am by lying to my team and letting them down so I can go home early."

She grabbed her shoes angrily, resisting the urge to hurl them into the hall.

"We literally have something that requires an antidote. It's not lying." Jamie mumbled, too relieved to get as worked up as she was. Though even in his normal state, he wondered if he would be able to comprehend why she was making this all so much harder for herself.

Taking a breath, she thought better of continuing, instead looking over to Zalika for solidarity. Instead she got a blank stare, either too out of it to comprehend the argument, or weighing up what he had said.

Naomi left with a sigh, checking her calendar and changing quickly into workout gear to try to make her evening crossfit class. By the time she was back in the hall tugging her sneakers on, Zalika seemed to be coming back to her senses. She asked for Naomi's wifi details so she could log on for an important call, setting up on the table in the living room, as there wasn't much time until it started. Jamie fixed himself a drink from the kitchen.

"I'll be free again around half nine to do anal as usual." Zalika mentioned offhandedly as she navigated her laptop.

"Why?" Naomi asked bluntly. "That's not even a few hours from now, I thought you wanted to minimise your exposure?"

Frozen, Zalika realised she didn't have a good reason, and watched as Naomi's eyes narrowed. Clearly the tall quick-thinking executive didn't have all her faculties again yet, and couldn't conjure a response.

Naomi was more desperate than ever to be free of this chaos, and clear her head for an hour. She stood up in the hall, ready to go but pausing before she left, looking over to where Jamie stood impassively. The sight annoyed her.

"You know your friend Riley is still meeting her little girlfriend here every time you finish in her asshole, and licking it out." Shot Naomi, jabbing her finger in the air accusingly. "That's why she's not answering your calls."

It wasn't a theory Naomi would have said she was confident about until she said it aloud, but Zalika's reaction was immediate, only confirming all suspicion. With a smirk, Naomi left, slamming the door behind her.

- Chapter 24 -

Unable to negotiate this level of confrontation, Jamie left the flat to pick up Paige, leaving Zalika sitting alone in silence. Caught between the guilt of inadvertently revealing Riley's secret, the need for Jamie's cum and an actual fondness forming for her new companions, Zalika stared at the group chat a while considering a message to send, before deciding instead to leave it and join her call late. Donning her headset, she felt immediately better once she had a different and more simple problem to fixate over at work.

Arriving early for once at the college, Jamie waited in what was becoming his usual spot by the library. The rain had stopped by now, so he could wait outside the car, sitting on the edge of the hood to look out for the exiting students. When Paige's exam was over, she practically skipped out the door, greeting him with a huge embrace as Elouise hovered awkwardly nearby.

"It went great! Elouise and I think we smashed it." She said for them both, stepping back to form a triangle between them.

"Great to hear! Your work paid off." He said, and Paige nodded gleefully in response. The contentment was short lived, as her eyes exposed a growing need, it had appeared out of nowhere once she was within Jamie's aura.

Despite her desire to leave, Elouise still had lots of questions about how they had responded to the different exam sections, able to somehow recount almost every detail of what she had written. Getting few and short responses from her friend, she soon gave up trying, though clearly disappointed. Elouise could tell something was off about her, she hadn't been home in a couple of days since this guy had showed up and she was worried.

"Let's grab a drink, I've missed you." Elouise insisted, taking her by the hand. "You know you left me to revise on my own yesterday, not cool."

"Sorry about that, just after the party I didn't want to have to explain everything to the girls." She replied, the guilt coaxing her to stay standing there a little longer. "I was just drunk and feeling reckless, and with the stress of the exam coming up..."

"I get it." Elouise affirmed, raising her hand up to her friend's shoulder calmingly. "It's fine, god knows Cara has done some similarly heinous things in far more public places. Now the exam is out of the way, just come back to the flat and I'll sort everything."

It was a solid enough pitch, and Paige struggled to think of a compelling reason not to come home and let Elouise fix it as she usually could. Yet the burning in her belly could not be ignored, and Paige looked to Jamie for help. He had none to offer.

Elouise watched closely, sensing something odd in the air between them and now ignoring this strange new guy who was always around, fixed only on Paige to gauge her reaction.

"Listen, here's the thing." Paige said with the air of a confession, though the words were not her own. "I made Jamie promise to fuck me after the exam, and I'm just... really horny right now thinking about it."

Mutually stunned, none more than Paige at herself, it was laced so perfectly with elements of the truth that there was no denying its authenticity. Elouise smiled, practically proud of her usually pent up pal. The fire in the pairs' eyes spoke for itself. The arousal was contagious.

"Oh, well I appreciate the honesty!" Said Elouise with a smirk, diving deep to summon her own truth to her lips. "I'm pretty buzzed myself after finally releasing all that crap from my brain. A-are you going back to Jamie's?"

Paige nodded, before Jamie could speak and fuck it up. Perhaps they could hook up there instead of Naomi's for a change.

"Could I maybe... watch again?" Elouise inquired sheepishly. She hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since what she had seen the other day. The two of them had such an intensity, it played on repeat whenever she slept and she had woken up grinding against her sheets.

"What?!" Jamie blurted, aghast at a civilian acting as horny as his own cum-drunk entourage.

In the last year or so of college Elouise had grown noticeably more salacious. She had been almost princess-like in her perfection when they first met, but she now dressed less modestly, wearing skimpier outfits to clubs. There had been a string of guys, and even a few girls brought back to the apartment. Her libido seemed to be blossoming, making no attempt to keep her noise down, whether with a partner or her toys. After a few drinks, she would often get handsy and Paige had fought her off on more than one occasion. At the time it was an obscene sight, but now Paige was wet at the thought of it.

The question hung in the air, and Paige couldn't think straight enough to decide what would be right. What would Jamie be comfortable with? Her brainpower had been depleted by the test and fending off her arousal for so long that she had little logic left. She had to do whatever would get them into his car as quickly as possible, and in that desperation Paige found certainty.

"You can sit in the corner, watching only. Don't touch him, okay?" Paige asserted, receiving a short nod in reply. She hoped it would play as possessive, rather than precautionary. They couldn't get a fifth girl mixed up with this addiction.

They piled into the car together, Paige setting Jamie's flat as the destination on her phone's navigation app, to be sure he wouldn't inadvertently take them to Naomi's. They agreed the rest of the details en route, Elouise enquiring whether she could be naked, or touch herself, or video it, or whether touching Paige was allowed.

By the time they arrived, the rules of engagement were set. They turned Jamie's sofa to face the bed, and then perched on the edge of the mattress, watching as Elouise undressed. Paige couldn't believe this was happening, and yet she was excited. Having another un-initiated girl naked before Jamie was a risk, but she was confident he wouldn't break any rules, she was more worried about herself.

She commanded herself not to allow a single drop of Jamie's sperm to go unaccounted for.

Discarding her jeans, top and mismatched underwear, Elouise was stick thin, tall, with tiny tits and a naturally snatched waist. She was light enough that Jamie thought he could probably throw her across the room with ease. With bright blonde hair, almost white and in a neat ponytail, matching light eyebrows and a trace of pink blush makeup on her cheeks - there was no denying she was drop dead gorgeous, with perfect teeth and piercing blue eyes. Her mound was trim, her toenails painted pink while her fingernails were French-tipped. She was less pale than Paige, but the tan was so perfectly uniform that it must surely be fake.

Next Paige removed her clothes. She was in black leggings a white ribbed tee with a flannel shirt over the top. Each came away quickly revealing much nicer underneath: a lacy matching black bra and thong. A reflex by now, Jamie reached over and removed them, remaining clothed as Paige stepped forward, nodding for him to begin performing oral on her. He did so willingly, greedily lapping at her plentiful juices.

Right away Elouise's fingers were between her legs. The sweet aroma in the air was intoxicating. Whilst it was certainly amping Paige up, Jamie's incredible mouthwork didn't seem to be able to get her close. Elouise knew nothing of the addiction dulling her friend's ability to cum, so was surprised his clearly skilled tongue wasn't sufficient. Hooking his chin under her finger, Paige led him up to kiss her.

"Can I...?" Pleaded Elouise, permitted with a nod and crawling over to bury her face in her friend's pussy. Elouise's work was sloppy but passionate, working her own clit with one hand while the other plunged into Paige's entrance. She looked up occasionally to see Jamie kissing Paige deeply, and near her ear she could hear Paige's hand rubbing at his privates. As usual, Paige touched her fingers sweetly to his cheek as they snogged.

Coaxed on with strokes of her hair, Elouise was glad to have her friend moaning as Jamie was now told to strip down. The sight of his cock was magnificent, and she desperately wanted to service his dick but knew the rules against touching him. Sent back to her seat, she observed with ravenous eyes as Jamie lay with his cock at attention, Paige impaling herself and then riding him in slow strokes. They continued kissing and stroking one another as if Elouise wasn't there, but occasionally Paige would sit up and continue to rock her hips while facing her friend.

Jamie's head hung over the edge of the bed, so he too was able to peer back up to Elouise who was now so wet her fingers squelched as she thrust them inside herself, soon bringing herself to a loud climax. She didn't stop though, her hand a blur of movement. Her expression was blissful, but there was also a flash of envy.

With a flick of her wrist, Paige beckoned her forward, meeting Elouise in a kiss and feeling their joint arousal flourish. Was this addiction changing what Paige liked or unlocking it? She didn't care, she was on the edge of an enormous release, and wanted to share it. She just needed to find a way to do it safely. Guiding Elouise's hips forward until she was straddling Jamie, he began licking at her pussy, the young girl shaking with pleasure at once. Paige held her, continuing her kissing while humping Jamie's dick.

Elouise was first to finish, coating Jamie's face before he ejaculated into Paige's needy tight hole. The effect on Paige was magnificent, a shuddering mess of satisfaction, her words were nothing but growls and grunts, her eyes rolling back as she shook with orgasm. The pair of them held her steady, waiting for her to come back down. Elouise stood back as Paige eventually went limp. She rested her head by Jamie's.

"D-don't let me do anything stupid." Paige whispered to him, so he held her to him until her logic returned. It was a fair while, cooing contentedly around his body. Elouise lay back on the couch to recover too.

"Is she okay?" Elouise asked, seeing her friend still in a stupor long after she had rallied herself.

"Yeah, she gets like this sometimes." Jamie told her calmly, stroking Paige's hair softly. "I think beyond the sex, it's like stress relief. She can just relax for a while."

Whatever worries Elouise had about this guy before were alleviated seeing this. There was no mistaking that he cared for her, and while his place was a bit of a dump, Paige seemed at home here. It was quite something to have been allowed just a sample of the intimacy they shared, and Elouise liked the version Paige was when with him - even if she was a little more flighty. When the redhead raised her gaze upwards, smiling and quickly regaining her energy, they waited for shame to set in, but none came.

Fetching a small towel from the bathroom for Jamie to wash his dick with warm water, Paige cleaned up herself with a quick shower, then they all returned to standing naked in the living room.

"Now what?" Elouise tittered, clutching her elbows. It had taken courage to ask to come here, but she had used all she had. "We've got another test in a few weeks, wanna head to the library?"

"Uh, Jamie and I have plans tonight." Paige responded, keeping things deliberately vague, though some messages she had received from Naomi meant she wasn't sure herself what tonight had in store. She had seen they were at Jamie's from the shared locations, and was waiting for them to finish. "Plus, I feel pretty prepared for the scene study. I think I might cool it on the revision. Maybe we can compare notes next week?"

While this was an unrecognisable version of her friend, Elouise nodded delightedly. A little less tension was decidedly better than Paige's usual reaction to an upcoming assessment.

Putting her underwear back on and her jeans, Elouise decided to have a quiet night in with her vibrator, confirming Jamie would be able to drop her home.

"This was great." Paige told her, stroking along Elouise's arm, planting a small kiss on her shoulder.

- Chapter 25 -

When Paige and Jamie got back to Naomi's place, Zalika was still in the living room taking calls. She acknowledged them as they entered, Paige dropping a bag of yet more clothes in the guest room. Naomi was in the kitchen, still sweaty from a workout in the same light grey matching set from earlier. The trio stood together, colluding.

"I thought she would leave after earlier." Jamie whispered, his eyes fixed on Zalika.

"Me too." Naomi replied at normal volume, between gulps of water. "But I guess there's no point delaying things, she's going to need another fix sometime early tomorrow. Might as well get it all out in the open."

They were all in agreement on that. To that end, they made quick arrangements for the evening. At hearing the news Paige's exam went swimmingly, Naomi insisted on buying pizza to celebrate. She made an order big and varied enough for all of them, then jumped in the shower. Paige insisted on cleaning up the guest room a bit, changing the sheets and making him go through the chaotic mess of clothes he had washed earlier and separating them. His clothes were easy to spot, but telling the difference between Paige and Naomi's underwear took a bit more effort. In the end, Naomi's were always the more expensive set with the larger cup size.

When she was finished with her shower, Naomi put her green gown back on, content in only that garment as she continued around the house responding to message after message, and sending occasional voice notes.

Soon Zalika had finished her calls for the evening, in time for the ring of the bell for the pizza delivery. They sat around the table, eating wordlessly, waiting to see who would crack first.

"Look, none of us exactly opted into this." Zalika started, without a hint of nervousness, clearly dealing with conflict was something she was used to. "This addiction has been pretty disruptive and I haven't found it easy. I know you all feel the same, but it's not all bad. I really like each of you, and I'm glad to be getting to know you. Some of the things I've experienced over the last few days, I've never felt anything like them and even with the worst of it, we know an antidote is coming."

They nodded along, curious to see where this was going.

"That's not how it is for Riley." Zalika went on, not touching the food but sipping at some white wine. "I won't share any details or anything, but she's not had it easy in life. She lived with some very controlling people, and they aren't in her life anymore for good reason. So however difficult it is for us to be powerless, or to deal with addiction, you can bet it's ten times harder for Riley."

"She's not a large imposing person, but Jamie you know how she is - she finds her own way to stay on top. Power play is a kink for her, but it's also a crutch. That's why we work, I get to have a few moments of my day where I don't have to think or make decisions, no strings attached, and she gets to feel more in control than ever." Zalika stressed, moving her gaze between her audience as she spoke. If this was practiced in advance, it certainly didn't feel that way, but it was delivered flawlessly. "So yeah, when she told me to keep her secret, and demanded to eat my ass every night, I did it. For the same reason as always, she got what she needed, and I get to live out a submissive fantasy - I don't think that really was hurting anyone, but I'm sorry for lying to you all about it. It wasn't really my place to tell you."

It was clear enough that this was the end of her pitch, but Zalika leaned forward to take a slice of pizza as if to confirm it.

"Thanks for getting a vegetarian one by the way." She added, despite the fact no-one had known of her dietary preferences when ordering.

Naomi responded, apologising for how she went about sharing her suspicions, and having let a shitty day get to her. After some exercise and a long shower, she realised that it would probably be best for her to heed Jamie's advice and take time off work for a while until they got the antidote.

While she still was no fan of the guy's lifestyle, he did have a point that there was enough going on right now without extra commitments. Naomi was ahead on her sales targets and could afford a little time away.

Before either Paige or Jamie could interject, Jamie's phone pinged with a notification sound none of them had heard before. It was more akin to a short siren than a text notification. Paige was closest to where it had been left in the kitchen so went to fetch it, announcing the antidote was ready to be delivered tomorrow. She felt comfortable enough with Jamie now to simply open the app and respond on his behalf, especially as, after providing a delivery address there were several pages of instructions and diagrams to read.

With a pizza slice still in her spare hand, Paige lost all appetite reading the instructions over, returning to the table and placing both her food and the phone down.

"It seems bad, what is it?" Jamie enquired, studying her reaction.

"Okay so the antidote will be delivered first thing tomorrow, I requested it to come here instead of Jamie's." Paige began, her eyes never leaving the floor. "But it will be a while before it works, and it has to be administered the same way we got the original addiction: through bodily fluids."

"Please tell me you're joking." Naomi uttered, cutting a swig of her wine short.

"This one is designed for women though, so one of us has to take it." Paige continued, looking to each of them in turn, adopting Zalika's methodology, recognising good delivery from her theatre training. "There are several doses and no guarantee how long it will take to start working, but apparently we'll know because the subject will get a 'Nummular Headache' that affects a small 2-6cm diameter area by the left temple."

"I get that!" Jamie exclaimed, pointing to the part of his head where it occasionally hurt. "With the drug, when it's been a long time since I've cum that's where it starts to hurt. I never realised before that it's smaller and more specific than a normal headache."

"So we just need to pick one of us to take the pills, and wait until they get the symptoms." Zalika repeated back, realising that when whichever of the women was ready, they would all need to sample their juices.

"It says it will take multiple doses of the fluids close together, and it suggests continuing with Jamie too, so you can tell the difference when his cum doesn't have that same aftereffect it normally does." Paige read on, paraphrasing and flicking back to the relevant page in the digital instructions to confirm. "Once it works, we can't be re-addicted."

It was a lot of information to digest, so after a few moments Zalika summarised it again to ensure they understood. Effectively one of the women needed to take the antidote, and once ready they would all need to ingest the chosen woman's juices over and over, while getting doses from Jamie to see when they were cured.

"Presumably, the woman with the antidote needs to taste themselves then?" Zalika checked.

"Yes, yeah it has something about that here. That's right." Paige confirmed, reading on to say that the antidote is very concentrated in the bodily fluids and there is no way to overdose, so any amount should be fine as long as it is ingested orally.

"What about my headaches? And all the other stuff that affects me?" Jamie asked, worried about how he would get by without the girls to see to him regularly.

"Well you're only still taking the pills for us. Once we're cured you can just stop taking them." Naomi stated, reminding him that he too could be rid of his symptoms.

Jamie nodded, though was concerned about the interim while the drug was still wearing off and the girls each went back to their normal lives. Paige placed her hand on his thigh, a reassuring look suggesting she would be there to assist throughout.

Heavy as it was, it was comforting to know the next steps and that it would soon be over. One by one their appetites returned, until almost all of the pizza was devoured. Wine was also drunk copiously, though little was said. Clearly they needed to select which of the women was to take the antidote and act as the distributor for the rest of them. Zalika considered holding a vote, as she distinctly disliked the idea of offering to be sampled over and over to treat the group. Naomi seemed more open to that sort of sharing of her body, ravishing as she was.

"I'll take it." Paige volunteered, trying not to sound too excited about it. Over the last few days she had been unable to contain her attraction to these and other beautiful women around her; this gave her a chance to face her fantasies head on.

"Are you sure hun, we can..." Naomi began.

"It's okay. I'm not scared." Paige reassured her, patting her on the hand.

"That settles it then." Announced Naomi, sitting back with a full stomach and looking resolutely at Zalika, saying, "But one thing's for certain: Your friend Riley won't be able to hide anymore."

- Chapter 26 -

Calling Riley from the balcony, Zalika once again employed her conflict management techniques to deliver the news, while the other three looked on from inside. She was animated and yet calm in her gesticulations, taking time to listen, then continuing on like a practiced politician. Even with all that, Riley still hung up. When she came back inside, she wasn't sure when or even if Riley would be coming by, but she had the address and was added to the group chat.

Zalika resigned herself to needing to take some time off, though she was going to continue on until the last minute. She messaged her colleagues to tell them she had something contagious and so would be working remotely, and may need to drop for a few days. They were understanding enough.

She drove back to her place, enjoying the peace and quiet. Though she had a driver for getting into the office, she didn't use it every day. She enjoyed driving, but having someone else do it was welcome when she had a hangover or expected to be out drinking with clients after work. Today, she sped through town with the top down, her hair still tightly held in a bun, coming screeching into her driveway.

Inside Zalika put all the clothes she was wearing and from her car in the laundry hamper, then packed a new bag. Ditching her workwear, she instead packed comfier clothes, including pajamas, but still in her belly was that yearning to be fucked. Looking down to the contents of her bag, it didn't feel sufficient. She grabbed her vibrator from beside the bed and tossed it inside, carrying it along to the boudoir in the back of the house.

There she fetched some more appealing underwear sets, including a few strappy numbers and a pair of fishnets. She hesitated as she lifted a collar from its hook, eyeing the black leather paddle beside it.

"Yes, that's a good girl. Definitely bring that." Came a familiar voice behind her, turning to see Riley by the doorway leaning against the wall. Her hair was down, brushing her shoulders as she moved forward. In thick black laced boots reaching mid-calf, tight grey jeans and a black v-neck tee, it was hard to see her in the dim light.

Insisting on the pair of them only being allowed one dose from Jamie a day, Riley was pissed to have heard Zalika had done otherwise, but was herself struggling by this point in the day.

"I can bring your gear too if you want." Zalika offered, but received a sharp shake of the head in response.

"I'm not coming with you to your little friend's pink party sex den."

Despite her disdain, Riley took a reel of rope and a leash from the shelves and approached Zalika, tossing it in the bag. Zalika set it down, freeing her to take Riley's small white face in both hands. There was no denying her need, her bloodshot eyes worse than ever.

The closest she got to reciprocation was Riley reaching down to loosen Zalika's flared slacks, dropping them to a heap on the floor and then fiddling with the waistband of her panties.

"I've not got anything for you today, I told you. You need to come back with me." Zalika reminded her calmly.

"I know, I know." Riley seethed, more at Jamie and the rest of them than her Zalika, "I just want to make you feel good. I can't do it in the mornings anymore, with the withdrawal."

It was true, while the symptoms came steadily on the longer Zalika went without a dose from Jamie, the first effect seemed to be losing the ability to finish. It was so cruel, as the next symptom was an unending arousal that spiked easily at the slightest provocation. Riley had given up yesterday morning, though the two of them were unbelievably horny. Now she was intent on finishing the job, untying a rope from the wall and grabbing the two cuffs that dropped down from the ceiling. Zalika smiled, offering out her arms for Riley who took the collar, tossing it in the bag before affixing the cuffs on chains tightly to each wrist. Riley kicked a lever by the floor and watched as a mechanism above carried her lover gently upward, until her heels dangled a few feet from the floor. She kicked off her shoes and the clothes fell with it, leaving only her top half covered.

She was at the perfect height for Riley to devour her pussy, and she set right to work. Watching her paramour wriggling as she was brought quickly to orgasm was about as close to getting off herself as she could imagine, so she savoured it, going over and over until Zalika grew sensitive, and continuing anyway. She was usually able to pry one more final painful climax from her, that stung as it erupted, and today was no exception. With every lick she kept hoping for that tingling on her tongue as Jamie's cum took effect, but she knew it wasn't there. Usually she could sense it in the air, emanating from her lover.

Lost in thought, Riley didn't stop even after Zalika yelled their safewords, having to give her a prod with her knees, and holding her there with an outstretched leg on her shoulder.

"Shit, shit sorry." Riley apologised, shaking her head as if trying to rid water from her scalp. Her head was pounding.

"It's alright, it's fine." Zalika repeated, dangling from the chains above as juices trickled down her dark skin. There was pity in her eyes. "Come back with me, you'll feel better I promise."

Riley shook her head again, moving to the side and kicking the lever the opposite way, bringing Zalika gently back to her feet.

"I can make it however you want. I'll tie him to a chair or something." Zalika went on, just about able to get one wrist free, Riley approached to help her free of the second. "I'll bring a gag and everything."

"No Zee, I'm not coming." Riley told her, firm without being loud, taking a seat on a cushioned chest. "It's just withdrawal, I can kick it. It's not the first time I've been hooked on something."

"This isn't like other drugs Riley. A doctor isn't going to know how to manage these symptoms, or safely reduce your dependency." She said, coming to sit beside Riley, who faced away from her as she spoke. "We don't know what will happen without regular doses, and you can get clean with the antidote. That's what I'm doing, and Riley I can't help you like I was before."

Riley knew all this, but nothing in all of Zalika's logic could make her okay with any of this arrangement. Least of all having to service a whole second stranger, and operate by their rules to be rid of this incessant need. She was damned either way, neither option allowed her freedom.

"Come in the car with me now on the drive. Just to talk." Zalika continued her appeal, taking the girl's small hand in hers. "Just you and him, I'll get him to come down. I'll do whatever you want, I'll wear whatever you want, just come with me."

With all the chatter in her head, she couldn't be certain how many times Zalika repeated her pleas before she gave a small nod, and was ushered out to the car.