Bail!

You don’t need to be here. And you saw the paint and paintbrushes in the corner of the room. They are going to do the Pumpkin Queen video after this. You especially don’t want to see that. It’s so demeaning. If there’s an upside to nobody ever noticing you, this is it. You can get away from things that you don’t like. Most of the time.

You sneak out and go back upstairs. You just need to hide in your room. Lotte is downstairs participating, but when she’s done maybe she’ll come to see you. You can get back to your original plan, and you are glad that you went down there in the first place. Now the officers can’t try to say that you don’t participate. You were there!

You hear a noise from above and look up. Gosh. Is there an animal in the attic or something?

You go back into your room to find that it’s not empty.

Riona is on your bed, lying on her back, idly kicking her feet in the air while she looks at her phone. The busty, red-haired girl wears a big t-shirt with the Free Gurls logo on it, but it’s ridden up, exposing her freckled tummy and green, faux-satin hipster panties. She is rocking some serious camel toe, and bright, red pubes are evident.

Beside her is a strap-on, just sitting on your bed.

What the fuck.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, stunned.

“I don’t want to fucking haze tonight,” Riona says with a yawn. Oh.

“Why did you bring that in here?” you demand, pointing at the strap-on. “Didn’t I see you literally two minutes ago down there?”

She rolls her eyes. “We had to bring them for the fucking hazing.”

Strap-ons? You look down at the floor. What are they doing down there? No. It’s better for your anxiety if you don’t know. This way, you can keep telling yourself that your initiation won’t be anything too bad.

“But why here?” you ask, baffled.

Riona glances at you. “Last place anyone would ever look for me.”

That… might be true. Riona is the opposite of you in every way. But she’s one of the most flamboyantly slutty girls in the whole house.

“Why aren’t you doing it?” you ask her, indicating the strap-on again. “Don’t you like this stuff?”

“I like getting it, not wearing it,” she says, going back to her phone. Jeez… she says things like that so casually. You can’t help but laugh.

“OK, well you can’t stay. Lotte’s coming over.”

“Oh, that’s why you have no pants on,” Riona says, glancing at your bare thighs. You tug down on your shirt to hide your underwear, blushing.

“You aren’t wearing any either!” you accuse.

“You’re a little prude, I’m the one who gets fucked by football dykes every night,” she replies, spreading her legs to make her point. “We aren’t the same.”

Gosh. She is a lot.

“Better loan her some mouthwash,” Riona adds.

“What?”

“Lotte. You know she was sitting on Cynthia’s face like…” Riona looks over at you. “Less than an hour ago.”

You recall seeing Riona in the hall with Cynthia. You even heard noises from through the wall. Could that have been Lotte’s voice?

“How do you know that?”

“You think I don’t know how Lotte sounds when she cums?” Riona snorts and brushes her curly hair out of her eyes.

It hurts more than it should. You sit down in the chair by your desk. You knew something was off about the way that Lotte said that she would come by. There was… something.

Riona frowns at you. “Do you really like her?”

“Oh my god,” you say, annoyed. You wipe your eyes and glare at her. “She’s pretty, OK?”

“Not on the inside,” Riona mutters, coming up on one elbow to look at you. “Well, she teases everyone. Don’t take it personally.”

“I’m not!” you wail. It’s a lie. You’re hurt. You didn’t really have your hopes up, but you kind of did a little bit. You had pictured yourself with a gorgeous, European girlfriend. Introducing her to people. Going on real dates and stuff…

You sniffle.

“Oh dear,” Riona says, looking halfway serious. She lets out a long sigh and puts her phone down, getting off the bed and coming over to you. She pulls your face into her warm, generous bosom. “All right, Sally. Let Auntie Riona comfort you.”

Let her?

Don’t let her?