Bruce or Dom

If Duke was the man in charge then videogame logic dictated that he would have to be saved until last, and Trey could be occupying any number of girl's bedrooms anywhere in town. That left Bruce or Dom as the only two targets that she could even semi-reliably track down, and fortunately for her they both occupied the same place. The DKM house. She might not know exactly where, but she was sure there would be someone there she could ask. Plunging straight into the lion's den might seem like an easy way to get 12 inches of dick and three letters of blue, but her day at the beach yesterday had given Felicia an idea.

With a marker, a mirror, and some awkward positioning, Felicia managed to apply her disguise first thing in the morning. Giving her handiwork one last look Felicia adjusted the straps of her skimpiest bikini (one that still looked modest compared to Beth's, but it at least showed some more ass than Felicia normally would), and stepped out her bedroom door. "Hey guys! What do you think?" She asked, marching into the kitchen populated by her sisters and spinning around to point her ass at them. The three letters, DKM, adorned her ass, now making her match her siblings.

"Yay! Felicia can't make fun of us anymore!" Beth exclaims, raising her fists in triumph. "What happened sis? Did he climb through the window?" Lisa asked, sipping her orange juice to suppress a smirk. "No Lisa, he did not, and no Beth, I still intend to make fun of you," Felicia corrected her siblings. "This isn't a mark of shame, this is my disguise." As she spoke she shook her ass briefly in front of them, like she was making fun of them. "Disguise? So the Liberatrix is going undercover?" Sarah asked as Felicia took up her own seat.

"Yup, I figure looking like just another slut would be my best bet if I'm going into the DKM frat house," Felicia shrugged. "You're going to their house?" Lisa asked, her eyes going wide. "Can we come?" Beth added, before quickly looking down to her cereal and blushing when all her sisters turned to stare at her. "Like, just for your protection or something, I mean," she muttered, shamefully stirring her spoon while her ears turned red. “I won’t need protection, besides, I work alone,” Felicia said, making her voice as gravelly as she could.

"Okay, well when you're done working alone do you want to meet up for lunch?" Sarah stirred her coffee sassily as she spoke. "Ooh yeah, can we try that little Caribbean place we saw near the beach?" Felicia's "cool guy" façade broke immediately as she started thinking about roast sweet potatoes. "Forget about lunch, you're going to the DKM house?" Lisa practically yelled. "Of course, where else am I supposed to start if I want to get **** for you three?" Felicia replied nonchalantly with a mouthful of toast.

"What if they recognize you?" Lisa asked with concern. "They won't," Felicia answered simply, although her mind raced at the possibility. If they recognized her they might catch her, drag her to the basement and tie her down, use her like their own personal fuck doll, **** her to **** on fat cocks like Fen's and that guy from the changing room all while two other men battered her poor pussy and asshole. Or they might just ask her to leave. "There's no chance they could recognize me," Felicia expanded on her answer. "The only guy who knows my face is Fen, and I doubt he would want to explain to his boys why he knows me so well."

"So while you're doing your secret agent/heroine thing, is it cool if we just go to the beach again." Sarah asked, clearly uninterested in the Liberatrix's career. "Well actually I've got very important roles for all of you," Felicia responded, laughing as her sister's shoulders slumped. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding," she reassured them as they all breathed a sigh of relief. "You guys have fun, The Liberatrix has got this." With that, the girls broke up to prepare for their days. Their routines were mostly similar, applying sunscreen and packing their beach bags, but where Sarah, Lisa, and Beth packed books and sunglasses, Felicia packed a strap-on, handcuffs and the cape of the Liberatrix.

"Save me a spot at lunch," she had told them, trying to portray a confidence that she did not truly feel. Being spotted and called out as an infiltrator was only one of Felicia's concerns. She was more worried about spending a whole day trapped in the (presumably unpleasant) confines of the DKM frat and achieving nothing. All she had to go on was names and social media posts. While she might have known the address her targets lived at she didn't know what room they slept in or their routine. Worse than that, she had no idea what she was going to do even if she got there. To her "vengeance" had been a vague concept, one that she hadn't considered how to achieve until she was already walking towards her destiny.

Thoughts about what she was actually marching towards whirled around her head as she went. The journey to the DKM frat from their holiday home was disconcertingly short, and with every step Felicia felt her stomach turning in knots. Walking down the street as casually as she could the three story frat house seemed to stare down at her, as if it knew she was coming. Turning the corner to look in the front yard, she felt all her fears about being spotted or "found out" dissipate. There was no security, no one on watch, just young people milling happily about.

With no one even paying her a second glance Felicia followed behind a small gaggle of three girls through a gate on the side of the house and into the backyard. There, despite it being early morning by college student time (10:30am), she saw over a dozen girls in bikinis lounging in and around the pool while less than half that number of DKM guys lazily played at seducing them. The background music for the whole scene was the sounds of a successful seduction, the percussion of bodies slapping and the rising crescendo of a girl's moans echoing from one of the open bedroom windows. The lewdness of it made Felicia blush, but no one else paid it any attention. "It must happen around here a lot," she thinks, as she awkwardly perches on a sunbed to survey her surroundings.

The blue tiled pool in the center of the yard stretched close enough to both houses at it's ends that one could jump form the roof into it, a stunt that Felicia was sure had been drunkenly achieved more than once. The whole thing was mostly ringed with sunbeds and deck chairs, apart from one section midway along the pool on the left, which had a small tiki-style bar. That had it's own collection of barstools surrounding it and a few tables and chairs in the shade of it's palm-thatch awning. A handful of people resided under that shaded roof, a few girls relaxing on chairs, a few boys struggling through hangovers, and a mixed couple with a girl sitting on a boy's knee. Close to Felicia, lounging on sunbeds, were the three girls she had followed in, who had quickly made themselves comfortable as if they came here often.

If they did come here often, then they may make good sources for information. Steeling herself, Felicia picked herself up from her sunbed and approached them. "Hey, erm, excuse me," Felicia interrupted their chatter as politely as she could. "I was looking for a guy and I was wondering if you might know where he is?" Felicia clutched her bag tightly as she asked, feeling surprisingly **** despite being at least 10 years senior to these girls. "We're all looking for a guy, that's why we're here!" The brunette on the far bed joked, making the black girl in the middle laugh.

The three of them were all unnervingly pretty, with perfect swimsuit calendar bodies that reminded Felicia of the cheerleaders who intimidated her when she was back in high school. "Ignore them," the blonde closest to her laughed, flashing Felicia with a dazzlingly white smile. "Who are you looking for? Are you, like, their older sister or something?" She asked, her cluelessness making Felicia squeeze her bag even harder.

"Not quite," Felicia sighed, turning around to show them her mark with genuine shame. The sound of the three of them laughing didn't help. When she turned around blushing, however, the three of them didn't mock her like she had feared. "Girl, me too," the girl in the middle rolled on her stomach, showing off her own blue lines that were slightly harder to see on her dark skin. "Yeah, you're definitely not the only one with ink like that here," the blonde added, rolling on her side to show off her own cute booty with a matching stamp.

"So are you here to get laid or here to get angry?" The brunette asked. "I'll figure that out when I find him," Felicia answered, making them laugh again without feeling embarrassed this time. "Good attitude sis," the blonde smiled. "Who is it, specifically, you're looking for?"

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