Busted?

"I hate to interrupt, girls, but I think I see something that doesn't belong to you," Cathy says.

"Don't stop, Ellen, don't stop!" Amy cries.

As you listen from under Ellen's bed, you hear the quick squish-squish-squish of Ellen wielding her own dildo for Amy's pleasure, and to distract Cathy from noticing you.

"Perhaps we should handle this privately," Cathy says.

She steps in and closes the door. "One pair of men's size eleven shoes, still warm?"

Busted!

Ellen's hand stops moving.

"Oh, don't stop on my account," Cathy said. "Have fun, girls, because those shoes aren't the only things that don't belong to you. As soon as we flush Mister Booty Call, your asses are mine," she hisses.

You wonder what the best way to defend your honor and Ellen's in this situation. Ellen has a fourth-floor dorm, so jumping out the window would be more tragedy than farce. Maybe if there were some way of getting the shoes out the window, as long as you don't get caught?

"Get out of my room you perverted bitch!" Ellen shrieks.

"You'll be sorry for that, Ellen," Cathy says.

The mattress shifts as Amy sits up. "Care to show us your warrant, Swanson? Huh?" she asks. Her weight shifts again.

You peek out the corner of the coverlet, wondering what's going on. You find yourself looking up at Cathy from the side. She's a tall blonde wearing penny loafers, cuffed tan slacks and a button-down white oxford shirt. Cathy has her hands on her hips as she stands next to the bed, with one toe touching your shoes.

Amy continues, "Then maybe you were just looking for a bit of this!"

Amy's long, freckled arm swipes the dildo round in an arc, smearing Ellen and Amy's juices under Cathy's nose.

Cathy squeals with anger. She spreads her arms and balls her fists.