Day Two/Scrubbing Bubbles

"What's this?" Becky glances at the gray wire-rim brush in her hand.

"You're doing bathrooms today." Christina is nonchalant. "Hope you brought gloves."

Becky glances at her virgin-or not so virgin--hands.

"Is it just me?" She looks at her master.

"Three bedrooms, three baths, chica." Christina sneers.

"But we'll be done in five minutes!"

Christina glares at her.

"That's why I decided to make it interesting. Dani, Evie get in here!"

The women drag their bodies into the room. They rub the dark bags under their bloodshot eyes. Dani in particular looks drained. She stumbles into the room, making no effort to hide her tiredness. Yet Christina doesn't seem to care.

"Drop trow, chicas. You too, Becky."

The blonde reluctantly climbs out of her jeans and underwear, blushing at her own nakedness.

She hands them each a padlocked, turnkey chastity belt, furnished to look like something out of the 9th Century. Christina dangles the keys in front of them, Tantalus-like.

"Put them on." She commands them.

The girls comply without fanfare. The metal irritates Becky's skin. She grimaces at the tell-tale click as Christina locks her inside. As she cranes her head, she notices Evie is taking it in stride. Yet Dani seems to struggle with hers. Evie helps her into it graciously. Dani doesn't bother to thank her.

"What is this all about?"

"I like to think of it as a competition of sorts, chicas. You girls like to fashion yourselves as pop-tarts, so I wanted to see how long you'd last until you needed your fill. You'll find the keys hanging on your bathroom doors. Whoever survives the longest without taking them off is the winner."

"This should be easy." Becky gloats.

"Don't be too sure." Christina flashes a shit eating grin. "Open the hatch."
They pry their lips open just so, allowing Christina to drop a multi-colored array of pills down their throats. They swallow obediently. Their languidness goes away quickly, giving them a burst of energy. Dani becomes alert,

"Amyl Nitrate." She observes their bemused reaction. "The party **** all the cool kids use. But you know something about that, don't you?"

Evie glowers at her.

"What is this, some sick joke?"

"Right on the money, young lady. I know how much you can't resist getting your hands on each other. So I thought I would up the ante."

"You're demented."

"Now get to work. Not that I think you'd be successful at it."

The women split up, taking up positions in their assigned quarters. As Becky begins scrubbing the faucet, she fights off the urge to explore herself. I can't let them see me as weak she tells herself as grinds the washcloth into the tile, rubbing her knuckles against the hard surface. She works her way up towards the tub, getting on her hands and knees.

Yet as the affects of the **** set in, her thoughts drift towards more unseemly things. She fantasizes about a threesome between herself, Evie and Dani. With each passing minute, her mound becomes moister...and her endurance decreases.
She "taps out" fetching the key over the door and releasing herself from her burden.

Dani struggles with the same dilemma down the hall. She tries to contact on the business at hand, yet her hands keep wondering, teasing her breasts and nipples. Not wanting to be overheard, she suppresses a moan of pleasure. Yet she too cannot resist. She bows out of the game, barely five minutes into it.

Surprisingly, it is Evie--the queen of the sluts at Christina's HS--that seems to hold out the longest. Whether by coincidence or a refined sense of self-control, she manages to complete most of her assignments, but not without caving in to desires of her own. As she lies against the wall, drooling from the side of her mouth as she pleases herself, she barely makes out the figure walking into the room.

"Good job, Chica." Christina grins. "Who knew you had it in you?"

Evie does not respond.

"Take five. I got an a special assignment for you that I think you'd like. That is, if you're up to it."

"Ugggh..."

"Good. Don't disappoint me."