Giving Narcissism a Whole New Meaning

There was so much going on, your addled mind started to actually develop a headache. Clair's brain was already all over the place, but now two people were sharing it, plus this weird dizziness you felt.

Clair is a cheating hypocrit!

I need to help Brian!

I look so fucking hot, and I need a hot dicking after my session yesterday!

The thought of it made the space between your legs even damper! Wait..

Yesterday...

Yout legs parted slightly enough that you didn't tear the dress.

Jean...

You thought as the dampness turned to a wet trickle down your leg. You smiled softly as you realized what needed to be done. A way to fix all the problems perfectly! You were impressed with your own genius!

Looking back down at your phone, you accessed the camera app. Lifting the hem of your dress up allowed you to spread them nice and wide. You exposed your wet sex and stuck a finger in with your free hand. You couldn't hold back the moan of pleasure that escaped. There was a Click as the camera flashed and yoh took a scandalous selfie.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

In minutes you had almost a dozen photos in various poses. By pleasuring yourself you focused Clair's frazzled mind and quieted it. Once you were content, you'd find an app and order a ride to Clair's house. Thankfully, ride share apps were more active around this time. Plus, you didn't care about her money anymore. With that done, you'd finally open her texts up, and start typing in a new number. Jean's number.

Hey there, cutie. Your Mom gave me your number. You ever see a woman like this before?

You sent before proceeding to send every sexy picture you had just taken to him. You felt resistance, but you were too drunk to stop yourselves. You sighed as you put your phone away and fixed your dress. Now how were you going to get past your date without notice? You put a hand to your chin to think, but jolted as you heard the restroom door open. A woman was humming, and a malicious grin formed on your face.

Outside of the stall, a buxom redhead had walked in wearing a cute orange cocktail dress. Comfortable but still revealing enough to keep the boys guessing. Her flaming hair was tied in a ponytail by a yellow scrunchie. She hummed as she was applying fresh lipstick. She was giddy that her date was going so well. After she glanced away from the mirror to put her makeup back, she looked up again to find me standing behind her with a wide smile.

"I love your dress."

"Uh...hank y- MMMMF!" She began confused before giving muffled shrieks as you clamped your hand over her mouth and dragged her into the stall with you!