Group Interview

Becca lowered herself onto your face, her thighs pressing against your cheeks as she gripped your hair for balance. The heat of her arousal was overwhelming, and without hesitation, you buried your tongue into her, moving eagerly, **** to keep up with the demands she was making of you.

"Oh fuck...," Becca gasped, her body jolting at the first touch of your tongue. "Yes, just like that... more!" Her hips bucked against your mouth, and you held on, using your hands to keep her steady while you continued to lick and tease her, doing everything you could to drive her wild.

Becca’s moans filled the room, each one louder than the last, echoing off the walls. "Oh my god! Fuck! Yes!" She was practically riding your face now, her movements erratic and **** as her pleasure built. You could barely breathe under her weight, but the rush of excitement and arousal coursing through your body kept you going.

"Don't stop! Oh god, don't fucking stop!" she whimpered, her voice breaking as she rocked her hips harder against your mouth. Her fingers tightened in your hair, pulling you deeper into her as she ground herself against your tongue. Her skin was slick with sweat, and every time you hit a sensitive spot, she let out another loud, uncontrolled moan.

Michelle, adjusting her clothes, gave you one last glance before she headed for the door. "I’m going downstairs to deal with this mess," she said casually, like she hadn’t just offered you up as a toy for Becca’s pleasure. "Keep her happy," she added, smirking, before walking out and leaving the door ajar.

Becca’s grip tightened as she leaned forward, the angle of her hips shifting as her body trembled. "Fuck, yes! Right there... oh fuck, right there!" she panted, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. You could feel her thighs trembling against your face, and the pressure building inside her was almost palpable.

You kept moving, focusing on the rhythm of her body, your tongue flicking and swirling in time with her **** movements. Her moans grew louder, more frantic. "I'm gonna cum... fuck, I'm so close!" she cried out, her voice shaking as she lost control.

The sound of her pleasure was intoxicating, and the way she completely gave herself over to you only spurred you on. Your hands moved up her body, gripping her hips tighter as you sucked and licked, pushing her closer to the edge.

Suddenly, her entire body went rigid, her back arching as her thighs clamped down around your head. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she screamed, her voice almost hoarse as she reached her peak. You felt a rush of warmth and wetness against your face as she came, her body trembling with the intensity of the orgasm. Becca’s breath came in heavy gasps, her hips grinding against your mouth as she rode out the wave of pleasure.

And then it happened—her orgasm hit a point so intense that a sudden gush of liquid squirted out, soaking your face and the bed beneath you. "Oh my god!" she gasped, her voice high and breathless as her body shook with aftershocks.

Becca slumped forward, her body going limp as she caught her breath, still trembling from the **** of her release. She stayed like that for a few moments, her breath heavy, her body sagging against yours.

Finally, she lifted herself off of you, her face flushed and dazed, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looked down at the mess she'd made of you. "Fuck... that was amazing," she panted, wiping a hand through her hair. "You're really good at that."

You lay there, dazed, your face wet and sticky, your body still buzzing with adrenaline. But Becca didn’t seem to care about your state; she was still floating on the high of her orgasm, smiling lazily as she stood up and fixed her clothes.

The taste of her still lingered on your lips, and despite everything, you felt a surge of pride—Aphrodite might’ve cursed you, but you’d more than proven yourself in this moment.

Becca, still panting and flushed from her orgasm, stumbled slightly as she tried to regain her balance, fixing her skirt as she looked down at you with a drunken smile. "Wow," she slurred, wiping her brow. "Who the hell are you, and where did you learn how to do that?" Her eyes were glassy with intoxication, but there was a spark of curiosity in them.

You swallowed, still catching your breath as the aftertaste of her lingered on your lips. Becca’s grin widened as she knelt back down, cupping your chin with surprising gentleness. "I don’t even know your name... but damn, girl, you got some skills. I haven’t cum like that in ages."

You **** a smile, your mind reeling. Becca had no idea who you really were—who he really was under this cursed persona of Luna. The duality of it hit you like a truck, but you couldn’t focus on that right now. Instead, you let Luna guide your reactions. "Thanks," you managed to reply, feeling the blush creep onto your cheeks. "Glad I could... help."

Becca giggled, her hand trailing over your chest as she stood, teetering slightly on her feet before she turned back toward the bed. "You know what?" she mused, her grin turning mischievous. "I’m not done with you yet." Before you could respond, she straddled you again, this time facing the other way, giving you a full view of her jiggling ass as she lowered herself down onto your face.

Her thighs clenched around your head as she adjusted herself, giving you **** but to dive back in. The heat and wetness between her legs were overwhelming, and the intoxicating scent of her arousal hit you once more. You could hardly believe this was happening. Underneath it all, you were still you—Lucas—and yet, here you were, a woman in every sense of the word, with Becca using your face like a toy.

Becca moaned as you started licking again, her hips already moving in rhythm with your mouth. "Fuck, yes... you’re so good at this," she panted, her voice thick with pleasure. You let out a soft grunt, your hands finding her ass, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. It was surreal—eating out this sorority girl who didn’t even know who you really were. The feel of her skin under your palms, the way her hips swayed and ground into your face—it was maddening.

Suddenly, you gave her a playful spank, and Becca let out a surprised squeal. "Oh my god, naughty girl... do that again!" she whimpered, her ass jiggling with the impact. You complied, giving her another sharp smack, feeling the control slip through your fingers as Luna reveled in the moment.

Her moans filled the room again, her movements growing more frantic as she rode your face harder. "Yes! Fuck yes!" she cried out, her voice shaking with arousal. You licked faster, your hands gripping her hips as you guided her rhythm, the slaps of your hand echoing with her wild moans. She was lost in the moment, and so were you.

And then, you heard it.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door.

Your heart raced as the door creaked open. With Becca’s body blocking your view, you couldn’t see who it was, but you could feel the sudden tension in the room. Was it Michelle? You prayed it was, but there was no way to know for sure.

Becca didn’t stop, oblivious to the fact that someone had entered. She just kept grinding against your face, lost in her own pleasure. "Mmmm, fuck, I’m so close... don’t stop!" she whimpered, clearly too drunk to care about the intruder.

You tried to keep going, but the anticipation of who had just walked in made your heart pound. You couldn’t see them. Couldn’t tell if they were watching, or if they were about to say something.

Becca’s hips grinded against your face, her movements frantic, ****, and you were completely immersed in the task at hand. Your tongue flicked over her clit in rapid, precise strokes, then dipped down to tease her entrance, circling and pressing just enough to make her moan louder. You could feel every tremor in her body, the way her thighs clenched around your head, signaling she was already close again. The way your lips sealed around her sensitive flesh, the careful rhythm you kept—it wasn’t your first time eating out a girl, but damn, even you were surprising yourself with just how effective you were tonight.

Was it Aphrodite’s curse, heightening your awareness and instincts in this female form? Or maybe it was the strange blend of your masculine desire mixed with this unfamiliar feminine body. Whatever the reason, you knew exactly how to push Becca over the edge. You alternated between slow, teasing strokes and fast flicks, just enough to build her anticipation before diving back into that sweet, relentless pace that drove her wild.

"Fuck... you're... you're so good at this... oh my God!" Becca moaned out, her voice raspy and full of lust. You could feel her thighs tremble more intensely, her slickness coating your mouth, and you didn’t let up. Your hands gripped her ass, pulling her down harder onto your face, giving her just the right amount of pressure as you sucked on her clit again.

She bucked her hips, her moans becoming screams of pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Right there... don't stop!"

Footsteps echoed in the hallway, but they faded away just as quickly as they had come. It was hard to focus on anything beyond the taste of Becca, the heat of her body, the way her thighs quivered against your cheeks. Her moans were all you could hear—loud, uncontrolled, wild. Your face was drenched in her arousal, but it only made you double down, focusing on her every reaction. When her breath hitched, you flicked your tongue faster. When she groaned deeper, you pressed harder, slipping two fingers inside her as you circled her clit with your tongue.

Her whole body tensed above you, and you knew she was on the brink. "Fuck, I'm cumming!" she cried, her voice breaking as she shook violently against you, hips jerking as the orgasm took over her entire body. She came hard, squirting just enough to drench your chin, and her moans echoed through the room as her orgasm seemed to stretch on and on.

Then, footsteps again—louder this time.

The door swung open.

"Becca?" It was Michelle’s voice, and there was a hint of surprise in her tone. She wasn’t alone—there was a guy with her, though his face was hidden behind Michelle as she entered the room.

But Becca, too lost in her pleasure, kept grinding against your face, even as Michelle entered. "Oh God... Michelle... we... oh, right there... fuck... yeah...*" Becca managed to say between gasps and moans, barely acknowledging the presence of her sorority sister. "Girls... were supposed to... watch the stairs..."

Michelle didn’t miss a beat, though her eyes lingered on you—your face buried between Becca's legs, your lips and chin slick with Becca’s juices. "Well, it doesn’t seem like you’re too upset about it right now," Michelle teased, clearly amused at the scene unfolding in front of her. Her eyes flicked to the guy behind her for a brief moment, a smirk tugging at her lips.

"They weren’t there... Becca panted, I... I tried..." Her breath hitched again as another wave of pleasure wracked her body. "Shit... I’m gonna... oh my God... yes..."

And just like that, Becca collapsed forward onto your chest before rolling off to the side with a heavy, satisfied sigh. She lay there, spent, panting as she lazily draped an arm over her face, too blissed out to care about anything.

You, on the other hand, were left catching your breath, trying to come back to your senses. Your face was drenched, your hair slightly damp from Becca’s release, and your whole body buzzed with a strange mix of arousal and exhaustion. You turned your head, catching sight of Michelle watching you with an amused, yet impressed expression.

"Wow," Michelle finally said, folding her arms as she leaned against the doorframe. "I gotta say, I wasn’t expecting that... but damn, girl, you really went all out." She let out a soft chuckle, shaking her head. "I’m impressed."

Her gaze lingered on you, and there was something in her eyes—a mix of curiosity and admiration—as she continued to take in the sight of you. You knew you were a mess, your makeup likely smeared, your hair disheveled, and yet, the way she looked at you, it didn’t feel judgmental. If anything, it was like she was sizing you up, like she’d just discovered something valuable she hadn’t expected.

"I’m just glad you two are having fun," she added with a smirk, her eyes trailing over your still-shaky form. "And Becca... well, she seems more than satisfied."

The atmosphere in the room shifted immediately as Michelle's playful, teasing demeanor took a sharp turn. She walked up to the guy standing by the door—a frat boy, definitely from money, judging by his clothes and attitude—and without warning, pinned him against the wall. He didn’t resist. In fact, he seemed to expect it, his eyes widening in a mix of anticipation and submission.

"Listen up," Michelle said, her voice cold and authoritative, her hands pressing into his shoulders with ****. "Your daddy's been generous, but we're upping the stakes now. Starting next month, it's two thousand. Not a penny less."

The boy's eyes darted nervously to you, lying still on the bed, before flicking back to Michelle. "B-But... I thought we had an agreement. A thousand was what—"

"Shh." Michelle's finger pressed against his lips, silencing him. "I don’t care what you thought. I’m telling you how it’s going to be. If you want to keep getting your little favors from us—like that girl over there," she tilted her head in your direction, "then you’ll make sure the money shows up. Two thousand a month. Are we clear?"

The boy swallowed hard, his face flushing as his voice quivered, "Yes, mommy."

That word. It hit you like a truck—mommy. There was history here. This wasn't new for them. Michelle had clearly established her dominance over this guy long before tonight. He practically shrank under her presence, cowering as she asserted her control with ease.

"You get plenty out of this arrangement," Michelle continued, her voice smooth but firm. "All those little 'perks' from the inner circle? Like being able to walk in here, like this..." She gestured to you with a smirk. "That doesn’t come cheap. Now, how about you show me you understand by getting your cock out, hmm?"

The boy fumbled, clearly shaken but eager to comply. "Yes, mommy," he muttered, his hands trembling as he unbuckled his belt, his pants dropping to the floor.

Michelle turned her attention to you now, her eyes gleaming with a wicked delight. "Take off your panties," she commanded, like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Let him have some fun with you."

And that was the moment when everything inside your brain screeched to a stop.

No. Your mind screamed, louder than anything. This wasn’t what you signed up for. Sure, you'd been caught up in the moment with Michelle and Becca, but the idea of this? Letting a guy fuck you? That was an entirely different territory—one you were nowhere near ready to explore, if ever. Your sexuality, even in your female persona, was still fundamentally Lucas, and the idea of sex with a guy was beyond uncomfortable. It was terrifying.

"Uh, I..." Your voice cracked as you quickly tried to think of an excuse, any excuse. "I’m... I’m ovulating."

Michelle raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed with your quick attempt at deflection. "We have condoms," she countered easily, crossing her arms like she was calling your bluff.

You panicked, scrambling for another way out. "Yeah, but... I don’t like sex with condoms," you said, cringing internally at the ridiculousness of your excuse.

Michelle clicked her tongue in irritation, narrowing her eyes at you. She wasn’t buying it, not for a second. "Fine," she said slowly, her voice turning dangerously sweet, "then how about a blowjob?"

Your stomach dropped. You’d already had enough of that for one night—first with Michelle, then Becca, and then again with Becca. The thought of putting your mouth on a guy, made you want to crawl out of your skin.

"I’ve had enough on my mouth tonight," you said, trying to keep your tone light, like you were half-joking. "I think I deserve a break, don’t you?"

For a moment, it looked like Michelle might argue, but then, to your surprise, she actually smiled—a cruel, satisfied smile that made your skin crawl. "Alright, fine," she said, stepping back from the boy. "Just a handjob then."

Relief flooded your system. You still didn’t want to do it, but at least it was better than the alternatives. You could manage that—barely. Michelle, though, seemed almost pleased by the compromise, her gaze cold and calculating.

"Good," she said, her tone far too cheerful for what was happening. "This way, the sorority gets what it wants, and he gets the bare minimum." She shot a look at the boy, who was still standing there with his pants down, looking nervous as hell.

You **** yourself to sit up on the bed, your heart pounding in your chest. You’d just talked your way out of a lot more, but now you had to give a handjob to this frat boy.

The boy, now fully erect, walked over with an awkward, almost hesitant step, clearly excited but unsure of how to navigate the scene with Michelle still commanding the room. As he got closer, you could feel the internal struggle bubbling up inside you. Behaviorally, Luna was in control—cool, calm, and collected, as if this was just another step in the game. But sexually, Lucas was in turmoil, reeling from what was happening. It was like two parts of your brain were warring with each other. One side wanted to impress, wanted to maintain composure and dominance in the situation, while the other side screamed out in discomfort, horrified at what you were doing.

Your hand reached out almost automatically, Luna taking the lead as you wrapped your fingers around his shaft, feeling the warmth and firmness of him under your touch. There was an immediate reaction—a deep, almost helpless groan from the boy as your hand moved slowly up and down his length. You **** a smile, playing the role that Luna was so skilled at embodying, but underneath, Lucas was panicking, trying to disconnect from the reality of what was happening.

As you worked him over, your hand sliding steadily up and down, Michelle stayed close, watching the whole thing unfold with that same dominant energy she always carried. She spoke up, her voice dripping with authority. "That's it, baby, stroke him good. Make sure he feels how grateful we are for his daddy’s money."

Her dirty talk was laced with control, and you found yourself grateful she was handling that part. It allowed you to focus on the mechanical aspect—the motions of your hand, the rhythm. But the whole time, your mind was divided, torn between going through the motions as Luna and the undeniable discomfort of Lucas.

The physical sensation of holding another guy’s dick in your hand was making your stomach churn, a part of you fighting against what you were doing. But at the same time, it was like your body was acting on its own—squeezing, stroking, moving rhythmically up and down. It was a strange disconnect, your mind split between the sexual discomfort of Lucas and the automatic, almost mechanical movements of Luna.

The boy was eating it up. His breathing had gotten heavier, and he couldn’t keep his eyes off of your hand, or off of your face, where he probably imagined himself finishing. His hips jerked a little with each stroke, almost as if he couldn’t help but thrust into your hand.

Michelle smirked as she leaned in closer, whispering, "You like that, don’t you? I can see how much you’re enjoying yourself." She gently pressed her fingers under his chin, lifting his head to look into his eyes as she continued. "Remember, you’re here because of me. Don’t forget that."

The boy could barely respond, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts, and you could feel the tension building in his cock. He was close, teetering on the edge of release. Your movements became a little more focused, more deliberate, as you picked up the pace.

You tried not to think about what you were doing. Focus on the motion, the rhythm, the mechanics of it. The feeling of skin sliding under your fingers, the pulse of blood through the shaft. That was all it was. A task. A task you had to get through.

You continued stroking, feeling the tension building in his cock. Your hand worked faster, squeezing a little tighter as the boy let out a soft groan, his hips beginning to buck against your palm. Michelle leaned in, her voice low and dirty, "Bet you've never had someone like her take care of you like this."

From the corner of your eye, Becca lay sprawled on the bed, completely out of it. She had either passed out or drifted into some drunken sleep, her body limp and heavy beside you. The room was quiet except for the boy's panting and Michelle's soft, dominant whispers.

Michelle, ever the queen of control, kept feeding the situation. "Keep stroking him, make him beg for it," she whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. She was still fully in charge, even though it was your hand doing the work. The boy moaned louder, his breath quickening.

Then, just as you felt him starting to get more tense, Michelle’s voice cut through the haze. “Where do you want it?” she asked, her question directed at you, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Where should he finish?”

There was a beat, a moment where your brain screamed no—but then, Luna took full control. You needed to impress Michelle. You needed to show you could play the game.

"On my face," you said, your voice betraying none of the internal chaos you felt. You tilted your head up, waiting for him to finish, knowing what was coming next.

Michelle raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued and more than a little impressed. "Good girl," she purred, stepping back slightly to give you space.

With a deep breath, you released your grip on him and slipped off the bed, getting onto your knees in front of him, positioning yourself just right. The boy's cock throbbed in your hand, and you felt the shift in the air as he got closer, his body tensing. His moans were louder now, ragged and ****. You stroked harder, faster, knowing the inevitable was coming.

Then it happened.

The first spurt hit your cheek, warm and thick. Another shot landed across your nose, and then a final one splashed right over your lips and chin. His cum coated your face in hot, sticky streaks, dripping slowly down onto your neck as you knelt there, head tilted up to take it all.

Every muscle in your body tensed, every thought screamed at you, but you stayed still, letting the final droplets fall. The boy, panting and spent, stumbled back slightly, his body trembling from the release.

Michelle, watching with a satisfied smirk, leaned down to you, her gaze dark and predatory. "Well done," she whispered, almost like she was rewarding you. "That’s exactly what I wanted to see."

You wiped the corner of your eye where a small drop had landed, feeling the sticky warmth of it on your fingers. Your heart pounded, but Luna stayed in control, keeping you stuck in this twisted reality.