It's a deal (their perspective)

You make a muffled noise, and then nod. You're a little scared, but the prospect of getting Liz to do anything is irresistible. Besides, it's pretty hot that you're going to fulfill the biggest sexual fantasy of the girl you have a crush on.

"Really? I'll go get it ready. Thanks, Blake!" he kisses you on the cheek, and then walks off to his desk, and grabs a pair of wireless headphones.

"Really?" Kain asks, "That's your fantasy?"

"It may not look like much on its own, but I like it, and besides, they all sort of enhance each other. Let me just turn it on, and set this up... this one should work well..." He activates the noise cancelling, and pulls up a youtube video of white noise. "Are you ready Blake? Once I do this, we're going to take off your clothes and grope you, okay?"

You take a deep breath. Whatever it is, you might as well get it over with. You nod again. He walks up to you, and puts the headphones over your ears. "Can you hear me?" Lewis asks, and waits for a bit. "I'm going to touch your cheek now, okay?"

He reaches out and gently strokes your cheek, causing you to flinch. Lewis grins, "See, he can't see or hear me now. Thanks so much, Blake!" He hugs you, not noticing as you sniff him a little. "Alright. Let's get these clothes off." He pushes you back away, and raises your arms over your head. Kain tries to lift up your shirt, but after reaching your neck, he stops.

"I can't get her shirt off with these headphones in the way."

"Oh, shit, maybe we should have stripped her first?"

"Is her shirt important or expensive, or can we just rip it?" Sam asks.

"She's borrowing it from me, actually." Alan says, and stretches it away from your chest. He leans down and bites it, tearing it right down the middle. The boys watch as you reach up and feel the torn edges of your shirt, before Alan slides it off of your arms like a vest. Simon unfastens your bra, and Sam decides to just feel up your chest with one hand with the other on your back. Kain decides to join in, rubbing your shoulders and arms. "I know we're just bigger, but she really does look small."

"Not here." Sam says, jiggling one of your tits with a giggle.

"God, she's so sexy like this." Lewis says, cupping your face and examining you closely as he strokes a finger over your gag. "Are you confused? Frightened? Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Sheesh," Alan says to Simon as he unbuttons your jeans. "Give me a hand with these."

"Leave her panties." Lewis instructs, "I want to see if we can get her to take them off on her own."

The two of them slide your pants down, and you step out of them, with a little help. Then Lewis guides your hands to your hips, and hooks first one thumb, then the other, into the waistband of your panties. "Come on," he growls softly, more to himself than to anyone else, "Take it off for me." Slowly, you push down your panties, and the boys watch the crotch stick slightly from your wetness, before it falls down your legs.

Lewis takes his hands off of you. "Stop touching her, and step back." she instructs the other guys. They watch as you immediately put your hands on yourself, stopping just short of sliding a finger inside of your pussy. "Let's just see what she does. If she walks to someone, they get to go first."