Lying Alone (Sephora's PoV)

Sephora closes the door slowly, making sure that the knob settles silently into place. What was she thinking, coming here? She wanted to talk to Rex. Why? It was... complicated. And as she hears the two other roommates close the front door and enter the living room, she walks back into her room, trying to piece together where everything went wrong, as another couple walks to their bedroom, probably to have sex just to rub it into Sephora's face some more.

She'd woken up this morning, and she checked the app. She wanted to make sure that she didn't break any rules after all! Right? Well, also she had always found it intriguing. The little twists and turns the app gave. One day it gave rules, the next it didn't do anything except taunt Erica apparently. She was bored. And at the very least, the app wasn't boring.

So she saw the two new rules. One was almost comically obvious who would make such a rule. Olivia had made some good points yesterday about Rex benefiting from having a bunch of beautiful babes trapped with him.

Although... Sephora wasn't an idiot. She knew of the concept of framing somebody. Yes, she was right that the punishments were sexual. The jobs were too, given Rebecca's nudity. And yes, the punishments so far had been on Erica and Olivia.

But... It could just as easily be Olivia pulling all of the strings, making it look like Rex did it. All of the punishments and jobs are sexual. Well guess who happened to also find women hot? A lesbian. The punishments were on Erica and Olivia. To be honest, they are almost all on Erica. Olivia had a single collar, that sort of glowed when she was horny? Well, woop de freaking doo. If anything, such a small punishment feels almost like a red herring in a novel. Oh yeah, it can't be me officer, if I was the ****, would I have drawn the word slut on my body while I slept with easily wipeable marker?

Now, he was the one who found the flowers and the milk. But that didn't mean he did it. And if he was the one who did it, wouldn't he just stay silent? Like Olivia did? So either he's trying to make Sephora believe he's innocent by nipping his attacks in the bud, or she was spin doctoring a plan that was foiled. Just like how Olivia then accused Sephora of helping him, just because she wasn't up for her little witchhunt.

And this new rule. She'd cried out how it was because she had threatened him. However... wouldn't Olivia be the one to benefit from such a rule? She was the one who was convinced that he'd blow down their houses big bad wolf style and make them into his little harem, so if he couldn't attack her, that sounds like just what she'd want...

Gah, she'd gotten off track. How had she gotten here? In her lacey lingerie bra up top, and jean shorts that had once been full blue jeans with no shoes. Well, that'd be the cat. She'd had no other choice after he had sliced her top after getting back from the black room. This bra was pretty, and he somehow hadn't found his way to it yet. And she'd shooed him away after that, cute little kitty cat be damned...

Fuck. Think, how did you get into that mess? Well it was the other rule. She had to cum and have it acknowledged. And frankly, Rex was the one with the dick. She'd had a few flings with women, but she was always a bit more straight than bi. Although she was definitely still bi. And frankly, while Rebecca was probably the one who made her the least insane, Rex wasn't too bad either. So, this morning, she'd thought of making a little... proposition to Rex. One that she'd made countless times before.

A little fling. Sex, no strings attached. Either one could ask the other at any time, either one could ask the other for whatever kink they happened to think of that day. It was her usual MO when she went out on Tinder dates or to the local bar. She and him would have fun, use condoms from her drawer, walk away as roommates. Maybe a bit more flirting on her end, but he didn't seem to reciprocate, so who cares.

It'd seemed so easy back then. Rex was the man with the golden rocket in his pocket, now all he needed to do was fill her socket.

Then Rebecca had walked up to him and basically asked him if she could be his 24 hour on-call sex ****. Or girlfriend. Or some weird mix of the two. They'd fought last night, and now she was asking him to collar her and call her his little sex kitten or whatever. But he didn't take the collar and slap it on, so... what? She was barking up the wrong tree? He wasn't expecting it to escalate like this? He didn't want to grab her by the breast and tell her to get on her knees first, because it was in public, because that would give the game away with him as architect behind the whole scheme?

She still didn't understand why Rebecca went from witness number one to enthusiastic sex **** in almost 12 hours. But she understood one thing immediately. Sephora couldn't match such a display. She wasn't the type to ask a man to even give her a ride home, knowing he'd expect something in return. She made deals, she established ground rules. And if that was the bid on the table for Rex's dick, well, it was too rich for her blood.

So why was she outside their door? Well, she'd walked away as soon as she could, shellshocked. And she couldn't help but think. I'm the fifth wheel. Somehow, between Mrs. and Mrs. Unhealthy Relationship and the two people who almost seem like they'd do it through a hole in the bedsheet, I'm the one who ended up without a lap to sit on in sexual musical chairs. After all of the running around, living her life, enjoying herself to the fullest, now Sephora was the one high and dry. She was the one without somebody to have and to hold and to bounce on at night.

Was it because of that? Because she actually knew how to have fun, was it threatening to him? Because she was not the wallflower, pining for eternal love? Did Rex think she was disgusting for having had sex before with multiple partners? Was he like her father?

Her dad was a second generation Arab American. He wasn't religious, much to her grandfather's chagrin. He'd even married a white girl, and based on the flirting over the dinner table, they weren't too stiff in the sack. Still managed to have 5 siblings, so something was working in there. But still, when she had started dating a boy in high school, her dad had told her to be careful, before waving her away with a smile on his face. And then the second one had made him look a bit more perturbed. And then the third one and he had a look like Are you serious? The fourth and fifth he purposefully avoided, which suited her just fine.

Was Rex one of those judgmental assholes, who smiled at you to your face and called you a slut behind your back? He didn't seem like it. And that's the conclusion she'd come to about fifteen minutes ago. She'd make her little speech that she'd given so many times, and he'd agree to give her one a day and maybe two on weekends or whatever, watch her masturbate, just something, anything.

So she'd put on her sexy bra, took off her half torn off panties before putting back on her jean skirt, and walked out into the hall. And then she'd heard it. Rebecca almost screaming in there. So she took a look.

And god damn if it wasn't hot. It was just missionary, but the two of them went at it like Rex had just come home from military deployment. And the little words, they felt like schmaltzy empty words then, but with his cock in her, Rebecca said it with such verve, with such meaning. As Rebecca cried out and told her she loved him and called him master, master, master, Sephora's hand was already in her pants.

She couldn't tear her eyes away. Maybe it was because she'd taken to passing the time in this obsidian prison by watching the porn on her phone. Maybe it was because she hadn't looked too hard for the flowers yesterday, only finding the few that she naturally stumbled on. Her body was hot though, and she knew she had to stop or go over the edge.

But then that goddamned begging came. She was going to stop, but as Rebecca purred out those words, Sephora knew it was impossible. She was going to cum, and the only question was whether she burst in and shouted out her own orgasm or stood in the hall and feel like some creeper slut.

So that's how she got here. But why is she still so hot, still so horny? Why does she want to tear off her clothes and go to town on her pussy until she came again and again? It's not like Rex is some super stud. Is she losing it? Or was she always dancing on the knife's edge, and now she had just fallen off.

Was she just a slut, but she had lied to herself so well she never could tell the difference?