Oh yes it did

After a couple of minutes, Anna grabs Mara and pulls her close, squeezing her boobs and kissing her.

It's all you can do to resist pulling out your dick and jerking off but you've taken the hit of insisting on sex and you intend to enjoy it to the fullest... which means letting the girls do the work.

You've seen girls make out before, of course. After all, you live in the Bay Area where a big percentage of the population is gay. Still, you're pretty sure these girls aren't lesbian... at least not exclusively. Instead, they're putting on a show for you, Mike, formerly the nerdiest man in San Francisco and now owner of a horribly unsuccessful stream.

By God, you're going to make the stream successful. You're going to make sure that the girls are happy with their choice, that they look back at this decision as the beginning of something wonderful in their lives.

But first, of course, you're going to get laid.

"Mara," Anna says, "Get him naked. He dance with us."

Mara nods, then walks over to you.

Her face is red... from embarrassment or from exertion, you aren't sure but you are sure it's a sexy look and her breasts are only inches from you now.

She grabs your shirt and tugs it over your head, then looks down at your chest. "I've seen worse."

You consider telling her that you're working out and that it'll get better but decide that you'd rather have her pleasantly surprised later than set expectations you can't meet.

She then turns around, shoving her ass toward your face as she pulls up one of your legs between hers, until your thigh is pushing against her jean-clad pussy... and yanks off a shoe and sock, repeating with the other foot.

"You can touch my butt if you want," she says, moving her hips in something that you think is supposed to be an approximation of the music's beat.

Well, that's an offer you won't turn down. You reach out and grab her butt.

She can't dance but she definitely does something for exercise because her ass is tight as a drum. You imagine sliding your dick into that ass and your rock-hard erection gets even harder.

She giggles. "I like it that you appreciate us. Most of the professors are like... 'god, another hot girl I have to fuck. Can't I get an undergrad virgin?'"

"I definitely appreciate you." You suspect that your viewers will appreciate the girls, as well. You decide, even if the whole Enochian thing turns out to be a detour, you'll keep some of it around as an excuse to have the girls dance, strip and writhe.

"Stand up," Mara commands as she steps away.

You do as she says, and she unfastens your belt, unzips your pants and pulls them off.

"Look," she calls to Anna. "At least he can get hard without having to piss on me like that last professor."

"Professors gross." Somehow you'd missed Anna losing her pants and now she stood in panties and heeled sandals.

Mara took the opportunity to lose her pants as well as Anna came over to you and ran her fingers over your body.

You can't believe this is happening. Some part of you has been waiting for the other shoe to drop, for the girls to start laughing, tell you that this was all some sort of joke, that they wouldn't fuck you for a million dollars.

From the dark stain in Anna's panties, though, it looks like she is turned on... yeah, maybe more by making out with Mara than by your body or engorged dick, but definitely turned on... and neither girl shows any sign of pulling away.

"Now you dance with us," Anna pulls you out into the tiny square of floor that isn't covered by books, electronic equipment, or discarded clothing. "You squeeze tits. Not big like American tits but good ones still."