Okay, No—Gooning Is Definitely the Right Word for this One

“I guess that’s my cue, then?” A playful, high-pitched voice responded from the shadows by the pavilion’s entrance as a figure stepped out from behind the columns. “I’ve been watching for the past couple minutes, but I’m glad I can join in now! Just watching was getting to be a pain.”

While the previous two entrances had been startling due to how the guests had made their entrance (Mallory’s chin was still red from when it dragged across the marble), this new arrival was startling—or perhaps alarming—entirely on her own merit. The short, tan-skinned figure was dressed more for a rave—or an orgy, for that matter—than whatever this gathering was meant to be. Standing at about 5’4” if you included the height from her strappy stilettos, she wore black fishnets under black denim booty shorts trying their best to contain said booty (though calling them shorts would be generous—Cecilia was fairly certain she owned belts that covered more). A black bikini top with neon green stripes held her sizable breasts (which looked even larger due to her small frame), and could easily be seen through the tight mesh crop top she wore over it. The only piece of clothing that could actually be used to cover a reasonable amount of skin was her black sweatshirt jacket, which also featured neon stripes along the sleeves (pink, this time) and was hanging halfway off to keep her shoulders visible. Her hazel eyes were framed by thick black eyeliner and mascara, and her lips were likewise coated in black lipstick. Topping this all off was her neon pink hair with neon green highlights, tied up in twintails. The other guests could only watch with their mouths agape as the scantily clad girl waved at them with a mischievous grin on her face.

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“Wow, that’s one of the best reactions I’ve gotten this week! So, what? Are you guys just stunned by my beauty? Or is it my impeccable style?” The girl inquired, basking in their shocked expressions.

“Wha—just what?” Adam attempted to ask one of the many questions that were on their minds, but couldn’t seem to form the necessary words.

“WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU WEARING?!!” Elise succeeded where Mallory failed. Voicing her question with a mix of distress and outrage that only a concerned mother could produce.

“Do you like it? I was going for a mix of gyaru, goth, and e-thot. I call it ‘slut goth.’ Trademark’s pending on that one.” She dashed excitedly toward Elise to give her a closer look. “See this mascara? I actually made this formula myself! I call it ‘Deepthroat,’ and yes, I do already have that trademarked! I worked really hard on that one! It was really tricky, but I formulated it to only run when exposed to a certain amount of liquid—specifically, the amount produced when your eyes start watering while you’re giving a blowjob. So, it’ll give you the perfect sloppy bj face to really get your partner going, but remains picture perfect if you’re actually crying!” It was looking more and more like a sales pitch until she was interrupted by a curt cough from Sera.

“Yes, while that is all very interesting, I believe we are forgetting something. Namely, the fact that you’ve yet to give us your name.”

“Oops, sorry about that! Nice to meet all of you! I’m Diona Ishtar, from the Carolinas. I’m really looking forward to getting to know all of you!” She introduced herself with a flirty wink to the general crowd.

“Wait—which Carolina? North or South?” Aoba chimed in, looking puzzled.

“Does it really matter?” Diona shrugged as she answered, acting as if Aoba was silly for even asking such a thing.

“Miss Diona, we have just a few more questions prepared for our other guests, as well as our audience, to get to know you. If you wouldn’t mind.” Sera prompted Diona to take the newest seat in the nearly completed circle, to which Diona happily complied. Only for her to stop as she walked by Mallory. Diona gave a couple of curious sniffs in her direction, before sporting a smug, knowing grin as she continued toward her seat.

“Excellent. Now then, Miss Diona, you’ve already given us your name, so could you please also tell us your age, occupation, cup size, and most recent sexual encounter.”

“Oooh~ those are fun ones! Let’s see… I’m 21, I’m a college student majoring in chem with a focus on phytochemistry, these bad girls are a very bouncy and completely natural E-cup, and the last time I had sex was around noon today. I had a threesome with my sister and her boyfriend in her car while it was parked behind a Waffle House.” Diona shared without the slightest hint of hesitation, recalling the event with a fond smile. The others could only respond with stunned silence, their mouths agape in shock.

"So, how do you know this one, Adam?!" Erica's voice was shaking with a combination of worry and confusion as she glance between her friend and the lewd shortstack.

"Ok, look—I know what it looks like 'cause of everyone else so far, but I promise I do not know this girl and have never seen nor heard of her before!" Adam quickly sought to diffuse any misunderstanding, putting his hands up in defense.

"Are you sure? You said you didn't know who Alexis is, but then it turned out you did! Are you positive you aren't subscribed to her OnlyFans, or something? Not judging or anything, but come on." Erica continued her interrogation.

"Well, for my part, I don't know anyone here. And don't worry, I don't even have an OnlyFans for your friend to subscribe to. Totally support the lifestyle, but I don't like charging people for things I enjoy doing. Plus, I'd rather show off the goods when the person I'm showing off to can actually touch me, y'know?" Diona lent her side of the story (of questionable assistance, though it may be) to Adam's defense. "Besides, I don't even get what all the shock is for." Several pair of eyes looked back at her accusatorily.

“What's the big deal? Sheesh, it’s not like I’m the only one who came before coming. Isn’t that right, yoga pants?” Diona once again threw a knowing look in Mallory’s direction.

“That’s—how’d you know?!” Mallory was mortified to find out that there was yet another person present who knew how recently she had gotten off, and she hadn’t even told this one.

“Let me guess—you thought you had time, so you stopped to jill off, but you got too absorbed in your fun. Then, you were panicking because you were running late, so you skipped the shower. Hang on—I got this…” She took another sniff for dramatic effect, “3 times, right?”

“Wha—you—I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Mallory indignantly looked away in an attempt to hide her shame at the fact that now, in addition to knowing how recently she had masturbated, everyone also knew how many times she came.

“So that’s it. I thought something smelled like pussy. Pfft—guess I was right.” Alexis was struggling to contain her laughter. Meanwhile, the others were (mostly) recovering from the shock of Diona’s introduction, and Elise found herself struggling to decide whether to point her disappointed glare toward Sera or Diona.

“Now, now. There will be plenty of time to discuss Mallory’s masturbatory habits later. For now, it’s time we got on with the final introduction of the evening! I hope you’re ready, because we have a very special guest saved for last!” Sera directed everyone’s gaze one final time toward the pavilion’s entrance.