Picture to Prove It

"Is that so?"

-CLICK-

The slide switches. The photo on the screen is from last night. Nicole, wearing only heels, a garter belt, and stockings, is in the doorway deeply kissing Huck. "I..." Nicole can't explain it away. She stammers and stutters. Someone behind her says "holy shit" and there are whispers from everyone else. Liz gasps, "Nicole!"

"Are these other men from TaskRabbit, too?" She clicks through the next three slides which each capture the other poker players leaving one by one. Ralph. Chet. Kevin.

Nicole is silent in her humiliation. Tabitha moves in front of the screen and stands next to Kennedy. "When I invited you over yesterday we had our suspicions. That guy naked in your window was problematic for you, but we thought there could be some crazy excuse. Like, yeah, a handyman exhibitionist pervert. It was far-fetched, but we wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. That you wouldn't date someone like him. I mean, you claimed you're bi. But last night I saw those men arriving, so I camped out in the common area waiting for them to leave. I did not expect to catch you so brazenly making out with him, naked, so anyone walking by could see. Like, you're proud and flaunting that you're with a gross pig like that."

"Tabitha, it isn't like that. I swear."

"Sure it isn't," she says. "Why don't you come up here in front of everyone and explain how you aren't getting gangbanged by a bunch of sexist, homophobes? Why should we feel safe living next door to someone who entertains men like that?"

"Never. I've never been in a gangbang," Nicole says not wanting to leave the seat unless it's to run out the door.

Kennedy moves the slides back to Nicole making out with Huck in the doorway.

Tabitha points to a spot in front of the screen. "I said get up here and explain yourself."

The only person who has shown her any sort of friendliness tonight is Liz, so Nicole looks in her direction for support. Liz shrugs and points to the spot where Tabitha is pointing.

And that's when it starts. It's a low buzz between her legs. GoldenOwlPellet has chosen this moment to claim his three minutes. "Oh god, not now," Nicole says under her breath as she stands. She hopes he only gives her a little tease like usual. As she walks to the center of the room she tries to not look at the photo of herself with Huck. She's so ashamed.

Nicole stands in front of the gathered women. The soft buzz in her pussy started to increase. She has no idea what to say. She doesn't want to tell a group of strangers about her "free use" experiment. She clenches her fists digging her nails into her palms trying to ignore the sensation of the vibrator and focus on the challenge she's facing.

"Well?" Kennedy asks.

"I-I don't know what to say except it isn't...it isn't what you think...please..."

Kennedy helpfully shares what they think of her. "We think you're a MAGA homophobe who worships the patriarchy."

That stings. Nicole considered herself as being open-minded, accepting of others, and, when she paid attention to politics, progressive. "I'm not. I told Tabitha I'm bi. And," she gasps as GoldenOwlPellet ups the setting. She squeezes her fists tighter. "I voted for Elizabeth Warren."

Liz hoots from the couch. "Woo-hoo, I worked her campaign!"

Tabitha scolds Liz. "Quiet, Liz."

Nicole releases a soft gasp as the intensity builds between her thighs.

Kennedy isn't satisfied. "I don't believe you. Tell me you aren't fucking this awful excuse for a man."

It's too much. Nicole releases a deep groan and her knees come together. She scrunches up her face trying to fight it but it feels too good. "Yes, yes," she pants. "I am - I am f-fucking him. Oh God, but it, but it isn't like you th-think...oh no....oh shit..."

Tabitha steps back and tilts her head. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

Nicole is panting. There's a complicated worried smile pushing up her cheeks as she pants. "V-v-vibrator," she confesses. "R-remote, oh no. I can't-can't-stop it." She falls to her knees. There's a buzz in the room as the women watch Nicole getting off on the hidden vibrator.

"she wore a remote vibrator to the party?" "So trashy" "Who does that?" "Do you think it's the pig controlling it?"

And it stops. Cold. Nicole is still reeling, but she opens her eyes to see half a dozen smartphones pointed in her direction. Tabitha, to Nicole's surprise, steps in front of her, "put the phones away. If a single photo or video of this ends up on the internet you'll be answering to Kennedy and me. This is Girl Boss business, got it?"

The phones quickly drop with a series of apologies.

"Are you quite done making a spectacle of yourself?" Kennedy asks.

"I'm sorry," Nicole says looking up at the giant woman. "Yes, I think he's done." Nicole, still wobbly, starts to stand, but Kennedy places a hand on her head and holds her down on her knees.

"Stay there. Is he controlling your vibe?" Kennedy asks pointing to the screen.

"No, someone else. I'm part of a..." she releases a deep sigh and slowly looks around the room at the 10 women watching her. There's no way out of this unless she's honest.