The Blind Spot

You stand there, unsure what to do. Should you go to Erica, try to help her up? Or would she be angry at you for that?

After a little bit, she stands up and looks embarrassed. She won't admit it, but your blankets had rubbed against her, and she can feel the wetness on her own body now. Which only serves to make her feel like a huge slut, covered in your fluids after showing you weakness as her clit was teased. She tries to avoid your gaze as she carefully walks your blankets to the washer.

You think about maybe staying in this room,, as it has been a little while since you looked at your phone. That is until you remember what was happening in the other one. Rebecca had tasted your cum. She was going to wake up, and you had to be there to lie to her. She had just fallen into a blissful barely conscious state, you had to try to come up with something, anything to explain it. Not exactly the most romantic thing you could do, but you couldn't let her think, maybe figure out that you were more than another victim. The candies were yours, if she figured out that your cum gave her a similar feeling, things were going to add up.

Rebecca looks at you as you enter, her blissful euphoria having passed. She is the one who speaks first. "Oh wow, I think I must've dozed off there. I must be sleepy or something, it just felt amazing, relaxing. Like I'd done something I should've done a long time ago. I'm sorry if you got worried. Hopefully it's not anemia or something, but chances are it's probably some passing thing."

You can't help but blink back shock. She wasn't afraid, but apologetic? "Hmm, is that what it was? I was going to ask you, but if everything is ok..." She nods. So you soon find yourself laying in the bed, cuddling with her, unsure whether you got off easy this time and she'll question it if she experiences that sensation again, or if maybe it didn't feel as fantastic as it appeared from the outside. Maybe she fell **** briefly? Well, you just need to try to avoid oral sex in the future.

Soon, you hear Olivia's voice calling that dinner was ready. You stood, stretching, your stomach hungry. Rebecca gets off the bed, crawling beside you as you walk to the table. The other three are already there, as you look at them.

Sephora is nervous, and she is wearing a... swimsuit? Her blue brassiere matches a set of blue boy shorts. Erica's maid uniform is messy, as she looks down. Finally, Olivia looks at you in her band t-shirt and shorts. And she is smiling.

"Hello Rex. Is Rebecca going to sit on a chair or is she going to sit on the floor?" Rebecca answers, "I think I'm going to stay on the floor, it's sort of hard to get up without walking, and it sort of hides my... lack of clothing." Oliiva is ready with her retort. "Fine, you belong down there anyways."

You look at the table, and you feel uneasy. Olivia is looking like she won, and you don't know why. You look at the plate in front of you. It was her turn to cook tonight. "So what's happening? Olivia looks like she just won the lottery, and the other two of you look like you're hiding something. So what is happening? Is it Olivia trying to lead another witch hunt?"

Sephora sighs. "I'd rather talk about it after dinner. Could we just have a normal dinner please?" You look at her. Is the news really that bad? Then again, would you be interested in pressing her?

You turn to look at Olivia. "Is the food poisoned? You know the app said that we can't attempt to hurt each other or threaten one another. Do you really think that you can spill some poison onto a plate 'accidentally' and get away with it?" Olivia only smiles larger. "Oh, you wound me. You can trade plates with any of us. And you'll see nobody keels over at the end of the night." "Fine, then I want Erica's."

You chose Erica's because she might expect you to choose her own plate. But she wouldn't poison Erica, as she probably wouldn't expect that you'd take it. They did fight today, but you don't just turn completely around and poison your lover after a small argument. Sephora might be acceptable collateral damage, but Erica was safe.

And Olivia hands it over without a second thought. So it's not poisoning. You look at the plate, as Rebecca looks at you, nervous. Sighing, you look at Olivia, as she takes a spoon full of the casserole she made. She smiles at you, like the cat that ate the canary. You wait until Erica and Sephora follow suit, taking a bite of the food, before you begin to eat.

A normal dinner it is not, though Sephora tries. She compliments the food, tries to half-heartedly joke about having to exercise off such a good meal. But a conversation requires two people, and while Rebecca occasionally nods or laughs, your focus and Olivia's are fixed on one another. The mood of the table can't lighten when storm clouds as thick as hurricanes hang over the conversation.

Finally, you finish your meal. As you sit back in your chair, you look at the three women in front of you. Olivia smiles. "Enjoy your food? Ready for our little conversation?" You don't feel like giving her an answer, so you simply grunt, an affirmative in only the loosest sense.

"Good. So you were right on your first guess. My little 'witch hunt' continues. I know, I know, it's useless to try to reargue the same points over and over. So why don't I just give up? Well, you see, I'd agree with you. If I didn't have new information."

"You see, you messed up in the most basic way imaginable. I knew you'd try to pull a fast one on us, try to nudge the goal posts, maybe edit a rule. So I noted everything in the app on a piece of paper yesterday, looking for differences to appear. And you fell for the oldest trick in the book. You couldn't help but take a little off the side."

She takes a piece of paper from her pocket, unfolding it. She slides it across the table to you. There, on the piece of paper, are the various numbers and rules, all of them exactly copied from the app. She looks at you, her smug anticipation grating.

Olivia almost purrs. "Why don't you look at the app? Compare notes." You reach into your pocket, only to realize Rebecca was behind you. She'd be able to see your app when you opened it. If there was some pop-up, she'd see it, she'd know it's different than her app. You have to improvise.

"And why would I do that? So you can watch my shocked face while I break down like some villain in a cheesy detective movie? Spit it out, if there's something you need to tell me, tell me. I'm not going to scroll through, playing spot the difference between this fake note and my app."

Olivia angrily sighs, her smugness gone for a second. "Erica and Sephora both saw me write the note, as I wanted them to accept it as definitive proof. And fine, if I really have to spell it out for you." She opens her app, scrolling down, then, holding it out as far as she could in front of her. It is the contribution scores. You look down to see that on the paper she marked the subtraction of 75 points. On the paper, those numbers after the morning's deduction are:

Rex: 113

Rebecca: 0

Olivia: 512

Erica: 12

Sephora:24

On the phone the numbers are:

Rex:158

Rebecca:100

Olivia: 512

Erica:92

Sephora: 24

Olivia doesn't wait, eager to play her role as chief inquisitor. "Now Erica and Rebecca should have gotten points from their jobs. Though Rebecca got a bit more than the 75 she should have gotten. But, Rex... why have your points gone up?"