Put something on

You better put some clothes on. Roxy stares as you tug on a pair of white panties, some red, flannel jammy pants, and a white tee.

“Miss you already,” she says as you leave.

In the hallway, you can hear music from Karen’s room. Smiling, you head down to Lisey’s door. You knock gently.

“Go away,” she says from inside.

“Don’t be like that,” you reply.

“Go.”

“Hey, I didn’t leave a horny biker chick alone in my bed so you could blow me off,” you say.

“Go bother her, then!”

“Lisey! Open the goddamn door!” you snap.

A moment passes, and the door opens. You go inside as Lisey shuffles miserably back to her bed and burrows under the covers. You turn on the lamp and sit on the bed beside her. There are a few different things that you can say, but most of them would just upset her. You give her some time, but the faint sniffling coming from under the blanket stops after just a couple minutes.

You reach back and pat the shapeless form that is her under the blankets.

“What is it about Professor Austen that you like so much?” you ask.

Lisey doesn’t answer.

“She’s pretty,” you say after a moment. “And she knows what she’s doing.” The older woman had been working Sissy’s pussy like a pro.

Lisey’s face appears and she scowls at you. “She’s smart. She makes you feel like she’s going to take care of you.”

You cock your head. “Isn’t that what I do? And I don’t see you scratching at my door every… oh, you do that.”

“Shut up.” Lisey pulls the covers up to hide again. “Go away. What are you doing with that biker chick?”

“Their club has been trying to get our girls to get involved with their stuff. I think they’re having money problems and they want to make some kind of deal with us, but Ann isn’t going for it,” you say. “They’re mad at us that we won’t help them.”

“Why would they expect us to?”

“Because we have similar hobbies,” you reply.

“So how does that girl come into it?”

“She was at the meeting we were at and asked for my number after. We’ve just been flirting a little,” you say, examining your nails in the lamplight.

“Just flirting, huh?”

“I did chain her up in the dungeon tonight and played with her ass,” you say casually.

Lisey’s head pops back out, face red. “Did you really?”

“Turns out she’s not so tough. And she licked my pussy on Professor Austen’s desk,” you add.

Lisey can’t help herself. She laughs. “Oh my god.” She flops back, laying her hand over her eyes. At least she’s in the open now. “That’s what you were doing at school?”

“We were looking for you.”

“You just got a little distracted, huh?”

“You would’ve done the same,” you say.

“Oh my God. I used to think you were smart, but you’re just like the rest of us.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” You lie down on your side, moving closer to her. She’s under the covers and you’re on top of them. You give her a peck on the cheek and she glares at the ceiling.

“Why don’t we work with the bikers?” Lisey asks finally.

“Our reputation is bad enough already,” you tell her.

She sighs. “I guess.”

For a second she was perking up, but now she looks down again. How should you get her to stop moping? She doesn’t want to be left alone; she definitely wants company.

Cuddle with her?

Or get her out of this small, dim room?