I tell them that it's time to head back.

“It’s time to go back,” you say, looking at Jordyn and then the others. “It’s time we get back to the rest, especially the official Toymaker.”

Jordyn nods. “I am inclined to believe your judgment is correct.” She lets her gaze settle on Alexandra, who blinks and swallows.

“Sure,” she sighs. “I feel like this has been a successful trip. Let us know when the transit is complete.”

Jordyn smirks tightly. “Won’t be for a long time. All this snow is going to make it impossible to get any of this product moving, you know?”

Alexandra leans into the table. “Well, still. We’ll be waiting to hear the feedback from our clients.”

“It’s now the business works,” Jordyn chimes. “Feedback helps all of us for sure, so I’ll keep in touch, regardless of how much time passes.”

What follows next is something you can only describe as girl talk, but boys chat about firearms as though they were living beings. In a way, you can relate. You’re about to jump in and share your thoughts when Alexandra takes it to a different level and says she’d let her weapon fuck her if it grew two legs and a pair of arms. That, in general, kills the mood, and the group disbands, leaving you alone and a little bit needy for company. As soon as the table is cleared, you feel the back of your neck prickle… you’re being watched…!

You look over and see Tiffany eyeing you from her (still) full table. She blushes, darting her gaze over to one of her companions, returning to a conversation.

“It’s time to go back,” you say, looking at Jordyn and then the others. “It’s time we get back to the rest, especially the official Toymaker.”

Jordyn nods. “I am inclined to believe your judgment is correct.” She lets her gaze settle on Alexandra, who blinks and swallows.

“Sure,” she sighs. “I feel like this has been a successful trip. Let us know when the transit is complete.”

Jordyn smirks tightly. “Won’t be for a long time. All this snow is going to make it impossible to get any of this product moving, you know?”

Alexandra leans into the table. “Well, still. We’ll be waiting to hear the feedback from our clients.”

“It’s how the business works,” Jordyn chimes. “Feedback helps all of us for sure, so I’ll keep in touch, regardless of how much time passes.”

What follows next is something you can only describe as girl talk, but instead of boys, they chat about firearms as though they were living beings. In a way, you can relate. You’re about to jump in and share your own thoughts when Alexandra takes it to a different level and says she’d let her weapon fuck her if it grew two legs and a pair of arms. That, in general, kills the mood, and the group disbands, leaving you alone and a little bit needy for company. As soon as the table is cleared, you feel the back of your neck prickle… you’re being watched…!

You look over and see Tiffany eyeing you from her (still) full table. She blushes, darting her gaze over to one of her companions, returning to a conversation.

For a couple of seconds, you’re alone with your thoughts, contemplating what you should do with yourself.

You think about Scarlet. You could use this downtime to mend your fractured relationship with her. Even confirming her neutrality would give you some comfort, especially since she thinks you don’t have the polaroids of her anymore.

Next, you consider talking to Alexandra, who is still high on life. After you successfully fulfilled one of her dreams by getting Scarlet to become intimate with her, she's in a much better mood. You have enough to **** her into submission, but if you and she were to become closer than acquaintances, perhaps you wouldn’t need to do anything so drastic.

Jordyn is next in line. Her “hot girl next door” face and friendly demeanor have kept face in your head. You guess Alicen taking her form while she sucked you off in the shower has helped with that too, but there was more to Jordyn than sex appeal. Talking to her was lovely and felt fluid.

Then was the newest addition to your odd love life…Tiffany, who no doubt is thinking about you as you think about her. As far as you knew, she wasn’t anything special, but you still liked her nonetheless. And, since you’re kind of thinking with BOTH heads, you had a feeling she might be more willing to **** herself for your own pleasure… Soon, your thoughts are drifting off into a thick layer of sexual wonder, and it covers all other noises outside your head.

You’re so distracted, in fact, that you fail to notice both your boner and the voice calling your name. Then, when you finally snap out of it, you look around and see…?