They continue the fiction

"Of course they didn't **** you," Lindsey said quickly, afraid that Brooke might admit she'd made it up, or that Suzy might say something stupid and blow it. "You were screaming for more. Thank God it was a loud song."

"It didn't stop the next guy from hearing and coming over when the first guy was done," Suzy blurted quickly before taking a long gulp, afraid the others would disapprove.

"Next...?" Amanda gasped, looking white.

Brooke shrugged. "A train on the dance floor is amazing to see," she said solemnly.

"And we never thought you'd love it so much either. I mean, front and rear..." Lindsay said.

"At least a dozen!" Suzy blurted, then waved frantically for another drink when the others looked warningly at her.

"A... dozen?"

"Well, it could have been more, I suppose. We were looking around a lot to see how many people noticed." Brooke said.

"And then you went into the back room with a few of them!" Suzy blurted again, earning glares this time, which worked for a few seconds until she couldn't hold it in anymore and more words fell out. "'Harder, faster, use me like a whore!' you yelled, over and over.... ow!"

While Suzy bent to tend her kicked ankle Brooke smiled serenely.

"Don't worry, Mandy," she soothed.

"But.. But... was I ****? Drunk?"

"Sober!" Suzy said quickly, swinging her legs to the side to avoid any kicks.

Lindsey's own smile was strained, but she added, "You told us after that you hadn't touch a drink or **** all night."

"It was a revelation, you said. You suddenly realized that you wanted to be gang banged all night," Brooke added, though she was running out of steam. The whole joke had become a farce to her and she resumed looking out the window.

"But...." Amanda stammered, wanting to admit that she hated sex, but she couldn't imagine her friends lying to her about something like this. "I liked it?"

Lindsey nodded, hoping to finish up the conversation, and joined Brooke in looking out the window.

Suzy, now alone in the lie, nearly faltered, but the whole thing was so naughty it was turning her on, and she couldn't resist adding, "You said that you liked it so much you wanted to do it more often. Um, I think you liked being treated like a cheap whore or something."

Amanda opened her mouth as Suzy turned to the window, now done with the whole lie as well. She couldn't imagine herself loving something like that. She'd given plenty of blow jobs, lousy as they were, but it was always to avoid going further. But further she had gone, much farther, and her view of sex was as a tool, rather than a pleasure.

Still, she'd always felt that something must be wrong with her, or that there must be something more to sex that she wasn't doing, because everyone talked about it like it was an incredible thing, not the uncomfortable, and even painful, chore that she'd always found it to be. Could this be the secret? And how come she couldn't remember?

"Did I get drunk after? Do ****?" she asked, but the girls were bored with the whole fiction and making comments about the people outside the cafe.