They Arrive at the Library

Ally thought that walking around a fancy mansion, dripping wet, with cum spilling out of your hot Latina friend's pussy was probably, without exaggerating, the American dream.

But, instead, Ally just felt wet, cold, and sort of sticky, and way, way, way too self-conscious.

Though she'd put on casual clothes for the day, they were now soaked, and the light fabric of her shirt had turned practically see-through. Her jeans, mercifully blue, showed a dark outline of her crotch, making it look like she peed herself with a long trail of wet down her leg. Isabella kept laughing every time she looked over at Ally, and Ally thought it must be because Ally's tits were pretty much visible, as was the shape of her cock. Ally flipped off the Latina, who took the opportunity to suckle on Ally's finger, causing the wet shape of her dick to raise against her jeans.

"You're too easy," Isabella teased as they walked through the manor's hallways, towards the library.

"What if someone sees?" Ally complained. Isabella shrugged.

"I think everyone is a little... preoccupied, don't you?" Isabella asked. She pushed open a random door to reveal Danny -- Jenny's former boyfriend -- and the Japanese woman from the Syndicate atop a guest bed, fucking each other silly. She shut the door loudly, but it didn't seem to deter either of the inhabits inside, from the sound of it, they barely even noticed. "See?"

"You think everyone is... having sex?" Ally asked, picturing Jenny first, and then her sister, wondering who Kate actually paired off with.

"Or they're searching for clues,"_ _Isabella said. "Either way, no one's looking at your tits except me. No matter how gorgeous they are."

Ally blushed at her words, covering her chest with her arm. She still felt a little bad for cheating on Jenny... hopefully -- and it was a strange hope -- Jenny was actually cheating on her, too. So they would be even. Equal.

When they arrived at the library, they discovered it wasn't empty. Sister Enna had already arrived alongside her partner, a member of the Syndicate who was taller and darker than any person Ally had ever seen. The two of them -- the small, pale girl dressed in a white habit, and the tall, black man clothed in ceremonial furs -- seemed locked in an argument about their own clues, discussing which books they should look at.

"Clearly, this clue was referring to Catcher in the Rye," Sister Enna spat. "You would have to be an unfathomably stupid fucking moron to not realize that." Ally thought of the clue Pitcher, which she'd read with Isabella in the pool. _Catcher in the Rye _made sense as a book echoing that word, Ally thought. In a weird sort of way. What were the other clues? Pitcher, Mousetrap, Inside, Five.

"Your point is illogical," the tall, black man responded with a thick Congolese accent, slamming his hands down on the table in a way that made Ally jump. Sister Enna held her ground. "Why would the title of the book simply be the opposite of the clue? That's ridiculous."

"Looks like some groups weren't fucking after all," Isabella whispered in a giggle against Ally's ear. "Though they both look like they could use a fuck." Isabella, still dripping wet (and still, Ally knew, filled with her cum), stepped farther into the room.

"Well, if it isn't the religious bitch," Isabella taunted, loudly drawing their attention towards her. Isabella waved. "And hey, Moto, how are you holding up?"

"Oh, Isabella," Moto, the African man, replied. "She's a headache and a half, ay. When the Syndicate said we were at risk of dying, I didn't know it would be from being yelled at to **** by this little white ghost."

"I wouldn't yell if you would just fucking listen!" Sister Enna yelled. "I solved the last clue entirely on my own."

"Ay, after I put the pieces of the puzzle together," he said with a large sigh.

"Well, since we're all here, why not put all of our heads together?" Ally said, moving into the room alongside Isabella. "If all the clues are the same going forward, we might as well..."

"Fine," Sister Enna said, frowning over at Ally. Ally couldn't help but find Enna's frown cute, too. She was small, but very focused. Ally wanted to run her hands through Enna's dark hair, unlace her habit... She shook her head of the thoughts. "I wanted to keep an eye on you, anyway," she said.

"Alright," Moto agreed, too. "Not like either of you could be worse than this one, ay?" Ally watched as Isabella's eyes lingered on Moto's tall frame. The fur he wore left his abs exposed, and Ally had to admit they were worth drooling over... she wondered what his dick looked like, too, buried under that revealing pelt. She wondered which of them was bigger.

"So, I think Catcher in the Rye makes sense, and if we follow that trend," Ally offered, "We could say that something like Of Mice and Men could be what is meant by Mousetrap. And then Inside could be The Outsiders, and Five -- like Slaughterhouse Five? All pieces of American literature any high schooler would know."

"That's just what I was thinking," Sister Enna agreed with a curt nod. Isabella and Moto shared a look, but Ally didn't know if the look was secret, Syndicate code, or if they were just collectively thinking: White bitches. Which, Ally had to admit, was probably fair.

Ally and Sister Enna hunted for the books on one shelf, while the others scoured the other shelves for anything they might have missed. Softly, almost like it was an accident, Sister Enna bumped against her, and Ally smelled the floral freshness of her habit, reminding her of what had almost happened that night, before the trial began. How close they had come to...

"Don't even fucking think about it," Sister Enna said. "Not unless you're willing to renounce your claim on the house and join the Church. Honestly, I'd prefer that," she continued. "It's not like I find you... unattractive. You or that thing between your legs."

"I think you're cute too," Ally confessed. "But I can't give up the house. So, you would have to leave the Church."

"Unlikely," Sister Enna said, pulling The Outsiders from the shelf.

"But not impossible?" Ally asked with a small wink.

She remembered, suddenly, the suite of pills in her pocket, the gift from the demon. What if... she offered one to Sister Enna? Perhaps... to study... or perhaps, to ingest.... Would that change anything? What would happen? Ally needed to find out anyway. Was Sister Enna a good test subject? Or should she try it on someone else? Someone, perhaps more willing, like Isabella or Jenny?