SS Undercover Ch 3

Cassie takes the spot between Elsa and Kylie.

Kylie slams her beers on the table. “Right,” she says, picking up a weird die. “What do I do with this, then?”

“All right, have patience,” Apple says. “Lady Charlotte arrives, succinctly reporting that she’s come to help out of concern for Raf’s safety. She says that very quickly because we’re in the presence of Selona.”

Elsa makes a face. “Wait, who?”

“The centipede lady,” Colby says helpfully.

“Yeah. Read a book,” Kylie adds. “Now I do this.” She lifts the die eagerly.

Apple sucks her breath in through her teeth. “Yes, but your skills are not suited to it.”

“No, this guy’s hung. I remember that distinctly. It’s why I chose him.”

“Yes, but—well, never mind. You’ll need a critical if—”

“Oh, I’ll hammer that centipede clit,” Kylie assures her.

“No, you’ll need to roll a twenty.”

Kylie stares at her. She hiccups. “No worries. How hard can it be?”

“Well, it’s a 5% chance.”

“You’re making that up.”

Apple chews her lip. “I’m not.”

“Well, you do a shoey if I get it.”

“What?”

“Don’t be a pussy,” Elsa says.

Apple blanches. She clears her throat. “Well, all right.”

More than a little lost, Cassie is grateful to be in the background. She watches with interest as Kylie flings the die. They all peer at the result.

“Mm. Yeah.” Kylie takes a huge pull and slams her bottle again, rattling the little figures. “See?”

Wide-eyed, Apple stares at the twenty.

“How it’s done, right? I’m just built different, you know?” Kylie tosses her hair.

“Fuck yeah.” Elsa thumps her back, then turns to Apple. “What’s that actually mean? What happens now?”

“Um, er,” Apple says, visibly panicking. “Er, all right. That’s a successful role. Er, Ossor arrests Selona with his, um, manly gaze and powerful physique. She melts to his advances.”

There is silence.

“Where’s the sex scene?” Elsa demands. “I was promised a sex scene.”

“That’s not true,” Apple says.

“What’s the bloody sense in you listening to that romantasy smut 24/7 with your autism headphones if you can’t do a sex scene with a centipede?” Kylie demands.

Apple bristles. “Not everyone wearing headphones has autism, Kylie. I didn’t—I didn’t—I didn’t plan language for this outcome. I’m sorry. I didn’t think we would do this.”

“Well, the big hot guy obviously licks every inch of her body and then goes down on her and then a little fingerbang or doggy with tasteful hair pulling until she pees and then she does herself while she watches him jerk off on her tits,” Elsa says. She does a little chef’s kiss.

“That’s just what you want every guy to do to you,” Colby says.

“Sheesh, I’d settle for one guy doing it.”

“Well, your version doesn’t do anything interesting with centipede anatomy, so it sucks. It’s better if the monster stuff is in there. You listen to all the fish guy porn, Apple. You tell her.”

Blushing, Apple puts the die back in the pouch. “Let’s proceed,” she suggests.

“You owe me a shoey,” Kylie reminds her.

“Well, I’m not wearing shoes. I’m wearing slides.”

“Here,” Elsa says.

“Ow!”

Cassie isn’t sure if she should say something. Watching CCL girls throw shoes at each other wasn’t on her bingo card. Elsa does have cute little yellow Chucks, though.

“Do it. Pussy,” Elsa says.

“It’s not hygienic,” Apple says desperately.

“She’s right. She’s absolutely right,” Kylie says, grabbing her empty beers and lurching to her feet. She marches off. “Back in a sec.”

“OK.” Apple collects herself. “All right. You have defeated Selona. She’s happily going to sleep, I suppose. Ossor puts his clothes back on.”

“Nope. Hot guy stays naked,” Elsa says.

“No. You’re not Ossor.”

“Kylie gave me power of attorney before she left. This is what she would want.”

Apple turns to Cassie, ignoring Elsa. “The rotation goes to you, Cassie. That was supposed to be a big battle. I thought it would be exciting. I’m sorry.”

“Uh, no, I thought Elsa’s um, Elsa’s idea for the sex scene was cool. That was plenty exciting. Wasn’t expecting to hear that. This is a party.” Cassie raises her bottle.

“Fuck yeah.”

“I’m back!”

Everyone turns to see Kylie hurrying in with a bottle of strawberry lemonade flavored Svedka.

“Smart. That shit’s 80 proof, Apple. It makes the shoe sterile if we put it in there,” Elsa says sagely. “Hygiene, not a problem. And my feet are sexy and clean all the time, so fuck you. Fuck you,” she repeats, pointing a finger menacingly.

Apple shrinks in her chair and watches with alarm as Kylie gleefully fills the shoe with vodka.

“Apple,” Elsa says, taking Apple’s hand and squeezing it. “You’re doing a great job, but I can personally guarantee that this will be better if you are fucked up beyond comprehension.”

Apple doesn’t look convinced. In her panic, she glances at Cassie, who stiffens.

Cassie is a stranger and a guest in this place. She doesn’t feel as though it’s her place to insert herself, but it is a little unfair how Kylie and Elsa are coming on so strongly with this middle school level peer pressure. On the other hand, Elsa’s almost certainly right. A drink might definitely do this Apple girl some good.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” Colby assures Apple. She glares at Kylie and Elsa. “She doesn’t have to if she doesn’t want to.”

“Course she wants to,” Kylie says.

Apple sweats visibly as she tries to make up her mind whether she wants to impress everyone or cling to a shred of common sense and weather their judgment. She looks intense; this could go either way. Maybe she needs a nudge or a rescue.

Join Kylie and Elsa and encourage Apple to do a shoey of strawberry lemonade Svedka?

Or intervene on Apple's behalf?