Chet.

“Hey there, soda.”

Felicia’s head wheeled around, and the face she saw made her squeeze her eyes shut as she bit back a groan. It was the man who had fucked her--Chet, apparently, according to the Wall of Shame. He was regarding her with a hint of a smirk, sipping from a can of beer with his blue marker still hanging across his bare chest.

“Are you feeling a little empty?” He took another loud sip of his beer. “I’d be happy to fill you up again, if that’s what you’re looking for.”

Felicia felt her cheeks flush with heat. She opened her mouth, trying to land a witty retort, but she felt her mind blank. Instead she tore her eyes from him, looking out at the setting sun with a grimace, only managing to lamely hiss, “Shut up.”

He only took her advice for a moment; she could feel his eyes burning into her during the brief silence. “Must be tough, being the only loser earlier.” Another obnoxiously loud sip. “I know if all my bros had caught your sisters and I’d come up empty, I’d be hearing about it all week.” Sip. “At least until I could get a win to pull even.” Siiiip. “‘Course, you don’t have any hope of that. We promised to leave your sisters alone if they won.” Sip. “They’d have to bring the challenge to us for us to get a shot at them.”

Lisa felt her breaths coming shallower and shallower as she listened to Chet. It was like he could smell what she was thinking.

“I bet they could be convinced to risk themselves to pull another one on us though. I saw the way they watched you when they ran by, while I was plowing some respect into your hot little cunt, while you were squealing as you came on my cock.” Siiiip. “And I bet you’d love to see them in the same spot you were--stripped naked, face down, ass up, getting pumped full of DKM cum in front of a crowd, their O-faces joining yours on our wall of shame…”

Felicia stifled a moan, as images rushed to her mind of each of her sisters. Beth on her back on a picnic table, her pert little breasts bouncing as a meathead frat boy pounded her pussy, her head tipped back over the edge of the table, mouth and eyes wide as she screamed in pleasure. Sarah, her long, lithe body bent in half as her hands gripped her ankles, grimacing in ecstasy as a member of DKM buried his cock to the hilt within her wet folds.

And Lisa--fucking Lisa--Lisa, who had teased her the most--Lisa, who wasn’t on birth control because she didn’t like how it messed with her sex drive--Lisa, who might get herself knocked up if she dared play this dangerous game again--on all fours like Felicia had been, surrounded by a circle of men jerking their dicks, gritting her teeth around her own bikini bottoms as some dumb jock shot his load into her pussy.

Siiiiiip. “I get the feeling I’m not the only one who likes that idea.”

Lisa shuddered. It was like this douche was somehow inside her brain.

“You know, with a little help from someone those girls trust, we might just be able to lay a little trap for them… Provoke them into challenging us.”

Felicia’s head snapped around to face him, her eyes wide. Was he suggesting that she might sell out her sisters? Try putting them in a position where they might risk another run-in with DKM?

And was she really considering doing it?

“Are you… Are you asking me to set my sisters up?” she asked, haltingly.

Chet shrugged, tossing his empty can to the dirt as he did so. “I’m not asking anything. Just speculating.” His smirk widened to a lecherous grin as he added, “But if you wanted to set them up--to see them humiliated the way you were--I might know some guys who be persuaded to help you out.”

Felicia looked back over the water, focusing on the reflection of the setting sun as she swallowed back the lump in her throat. She knew it was wrong to help this douchebag, to set her sisters up… But then, it was wrong of them to tease her so much. And she feared the only way to keep herself from saying yes was to keep herself from talking.

She heard the sand behind her squish with footsteps, and soon felt the feat of Chet’s breath on her ears. “Would you like that, soda?” he whispered, before she felt his hot tongue slide over the edge of her ear, causing her to gasp. His hands slipped around her bare waist, and she could feel his cock pressing against her back through the thin fabric of his swim trunks.