Thanks and a dream

"Excuse us, Mr. Carter." One of the girls said, her Arabic accent rolling sweetly off her tongue. "I would wish to thank the man who spared us from the rants of our oppressor."

"You mean Valerie?" you smiled. "My pleasure. Her behaviour is not going to be tolerated. I doubt she'll bother you again."

"Thank you, Mr. Carter," the second girl said, not quite looking you in the eye.

"Forgive me," the first girl said. "I am Rayhana Sayegh, while my sister is named Safiyah." You gently shook both of their hands, and Safiyah seemed like she was almost going to faint as she tenderly held yours. "As I said, Mr. Carter, my sister and I wish to praise your boldness. Thank you, again."

"You're welcome," you reply seeing both girls blush, Safiyah slightly more deeply. "Well, if you'll excuse me, girls, I wish to relax a bit. Good afternoon." The girls smile and give little nods of thanks before walking away, Rayhana looking back once at you.

Inside your cottage you slump on your couch, laying back and closing your eyes. Quickly dozing off, you found yourself dreaming. You were in the dark, then in a candle-lit cave. Each candle in its holder seemed to be evenly spaced, and you soon come upon the same area that you'd seen in the secret gathering last night. The candles suddenly burned brighter, revealing carvings of you and several girls in sexual positions. You heard voices coming from the mouth of the cave you entered, and a chain of white-robed figures entered. Two of the cast off their hoods, revealing themselves as girls you had fucked; Margot and Grace, followed by others who had caught your attention. There was Valerie, Sally, and Tamara and the three drunken cheerleaders. They softly began to chant your name. 'Carter. Carter. Carter,' growing louder and more passionate with each repetition. All of the white robed girls, both hooded and revealed, lunged at you, drowning you in a wave of robed flesh.

You woke suddenly, gasping sharply and panting in surprise. There was a sharp knock on your door and a muffled voice calling your name. You give a groan and roll off the couch, staggering to the door to answer it.