What Happens Next?

The Show Must Go on

Ray's cheeks burn red with shame as she teases her soaking wet pussy. She looks around the guard room, trying not to look at her audience. Whatever embarrassed whimper Ray was making was almost entirely drowned out by Dawn's now slightly obnoxious moaning. Perhaps Ray hoped that Dawn's porn actor impression would distract Andrew, but he remained focused entirely on Ray's every pathetic move. Her eyes found themselves on the growing erection in Andrew's hands. Although she would never admit it, it looked like the sight of Andrew stoking his cock to her was kind of arousing. It was not the first time he had jacked off thinking about her in this way. Well, not exactly this way, but pretty close. While still in no way okay with the situation, Ray seemed to relax a little. Maybe it was actually working?

"Ah, Jesus Christ, Dawn! Can you please turn it down a notch, I think you are enjoying this more than he is."

"Sorry Ray, but you know how I get. I was running a bit late, and didn't get my morning fuck in. Besides, you looks so cute when you get hot and bothered like that. Oh fuck, I just want him to hurry up and fuck you already, enough with the foreplay already!"

Dawn continued to finger herself relentlessly, try to satisfy whatever nymphomaniac urge had possessed her. Andrew was pretty sure she wasn't like this before, but it was probably some weird butterfly effect from one of the rules. Who knows, maybe she was always like this, but just never had a chance to wake it up.

"Shut up Dawn, he'll fuck me when he's ready! I mean, ah, wait! I didn't mean it like that, I don't want you to, uh, fuck..."

Ray sheepishly tries to back pedal from overplaying her hand. If she wasn't embarrassed before, she certainly was now. Andrew knew that this was the moment to strike if he was going to. Or, perhaps, there is a change of plans?