The truth

“Shh... don’t look around. Don’t even move your head a little bit.

“So here’s the deal, Tes. You want one last chance? You’re gonna have to throw your friend under the bus.

“If you help me get Millie wheelbarrowed, I’ll let you off completely. No strings attached, nothing. We’ll forget this bet ever even happened.

“All you have to do is get her to drink my special concoction. The Corvins family blend, cleverly disguised in the non-descript brown bottle in the middle of the drinks table.

“Who takes the middle bottle when you might knock the other stuff over, especially when said bottle has no label? Don’t worry, there’s no **** or anything; it’s just a natural aphrodisiac.

“That’s all you have to do... just get Millie to drink the blend. Offer Millie up to me on a silver platter... sacrifice her to save yourself... that’s all you have to do.

“Do we have a deal?”

—

“Good girl!” Barry said, echoing his words earlier. “I knew I could count on you!”

Tessa’s face burned, and she looked down in guilt and shame as she sat beside her best work mate, currently out of it next to her on the couch.

Millie muttered to herself and kept shifting about, tossing and turning her head. Her legs crossed and uncrossed, and her thighs were often squished together in largely futile attempts to alleviate the sudden burning sensation present between her legs.

Her hands kept straying towards her pussy, and she was inches away from losing it and schlicking right there on the couch. A stain was starting to appear on her jeans.

“The family blend’s really something, huh?” Barry gloated. “Let’s get out of here!”

—

Preparations had been made. He’d asked his long-standing workmate to take care of the house for him and lend Barry his van, in exchange for being able to use any of the bedrooms for... pursuits, shall we say.

Under the guise of being a good host, Barry had been prepared to claim that he was leaving to send Millie home with Tes, but it turned out that everyone either didn’t notice or were too drunk out of their mind to care.

Tessa rode shotgun in the black van with tinted windows, Barry smiling all the way to the moon, which hung over them like shame hung over Tes.

She’d just sold out her friend to save herself.

Said friend was currently sitting in the back, leaning against the side of the van, muttering more loudly now and touching herself with her fingers, tracing her inner thighs. Not that sexual yet, but the picture was getting more and more exotic by the second, as her fingers got closer and closer to the source of the heat coursing through her.

Millie was fervently wishing that someone could come and quell that burning sensation, unaware that that wish would soon be granted in a way that she would deeply regret.