Questionnaire time

"Let's get to know our new **** a little." Ingrid says, sitting up at attention. "How big is your dick, ****?"

"Don't ask him that." Millie interrupts. "That's a fucking waste of a question. We're going to find out soon enough."

You think you hear Anna let out a little giggle as she drives.

"Have you ever been a **** to three girls before?" Millie asks.

Trying to wrap your head around the surreality of this moment, you focus on the question at hand. You clear your throat. "No."

"How good are you at eating pussy?" Ingrid says with eager delight.

But Millie rolls her eyes. "Why do you want to ask him things we're going to find out eventually. Ask him something like... how many girls have you fucked, ****?"

Hmmmm. This could be a dangerous question. Do you answer it honestly? Would they know if you lied? You decide to embellish the truth a bit. Give a good answer that suggests that you've been around but not too big of a brag. "Twelve you say."

And you hear Millie let out a little gasp. "No shit. Me too!"

Ingrid scoffs. "Amateurs."

Millie gives her a little shove. This scene is quickly becoming both hot and playful... absolutely ridiculous. "Well not all of us went to a fucking lesbian bachelorette party that turned into an orgy." Ingrid gives an innocent shrug. But Millie eggs her on. "Just tell him how many girls you've been with. I know you want to brag about it."

And you can tell that Ingrid does. She gives you a proud smile. "I've fucked something like sixty girls. But only half of that was at the bachelorette party."

"What about Anna?" Millie asks. "How many girls have you fucked, Anna?"

Now Ingrid shoves Millie back. "Anna hasn't been with any girls. She's a good girl. That's why she came to see us, remember?"

Anna clears her throat. "Well..." both Millie and Ingrid seem quite interested. And, of course, so are you. You're very interested. "I mean... I can't compare with you guys." Anna says a little sheepishly. "But I've... I mean... I've been with four girls...." silence fills the car. You feel your hard cock stiffen even more. And you sense that Millie and Ingrid are quite turned on too. Anna attempts to break the silence. "I mean... it was just, like, a one time thing."

"Okay I think we're going to need details." Ingrid pushes.

Anna seems hesitant in a not-really-hesitant kinda way. Maybe she's just happy to be a part of the conversation with these nymphos. "Well I was making a movie and..."

"What movie" Ingrid isn't letting up.

Anna responds. "Pitch Perfect 2. Um, and this co-star of mine invited me to a party."

"What co-star"

"Oh c'mon." Anna says with a gleam in her eye and a smirk. "I don't want to tell tales out of school."

"Whatever." Millie chimes in. "It's Hailee Steinfeld. Everyone knows she's one of the biggest tramps in town."

"And what are we?" Ingrid laughs.

"Apparently not much by comparison. It was Hailee Steinfeld right, right?"

Anna bites her lip anxiously. She's already given away the answer to that.

"So anyway she was like 18 at the time and when I was 18 I was a big old theater nerd. And a party meant sitting around and playing games and maybe drinking some cheap booze. And... well... that is not what her party was."

"Yes!" Ingrid declares. "Surprise orgies are the best orgies."

"Damn Anna" Millie says. "See you're not that much of a good girl. You don't need our help."

"Oh please." Ingrid isn't having it. "This is L.A. Everyone has been to an orgy. My fuckin' step-mom has been to an orgy."

"How do you know that?"

"Who do you think brought her?" Ingrid scoffs. "I've been to seven orgies. Anna's just been to one."

Anna clears her throat. "Well... one and a half."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Ingrid inquires.

"Well... there was stuff happening, but I just watched." Anna smiles. Hearing these tales come from Anna's cute lips is beyond amazing.

"Did you masturbate?"

"Uh... well, yeah."

"Then you participated."

"How about you, ****?" Millie suddenly turns her attention to you. "How many orgies have you been to?"