SOL - The tea

“We didn’t have to stop her,” Meghan’s saying. You’re all arranged around the tiny cabin, lit by the pale lamplight. The cabin has two beds, and Kayla’s roommate, Tiffany has returned and joined in. It’s crowded, but there’s just enough room on the two beds for everyone to sit. You just hold your cup and listen. “She stopped on her own, thank God.” She shakes her head, annoyed. “I hate to think how much stuff she got.”

“Didn’t she work for Annette?” Roonie asks timidly.

They’re talking about the phantom paparazzi that kept getting all those candid shots of FUTA girls that were always finding their way onto the internet for a while. That has stopped, and you assumed that FUTA was responsible. Maybe not, according to Meghan.

“She’s Annette’s secretary, but she wasn’t doing it on Annette’s orders. She was moonlighting. Annette still doesn’t know,” Meghan says, finishing off another cup. You are amazed at how she can drink this stuff. It’s sweet and syrupy. You are not complaining, but… you cringe as Meghan knocks back another half a cup.

A lot of tea is getting spilled at this gathering. You have done a lot of things and you are no stranger to scandal, but you’re blushing all the same.

“Should someone tell Annette?” Roonie asks.

Meghan snorts. “Annette’s house is less than a mile that way,” she says, pointing. “Taina says she was out there once and she could see everything. She saw things.”

“What things?” Beth asks, cradling her cup in both hands, and her eyes sparkling. These girls are intensely lusty for gossip.

“She said that Annette was there,” Meghan says, sweeping her hand in a flat line. “Lying down. Naked. And the big Russian coach was there, standing up over her, jerking it.” Meghan uses her hand to mime the gesture. “And she just jizzed all over her.”

Beth’s eyebrows rise and while Roonie turns bright red, Kayla merely turns a little pink.

“Interesting,” she says over the rim of her cup.

“Consenting adults,” Riona says dismissively.

“Point is,” Meghan tells her, uncurling one finger from around her cup to point. “Lisa probably has dirt on her. So even if she knew, I don’t know if she’d have moves that she could make or what.”

“Surprised to hear that Taina got her face out of Emmanuelle’s pussy long to notice,” Riona says.

Roonie raises a hand. “They’re fighting now, actually. It’s really bad.”

“Oof,” Cheryl says.

“You hate to see it,” Jill says mildly, jostling Cheryl, who’s begun to lean on her.

“Hey, what about Pink Team? What’s going on over there?” Meghan asks, her eyes on you.