SSMM Ch15

“I’ll help,” Ava tells Karina with a shrug. “I guess you can tell Cristy because I can’t find her anywhere.”

“OK,” Karina replies. Maybe she took a hit from a cart or something; she seems pretty checked out. Hopefully she’ll get it together for their little presentation tonight.

Ava lets herself out and heads downstairs in time to see a rather icy-looking Audrey stride stiffly out of the big sitting room toward the middle of the house. Ava pauses on the stairs and watches her go, then descends to find that the short hall and the sitting room are dark. No, not quite: light is flickering. Ava approaches curiously and suggestive sounds only stoke that curiosity.

There’s a huge TV in this room, mounted over a pair of probably custom-made, half-circle-shaped couches or sectionals with reclining backs… Ava doesn’t even know the word for them. This is clearly Viv’s version of a home theater. It’s magnificent. And someone’s using it to watch porn.

Ava’s no virgin, but she’s still taken aback by seeing it so unexpectedly and also so large because she’s just realized it’s not a TV. It’s a projector. Digital, but still.

The porn is amateur… it’s not professionally lit or anything. The phone or the camera is in the hand of someone on a bed, over a blindfolded girl wearing nothing but a blue bra. Her coppery hair is a mess and her face is flushed. She’s fit but with the wide hips and perfect thighs of someone truly genetically gifted. She’s shaved down there, and her nether region is as red as her face.

The person with the camera is teasing her, although most of that isn’t shown. Ava imagines fingertips brushing smooth legs. The camera mainly stays on the girl’s upper half. She’s not making a lot of noise; just breathing hoarsely and letting out little gasps.

Then there’s a big gasp and her back arches. The camera jumps down, and Ava gets a glimpse of a single finger penetrating the girl’s shaved pussy. The breathing becomes increasingly ****, although the one on top is clearly in no hurry. The camera gets closer to the girl’s face, close enough that her panting fogs it for a moment.

Ava folds her arms and shifts uneasily; this girl’s parted lips are such a turn-on. This is not high-quality porn, but it’s… high-quality porn. She bites her lip. It really is impossible to go five seconds without something horny going on in Viv’s house. Was Aubrey watching this? If so, she wasn’t enjoying it. The girl on the bed isn’t Audrey. Or Viv.

A hand appears, caressing the girl’s face and leaving shiny smears of her juices behind, then the camera loses focus, but Ava can tell it’s just being held aside while some aggressive kissing is going on. Then it’s back, and the movements of the girl’s body tell the story of what the camera woman is doing with her hand.

“What the hell?”

Ava jumps, startled. She finds Jane beside her.

“Are we watching porn?” Jane asks.

“Yeah,” the girl in the video whines, then makes a noise like a sob. “Yes! Oh god.”

“I guess,” Ava replies. “I just found it like this. Does, uh… does this happen a lot here?”

“Of course not.” Jane looks around, puzzled. “Who put this on?”

“I don’t know. Aubrey was in here.”

Jane gives Ava a look that says that doesn’t make any sense. Ava doesn’t know what to say to that.

The girl in the video gives a guttural, heartfelt noise. She suddenly thrashes and something gleams in her mouth.

“Wait,” Jane says, cocking her head.

Wait? Wait for what? Ava’s just standing there… watching this girl cum her brains out.

“Is that the wrestling lady?” Jane asks suspiciously.

“Huh? That’s not Chitose.”

“No, the other one. She’s got a tongue ring.”

“Does she?”

“Yeah. What the fuck.” Jane shakes her head, then hurries to the rear of the room and does something. The room is suddenly dark; she must’ve pulled the plug on the projector.

Puzzled and a little unnerved, Ava stands there, wondering what she just watched.

“Hey,” Jane says.

“Yeah?”

“Let’s eat. I made you a plate.”

Ava finds herself in the kitchen with Jane.

“Can I ask how you got this job?”

“I’m a student. I was doing nights with a cleaning service that did the house.” Jane shrugs and twirls pasta around her fork, pausing to take a drink of wine. “I was the young one with big boobs, I guess. She got real drunk one night and offered me a job.”

“She was thinking she’d get laid?”

“Not right then and there, but yeah. My family’s actually pretty well off, but I try not to be like… the worst nepo. So I work and stuff.” She shrugs again. “I think she just assumed that she would have all this power. I mean, she’s not… unattractive. But I have a little pride.”

“So you’ve just been stringing her along all this time?”

“I like attention. And she deserves to be the jealous one sometimes. It’s Karma.”

Ava can just imagine the sorts of stuff Jane can do to drive Viv crazy.

“That actually sounds so fun,” she admits.

“Want to help?”

Ava almost chokes on her food. A lot of people have been asking for her help tonight, but this is different. She clears her throat and wipes her mouth, blushing. Jane gazes warmly across the table at her. Well… being a constant tease must be a little lonely.

“Um,” Ava says, embarrassed. “I’d like to. But, uh… I guess I was softly planning on, you know. Having sex with her.”

“Plans can change,” Jane says.

Ava looks away before her heartbeat goes so crazy that it blows up and makes it look like the kitchen is covered in pasta sauce. Is there something in this wine? No… no, it’s Viv. It’s Viv’s apparent insistence that only really attractive people be in her house.

Should Ava change her plans to ‘help’ Jane with whatever she has in mind?

Or keep her PM date with Viv?