She reports to the group

Nicole is slow and methodical while sucking Huck's cock on the way home. She teases and draws it out for as much of the road as possible. She pauses every time she hears him grunting and feels his ball clench. "Alright baby," he eventually said. "You're almost home. Finish me off."

And she does. She works him until he unloads in her mouth. Nicole catches as much as she can, swallowing it down to her belly, only a little bit dribbling from between her lips. She sits up as they pull into the apartment complex parking lot. She smirks and wipes the jizz from her chin. Licking it off her fingers. As he parks, he asked is she had a good time today. Nicole nods and leans in to kiss him.

"Woah!" He said, blocking her advance with his hand. "I'm not a fag. After eating my baby batter, you'll always brush your teeth and use mouthwash. Fuck." He stretches across her body and opens the door. "Now get out. I have shit to do today." He pushes her phone, keys, and wallet into her hands.

Nicole's feet hit the parking lot pavement, and the pleasantly aroused subspace she's been in practically spills out of her ears. Huck drives away, and she remembers all she's wearing is a Trump bikini. "Shit." Nicole scurries up the pathway between the apartment buildings. "Please, no one be outside, please, no one be outside," she repeats to herself. She mentally vows to burn the bikini as soon as possible.

As she turns the corner, she notices out of the corner of her eye a group of women grilling out in the courtyard. "Shit," she mutters under her breath. It was Kennedy and some of the other women from the party last night.

"Is that Bicole?" a voice asked.

Nicole scurried to her door. As she ducks inside, she hears Kennedy's voice call out, "what the fuck are you wearing?" Nicole slams the door and heads straight upstairs. If they come to the door, she'll ignore it. She waits for a knock or the doorbell. Frozen and tense. After a couple of minutes, she starts to relax. She was safe - at least for now. Hopefully, she was fast enough that it simply looked like an ugly bikini and not a Trump bikini. Once she feels like she's safe from the wrath of Kennitha, Nicole attends to the most important business: Reporting to her Discord group.

Recapping the day's events is difficult for Nicole because the deeper she gets into recounting the day, the more aroused she feels. It takes all of her willpower to keep her focus on what she's writing and not put her hand into the "Grab 'em by the pussy" bikini bottoms and start masturbating.

Only moments after she hits send, the group comes alive.

Racer5XXX: Holy! What a day! Where did this happen?

WhoreFromHome: I'm not sure. It was in a field like 20-30 minutes west of town.

Racer5XXX: That's all I need. Are you still wearing the bikini?

WFH: Yes, but as soon as I'm done with you guys, I'm taking it off. Possibly burning it.

MrKnight696: You should keep it on.

WFH: I only kept it on because I didn't want to waste time writing out my story.

GoldenOwlPellet: I agree. You should keep it on for the night. Get comfy in it.

WFH: Come on. It's gross.

BettyHeartsJughead: Oh my gosh. I just read the story. WFH, I'm so sorry. I don't think any of us expected this to go so far. Don't you all think we should reel this in a bit?

Racer5XXX: She knows the safeword that will end the entire experiment. She hasn't used it.

WFH: I love you Betty, but yeah, I'm okay.

BHJ: But someone could have recognized you.

WFH: lol no people who were at that fair definitely don't come into town very often. If Huck didn't have construction jobs in town I'm sure he'd avoid it, too. Probably afraid they'll get liberal germs.

MrKnight696: He definitely isn't afraid of getting your liberal germs.

WFH: That...is true.

MonkeyMunki: Betty isn't wrong, though. You do get a little reckless when you've been hypersexual. It's okay when we're playing with you and acting as your guardrails, but you're flying solo with this guy without protection.

RevBlueJeans: He understands the rules.

BHJ: If you say so.

WFH: Hey, it's fine. Anyway, I'm going to get out of this bikini. brb

ReverandBlueJeans; Hang on. Racer5XXX is right for once. You have a free evening, so why not play with us? Keep the bikini on and we'll send you some related tasks.

It was interesting. ReverandBlueJeans didn't often publicly initiate play sessions. He'd usually hang out and watch while others did or he'd DM her. It made the aroused Nicole curious about what he had planned.

WFH: Fine, but I need time to eat dinner. AND I get to burn the bikini tomorrow.

ReverandBlueJeans: Please, get some nourishment. We'll send you the game plan in an hour.