Suave and debonair

"So...Leah," you say with a smile. "How're you settling in at Ephesus?{if Leah > 0} No more heavy furniture you need help with?{endif}"

"I'm, uh. I'm doing ok, I guess," she says. She tosses some hair over her shoulder with a sigh. "I...I don't really know what to do about this thing with Derek," she admits softly.

"Oh? What do you mean?" you ask. Seeing an opportunity, you head over to the bed and sit down next to her, to "listen better."

"Well, it's just, I - I never really had a boyfriend before, and this...also isn't that? And I'm not sure...what I want, or what I should expect, out of it?"

"Well, he's definitely not your boyfriend. Not just by default," you say. "Yeah, this whole thing with the bracelets is...weird, for sure."

"Right. So he's not my boyfriend, but I do have to do what he says, and I actually kind of like him, but I wish he would...tell me what to do, you know? Like, I don't really know how to go about saying what I want here or figure out what he wants."

"Well he's made it pretty clear that he's interested in you. So if you're interested in him, I suppose that's a good thing..."

"I don't know if I'm really interested. Ugh! I don't know what I want!" Leah sighs in frustration, looking up to the ceiling. You smile sympathetically and put a hand on her thigh.

"I get it. It's tough, especially if you haven't had a boyfriend before..." You gently rub her bare thigh, trying to be soothing.

Leah looks down with a frown.

"Luke, what are you doing?"

"Uh. Nothing? Sorry, I - "

"A-are you hitting on me?" Leah asks, eyes wide. You decide to go for it.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "I know that I shouldn't, and I really do feel bad for the way you're feeling. But Leah, you're just so sexy. I think we ran into each other {if Leah > 0}earlier{else}tonight{endif} for a reason. I can be some of the things you want to be, and you are a lot of things that I love. I can make you feel good, Leah, if you want...shouldn't we try to make each other feel good?"

Not the best seduction speech you could have come up with, probably, but not bad, you feel. Leah, however, flushes bright red and darts away from you.

"Ugh! I - I can't - no. Sorry, I - I just can't do - I can't do anything like that, I - I know you're just saying that to to get in my pants, you don't really mean it. No one ever really means it!" With a little whimper, she darts out the door and disappears, leaving you open-mouthed and wrong-footed sitting on the bed.

Well, that could've gone better.

After you recover from the surprise of your rejection, you sigh as you realize you ought to check on Derek. Thankfully, he seems fine - you've been to enough wild parties in high school to have a pretty good sense of the difference between "passed out from **** poisoning" and "sleepy drunk who's sleeping it off," and he definitely seems to be the latter. After making sure he's comfortably arranged on the bed, you leave him there and head back into the party.

The orgy downstairs is now the only thing happening - even the music has turned off (probably because the playlist ran out and the DJ was off getting head). Yang is still going strong, now fucking a slightly chubby blue-haired girl in moose antlers up the ass (she's loving it, to judge by the sounds she's making). Leah seems to have completely left the party; you can't find her anywhere. Feeling sexually frustrated, you wander the party until an appealing morsel catches your eye: a petite Chinese girl who's been tied to a coffee table face-down, ass up. One of her ass cheeks says "PUSSY," the other says "SLUT," and she's covered in a thin sheen of cum and sweat, so you know what her role is. Unceremoniously you walk up to her, get your already hard dick out, and push it into her tight, wet cunt. The Chinese girl moans as you fuck her viciously, taking your frustration out on her tiny body, and she shrieks when, with your climax approaching, you grab her long black hair and pull her head back, thrusting as hard as you can and ramming your balls into her clit with each pump. After a few vigorous minutes you cum in her pussy, burying yourself in her as you shoot all the sperm you can toward her womb. Finally you slip your softening cock out and put it away before giving her ass a light slap.

"Sorry about that," you say, panting slightly. "W-what's your name?"

"Aaah...this...this slut was named...Tightslit, sir," the girl gasps, looking back at you with dazed eyes.

"Right, sure," you say, rolling your eyes. "But your actual name?"

The girl shakes her head. "N-not allowed, sir. Not tonight. Briana's orders..."

"Hmmmm. Ok, then. Thanks, Tightslit," you say.

"C'mon dude, she's not here for conversation," an older frat bro complains, pushing past you. "Let Tightslit focus on her work!" He pulls himself out and aggressively thrusts himself into the girl, who lets out a shriek. "What d'you say, Tightslit?" he bellows as he fucks her.

"Ahhh! Ahhh! Th-thank you for fucking me, brother sir! This slut...this slut serves the brothers of DOM!"

"Whoooo! Damn straight!" The brother takes a deep drink from his cup as he keeps pounding away at the tiny girl.

You sigh, roll your eyes, and head off. The party has effectively lost its charm for you, and after a few more moments of checking to make sure Leah isn't present, you head out into the night. You crash into your bed when you get home, ignoring Terence's snores, and are asleep within a few minutes. Tomorrow's another big day, after all...