The color of her underwear. Again.

It was a little conflicting. I mean, they were the ones who organized AND paid for this (though I fully intended to pay them my part with my next paycheck), so I would’ve chosen option two if given the chance. After all, I wasn’t averse in the slightest to be at the mercy of their every whim and it would’ve been a nice way to pay them back. However… Being the one to give the orders tickled my fancy a bit more.

“Are you sure?” I asked them. “I think you’re giving me a bit much, and I think I could totally act the part of a butler.”

“That would be fun, too,” Sarah said, tracing a finger along my jawline. “But let’s save it for another time. Besides, this hits all our sweet spots the best.”

“Yeah,” Noelle agreed with blushing cheeks. “I mean, Sarah and I are… on the submissive side.”

“She’s shy, so I’ll say it like it is.” Sarah smirked. “We’d like you to bend us over and fuck us while giving us a good spaking.”

“As for us,” Grace said while gesturing to Mila and herself, “we love seeing you get all wild, commanding and dominating. You know, when you’re so into it that you turn into a sex monster.” Grace bit her lip and gently squeezed one of her tits.

Mila shivered, holding herself as if trying to contain her own excitement. “Yeah. Don’t be afraid to tell us to do anything you want, okay? You’re at your hottest when you get like that.”

“I’m on neutral ground, mostly,” Alice said, “but I do agree that you’re at your best when you’re doing what you like the most.” She gave me some intense bedroom eyes and licked her lips. “I’ll be your servant, your maid, your **** or whatever you want me to be.”

I let out a soft, barely audible grunt. Not out of frustration, but at being reminded once again of how we were all huge sex addicts and of how well our individual kinks worked together. Well, it meant I didn’t have to feel guilty. In doing what I wanted, I was doing what they wanted.

Huh. So in the end it did turn into them telling me what to do.

“Oh, and one more thing,” Grace said. “Don’t worry too much about fairness and all of us getting equal turns and such. Do what your cock tells you.”

“If it looks like one of us is getting less attention, we’ll point it out.” Noelle said. Then she giggled. “Though I don’t think that’ll be a problem.”

“We have until tomorrow at 10:00 am, anyway,” Sarah said. “Enough time for three rounds with each of us at a minimum.”

“And three straight rounds is about as much as we can last without breaks,” Mila pointed out with a hearty laugh.

“Very well…” I took a deep breath to, well, get in character, so to speak. Call it weird, but I needed to get in the right mindset. After all, while the idea of being Chad Thundercock who can casually tell any girl to get on her knees or bend over was indeed part of my fetishes… I wasn’t naturally like that. It wasn’t something I’d normally be able to do, but here? With these girls who wanted me to do just that?

I turned around and went to sit at one of the couches. They were the right mix of soft and firm, tailor made to have sex on them. I leaned in and rested my arms on my lap.

“Mila, Sarah, Noelle, Alice,” I began. “Guess the color of Grace’s underwear. I’ll reward whoever gets it right. If no one does, Grace wins.”

Grace began to laugh, Alice and Sarah blinked in surprise and Mila and Noelle cursed under their breath.

“I had a feeling I should’ve asked her!” Noelle lamented, hiding her face in her hands. “Why didn’t I do it!?”

“Dammit. Think, Mila, think!” the Russian girl said, holding her head as if her life hung on the answer.

“Blue!” Alice answered quickly. “She usually wears red, but I bet she’s wearing blue just to do the opposite today.”

“Hey, I didn’t know Oliver would ask that,” Grace said, shrugging.

“I have no idea, so I’m going with Alice’s guess,” Sarah said. “Blue.”

“H-Hey, is that allowed?” Noelle asked.

“Sure,” I told them. “But if it’s wrong, they both lose.”

Noelle pursed her lips. “Alright, alright! Black. She’s wearing black!”

“No, it’s white!” Mila said, pointing an accusative finger at Grace. “She never wears white, so she’ll want to make this one special!”

Grace chuckled and waved her hand. “You’re overthinking it too much.”

“The votes have been cast,” I said. “Grace, if you would.”

Grinning, Grace began to undo her shirt, slowly going through each button. She reached the fourth one and stopped there. There was a collective groan among the other four girls while Grace herself couldn’t stop grinning.

She was wearing red.

“Of all the times… Gah!” Mila groaned in frustration.

Grace chuckled. “What did I win?”

I smiled at her. “Come here.”

I had her sit down next to me. I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her closer and traced my finger along the pattern of her lacy red bra. I found her nipple under it and gingerly rubbed it and flicked my finger over it. Grace sucked in a breath of pleasure.

“It’s a cute bra,” I told her.

“I knew you’d like it.”

I gave her a short but hard and deep kiss, devouring her mouth and tongue for no more than 10 seconds. I could already feel the fire inside me beginning to grow just as Grace’s nipple hardened.

I looked at the bar and all the bottles in it and asked Grace, “The drinks cost extra, don’t they?”

“Actually, we paid a little extra to have it be an open bar,” she answered. “Mila, Sarah and I drink. You and Alice can drink a bit, too. How about you Noelle?”

The redhead nodded. “I do, but I’m a lightweight, so I stick to a cup or two of red wine at special dinners.”

“Should we get some drinks ready, then?” Sarah asked.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to drink or not, but hearing they had already paid for it helped me make up my mind. We were getting our money’s worth, dammit!

“Check if there’s anything sweet for me,” I told her.

Alice walked into behind the bar with Sarah and they began to check what was available. “Noelle, there’s red wine. Any preferences?”

“A glass of merlot, please.”

“Okay. And the rest?” Alice asked the others.

Cuddling close to me, Grace answered. “I want a gin and tonic.”

“Oh, same!” Mila said.

“Oliver, how about some honey whiskey?” Sarah offered. “I think you’ll like it.”

“Sure, I’ll try it.”

Then, while Sarah and Alice prepared our drinks, I turned to Mila. “You brought a swimsuit, right?”

“We all did,” Mila told me, grinning. “Should I put it on?”

“Yes,” I said standing up. “All of you get changed.” I looked down at Grace and offered her my hand. She took it and stood as well, smirking.

“So? Don’t keep me in suspense. What did I win?”

“Would you like to take a shower with me?”

Grace’s eyes shone with excitement and, in a surprisingly swift move, undid her braid and let her hair loose. Also, I was supposed to be the king, but she was the one who dragged me by the hand to the bedroom.

As always, our roleplaying was all over the place, but we liked it that way.

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