Tonya

The blonde girl paused when she saw me, obviously trying not to smile at the dildo sticking out of my mouth. She appeared to be a bit pale, and her breath was minty fresh after an obvious session with some Scope.

I raised my eyebrows. "Mmmppphhhh!" I said, glancing at the bathroom.

Tonya placed a hand on her belly. "I woke up nauseous. Nerves, I guess. I'll be alright."

I nodded. "Mmmppphhh!" I said, pointing to the kitchen.

Tonya made a face. "Coffee doesn't sound so hot right now. I'll try some apple juice instead," she said.

Tonya made her way towards the kitchen just as Laura's door burst open.

I jumped, slightly startled at Laura's abrupt exit from her room. The sleek redhead was, by nature, fairly reserved and not given to banging and slamming things. More surprising was Laura's choice of clothing. The redhead, who was more given to fashion statements and coordinated attire than the rest of us, was wearing a concert t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and baggy pants that were halfway down her hips, exposing her thong. Wire from an MP3 player circled her head, and her lips moved silently to the words of a song. A baseball cap was jammed on her head.

I blinked. "Mmmmpphhh??" I said.

Laura finally noticed my presence and popped out one earpiece. "Oh, hey, dawg," she said.

"Mmmmpphhh?" I said.

Laura popped a piece of gum in her mouth. "Still got a dick in your mouth? Sucks for you, dudette. Anyway, gotta bolt, so I'm out. Peace." And then she headed for the door without another word.

"Mmmmpphh!" I said. Laura had been so oblivious that, had I not known she was twenty-four years old, I would have sworn she was sixteen.

I went back to the kitchen. Tonya seemed to have recovered from her bout of nausea. She was washing down two thick sandwiches with huge glasses of apple juice.

"Mmmppphh," I said.

Tonya nodded. "Yeah, I'm feeling better."

"Mmmpphh," I said.

A few minutes later, Chrissie walked into the kitchen. She had brushed her long black hair, but otherwise, she appeared as if she had just woke up. Which she had. As soon as she saw me, her eyes went straight to the dildo sticking out of my mouth. Her hips seemed to give a twitch.

"Still sucking on that cock, I see," said Chrissie.

I narrowed my eyes. "Mmmppphh!" I said.

Chrissie shrugged. "Blame me all you want. It's bad karma for you trying to double-cross us."

"Mmmppphh!" I said. Tonya had finished her sandwiches, so she grabbed a bag of potato chips and discreetly left the kitchen.

Chrissie walked up to me, smirking. "It's a good look for you, actually. Very natural."

I glared at the bitch. "Mmmppphh! Mmmppphh! Mmmppphh!" I said. I'd told her.

Chrissie lifted her hand and slid her finger over my lips where they were wrapped around the dildo in a perfect "o". "Oh, very nice. At least we know what you're good for," she said.

My belly muscles had twitched at her touch. My eyes widened slightly in surprise, but I covered it up cleverly by saying, "Mmmmppphh!" My fingers slipped under the hem of her short t-shirt and slid over her flat belly.