Veronica’s friend Ayane

Looking through Veronica’s contacts, you see a lot of names... Your **** must be popular! You decide to only invite one; while it would be nice to have a whole harem, you’d rather focus on training the girls for now.

You quickly scroll through the list, then stop on a random name: Ayane.

“Tell me about your friend Ayane,” you say, glancing at Veronica.

“Oh, Ayane is a great choice! Her mom was a fashion designer in Japan, so she took up modelling.” Taking the phone, Veronica pulls up some pictures of an Asian girl. She's posing in a variety of outfits, from Chinese dresses to bikinis.

“Damn, you're not kidding... Nice rack, and her legs too...”

“Yeah... My sister's a little jealous of her.”

"Hey!" Still kneeling on the floor, Tiffany crosses her arms and gives Veronica a stern look.

“Okay, Ayane it is,” you murmur, dialing her number. “Say, why don’t you two eat each other out while I call her? The winner'll get a special prize.”

"Ooh, yay!" Tiffany bounces up and down with excitement. "John always gives the BEST prizes. C'mere, Sis!”

The phone begins to ring while you hear the sisters moan in ecstasy. After three rings, she answers.

“Heeey, Veronica! Haven’t seen you in ages. How're you doing?”

“Sorry, but this is John. Veronica is, uh... Occupied.” You give the sisters a glance; they're on the floor in a passionate tangle, hungrily licking at each other.

“Oh... Well, nice to meet you, I guess. Are you a friend of Veronica's?”

“Yeah, you could say that,” you chuckle. “She wanted you to come over and help her... Practice.”

"Well, I'd love to come over, but..." Ayane's voice is uneasy. "I have a photoshoot with my Mom later, and it’s super important so..."

“Hey, I’m sure missing one shoot won’t hurt anyone,” you say with a smirk on your face. “In fact, let me talk to your mom.”

“Um, really? Oookay... I’ll be right back.”

You hear faint voices through the phone. One of them sounds angry, and after a minute someone picks up the phone. “Who are you," she barks in a heavy Japanese accent, "and who the hell do you think you are!?”

“Now now, ma’am. All I’m asking is that you let your daughter come over and have some fun with me.”

“Oh, is that all?” Her tone is noticeably calmer. “I guess we can reschedule, then. Sorry for snapping at you.”

“Don't mention it,” you say cheerfully. “While your at it, give your daughter a few sexy outfits to bring along.”

“Okay! She'll be there soon. Sorry again!” With that, Ayane's mother hangs up.

Grinning, you look back to your slaves. “Alright girls, we're going to have some company very soon.”

Veronica gives you a lopsided smile, still out of breath from being eaten out by her sister. “Can't wait!”