You're More The Villain With The Velvet Doublet

“Oh man.” You laugh, incredulously taking in the situation you’re in. “Whoever you are, you’re a real bastard.”

“I….know…...right…..?” gasped Kim between breathes as she flailed in helpless need on the floor. Juices leaked out of the belt, staining the carpet below. You don’t know if anyone actually goes down to this forgotten corner of the library to clean, but the next time the janitor makes the trek they are going to find some interesting stains on the floor.

“I…” she tried to say, but then the whirring in the belt sped up, and a moment later her mouth was open in a wide O, incapable of even basic speech. “oh..” she gasped. “Fuck. Fuck. So good. Fuck…..”

That phrase caught your attention. So good. That prompts a closer examination of the girl on the floor. Her sweaty palms. The way her back arched. The look on her face that showed every concern besides reaching orgasm melting away, leaving her a moaning **** set of holes. And a question naturally arises, one you’ve had on the very end of your brain this entire time.

You grab the phone again.

“Did Kim choose to be in this situation?” You punch into the mystery number.

You expect a reply back immediately, but instead you spend the next minute waiting, with your focus on the phone dampened somewhat by the erotic moaning and squealing of the pretty girl on the floor.

“Yes.”

You write another reply into the phone and then grab one of the wooden chairs nearby, and drag it over. The belt’s whirring and vibrating stops again, leaving Kim panting. She looks up at you in confusion.

The text you sent reads:

“I think I’d prefer if Ms. Yun-Seung had a frustrating weekend without me leaving.”