"Don't you want to get ass-fucked?"

"Give her a second," Ward said. Like he hadn't just been rearranging her esophagus.

Paul snorted. "She's fine. Look at her. She's not even bleeding."

Izzy tried to push herself up, but her arms trembled and gave way. She slumped into a sitting position.

"Easy," Mina said. Not unkindly. Her go-go boots appeared in Izzy's peripheral vision. "Give her a minute. She just ate two dicks and hit her head. That's a lot, even for me."

Izzy couldn't make herself be offended by that. The floor was cool and her body was hot. She tried to free herself from the bodysuit. That task took two people, with Mina pulling it up over her arms. Then she was sitting, naked, in front of two strangers--plus one friend. Her nipples were hard, she realized. Whatever.

Paul moved. "You good?" he asked. It was directed at Ward, not her. Of course it was.

"Yeah." Ward's shadow fell across her. He was still bottomless.

"Told you she'd be fun," said Mina.

Izzy's stomach turned. It wasn't a surprise, but she didn't like hearing that she'd been selected for this. She wondered how long Mina had been planning it. Did she have it in mind the first time they hung out together almost a year ago? Had she dismissed other girls, maybe even other employees at the resort? Unfortunately, she couldn't help but notice the note of pride she took in that implication. She pressed her forehead into the floor.

Mina crouched down. For whatever Godfor-fucking-saken reason, her phone was still recording in her hand. "Izzy. Babe. Look at me."

Izzy turned her head. The room tilted forward and back. Mina's sharp cheekbones and perfect cupid's bow mouth appeared out of the fuzz. She was smiling. With a brush of her hand, she tucked a strand of matted hair behind Izzy's ear. "Your pupils look fine, for someone on coke. So you're not concussed. But I guess you didn't hit your head that hard," she said. "You with me?"

Izzy nodded. The floor didn't lurch this time.

"Good." Mina turned her head to include Ward and Paul in the conversation. "Wouldn't it be hot if you both fucked her at the same time?"

"What, like spitroast, or double penetration?" Paul said, like it was a joke. As if Mina suggested they take up synchronized swimming.

"Why not?" Mina shrugged. "She's already here. She's already a mess." Her fingers trailed down Izzy's neck, over her collarbone, coming to rest on the damp fabric of the bodysuit. "And look at her. She's not saying no."

Izzy's mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. No sound came out.

Ward hadn't moved. She could feel him standing behind her, considering. The weight of his attention pressed against her bare shoulders like a hand.

"I've never done that," he said finally.

"Neither have I." Paul's laugh had faded. There was something else in his voice now. Curiosity, maybe. The same look a cat got when it saw a bird it hadn't noticed before. "Who gets which hole?"

Mina's smile widened. She turned back to Izzy, cupping her chin, tilting her face up. "Well," she said thoughtfully, "Paul's thicker. He should probably take her ass. Ward, you're longer—you'll fit better in her pussy. And she's already so wet for you." Her thumb pressed down on Izzy's lower lip, pulling her mouth open. "Right, Izzy? You're soaked, aren't you?"

Izzy couldn't lie. Not with Mina's thumb on her tongue, not with the phone recording, not with Ward's shadow still draped over her. She nodded.

"Say it," Mina prompted.

"Soaked," Izzy whispered. Her voice cracked. It didn't sound like her.

"Good girl." Mina pulled her hand back. She looked over her shoulder at Paul. "You in?"

Paul was quiet for a long moment. Then he stood up from the couch. His jeans were already unbuttoned. He let them fall. "Yeah," he said. "Yeah, I'm in."

Mina clapped her hands together and cheered. "Ward?"

"Fine."

"Perfect." Mina turned back to Izzy, and now she was crawling closer, straddling Izzy's hips without putting any weight on her, the phone extended in front of her like a third eye. "Okay, Izzy. Last chance. Do you want to get DPed?" Dee-pee-d. Through the haze, Izzy recalled the term from hurried glances at porn, which had always seemed too intense for her to handle. Not too intense to want, but too much to face up to. The way she said it made it sound so brutal.

Izzy looked up at her, and the red light on her phone. Mina's eyebrows were arched perfectly. Her tongue touched her upper lip in anticipation. She could see how much Mina wanted this. From there, she knew how much it would cost her to say no. She nodded.

Mina's expression flickered. "No," she said. "Use your words. I need to hear you say it. Tell me what you want."

Izzy swallowed. Her throat ached. Her face was a ruin of dried cum and ruined mascara. Her pussy was still pulsing. She looked directly into the camera lens and felt something inside her break. Or maybe it opened up.

"I want," she said. Her voice shook. She steadied it. The words she needed to say to make Mina happy were very clear. "I want to get fucked in the ass and the pussy at the same time."

Mina's smile was incandescent. "Good girl," she said. And then she leaned down and spat, right onto Izzy's face. Izzy's tongue darted out to lick her lips automatically. She swallowed it down.