The toilet 1

With a grimace you turn to face the toilet, a porcelain throne in the corner of the room which you were most loathe to search. With every faltering step you took towards it you reconsider your course of action until you were within touching distance of it. With your toes tickling the bath mat you decide to search that first, flipping it up and thoroughly inspecting the tile beneath it to ensure the planchette hasn’t been slipped there whilst you were absent. Once you’re completely sure the planchette isn’t there (and you’re sure you can’t waste any more time), you turn your attention to the toilet itself. The first thing you do is check the bowl, leaning over it and peaking around it’s porcelain circumference to ensure Tom hasn’t dropped the planchette inside. If he had chosen to flush it then there would be nothing you could do, but you doubt Tom or any being that possessed him could think that far ahead. Picking up the heavy lid of the cistern, you peak inside there too. All you find is water and a standard ballcock.

While you’re searching this first location, the quiet smacking of lips and gentle moans of a passionate make-out session never stop filling your ears. From here it’s impossible to tell who’s kissing who and, though you hope the girls are still just making out with each other, you have a sinking feeling they’re not. “Ooh, you’re a great kisser John Doe,” Sarah moans, dispelling any notions you might have held that they were just putting on a show for him.

“Mmm, and your hands are so big and strong,” Miranda chimes in, while you can only imagine Tom’s hands grabbing her ass or cupping her perfect 36C breasts. “Hey, don’t give me too many hickies!” Miranda giggles. As you listen the only thing you can reliably discern are the girls’ voices, that cut through the silent night air like butter. “Oh? You want to get handsy? Two can play at that game! C’mere!” Sarah cries playfully. “More like three!” Miranda adds. You don’t have to think very hard to imagine what part of him they’re grabbing. “Oh wow,” “Oh my god,” “Th-that can’t be real?” “Tom’s always been hung but, not this hung.” Once more the girls crush your doubts and confirm your worst suspicions. The sound of kissing resumes, but now you know the girls are groping Tom’s cock through his jeans, and you also know that it is infuriatingly big.

“Mmph, hey, move your hand!” Miranda protests, breaking the kiss. For a moment you think she’s complaining about John doe’s groping, but you’re quickly corrected. “You move yours,” Sarah replies, a little out of breath. “There’s plenty for the two of us.” Miranda’s not upset that Tom is touching her too much, she’s upset that she’s not touching his big cock enough. “Y’know, instead of fighting over it, maybe we should do something else with all this dick?” Sarah says, her voice low and seductive. In the quiet that follows you pray to hear the sound of Miranda’s footsteps as she gets up to walk away. John Doe is clearly already distracted by Sarah, and he doesn’t seem like a dangerous threat right now, Miranda could just leave the two of them alone and come help you. “I might be interested in that,” your crush replies. Finding the planchette just got even more urgent.