The bathtub and shower 1

The downstairs bathroom was an unlikely place for the planchette to be hidden, but certainly not impossible. When you jogged hurriedly into it the first thing to catch your eyes was the shower curtain, that was drawn closed across the bathtub, almost like it was hiding something. Wrenching it back you find a broken glass, clearly something that a drunk or clumsy individual dropped and then had tried to hide from Sarah. With a grunt of irritation, you ignore that hallmark of laziness to check the rest of the shower. The bodywash and shampoo bottles stand on a metal rack mounted in the corner and you speedily move them aside to check the planchette isn’t lodged in there too. Once you’re sure there’s nothing you’re about to step away, when you get the urge to double check. Stepping carefully around the broken glass you look into the shower drain, checking to see if John Doe had **** the planchette under it somehow. When you find nothing but wet and twisted hair you give up, wiping your hands on your jeans as you step away.

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.