An interrogation

Somehow, the house is even colder than the outside evening air.

Maybe it was down to the air conditioning system having been cranked up. Maybe it was because you were slick with cold water. Maybe it was because your recently waxed skin was still getting used to being bald.

Or maybe it was just because you were terrified of what Rebecca was going to do to you next.

Rebecca pushes you down into a chair, and attaches suction cups to your wet skin; one to your chest, and another to your wrist.

"W-what are you-?"

"This is a lie detector, Sam," Rebecca interrupts. "We've got some questions for you, and we want to make sure that you're telling the truth."

You feel heat rise up your face; something told you that they weren't going to ask you about homework.

"We'll start by setting a baseline with some control questions. Is your name Sam? Are you 18? Are you a virgin?"

You answered in the affirmative to all three.

"Very good. Now, who wants to start? Lizzie?"

"How many times on average would you say you masturbate a week?"

"Err...three or four..."

"Have you ever masturbated to anyone in this room?"

"No," you say confidently, only for the machine to expose you.

"That's a lie, Sam! Tell us the truth; who have you masturbated to in this room?"

You thought that was unfair! Rebecca had asked a different question to Lizzie; saying "yes" was much better than having to drop names, although you suspected that question would have followed regardless.

"Umm...Rebecca...Lily...Danni..."

"What a pervert!" the latter exclaims.

The questions become progressively more personal.

"What are your porn preferences?"

"Err, lesbian...ENF...feet..."

"What's your favourite sex position?"

"Umm...I, err..."

"Sorry, I mean if you ever have sex one day, what would be your favourite position?"

"Well, I...err...don't really know what any of them would be like."

"You look like a missionary man to me."

"Have you ever seen a boob? In real life, I mean, not on the Internet."

"N-no, I haven't."

"Have you ever lied and told anyone that you have had sex?"

"Just my friends. I didn't want to feel left out when they talk about it. Oh, and my mom as well."

"Anyone else?"

"No."

BUZZ!

"He's lying!"

"I'm not! I swear, that's everyone! Your machine must be broken!"

BUZZ!

"Enough, Sam," Rebecca says angrily. "Tell us the truth, or I'll email photos of you to everyone at school."

"F-fine. I...I've told Christina..."

"Why?"

"Because...I really like her, and I thought she'd laugh at me if she thought I hadn't had sex."

To your horror, Rebecca pulled out your phone, held it briefly against your fingers to unlock it, and brought up your phonebook.

"You're going to call her no and tell her the truth."

"What? Rebecca, please, no!"

But the cheerleader was already dialing.

"Don't even think about telling her where you are, or you'll be walking home naked."

You had only moments to compose yourself before you heard Christina's cheery voice over speakerphone.

"Hi, Sam! How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks," you lied. "Listen, there's something I need to tell you."

"Ooo, this sounds intriguing. It can wait until I see you tomorrow, though."

"No! I need to tell you now. It's important."

"Okay, then."

"You...err...know we've talked a bit about our sex lives? Well I was lying. I've never had sex. I've never even gone past first base with a girl."

You hear silence down the phone. Rebecca grins at you. Then-

"Oh, that's a shame. You didn't have to lie to me about it, but it's adorable that you did."

"Christina. Are we still-?"

"Oh, don't worry, Sam!" your crush laughs. "I'm still your friend, I think it's quite cute that you're a virgin. If you ever want advice about how to talk to girls, I'm always happy to help!"

"Well...umm...thanks, I guess," you mumble.

"See you tomorrow, my little virgin!"

"There is one more thing!" you blurt out, as Rebecca mimes a wanking gesture to you. "I...err...I've also thought about you while masturbating."

"Wow, you are being honest tonight!"

"Yeah. I...umm...really like you, so sort of...err...fantasize about you being my girlfriend."

"Ahh, that's cute!" Christina giggles. "Nice to hear that I'm keeping you happy even when I'm not with you! That does explain why you keep staring at me whenever we're in swimming lessons together! Tell me; is it my butt, or my boobs?"

"Well...err...it's sort of everything. But, yeah, probably more the b-boobs."

"Nice!" she laughs. "Well, if you've got anything else to get off your chest, you can tell me tomorrow. Have a good evening, Sam! Happy wanking!"

Another round of laughter broke out the moment Christina hung up.

"Sorry, Sam. I think I've friendzoned you!" Rebecca cried, bent double with laughter. "You must feel better about it, though? There's no lies between you now. She knows that you're a horny little virgin, and you know that she'd never touch you with a barge pole!"

"Ring her back and make him tell her about the size of his dick!"

"Steady on, Tash," Rebecca argues, reasserting her authority. "We don't want Christina thinking he's a complete loser! Besides, Sam's feeling honest now, he'll probably tell her in his own time."

Your stomach rumbles loudly as Rebecca removes the nodes from your now damp body. You'd been through so much trauma in the last couple of hours that you'd forgotten just how hungry your were.

Starving, freezing cold, stark naked, rejected by your crush, and with all of your deepest secrets told to a group of evil girls, you didn't know how your evening could possibly get worse, but you knew Rebecca would have something up her sleeve.