Thankfully Lindsay arrives, which might just make things worse

Thankfully you hear the sound of heels and the door pushes open. Even better you see two fuck me pumps and hose that you'd recognize anywhere. Your mouth opens to greet her by name, then changes it to a lame, "hi."

Looking at you like you're odd Lindsay takes the remaining sink, and pauses to check out her appearance while you do the same to her.

'No wonder Jacob let her jerk him off, she's gorgeous,' you think. With delicate features, the tall woman looks like she must come from Jacob's world of riches, and you can't help but wonder what she's doing here.

"I'm Wanda," says the woman beside you, placing a not-delicate hand on your arm that demands your attention.

"J-Jenny," you stammer, and you get the sense that your flustered response excites her as her eyes light up in a predatory way.

Tearing your eyes from her you look toward Lindsay. "And you?"

Lindsay blinks, pausing with her hands mid-way to the sink, and looks at you in mild surprise. "I'm Lindsay.

"Nice to meet you, Jenny," Wanda emphasizes your name.

"Great to meet you, too," you say enthusiastically, looking at Lindsay, then remembering to smile and transferring your excited look to Wanda for the sake of politeness.

Realizing things might go off the rails any moment in this odd conversation you decide to advance things.

"So... is that big man you were with your... boyfriend?" you ask Lindsay, and feel Wanda's fingers tighten on your arm.

Sighing as she puts her hands beneath the faucet Lindsay turns to you. "He's my date. A bit rough and all, but a girl likes to slum sometimes."

Rather than be disappointed by her answer you try to figure out what to say next. No one would describe Jacob as rough, would they? Well, aside from in bed, where he's definitely a bit of a clueless brute.

"Not to be rude, but why the interest? Do you like rough brutes? You looking for a threesome?" Lindsay looks at Wanda. "A foursome? More?"

Letting your smile grow even bigger and fighting to project lust, you nod vigorously, giving each woman a big smile. Your discomfort lends it a shy edge that Wanda loves, while Lindsay looks at the two of your with amusement.

"I've been trying to find someone to give me what I need, but all I meet are.."

"Wimps? Pussies?" Lindsay smirks.

"Ah. Right. Well, I like them big and rough. You can get as many of those as you want," you wink. "Just so long as the focus is me. Uh, us," you gulp, losing track of where you were going and shutting up before they misinterpret things.

"You're not here with anyone?" Wanda presses, both in words and with her body, her large body pushing against your small one.

"Uh, no... I mean, not anyone important."

"Not important? Well, would you like your date to come?" Lindsay winks, looking as amused as Wanda looks hungry.

"Oh. No no, I'll get rid of them so I can, uh..." you glance back and forth. "It's a new relationship anyway, and I don't feel like being tied down by him.

They, of course, assume you like literally being tied down, and with the bruises, hickies and scrapes covering your front and so clearly illuminated by the bright lights above the mirror they've come to their own firm opinions on what you like and what's about to happen.