Get to cleaning

Tom storms off to clean himself off, you doubt he'll be staying any longer than absolutely necessary.

Sarah leads you to the cleaning supplies. "You've been a naughty, naughty boy, John, you will be making it up to me."

As she says this, she takes your balls in her hand. First it's just pleasurable, then it becomes a mixture of pain and pleasure, and finally it just becomes pain.

"Yes! Yes, Ma'am!" you exclaim a little louder than you intended, worried you were about to be desexed if you didn't respond the right way.

"Good boy, now go clean that mess up, I certainly won't be helping you," she then looks down, smiles at what she sees, and walks off.

It's not hard to see what inspired that smile. Your cock is a proud soldier standing at attention.

"Traitor! You are supposed to be on my side!" you think to yourself.

Mental note 1: Sarah is kind of scary. Mental note 2: At least a part of you likes that. Something to consider later when you are less emotional.

Getting back, Nicole offers to help you clean. It's less gross than it could have been, basically just wet paper. What a dumbass!

It's a bit awkward though. Nicole is still topless but for her black bra barely covering her breasts. On her knees leaning forward in her black bra helping you clean like the good friend she is.

Her barely covered breasts like ripe succulent fruit within easy reach. Grab them and squeeze them, kiss them and lick them and nibble them, slide your cock between them until you cover her with your seed. All you'd have to do is reach out.

And so Nicole pretends to not notice that your naked cock is hard as a rock, and you pretend that you don't notice her noticing. Again, awkward. Ungrateful traitor penis.

"Thanks for helping me with pukecock's mess here, Nicole."

"Pukecock, you aren't!"

"That depends on whether I'm still angry Monday."

"Stop trying to make fetch happen!" you finish the movie quote in unison with a laugh.

Loud enough for Miranda to hear you, she looks at you both like you lost your minds. That just makes you both laugh harder.

"You are awful!"

"But you love me anyway, Nicole, and you know it. And I thought I might have that with Miranda, her choosing to do it with a future member of the sex offenders registry who sees women as self cleaning fleshlights instead of me kinda puts that in doubt."

"Dude, sometimes you can be such a girl."

"Ah, what would I do without your excellent pep talks? Don't get me wrong, I won't turn down the consolation prize of casual sex, but I'm now wondering if love and sex was a reasonable goal."

Tom finally comes back from cleaning himself off.

"Please, Tom, I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say we all want you to stay," you manage to say with a smile as if you actually mean it. But you let him see it in your eyes that you are mocking him.

He slams the door on his way out. As the saying goes, good riddance to bad rubbish.

You look at your watch. Matt should be coming back with the booze shortly. You hope nothing happened to him.

Maybe Sarah will change the game when he gets back, there's only about a gajillion drinking games.