They continue the game

Unsurprisingly, Mary got the job. Her eagerness in learning what it was to be a good seductress (and having a high beauty stat) while displaying a modicum of skill at showing off her "assets" meant that Sarah wanted her for the potential of being a good money maker and Anne wanted her around so that she could possibly play the exciting role of a poor farm girl again some time down the road. For now they put the little sprite-based character in the room marked “Class” which had her put on a cute school girl uniform. Or, what they assumed was a cute school girl uniform by her hair done up in a ponytail. The girl was strapped up to some contraption with the clear figure of a dildo plunging in to her over and over, her own form moving rhythmically with the toy.

With that they moved on to the next few randomly generated candidates. Like opening card packs in some mobile game, randomly generated characters jumped forth from the swinging doors in a short animation that made the normal game look like it was a whole generation behind.

One by one they went through them, Sarah staying quiet just pressing next over and over again while Anne dismissed one at a time.

She still had on her sexy little outfit, the corset thinning her already slim waist and further accentuating her small breasts underneath the see through cloth of her top.

She sat in her chair, leaning over the desk, one elbow on the dark wood, propping up her head by her slim neck. Looking bored as she watched the game’s little sprites and their stats flash across the screen.

“Hm… that one looks kind of fun.” She said as an auburn haired sprite danced on the screen, Anne’s eyes noticing in the little bit of flavor given the word “lesbian”.

Sarah also noticed the term, just stopping herself from clicking next at her friend’s interest. Remembering how the last girl played out she gulped, sweat breaking out on her fair skin at the thought of another show.

Suddenly her vision was… filtered out. Pulled into that place her head goes when taken by one of her many perverted day dreams.

She sat propped up across from the blue haired girl who was in a similar position. Their legs entwined, spread, pussies exposed to one another. With a wide grin and a coy look, her friend dipped her fingers within her own snatch, the slim digits re-emerging slick and dripping. Ever so slowly she lifted that hand up to her mouth, the ever present smile and her dark orbs staring back coquettishly at her.

Heart racing a mile a minute, Sarah didn’t even notice as her own hand traitorously ran along her inflamed lips. A long and euphoric shiver ran along her spine. The thrill of the moment made her want to forget herself, to just embrace this...

“SARAH!”

Sarah jumped in her seat, bumping her elbow against the dark wood of her armrest and shrinking down in the seat, wracked with sudden pain in the limb.

“What are you doing? I asked if we could do this one quick. I have to go soon 'cuz of a… thing.”

Sarah nodded, still bent forward in the old chair, holding her elbow. Realizing her friend couldn’t see her she rasped out “yeah, that’s ok.”