Seeing absolutely no other way out of the situation, Vic agreed to Marcia’s terms, and went to visit Kit and Laine in their room. It was evening, not quite bedtime and part of him was hoping that they would not be there, Marcia would change her mind, and then everything would be smoothed out without needing to prove anything.

“So you and Sabor, are you like … dating now?” Vic asked as the two of them made their way to the girls’ dormitory.

“Are you being weird on me again?” Marcia asked.

“No, no, no, just asking.”

“Right,” Marcia said dubiously, and Vic wondered if he managed to blow it already. “But eww, no, definitely not. That was just … I don’t know, it was fun, but …”

“Never again?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say it that definitively, but I would need to be in a mood.”

They had by this point reached Kit and Laine’s room, and this is where he thought Marcia would leave him.

“So, I … guess I’m getting in there,” Vic said.

“You? No, no, I’m going with you.”

“What?”

“You told me you weren’t going to be weird, so I’m going to see it with my own eyes.”

Vic blinked blankly at her a few times until part of his brain woke up to tell him that he better keep moving. So without further argument, he knocked on the door of Kit and Laine’s room. There was no answer, and he was surprised to find that what he felt was disappointment, so he knocked again, more forcefully.

After some more silence, the door opened, and Kit and Laine’s both stood there. Kit was all dressed up in black lacy lingerie with garters, while Laine was wearing a little night dress, cut so short it almost revealed everything and hanging off her shoulders by puny thin little straps. As she absently wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, Vic thought that his suspicions about the two of them were correct.

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“Oh hey, Vic,” Kit said in a shrill voice, “Why are you here?”

“Uh,” Vic hesitated, “I think we might have some unfinished business from last week.” Kit and Laine broke out into wide devious smiles as they exchanged a look.

“Is that right?” Kit said. “Wait, what’s she doing here?” she asked, her expression souring as she saw Marcia hanging out to behind Vic.

“I’m here to watch,” Marcia said calmly, seeming to completely ignore Kit’s tone.

“She’s here to watch,” Vic agreed.

“Is that right?” Kit said slowly with her nasally voice, and then looked at Laine. Vic wasn’t sure what silent conversation may have passed between the two of them, but then Laine was saying, “Alright, come in, maybe you’ll actually learn something.”

Kit and Laine led them through heir common room into their bedroom, where Vic was not entirely surprised that they had pushed their beds together to form one large bed. What did shock him slightly was the absolute array of paraphernalia that covered one of their desks – dildos, vibrators, butt plugs of various different sizes left no room to question what went down here most evenings. Kit and Laine seemed to pay no mind to Vic’s staring.

Instead, Kit motioned Marcia to a chair, “Why don’t you just sit here and stay out of our way.”

“Gladly,” Marcia said, settling into the chair too much like a curious spectator.

“Well,” Laine said, “The two of us aren’t leaving anything to the imagination. So how about you join us?” Laine nodded in the direction of Vic’s pants.

“Just like that?” Vic asked cautiously.

“Yes, yes, don’t be shy,” Kit urged on.

It was an odd sensation, between this much on display, but he committed to not being weird, so he dutifully took off his pants and underwear, and stood there presenting himself to the room of three girls.

“Oh, so he is shy,” Laine said with a small laugh. Yes, embarrassingly enough, being in this situation did nothing for Vic’s libido at the moment, so he was presenting them all with a very flaccid penis hanging between his legs.

“Vic, honey, come, lie down, make yourself comfortable,” Kit said with a slight push to Vic’s chest in the direction of the bed. Vic did as he was told, lying down and against some pillows piled against the wall, his unremarkable winky just lying there. Kit got onto the bed and kitty-cat crawled towards him on all fours. Without any further preamble, she bent her head down and slipped his entire flaccid self into her mouth, including his sack. Watching himself disappear so wholly inside Kit’s mouth woke his blood up, and only after a few seconds she pulled him out, fully hard.