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farce, but we all know where this is headed. They won’t act first, because it will spoil the experiment if they do.
Eyes are on Trevor; Kylie’s hand now inside his pants.
Eyes are on Kylie, wondering how far this will go.
No one knows what to do.
I see someone sit next to me, in my peripheral vision. Logan. He’s between me and Malory, raven-haired and petite, her look decidedly hungry. She’s breathing in full, heavy sips of air, her chest rising and falling practically in rhythm will all the others. Her hand goes to Logan’s leg, just like Kylie’s went to Trevor’s. Then it’s higher. And higher. Logan looks at me as if inviting me to do the same.
Jesus. I’m still aroused. Even after the control room, the energy in here is making my heart beat, pushing blood to all the wrong places. Apparently, public sex turns me on. Apparently, I’m a voyeur and exhibitionist. And Logan’s piercing blue eyes are OMG fucking hot.
When I don’t touch him, he touches me.
One hand, lightly, on the shoulder.
Brushing my hair away from my neck.
I shake my head, and the hand retreats. Doing so doesn’t cool me down. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t even be here. But under circumstances that are more bizarre than normal and less bizarre than these, I think I’d let him keep going. When in Rome, and all. When hot strangers fondle you, it’s rude to not fondle them back.
But after turning Logan away with that small shake, my pussy feels more sensitive, not less. My tits want hands on them more, not less.
Don’t touch anyone. You’re mine.
Holy shit. It’s all I can do, thinking of those words, to not scramble for something, anything , to put inside me.
Whatever strange detente holds the room, it refuses to break. Kylie has Trevor’s cock out now, her hand slowly working its length. She’s looking right at me, the tip of her tongue running along the inside edge of her front teeth. While Tony keeps on explaining and everyone keeps shifting in their seats, dress hems rising, hands exploring, neighbor touching neighbor everywhere but the bubble in which I find myself, Kylie leans down. Still casual. And licks Trevor’s throbbing head. His dick twitches in response.
Don’t touch anyone, Bridget. You’re mine.
I sit. I wait.
Frustrated.
While everyone else crosses line after line, having fun all around me.
CHAPTER TEN
Bridget
My shower is watched. My bed is watched. I’ve already done stuff to myself on the bed, knowing there was a chance I was under surveillance, but I won’t do it now. I can’t be sure who’s watching the mansion’s control room or who will watch a future recording, and I’m not eager to give them a show.
But there’s nowhere to go.
And that makes me wonder if this is also part of the test.
I won’t stand in the blind spot like I did with Erin, just to play my fiddle. I’m not that far gone. The other people here might have serious impulse control issues, but I’m still an entrepreneur with two distinct little businesses out in the real world, where people don’t suck dicks in a group and where, if you get a bit worked up, you have a choice other than succumbing.
I don’t want to take a shower, though I know that bit of rebellion is short-lived if I expect to stay here two weeks and still be tolerable in public. So I splash cold water on my face, then wet a washcloth with the same cold water and run it over my neck and the exposed part of my chest. I’m getting the dress all wet, so I change, quickly and with my back to the room. I’m still fucking turned on, but I think it’s probably from all the sneaking around. Which makes sense. If I enjoyed watching Erin getting railed by Tony and if the display downstairs cranked my motor, I guess I’m into freakier shit than I realized, like orgies and fucking in public. So if I’m paranoid of being naked here for the cameras and am doing my best to keep my parts covered,
Eyes are on Trevor; Kylie’s hand now inside his pants.
Eyes are on Kylie, wondering how far this will go.
No one knows what to do.
I see someone sit next to me, in my peripheral vision. Logan. He’s between me and Malory, raven-haired and petite, her look decidedly hungry. She’s breathing in full, heavy sips of air, her chest rising and falling practically in rhythm will all the others. Her hand goes to Logan’s leg, just like Kylie’s went to Trevor’s. Then it’s higher. And higher. Logan looks at me as if inviting me to do the same.
Jesus. I’m still aroused. Even after the control room, the energy in here is making my heart beat, pushing blood to all the wrong places. Apparently, public sex turns me on. Apparently, I’m a voyeur and exhibitionist. And Logan’s piercing blue eyes are OMG fucking hot.
When I don’t touch him, he touches me.
One hand, lightly, on the shoulder.
Brushing my hair away from my neck.
I shake my head, and the hand retreats. Doing so doesn’t cool me down. Under ordinary circumstances, I wouldn’t even be here. But under circumstances that are more bizarre than normal and less bizarre than these, I think I’d let him keep going. When in Rome, and all. When hot strangers fondle you, it’s rude to not fondle them back.
But after turning Logan away with that small shake, my pussy feels more sensitive, not less. My tits want hands on them more, not less.
Don’t touch anyone. You’re mine.
Holy shit. It’s all I can do, thinking of those words, to not scramble for something, anything , to put inside me.
Whatever strange detente holds the room, it refuses to break. Kylie has Trevor’s cock out now, her hand slowly working its length. She’s looking right at me, the tip of her tongue running along the inside edge of her front teeth. While Tony keeps on explaining and everyone keeps shifting in their seats, dress hems rising, hands exploring, neighbor touching neighbor everywhere but the bubble in which I find myself, Kylie leans down. Still casual. And licks Trevor’s throbbing head. His dick twitches in response.
Don’t touch anyone, Bridget. You’re mine.
I sit. I wait.
Frustrated.
While everyone else crosses line after line, having fun all around me.
CHAPTER TEN
Bridget
My shower is watched. My bed is watched. I’ve already done stuff to myself on the bed, knowing there was a chance I was under surveillance, but I won’t do it now. I can’t be sure who’s watching the mansion’s control room or who will watch a future recording, and I’m not eager to give them a show.
But there’s nowhere to go.
And that makes me wonder if this is also part of the test.
I won’t stand in the blind spot like I did with Erin, just to play my fiddle. I’m not that far gone. The other people here might have serious impulse control issues, but I’m still an entrepreneur with two distinct little businesses out in the real world, where people don’t suck dicks in a group and where, if you get a bit worked up, you have a choice other than succumbing.
I don’t want to take a shower, though I know that bit of rebellion is short-lived if I expect to stay here two weeks and still be tolerable in public. So I splash cold water on my face, then wet a washcloth with the same cold water and run it over my neck and the exposed part of my chest. I’m getting the dress all wet, so I change, quickly and with my back to the room. I’m still fucking turned on, but I think it’s probably from all the sneaking around. Which makes sense. If I enjoyed watching Erin getting railed by Tony and if the display downstairs cranked my motor, I guess I’m into freakier shit than I realized, like orgies and fucking in public. So if I’m paranoid of being naked here for the cameras and am doing my best to keep my parts covered,
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