'So. I sucked off the guy, then ate her out, and then was presumably supposed to do you again when Teen Tits over here inevitably rejected you?' April said, rude but without malice. Mike was too caught out to do much more than nod; it was essentially true, and he
had
wanted to fuck April again - but he'd let his hots for Vicky drive him and in doing so ruined it all. April nodded. She'd just gotten the story - including, albeit reluctantly, the afternoon she'd spent wearing a collar she mysteriously hadn't wanted to find - and was caught up. Victoria still stood behind her impassively, awaiting commands, her shirt hanging over her teardrop breasts, her pussy still out. Subdued as she was, she wouldn't be able to offer argument until the collar was removed, so her state of dress was irrelevant. And although she'd never let Mr. Pizza Dick here know it, April did kind of like being able to see the lady bits she'd just eaten out. Vicky wasn't the
only
bi girl in the room.
'Alright, here's how this works. We're even on the collar sex. I'll even let you get away with the app, the commands and using my collar against me. But this whole bullshit? Using my house for your little drug party, the sex, the beer? You're going to pay for that. And we need to deal with your girl toy over here.' April moved to the couch, cocking one leg over the other, not bothering to dress. Her body had already been the plaything of these three twenty-somethings; she might as well not do them the favour of putting it away. Let it be a little extra humiliation.
'First, you owe me. Four beers, a cleaner's bill, whatever your last weed hit cost you and two blowjobs.' April raised a finger to silence Michael before he could reply. 'Perhaps not in that order or exactly that form, but you
owe
me. Next,' she said, picking up her phone. 'You need to tell me how Vicky here is going to deal with waking up from her little subduction here. And yes, she's going to wake up,' April said. 'You're going to deal with what you nearly put her through. The collar might grant you consent, but you don't have mine or the phone that gives you hers anymore.'
Michael swallowed. His hard-on had long since shrunk so far that he felt like it was nearly inverted. He looked up at the pliant face of Vicky, the collar flickering around her neck. Even now, standing semi-naked, her breasts holding up her top, her slack, freckled face creamy in the dull light, she looked hot as hell.
'Alright. I'll explain it to her.'
'Good.' April said, watching Michael's face fall. He dropped his eyes past the young girl's feet as he understood his consequences. He fiddled with his fingers, rubbed his purpling cheek. After a few moments, and when April didn't command Victoria to do anything with her phone, he looked up. The corner of April's cheek creased as a mischievous grin worked across it.
'Victoria,' April said, thumbing the button. 'Strip-tease for Mike over there.'
A second or two passed, Michael in confusion, April conniving, and then Victoria came to life. She locked her eyes on Mike and put one foot to the side, stepping so that her legs parted. She put her palms to her thighs, slipped them around the insides and up, sliding her fingers past but not over her already glistening cunt. Her fingers split and slid underneath her shirt, clasping, squeezing and then releasing her breasts, and she slid them around her back, lifting her shirt with them but not revealing her chest to him. She stepped closer, leaned in and ran her fingers over the top of her shirt, defining the shape of her two perky, teardrop tits as she ran them back down her body.
'Victoria, if Mike there tries to touch you, hit him so it hurts but doesn't injure him.' April crossed her legs and sat back, watching Victoria from behind as the bare-assed woman thrust towards Michael, rubbing her body sensuously. She sighed and raised her shirt before shimmying it back down, pulling it so it hid her snatch. Mike looked past her at April in bewilderment.
'I never said this was over,' April teased. 'She's wearing my collar, and you could do with a little humiliating. Since I can tell your little chick-a-dee there not to remember this anyway, I don't see why I shouldn't play with you. Remember,
you owe me.
Which reminds me. Vicky,' April said now into her phone. 'Degrade Michael. Tell him things like how silly he is, how small his cock is, how you enjoy fucking all his friends more than him. Don't be too mean, just some shallow confidence play.' The inbuilt AI processed a good way to instruct Vicky's brain on performing the action and sent the command. Vicky moaned.
'Oh Mikey, little boy,' she sighed. 'I'd fuck you, but I'm afraid I need a real man inside me.' April laughed out loud.
'She's better at this than I am! She must have had some of these pre-prepared!' she said over Victoria's next words at Mike, who was squirming more and more now. Victoria leaned in and pulled her neckline apart, giving him an exquisite view straight down her cleavage to her bare thighs below. He barely looked.
'Michael, you'd barely fit,' she said with a grin that might equally as much have come from the effort to degrade him, or from the tease command. 'Real men grow more than they show.' She winked and slipped her shirt over one arm, the breast on that side popping free. She played with the other side, not fully stripping yet. 'Oh Mike, barely able to ask a girl like me for a root,' she said, putting one foot on the arm rest. Mike couldn't decide if he wanted to stare at the cooch a foot in front of his nose or bury said nose into the cushion.
'Vicky, I,' he stammered.
'Vicky, please,' Victoria mimicked. 'Please let me go from your hot strip tease, I don't deserve it, you're too hot for a little boy like me.'
April watched, impressed at the collar's performance. Reasonably, it made sense - the collar sent
commands,
