It was a typical hotel room, only it was smaller than most because it was London. It had the usual dark cherry modern furniture, the usual bedspreads, the usual tasteful carpet. Two double beds. The assorted London landmarks hung on black and white pictures, taken with soft focus and odd angles to lend an air of mystery.
Evan was on one of the beds, his back propped up on two pillows. A half smoked joint in his hand, his other clutching protectively to his fly, fending off a pretty blond's advances.
"It feels weird with them watching like that," Evan said. His accent was English and he pointed his smoking joint at the two girls sitting uncomfortably on the dresser in front of them.
The two girls did everything in their power to look anywhere but in front of them. It was clear that they didn't like what was going on, Evan was sure of it.
That accent sent a thrill through the cute blond every time Evan spoke. It wasn't sophisticated English, but Amber was southern east coast in the States and didn't know any better.
"Your friend doesn't seem to mind," Amber, nodding at the occupants on the neighboring bed.
Evan looked on the other bed. No, Alfie wasn't the sort to mind an audience. Alfie wasn't the sort to mind anything. There with his pants around his ankles, head lolled back, another pretty blond kneeling down between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, while her fingers expertly stroked him down his shaft.
But Evan was the smarter of the two and wasn't quite ready to go against his better judgment. At least not yet, though his swelling cock was doing more to ease his mind than any argument Amber had made.
"Those two made trouble last night though sure enough," Evan persisted. "What happens with I get my pants down and they go running off to snitch again? I barely got out of here without getting picked up by the coppers eh?"
"Don't worry," Amber said, giving up on the zipper and working her hand up and down his hardness. "They won't give us anymore trouble. You know those pills you gave me last night?"
"Yes" Evan said.
"Look," Amber handed him her phone with an exasperated sigh and clicked a button to bring up the pictures.
"Amber please..." The shorter and much skinnier dark haired girl on the desk plead. while a rosy blush colored her face. "You promised you wouldn't show anyone."
"One more word from you," Amber warned. "I'll send it to everyone right now. Do you want to try me?"
"Be quiet," hissed the other girl on the desk. At 5 foot 10, she was taller and big boned. She work glasses and pony tail, and outweighed her friend by a good fifty pounds.
"But Courtney-" Gwen whined, drying her sweaty palms on her jeans.
The look in the other girl's eyes silenced Gwen's protest.
Amber smiled as Evan released his zipper. She quickly made light work of it and his belt. His hard cock springing to attention. A nice cock, she thought as she inhaled his masculine scent.
Evan couldn't believe his eyes as he looked at the images on the phone. The two geeks from the desk. The very same girls that went running for the teachers to snitch on them last night. Who pretended to be so innocent. But these pictures showed they weren't so innocent after all. Christ, they were hard core dykes. Here was a picture of them naked...sixty-nining each other's pussies. Another of them scissoring each other. A spread beaver shot. Fuck it was hot. Hotter than hot, for Evan was a huge fan of lesbian porn. He wanted to see a picture of some tongue on pussy closeups, but then a thought came to him like a flash. He scanned quickly through the pictures. Sure enough, not a single shot showed the girl's eyes. The pills! Why they'd been fucking out of it the whole time. Why they'd been...
"You drugged them and posed them like two manikins, however you liked." Evan said in wonder. "That's why they're not running off to snitch like they did before. You've got those two by the short and curlies."
"Mmmm...huuhhh.." The blond mumbled as she sucked his cock.
For the briefest of moments, the two girls on the desk hopes soared. This boy knew that they'd been drugged and posed in the most horrible manner and finally blackmailed into keeping quiet while these two sluts fucked and sucked and filled the whole room with pot smoke.
Those hopes were soon dashed with Evan's next words.
"You know, we could make them do whatever you liked. Not snitching being just the tip it." he said, holding a picture from the camera up close. "God, this shit is hot."
Amber snaked her tongue around Evan's hard cock, no longer paying attention to what the English boy was saying.
"Wow, you already have these pictures set up to send to everyone in your contacts list," Evan lied. He had no idea how to work the phone other than switching from one picture to the next. "That's mean." Then to the girls on the desk: "You two make out or I'll forward these pictures myself."
With a cock in her mouth, Amber could care less what Evan was going on about. However, the two girls on the desk did. They'd both seen the pictures. It didn't matter that they'd been set up, the damage if those pictures got out would be real enough. They'd be the laughing stock of school. Worse, their parents would kill them.
The larger of the two girl's in particular. Her father was a city councilman. Shit...his career depended on his family being perfect.
All because of these two blond bitches from chorus. Why couldn't they have roomed with some girls from band? Everyone knew chorus was for dumb sluts. They had been right to tell the teacher. And now? Now this was how they were repaid for doing the right thing? Those two bitches didn't even get in trouble ... not a single bit. And now...and now?
So, it was Courtenay that made the first move. She kissed her friend Gwen.
"What are you doing," Gwen whispered. It was bad enough to be blackmailed to keep quiet and watch the deviant activities those two bitches from Chorus class. No way was she going to entertain this dumb ass English hooligan too.
"Don't be a baby," Courtenay said. "We've kissed before."
"That's diffe.." Gwen's lips were silenced by her best friend's. Sure they'd kissed before and hugged too. They'd even held hands. But those were platonic kisses. They were...well to be honest they were just like these kisses. Only there were more of these. Perhaps Courtenay was right, perhaps she was being a baby. If this was all Evan wanted, she could do this...hell, she could even throw in a hug or two.
"I want to see some tongue action and I want to see some feeling up ladies,"Evan said, holding the phone up threateningly. "I'm counting to three, and on the count of three I better be getting some production value for my money."
"One..."
Courtenay once again made the first move. Going in for a french kiss, which Gwen dodged.
"Two..."
