Note to All - No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sexual activity in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
The Room, Part 4 (told from Jordan's viewpoint. Jordan is the main character)
Frank Lambert - male - 48 years old. 5'8", 180 lbs., salt and pepper hair, Caucasian.
Jordan Banks - female - 23 years old. 5'6" 115 lbs., auburn hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.
Jennifer Banks - female - 21 years old. 5'7" 120 lbs. brown hair, brown eyes, Caucasian.
Erin Chance - female - 23 years old. 5'5" 105 lbs., blonde hair, blue eyes, Caucasian.
Jenn and I drove out to see Erin so that I could tell them about my plan. Once we got to Erin's, we sat down, had dinner, and I told them my plan. After eight hours of intense discussion, planning, and coming up with alternatives to any roadblocks that may be presented, we decided to put our plan into motion. The next day, Jenn and I paid a visit to a couple of electronics establishments which would help us pull off our plan without any hiccups. We told Erin to come to our place in Atlanta so that we could get everything set up.
The spare bedroom in my condo became the setting for me and Jenn to become webcam performers as solo performers and as a lesbian couple. If my plan failed, I needed to have something as a backup. After everything was set up, Jenn, Erin, and I went to the building where I worked at and to the room where I would be the cum dump for all of those men. I was shocked that the door to "The Room" was unlocked. That was good, though, so we didn't have to worry about picking the lock. Before we left, I went to Mr. Lambert's office to see if the door was unlocked and I found that it was.
I saw the oversized golf ball and the thing that looked like a switch. When I pushed on it, it popped out and I discovered it was a flash drive. I removed it and took it to my office. I inserted it in my computer on my desk and what I found shocked me. Everything was starting to make sense. The sheep was, in fact, a wolf. I pulled a thumb drive out of my purse and downloaded all of the files from Mr. Lambert's flash drive onto it. Once the file transfer was complete, I logged out of my computer and took the flash drive back to Mr. Lambert's office and reinserted it into the golf ball. When Erin and Jenn had finished their mission in "The Room", we left.
Every evening, for the next few days, I studied all of the files on my thumb drive. They were all the financial dealings that Mr. Lambert had with approximately 50-60 different male clients and all of the transactions were on dates that were consistent with the nights "The Room" was being used. Also, I discovered where Mr. Lambert lived as his address was listed as the primary address for all of the transactions.
It was Friday evening and it was showtime. I was wearing an earpiece under my rubber mask so it was undetectable. Jenn and Erin were listening in from my place while watching concurrent video from the hidden cameras they had installed while I was retrieving the information from the flash drive. The video was being transmitted to them from equipment I had hidden in the credenza behind my desk in my office. I had on my thong and heels and walked around to flirt with all of the men who would be dumping their cum on me. Jenn and Erin talked into my earpiece to keep me positive and focused.
It was time to lay on the table and watch the men cum on me. One by one, they stripped and began to pleasure themselves as they stood around me. Jenn and Erin told me to talk dirty to them and to encourage them to shoot their cum on me. I was actually disgusted by the whole thing but I knew I had to go through with it so that I could succeed at what I had set out to do. One by one, each man approached the table and shot his cum on me. My breasts, stomach, and legs were soaked with cum at the end of the evening. I had never wanted a shower so bad after that first night.
The next night, I decided to masturbate as the men jacked off on me. I pulled my thong to the side so that they could see my pussy. Each of them wanted a good look at my pussy as I rubbed myself. I moaned and squealed, pretending to enjoy myself. Jenn and Erin talked into my earpiece, both telling me they couldn't wait to eat my pussy and make me cum for real. Once again, the men dumped their cum on me as I faked cumming for them.
The following Friday and Saturday night, I made a point of walking around to each man and rubbing their cocks through their pants, telling them how excited I was for them to cum all over me. I was determined to have them all worked up so that they would cum faster and I could get the hell out of there faster. It was kind of like a shampoo bottle, except we were dealing with cum --- Flirt, Cum, Repeat.