CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40

I could barely breathe, tongue working frantically, cock hammering into Tessa’s soaked cunt as she slammed down again and again. The girls were moaning, taunting, laughing, using me like their toy—and I was drowning in it.

I couldn’t hold it anymore. My whole body tensed, my hips jerking up into Tessa without control.

"Fuuuuck—!" I groaned into Jasmine’s dripping cunt as the orgasm ripped through me, brutal and sudden, like a dam breaking. My cock exploded inside Tessa, pumping shot after shot of hot cum deep into her, the release so violent my vision actually blurred for a moment. She moaned, grinding down to take every drop, her nails digging into my chest.

"Oh my god, he’s flooding me," she gasped, shuddering as I filled her. "Fuck, it’s so much."

Jasmine finally pulled herself off my mouth with a wet pop, standing and smirking down at me, my face a mess of her juices. She crossed her arms, amused, watching me twitch and gasp under Tessa’s pussy.

"Well, well," she teased, tilting her head. "How’d you like our little dom play, huh? Good, right?"

I groaned, catching my breath, still throbbing inside Tessa as she milked me with slow squeezes. "Good? Yeah, it was... meh. But, honestly..." I gave her a crooked grin, "Compared to some of the insane shit I’ve seen online, it was pretty vanilla."

Jasmine raised a brow, laughing. "Vanilla, huh? You’re lucky I don’t make you crawl across the floor and beg for water."

Tessa leaned forward, panting, still catching her breath as she slowly slid off me, letting my softening cock slip out with a wet squelch. "Mmm, don’t tempt her. She’ll actually do it."

I groaned, sitting up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I’ll keep that in mind."

Jasmine stretched, smirking down at me. "Don’t worry, don’t worry. We won’t ’dom’ you again." With that, she padded off toward the bathroom, her ass swaying as she called over her shoulder, "I need a shower. Anyone coming?"

"Nah..." I replied. "I need to... phew. I need to catch my breath. You go ahead."

"Okaaay," She breathed out, exhausted. "It’s good cardio for me, I swear. We should do this more often."

"As if you need to lose weight." Tessa teased. "Right."

"Hey, still, it’s healthy." She chuckled. "And fun. Getting your pussy fucked by a ’magician’ here."

"Magician, huh?" I muttered. "I like that name."

Jasmine blew me a kiss and walked off.

Meanwhile, Tessa suddenly snapped her fingers. "Oh shit—the food!" She rushed back to the pot on the stove, muttering, "God, it was about to burn..." She stirred furiously, fanning the steam as if nothing had just happened.

I chuckled, standing up and reaching for my clothes. My legs felt weak, my head still buzzing from the orgasm, but reality was already creeping back in. As I buttoned my shirt, my thoughts shifted from the messy floor and the girls’ laughter to Kayla—the problem I still hadn’t solved.

Convincing her. Getting her to play along with the "AI video" story. Figuring out a way to keep Richard’s relationship from collapsing.

I sighed, tugging my jacket on, my jaw tightening. Fun was fun—but shit was about to get serious again.

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Tomorrow, ten in the morning, I pushed the glass door open. The bell above gave a soft ding, and I stepped inside. The place was quiet—two students glued to their laptops in the corner, some old guy sipping tea by the window. Otherwise, it was pretty empty.

And there she was. Kayla. Standing behind the counter in that snug coffee shop uniform—black shirt tucked in tight, apron hugging her waist. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, a few strands falling to frame her sharp face. She was jotting something on a notepad when the guy ahead of me ordered, her tone professional, clipped, no-nonsense.

When I slid into line and she finally spotted me, her expression shifted. For a moment, her jaw tightened, eyes narrowing. But then the girl working next to her nudged her arm, whispering something I couldn’t hear. Kayla forced a strained smile and turned back to me.

I gave a half-smile. "Americano. Large."

She tapped at the register. "Name?"

"Evan."

Her lips twitched almost like she wanted to scoff but held it in. She typed it down, and I slid my card over, tapping the reader.

Transaction beeped. Done. I stepped aside, found an empty stool along the bar, and sat down, leaning my elbows on the counter.

I watched her move. Watched her scoop grounds, press them down, hit the machine. Her hips shifted with every step. That apron didn’t do much to hide the shape underneath—round, perky ass stretching her skirt just enough to show off the curve. Her tits pressed against the black shirt when she leaned forward to grab a cup, fabric clinging in ways it probably wasn’t designed to. Even the way her shoulders flexed as she worked the espresso machine had something sharp, commanding about it.

Kayla wasn’t just sexy. She was the type that knew she had the room’s attention when she wanted it—and punished you for looking when she didn’t.

The hiss of the steamer filled the silence. She poured hot water, topped it off, slid the cup my way.

Her eyes lingered. For the first time, she really looked at me.

"You look... strange," she said, voice low but not unfriendly. "Like... you weren’t looking like this when we first met."

I gave a little shrug, wrapped my hand around the warm cup. "Started some skincare routine."

Another lie. Charm points. That was all it was. But no way in hell I was going to spill the beans about that. I took a sip instead, letting the bitter coffee sit heavy on my tongue, buying myself a pause before I steered the conversation.

"Listen, Kayla," I said, setting the cup down with a soft clink. "About Richard... this whole thing doesn’t have to blow up. If you just tell Mendy the video’s fake, that it’s some AI crap, people fall for that all the time, then she won’t have her heart broken over it. Richard gets a second chance. You move on. Everybody wins."

Her brows pulled tight. "No."

The way she said it, flat and final, made the air between us dense. I tried again. "Come on. Just once. Do this, and we can all get out of this mess."

She shook her head, arms crossing under her chest. "No. You don’t get it, Evan. I’m not covering for him."

I dragged another gulp of coffee, hotter than before, letting it burn a little at the back of my throat. "Why not? I mean—"

Her eyes hardened, but her voice lowered. "You think I’m angry because of the sex? Because I let him do what he wanted?" She leaned closer, and for a second, her expression almost cracked. "I’m angry because he lied. He had a girlfriend the entire time. Lied to my face, told me she was single. Fucker cheated on Mendy because, what, I let him do anal?"

I nodded. "I know what you mea—"

She glanced away, jaw tight, then added more quietly, "And the worst part? I had a boyfriend too once. He cheated. That fucker was no better than Richard. That’s why I hate guys like him. Liars. Cheaters. They ruin people. I won’t help one of them again."

I stayed silent, gripping the cup tighter, watching her fight the tremor in her hands as she folded them back across her chest.

"Come on," I muttered. "Just... look, I agree with you. Richard is a jackass."

"Finally. Something we agree on."

"But please," I said, leaning closer. "Just—don’t do this to Mendy. Or him."

"No." She said it flat, sharp. "My final answer."

I guess I had to go the oil route after all.

"Okay," I nodded. "Whatever you say."

Her eyes narrowed. "You’re giving up, huh?"

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I’d already blown my last credit on the Sensual Massage Oil, but it would be worth it. Plan A was simple persuasion, and that crashed and burned. Now it was Plan B. A little cheap, yeah. A little dirty. But what other choice did I have?

Problem was... I couldn’t do this alone. I needed outside help. Ivy.

She’d always been quick on her feet, the kind of girl who could talk her way out of a mugging and get the mugger to apologize for wasting her time... or if she was in a bad mood, convince the mugger to jump from a bridge. If anyone could smooth the way, it was her.

"I give up," I muttered with a smile I didn’t feel. "Guess this is it. See you."

"Fuck off. Don’t come back," Kayla shot back, already turning to the next customer.