Pupil 33: A Day With Koshka

Koshka’s day started as usual. She woke up early in her room, which was a cell, but it was still better than the one she had had before joining the Crypt Commando.

She needed time to comb her long, silky, white hair properly.

Then, she heard the now-familiar beep from the door, which meant that somebody wanted to talk to her.

“You have a visitor, Koshka,” came a voice from the door’s speaker.

“I’m not at home, come back tomorrow,” she rolled her eyes.

As a response, a portal opened near the door, and a familiar person walked through it.

“Good morning, Aritimi,” Koshka said with a visible forced smile and a glare.

“I got no time for chit-chat. Just put on this and follow me,” Aritim said. She then gave her a metal collar, the type that could teleport her back into her cell if needed.

Reluctantly, she obeyed and closed the collar around her neck, then stepped into the portal.

On the other side of the portal, Koshka found herself inside a huge van with Aritimi and three other people. She recognized the one in the middle, Zara.

“Seriously?” Zara snapped at Aritimi, “She was your best idea?”

“We don’t have the luxury of having too many options,” Aritimi said.

“Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on? Right now!” Koshka demanded, the confines of the van making her feel more trapped than ever.

“Yes, I think you should explain the situation, Timi,” said the older woman beside Zara.

“Okay,” Aritimi nodded, “Start with the introductions.”

“She is my friend, Naomi Lewis. She is the chief of the HSA’s Law Enforcement Unit,” Aritimi introduced the older woman.

Naomi was wearing her immaculate police officer uniform. Koshka could barely see any of her skin aside from her face, but what she saw was almost as pale as hers.

“The HSA have cops?”

“We have a unit that helps the authorities deal with crimes where monsters are involved. Such things like monster trafficking and using monsters as tools and allies for crimes,” Naomi answered. She looked stressed, but not because of Koshka.

“You already know Zara, so let’s skip her,” Aritimi pointed at the last new person, “She is another one of my pupils, Olympia Angelopoulos.”

“Hi!” she said to Koshka and stood up from her chair. She was big.

Olympia was true to her name and looked like someone who could get all the gold medals in any type of Olympic Games. She was 190 cm tall (6’3”) and built like a Greek statue with insane muscle definition. Her tank top and shorts exposed her biceps, abs, and quads, which were ridiculously sculpted. Her skin had a bronze tan, like a bodybuilder in a competition. Her platinum blonde hair was tied into a high ponytail. She wasn’t as absurdly muscular as Urszula, but she was way more muscle-bound than an average woman.

She grabbed Koshka’s chitin-clad hand and gave her a firm shake. Much stronger than a normal human, she thought.

“Okay, and why am I here with you, Zara, the cop, and this bronze behemoth?”

“We need some help from a monster,” Naomi replied, “I mean, we need your assistance.”

“Get to the point, please. I don’t plan to waste the whole day on you,” Koshka tapped on her wrist as if she were wearing a watch.

“It’s about my daughter,” Naomi answered, “Her name is Naiomi, and she is working in my unit.”

“A few hours ago, we were helping Naomi with catching some monster smugglers when we got a call,” Aritimi continued, “Her daughter was captured by the PRA.”

“What does the Paperwork Reduction Act have to do anything with this?” Koshka chuckled.

“Stop kidding! You know it stands for Paranormal Rights Activists,” Aritimi hissed.

“Sheesh, you guys should learn to relax,” Koshka shrugged, “By the way. Yes, I know who these guys are. They are ugly, stupid losers who want to fuck monsters because humans don’t want them. They pretend to be some kind of activists, but in reality, they are just some weirdos.”

“Naiomi was in the middle of an investigation involving them when we lost contact with her. She is still held captive by them,” Naomi said.

“Are you sure it’s not just the shitty human technology?” Koshka looked at her.

“No. Twelve hours ago, this video was posted on the PRA’s website,” Naomi showed her a video on her phone.

The only visible thing in it was a young woman’s plump ass with a big dick pistoning in and out of it.

“Nice ass but what does it mean?” Koshka asked, still looking at the video.

“That’s Naiomi. I can recognize that birthmark above her butt,” Naomi pointed at the screen, her voice thick with concern, “They sent it to taunt us.”

“Okay. And how the fuck I could help you?” Koshka asked.

“Look, I’ve heard a few of the information that you gave as an exchange for better treatment in the Crypt. You had a past with the PRA,” Aritimi replied.

“Yeah, when I was weaker, I used some of their hideouts to stay hidden from the HSA, but I ditched them once I was strong enough to survive alone,” Koshka revealed.

“Then use your connection to help us find Naiomi,” Naomi pleaded.

“I have connections no more. One, as I told you, I ditched them long ago. Two, after I was captured, I sang like a canary and ratted out everyone I remembered. The HSA knows about the hideouts I knew about,” Koshka said, shaking her head.

“They are still active, and some of the people weren’t caught yet. Maybe you should try to reach out to them,” Naomi offered.

“I ratted out everyone. They don’t know about it?” Koshka asked.

“No, we kept our informant’s identity a secret. The HSA is good at censoring information,” Aritimi responded.

“But I’m in your database. They know I was captured.”

“No. Information on you and your species is only accessible to HSA employees right now. Nothing is public about you, yet,” Aritimi shook her head.

“Okay, one more question then. Why the fuck I should help you?” Koshka grinned smugly.

“You’d get something in return, of course,” Aritimi added.

“I want the HSA to make non-lethal methods mandatory for the Pest Control Unit. They are killing too many of my kin,” Koshka answered immediately.

“Hmmm, in this case, I got an offer. You will allow the research team to take samples from you, and then we can give it a try,” Aritimi replied.

“Why should I allow more samples? It took a while to regenerate that eye I gave your sister. I don’t heal as fast as other monsters.”

“Look, if we can give the Pest Control Unit’s hunters the power you have over bugs, then they will be able to make them go away without using violence.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll help,” Koshka nodded.

“Thank you!” Naomi was on the verge of crying.

“I can relate, you know. I’m also a mother,” Koshka looked at Zara.

“You are not my mother!” Zara hissed.

“Rebellious teens,” Koshka smirked.

“Yeah, me and some other monster girls need a safe place to hide and have some fun,” Koshka spoke into the phone, “Okay, we’ll wait for you guys there,” Koshka hung up the line.

“What happened?” Naomi asked.

“They will come to pick us up. I told them what you wanted. By the way. Can you guys transform like Zara?”

“Yes, I can cover my body with scales, thanks to my Invincible Iguana powers,” Naomi nodded, and a few green scales appeared on her face for a moment.

“I can grow crystals on my body with my Zircon Zombie augmentation,” Olympia added and in the next moment, her skin was covered in a thin layer of crystals, the same bronze color as her skin, “I can change their colors. The only issue is that I can’t move if I’m completely covered in them. Maybe we can tell them that I’m just a half monster or something,” now just only a few crystals were visible on her skin, “I don’t know how much they know about monsters.”

“They don’t know shit about monsters. They don’t know shit in general. You know what? Stay in your normal form, and I’ll tell them that you are some kind of Ogre,” Koshka shrugged.

“Are you sure they are this stupid?” Naomi asked.

“Yeah. I corrected them multiple times regarding my species’ name, yet they kept referring to me as a Giant Fairy,” Koshka nodded, “Your daughter likely made a super amateur mistake because I can’t imagine these dullards busting her cover by themselves.”

“Naiomi is not a rookie,” Naomi glared at her.

“Then somebody snitched on her because those idiots can be fooled easily once you are among them.”

“That’s a probability,” Naomi nodded, “This is why I didn’t want too many people being involved.”

“Hmm ... maybe I could join you then,” Aritimi was thinking aloud, “I just put on a mask and tell them that I’m a real Riftwalker. They look similar to humans, so only my face has to be covered.”

“Yeah, they are that stupid,” Koshka replied.

“No, Timi. It could be risky if you come with us. Maybe someone could recognize you,” Naomi shook her head.

A little bit later.

They arrived at the place. It was between the beach and the city, not far from the city’s border. The van was parked behind some bushes.

“We can’t take anything with us. Not even our clothes. Monsters don’t wear them unless they want to disguise themselves as humans,” Koshka stepped out from the van, waiting for the others.

Zara was the next while the others undressed. She was naked and in her Merewolf form.

“No no no,” Koshka shook her head, her antennas quivering angrily, “This is going to be a mother-daughter rescue mission. You will come in your Bug Princess form, as my daughter.”

“I’m not your daughter!”

“Alright, young lady. You are grounded for a week,” Koshka spoke like a stereotypical parent from a sitcom.

“Just do it, Zara. For Naiomi,” Aritimi said from the van.

Zara sighed furiously and switched into her Bug Queen form. Now, she looked more like Koshka but with short, spikey white hair.

“That’s my girl,” Koshka grinned.

“Fuck you!” Zara snapped at her.

“Come on, girls. They can be here for us at any minute,” Koshka urged them.

Naomi left the van next. Her raven black hair was tied into a bun at the back of her head. Her skin was pale, almost matching Koshka’s milky white chitin. She had a few wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, but she looked good for her age.

Her heavy breasts, no longer the perky peaks of youth, had a comforting sag that spoke of gravity’s gentle embrace. Her areolae were wide and pink, reminiscent of blossoming roses. Her nipples, which were erect from the cool wind, looked like two rubber bullets. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a neat little black triangle. She also had a tattoo. A heart with her daughter’s name inside, on her left breast.

Then, Olympia stepped out as well. However, it looked more like she pulled the vehicle off of herself like a shirt.

Her body was a marvel of strength and beauty. Her muscles rippled under the sun like the ocean waves. The bronze tan of her skin looked like it was painted on by a master artist. Each bulging curve and the valley of her physique spoke of countless hours dedicated to achieving the best physique. Her breasts were large and firm, yet they didn’t bounce as she moved. Instead, they remained steadfast and proud. Her pubic hair was shaved clean and her pussy looked as tight as a fist.

Naomi then covered her whole body with scales from head to toe.

“No no no no,” Koshka shook her head, “You have to look like a hot monster girl.”

Then Koshka showed her where she should put scales and where not. In the end, on her legs, the scales reached her mid-thighs, giving the appearance of scaly, thigh-high stockings. Her hands were also covered in scales, but they stopped at her elbows, and she didn’t have them on the underside of her hands. Three lines of horizontal scales were on her face in a zig-zag pattern. The rest of her body stayed normal, except for a heart-shaped patch of scales above her ass.

“One more thing,” Koshka said and loosened Naomi’s bun, “Let your hair down. Monsters like to keep their mane long.”

“What about me?” Olympia asked.

“You already look like a monster,” Koshka chuckled, “Hmm, I got an idea. Form two small crystal horns on your forehead.”

She did as she was told, and two crystals appeared on her head, each the size of a thumb.

“Now you look like a bronze-colored Oni,” Koshka gave her a thumbs up.

“And what kind of monster I should be?” Naomi asked.

“A Lizard Girl will be fine. They can have various appearances,” Koshka answered.

“We are ready?” Zara asked.

“Yeah, you guys will be popular at the party,” Koshka nodded.

“What party?” Olympia asked.

“Oh, I didn’t mention? They are having a sex party at their hideout,” Koshka revealed.

“Are you serious?” Zara glared at her.

“That’s the only chance to get close to them,” Koshka replied.

“I ... I can do this for Naiomi,” Naomi said, mostly to herself, “You don’t have to do this, Olympia.”

“My family is nothing but cops. They have been wearing the uniform since this city was built. Not helping your daughter is like betraying one of my own. I’m ready to do anything for my fellow hunters and officers,” Olympia said with determination in her voice as she flexed her muscular arms.

“There’s one more thing before we go,” Koshka pointed at her collar, “I can’t wear this.”

“And why we should take it off? Why should we trust you?” Zara looked at her skeptically.

“I know a thing or two about the HSA now. I know I wouldn’t stand a chance if I tried to double-cross you guys. Plus, if Aritimi keeps her promise, my fellow bugs won’t be slaughtered anymore.”

“That’s so...” Zara started, but a portal opened behind Koshka’s neck, and Aritimi’s hand reached out, unlocking the collar.

“We have no choice but to trust in her,” Aritimi said from the van.

“Thanks,” Koshka rubbed her neck where the collar was, “Now let’s go.”

“Wait, take these,” Aritimi stopped them. Four shiny needle-tip-sized dots appeared around her index finger, each shining purple.

“What are these?” Koshka examined the dots.

“Extra small portals,” Aritimi said and placed one of the dots inside Koshka’s left ear. Then she gave one to the other girls as well, “Just put a finger inside your ear, and you can activate it to inform me about anything important or to call for my help.”

“That’s a good idea, Timi,” Naomi nodded.

“Yeah, now let’s go before they go without us,” Koshka replied.

Aritimi went back to her hiding spot as they turned to the road.

“I think they are here,” Zara pointed at an approaching bus in the distance. It had tinted windows.

“Yes, just follow me and do what I say,” Koshka walked closer to the road. The “WELCOME TO CROWSEND” sign was a few steps away from them.

“If they try to have some fun with you, don’t reject them because monster girls are usually pretty horny,” Koshka instructed, “I of course can contain myself, but my non-bug brethren are not that lucky,” she boasted.

The bus pulled over, and the door hissed open. A cloud of smoke billowed out, smelling faintly of weed, sweat, junk food, and cheap cologne.

The bus driver was a middle-aged black man with a “PRA” logo on his t-shirt. He looked them over with a smarmy smile, his eyes lingering on the naked women. “Welcome, ladies! Name’s Steve. You’re just in time for the monster mash!”

“I hope it’s not just the bus. Buses are terrible places for a sex party. They can fall apart so easily,” Koshka smiled.

“Don’t worry ‘bout that, Koko,” Steve winked at her.

“It’s Koshka,” she corrected angrily.

“Oh, and who and what are your lovely friends?” he winked at the others this time.

“She is ... Lizzy,” Koshka introduced Naomi, “She is a Lizard Girl.”

“Oh, don’t try to fool me, Koko,” Steve replied, which made all of the girls gasp a little bit.

“She is a woman, not a girl,” he winked at Naomi.

“This mighty Amazon is, Oly. She is an Oni,” she introduced Olympia.

“Interesting, I never seen any Oni woman who was this jacked. Also, what kind of color is this?” Steve gave her a strange look.

“She is a Gyaru Oni,” Zara helped her out with a lie.

“Oh, I didn’t know monsters like styles like that. I always learn something new about you guys,” Steve laughed, “By the way. Who is she, Koko? Your little sister?”

“No, she is Zaza, my daughter,” she said proudly, which made Zara’s hands clench into fists.

“Oh, nice to meet you, young lady,” he smiled at Zara, “She is old enough, right? I mean, in human years.”

“I was born nineteen years ago, so I’m totally an adult from both human and monster points of view,” Zara answered.

“Thank goodness. I didn’t need more illegal shit here. Most people I knew here got sent behind bars for things like that,” Steve replied with relief.

“Hey, Steve! Stop yapping and step on the gas,” said a drunk voice from the bus.

“Shut up before I kick your ass off of my bus,” Steve gruffed and turned back to Koshka, “Are we waiting for anybody else or all of you are here?”

“All of us are here,” Koshka nodded.

“Hop on, ladies. Y’all going to have a night that you will never forget,” Steve invited them on board.

Koshka was the first and sat on a seat behind Steve, she got some whistles from the handful of men there who were still sober.

The next was Naomi, and the men’s eyes went wide when they saw her, mostly because she looked the most human.

She tried looking for an empty spot where nobody could be beside her, but all the double seats had at least one person.

“Come here, cutie,” a man patted the seat beside himself, his eyes roaming over Naomi’s naked breasts. She rolled her eyes but sat down, trying to maintain her dignity amidst the catcalls.

Zara was the next and sat behind Koshka.

At last, Olympia managed to enter the vehicle. The men’s eyes bulged as they took in her towering physique and muscular frame. The cramped bus grew tense with lust as they ogled her, making her feel like a piece of prime meat.

“I think you’re going to be the Belle of the ball tonight, Oly,” Steve said.

Because of her size, Olympia could only sit at the end of the bus where four seats were beside each other. Two men were already there, but they pushed themselves to the sides to make space for her.

The bus jerked to life, the engine roaring as Steve steered them down the road.

“I’m surprised that the HSA’s cops didn’t get you. I heard a lot of people got caught recently, that’s why I was so reluctant to call any of you,” Koshka said to Steve.

“Yeah, some weirdos who did some shit indeed got sent behind bars, but not good ol’ Steve,” he said proudly, “I’ve always stayed away from the illegal stuff.”

“Good to hear that,” Koshka faked a caring smile, “By the way. Who is our host tonight?”

“His name is David. I don’t know his full name. He is one of the newest members, and he likes throwing big parties. He is a douchy snob with rich parents, but his place is the only one that is close, enough big and wasn’t wrecked by the cops,” Steve explained.

If David’s place is the biggest they have right now, then probably that’s where they keep Naiomi, Koshka thought.

Meanwhile.

“Name’s John. What is yours, cutie?” the man beside Naomi asked. John was a young man with a scruffy beard and a beer gut that was already starting to show.

“I’m Lizzy.”

“Cute name for a cute girl,” John shot a smile at her.

“What is your species? If I’m not too indiscreet. I have never seen anybody like you,” John examined her, his eyes lingering on Naomi’s naked breasts.

“I’m a Lizard Girl,” she answered.

“Hmm, you seem to be more girl than lizard. Are you a hybrid?”

“Maybe. I never asked my mother about it,” Naomi said with an awkward chuckle.

“Oh, nice tattoo,” John noticed the heart-shaped tattoo on Naomi’s breast, “Who’s Naiomi?”

“It’s my daughter,” Naomi said without thinking. She wanted to punch herself in the face. She hoped that nobody knew her captured daughter’s real name.

“Cool, so you’re a milf!” John exclaimed, “Next time, you should bring her too.”

“Um ... yeah, I will,” she stammered.

Meanwhile, in the back of the bus. One of the guys beside Olympia began stroking her muscular thigh, his hand moving upward with each pass. She really wanted to snap at him to stop, but she knew she would break character this way.

“I’ve never been with an Oni before,” he whispered.

You’ve probably never been with a human either, Olympia almost said this.

“They say you guys are wild in bed,” he added.

“We are here to have a party and not a personal show,” Olympia answered, gritting her teeth.

“Don’t be shy,” he leered, “We all know why monsters come to our little get-togethers. For breeding,” his hand moved higher up her thigh, his eyes locked on her round breasts.

“Keep everything for the party,” Steve shouted from the front, “If you get my bus dirty, you will have to clean it.”

“About this party,” Koshka tried to continue talking with him, “Is it mandatory to bang with everyone immediately? I’d like to just walk around, vibe to the music, eat some free snacks, and drink something.”

“Ha ha! You can do whatever you want, Koko,” he chuckled, “I doubt anybody would dare to bother you once you flash them your stinger.”

“Okay. I want to find the best spots before trying anything.”

“Just one thing you should know,” Steve’s expression became more serious.

“What is it?”

“I calling dibs on the cheddar biscuits,” he said as if he were a mobster warning somebody about a debt.

“I don’t care about this shit. But if there’s a chocolate fountain, I will drink every last drop of it,” Koshka said with a grin.

“Ugh!” Steve shivered in his seat, “My doctor doesn’t even let me think about it without insulin at this point.”

A few minutes later.

They finally arrived at a place resembling a cave’s entrance with a parking lot.

“We are here, guys,” Steve announced.

Everyone left the bus and stopped in front of the cave’s entrance. It was guarded. The guards themselves were likely just hired and not actual members of the PRA because their muscular physique made them stick out like a sore thumb compared to other people there.

“Ah, some girls,” one of the guards smiled as he noticed Koshka and the others with her, “This place started to look like a sausage fest,” he chuckled.

“Good,” a guard said as Koshka passed by them, “Very good,” when Zara followed, “Beautiful,” when Naomi walked through, and “Perfect!” and a thumbs up when Olympia was the next. The guard even slapped her perfectly round bubble butt as she passed by.

They were inside, but there were two ways to go. From one, loud music and flashing lights came; the other had a metal door, and the people who were on the bus went this way.

“It’s just the changing room for the humans to leave their clothes and other belongings behind,” said the guard, “You girls can go straight to the party.”

With Koshka in the front, they walked toward the party room.

The place was filled to the brim with naked people drinking and dancing. Then, at a second glance, Koshka noticed some monster girls in the crowd. It was hard because most of the humans looked uglier than the monsters.

There were two guys, spitroasting a Catgirl. A woman scissoring with a headless, Dullahan girl whose severed head was sucking on two cocks at the same time. And they even saw a line of gay men waiting for their turn to be fucked by a male Centaur. He was surprisingly gentle for his size.

“You know what, let’s split up and look around,” she suggested.

“Are you crazy?” Zara looked at her.

“Look, we have to blend in first. Then we can go around, searching and asking questions,” Koshka replied.

“She is right,” Naomi nodded.

“Okay, but if something goes wrong, immediately call Aritimi for help. We don’t want them to take a second hostage,” Zara said.

They split, and everyone went in a different direction.

Zara walked to the bar, people were looking at her swaying ass as she did so. She wanted to ask the bartender for something to drink when she realized that she had no money. Her wallet was still in her clothes.

“Can I help?” the bartender asked. He was a young man with a PRA tattoo on his arm.

“Sorry, I forgot I don’t have money,” Zara tried to turn around when the bartender stopped her.

“Forget about it. Monster girls drink free here,” he winked.

Meanwhile.

Naomi ran to the public bathroom to splash some water on her face. She was so stressed by this situation that she even forgot her main objective for a minute: Naiomi. This was a disgusting and depraved place, but she had to focus. Naiomi is the only thing that matters here.

She will have to do something to blend in. But where to start?

A big fat man, wearing a bird mask, was fucking a Harpy girl on a table nearby. Luckily for the table, only the Harpy was on it. At the same time, a bunch of other guys were looking at them and masturbating.

Most of the humans there were gross. There were two main body types: skinny skeleton and supersized sphere. Only a handful of people were in between.

“Nice tits,” a guy slurred at Naomi as she walked past, his eyes ogling her bare body.

“Hi, Lizzy,” she heard a familiar voice from behind. It was John. This time, he was naked. He still didn’t look much better, but surprisingly, he was one of the not so many people there who bothered to shave their pubic hair. Although, it was probably to make his cock, which was somewhere around 5 inches, look bigger.

“Um ... hi, John,” she stammered.

“I was looking for you. I hoped nobody called dibs on you before we could meet again,” he said.

“Nobody did, yet,” she replied.

“Maybe we should go somewhere better where we can talk or something. This loud music hurts my ears. What do you think?”

“Um...” Naomi paused for a moment, “Yes, of course.”

That was her best chance. She can get closer to someone. This person is also not a complete stranger, plus he seemed to be one of the most hygienic people there.

In one of the corners, there were some large potted plants with a table and a couch. The corner itself was partially cut off from the room with room dividers. The music was still audible, but at least Naomi didn’t have to see the other people.

“Wait,” John said and stopped to check the couch, “Okay, it’s clean. This spot is the furthest from the bar and the snack table, so only a few people use it. Looks like we are the first today.”

“Let’s talk a little bit first,” Naomi suggested, “You know, it would be weird if we were total strangers to each other.”

“Alright, Lizzy. What do you want to talk about?” he placed a hand on her thigh.

“For starters. Why did you join the PRA?”

“I was always interested in monsters. When I was a kid, I always wanted to work for the HSA as some kind of monster researcher, but they never accepted my application,” he answered.

“Why?”

“I got no connections,” he sighed, “I have no friends or family members there at all. Plus, if they chose to hire someone random, it’s usually a girl because they can be used for the augmentations experiments better than men.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Naomi felt bad for him. Indeed, she got her job and position in her unit because her family had been in the business since Crowsend was built, so she couldn’t deny nepotism.

“Before I forget, please don’t mention this to the others here. They will glare at you if you even just mention the HSA. I don’t want to know what they’d do if they found out I wanted to join them.”

“Don’t worry about that.”

“What about you, Lizzy?”

“What do you mean?”

“You seem to be quite out of place here. You clearly aren’t used to places like this. I can see you are stressed.”

“Yes ... that’s new to me. I just ... wanted to try something new. My daughter always complains how boring I am,” Naomi answered and it was true. Naiomi, indeed, often called her a boring, stay-at-home mom.

“Nah, you totally don’t look boring. Not right now,” John chuckled, his hand went higher on Naomi’s thigh, “Maybe you should let go a little more often.”

“Um ... yeah, you’re right,” Naomi nodded. John’s hand was barely an inch away from her pussy. She had to play along.

“Why don’t we start it now then?” he leaned closer and his fingers touched Naomi’s pussy lips.

“Oh!” she moaned, her voice shaking slightly. She couldn’t believe she had to play this game, but the thought of Naiomi kept her going.

“Just relax. Do it together,” he pointed at his erect cock.

Naomi felt the heat rising to her cheeks. But she had to play along.

“Alright,” Naomi whispered.

“Clever girl,” John chortled, leaning in to kiss her neck. She forced herself to remain calm, biting her tongue to keep from retching. She also failed to understand the movie reference in that so she just gave him a strange look.