Chapter 3 - Pokimane's Misunderstanding

“WHAT– WHAT– WHO IS THAT?”
 
Janet blinked. She had braced herself for Poki to question her about what she was doing fapping to a sex tape of her friend, but that wasn’t the question that was on her mind as of the moment. 
 
She frantically took her hand out of her pants, dropping the phone with the other as though it were burning her to even hold it.
 
“I- I don’t know!” Janet lied, faking concern as best as she could. 
 
“Is Jodi cheating on John?” Poki indignantly whispered to her, too riled up in rage to notice the surrounding details. 
 
It’s a wild accusation to throw around until you remember the group they’re dealing with. OfflineTV. A den of affairs. It seemed like every time they cycle into mainstream news it's only to showcase the next person who has been cheated on, dumped, or hitched. The group usually followed that order.
 
Janet stammered, trying to find the words to explain. The last thing she wanted was to tie herself into Jason’s affairs any longer. She was trying to find a way to explain what had gone down that night without including herself in the story before Poki followed up. 
 
“Explain. Now.”
 
“I don’t know! Someone sent me this recording of them and Jodi fucking!”

The recording chimed up from its place flat on the bed. Jason’s voice clearly continued to degrade Jodi. Janet quickly moved to pause the recording, embarrassed that she allowed it to continue playing for so long.

“That’s not John.”
 
Poki anger turned into confused concern. With new information that evidently wasn’t enough, she wasn’t sure about how to feel about what had gone down that night. 
 
She abruptly turned to leave the room, hands in the air with a still, stunned expression on her face. Janet let out a sigh of relief. In a selfish lapse, she was happy to not be confronted about the entire masturbation part. She didn’t even want to approach the topic of why she was fapping to the sex tape of a man she “hated” on her own, so having someone else do it would’ve been deeply upsetting. 
 
Poki wasn’t about to let this disappear though. No, as she left the room, her mind was already racing about what could’ve happened that night, how badly it could affect the entire friend group dynamic. Like the trailblazer she was, Poki immediately whipped her phone out and pulled open Jodi’s contact information.
 
lmk when u r free. need to talk to u about something 
 
While the phone dropped onto her own bed, Poki sat at her chair scrolling down social media feeds. She was looking for all the pictures, videos, or posts about Jodi and the mysterious man she was with. 
 
If he or Jodi thought they could get away with this illicit affair, Poki had a thing coming for them.
 
—
 
“Hey sorry I’m late, I went– I was– I got caught up with something,” Jodi fussed as she made her way to the cafe table. 
 
“You’re so fine, don’t even worry about it,” Imane suavely assured her. In the midst of this innocent compliment, she was already at work observing her. You didn’t need great insight to notice that there was something off; Jodi was clearly very different and it was difficult to ignore the changes even if you wanted to. 
 
Jodi sat down and was speaking to the waiter. Poki noted the differences: for starters, she was without make-up. It wasn’t that early in the morning, some would consider it too late to have lunch, and Jodi was well-known by all of her friends for looking dolled-up no matter how casual the occasion. Granted, Poki and many others were in the same boat, but it was still a rare instance. Her hair was still slightly damp as well, as though she quickly rushed to get here after a shower.
 
“Hope it wasn’t too short notice,” Imane apologetically said once the waiter left, “You’re probably still hella tired from last night right?”
 
“Oh no, it’s completely fine!” Jodi waved her hand as though it wasn’t a big deal. 
 
"Oh, uh, you've got a little something," Imane pointed at her cheek. There was a small dollop of white on her cheek.
 
Jodi wiped it away with her finger, taking just a second too long to stare at it before using a napkin to clean it off.
 
"Just lotion," Jodi explained, "After the shower, you know." 
 
Imane nodded. Made sense. Imane was a normal person, so she didn't expect Jodi to show up with a barely-cleaned cum facial. In Jodi's defense, Jason was still using her to get off up until the moment she had to leave to meet Imane.
 
Next up was her attire: if she didn’t know any better, it was pretty clear that she was wearing the same thing from the previous day. Poki looked for any more oddities in her appearance. Crumpled? Maybe slightly. It looked like it came off the moment she left the party with how neat it was.
 
“Honestly, you’re doing me a favor here,” Jodi continued, fanning herself with her hand.
 
She had meant it in a coy way, like spending any more time with Jason would’ve made her go delirious, but because Poki only had some idea of what happened, she took it in a very different direction.
 
“Sorry?” Poki asked, still.
 
“Oh, uh.” Jodi took a look around the public area and tried to formulate her words in a discrete manner, something she’s notoriously not very good at doing. She continued in a not-so-quiet whisper. “Things could’ve gotten worse if I didn’t have your text to bail me out, you know?”
 
Poki spiraled with that sentence, as she should’ve. There were so many ways to interpret that sentence and most of them led down terrible paths. It didn’t help that Jodi followed it with something that cleared absolutely nothing anything up.
 
“I’m trying to keep, nh ,” she shrugged in a direction like there’s something to keep hidden, “Quiet. Don’t want people knowing about it.” 
 
Yet , she added as a post script in her mind. Things were going well with Jason, so an announcement wasn’t looking too far off in the foreseeable future.
 
At this point, Poki was horrified. “Things could’ve gotten worse”? “Don’t want people knowing about it”? Mysteriously dipping out of the party, without letting anyone know, with a stranger that she stayed with until the next day, whom she doesn’t wish to talk about? 
 
As a woman supporting women, Poki was inclined to believe the worst-case scenario, simply because of how common it was. Jodi was either sexually assaulted and didn’t want to talk about it, or, worse, the man could’ve made blackmail to hold over her and she was trying to be discrete about it.
 
“Oh… Jodi…”
 
Of course, neither of these were true.
 
Jodi nonchalantly took her drink from the waitress and drank from it, only noticing Poki’s worried expression when she finally swiveled to put it down on the table. You could see the mental cogs churning in her mind as she tried to understand what had Poki’s panties up in a bunch.
 
Imane reached over the table and put a hand over hers, changing to a look of understanding.
 
“Hey. It’s okay, I’ll help you get through this. You know you can tell me anything, right?”
 
Jodi was dumbfounded. Both of her eyebrows raised, and she blinked a couple of times as she registered the over-the-top action. Then, like a pile of bricks, it hit her. 
 
“Whatever you need. I’m going to murder this guy, I’m serious. I have a plan.”
 
A smile crept onto Jodi’s face. She had to stifle a laugh, palming her hand over her mouth. 
 
As though this misunderstanding couldn’t get any worse, Poki took her laugh as one of relief. This wasn’t really a laughing matter, considering the gravity of the misunderstanding, but it gave Jodi an idea, so she continued to roll with it. 
 
“What do you mean?”
 
Poki started rambling ferociously now that Jodi (half) confirmed her suspicions. 
 
“The next time he tries to get you to do something, make him go to like a secluded spot. I’ll be there and, you know, work my stuff and, like, return the favor.” Imane mimed pouring something into her drink.
 
“Yeah?” Jodi said, amazed with the extent to which her friend would go. “Then what?”
 
“We’d keep going and do what he’s probably used to doing his entire life, exposing other people and using it against them,” she continued, “Strip him, take photos to post online, and then call the cops on him for what he did to you.”
 
Jodi mulled it over for a minute or two. Imane thought that she was thinking about whether it was going too far or not, but Jodi was actually deliberating how she could best turn this into a riveting, scandalous situation.
 
“I think… that that is a great idea.” Jodi finally relinquished.
 
“Really?” Poki said, excited. Her empowering feminism was pouring out. “You’re down?”
 
“Yeah definitely, thank you so much for thinking so hard about this,” Jodi expressed profusely, “I’ll let you know if he tries to, you know, use what happened last night to get another night with me?”
 
“Definitely,” Poki nodded, “Fuck it, we should do it before that to be honest. This guy doesn’t even deserve a second chance.”
 
“I’ll think about it,” Jodi responded, “I’ll let you know, ok?”
 
Poki nodded. She got up from the table with determination. She didn’t care who they thought they were, no one was about to mess with her friends and get away with it. She told Jodi the bill was already taken care of (Jodi didn’t even know how she managed to do that while they were having this conversation, the lengths to which she’d help her friends really were absurd) and to have a nice time. She then departed to her next outing.
 
What a lovely soul, Jodi thought. She pulled out her phone once Imane left, pulling up her contacts to ring up someone with the contact name of “Daddy.” 
 
I’m sure he’d appreciate this. 
 
—
 

 
At the OfflineTV house, Poki idly stirred her iced drink at the counter. Jodi gave some of her energy drink to her earlier, saying they would need it. Her head rested in her hand and she was sitting cross-legged in a fairly revealing black dress for a casual rest day. To the others in the house leaving to meet with friends, Poki seemed overdressed as they headed out the door. For Jodi and Poki, the only ones who stayed, they knew it was necessary for the plan they had, though Jodi and Poki also had different thoughts on this matter.
 
Poki wanted to be as seductive as possible for when Jason finally arrived. She and Jodi talked a little bit more about what happened, and Jodi felt safe enough to tell her about the name of her “assaulter”. Just thinking about it filled Poki with anger. She was a great actor though. You’d never be able to tell.
 
Jodi’s thoughts were heated too, but not of the upset variety. In her mind, making Poki as beautiful as possible was a plus for when Jason eventually swooned her over. She thought that Poki really needed to cut back and let loose. Getting no play was really working her up, and she couldn’t think of anyone better than Jason to help her with that. 
 
The sounds of objects scraping across the ground and clattering over the floor could be heard from the garage. Jodi was taking time to set-up their (her) plan. The two of them chose a time where the others in the house would be out. They both thought that the others didn’t need to see what was about to happen in there.
 
Because of that, once the first knock on the door occurred, followed by a prompt ringing of the doorbell when no one answered, resounded through the house, the two of them were sure he had arrived.
 
The garage door slammed open as Jodi rushed over to Poki.
 
“Remember the plan,” Jodi said, giving her a small, clear packet with a fine grain inside of it. “I’ll be upstairs.”
 
Poki steeled her nerves and nodded. She then got up and walked over to let him in.
 
When the door opened, she was face-to-face with an exceedingly well-groomed man. The proximity of his face to hers combined with him not being what she expected threw her off her game for a second, but she quickly recovered. After an unnoticeable pause, she greeted him.
 
“Hello?”
 
“Hey! I wasn’t, uh, expecting anyone else,” the man replied nervously. “I’m here to see Jodi?”
 
Jason was putting on airs, but Poki didn’t notice. Thinking everything was going according to plan, she invited him in.
 
“Oh yeah, I had to, um, stay back to wait on someone,” Poki lied, “I’ll be out of the way in no time. Come on in!”
 
She opened the door fully and gestured for him to enter. 
 
“Just sit at the kitchen counter, I’ll let her know you’re here.”
 
Poki then pretends to go upstairs, waiting for a minute or two, before coming back out into the kitchen.
 
As she comes back, corner peeking the entrance to the kitchen, she takes a good note of Jason for the first time while he sits at the counter with his phone out. She bites her lip. He wasn’t exactly what she was expecting. Well-dressed, amicable, and benignly mannered, he was exactly the opposite of who she thought was going to answer the door. When Jodi spilled about how she was taken advantage of with the use of drugs, Poki thought it would be a creep with no social skills. However, she supposed that the ante had been upped. Women were more careful nowadays, it made sense for people who roofie others to be social and charming.
 
She walked to join him after reaffirming her belief that her plan was what he deserved. 
 
“Hey,” she commented, “Jodi’s in the shower right now. It’ll take some time for her to come out knowing her.”
 
“That’s fine,” he says, beginning to get up, “I can just wait in her room.”
 
He was that impatient? What an asshole, Poki thought. He’s blackmailing her and he can’t even wait ten minutes to get in her pants again. She didn’t think it was out of the question for him to just join her in the shower once he went upstairs. She had to stop him.
 
“Oh– um– could we talk for a little bit first?” She spoke loudly, grabbing his arm as he stood up. Poki lowered her shoulder a little, allowing the strap on her dress to loosely fall to the side, and looked up him with pleading eyes. It was an incredibly erotic and captivating combination of signals, and even if Jason really were the type of person she thought he was, he would’ve instantly sat back down. 
 
Seeing as Jason was already planning to do that and he just wanted to see the lengths to which she’d get him to stay seated, he sat back down.
 
“Sure, I’d love to,” he said breathlessly. 
 
Poki smiled, curling her hair between her fingers. Fallen into the palm of her hand and he doesn’t even know it, she felt. 
 
“So how’d you and Jodi meet?”
 
“Hm, you know,” Jason said, pretending to think things over in his head, “We hit it off during the party and she invited me to spend the night.”
 
What a dirty liar, Poki thought. It was nothing but the truth, though she didn’t know that.
 
“You know she has a boyfriend, right?”
 
“Yes, I met him also. He’s a charming person, though Jodi was still happy to get things going that night anyways.” He smiled at her. “Very happy.”
 
Poki clenched her teeth. How could this guy spout out such bullshit so easily? That’s it, she’s going all the way. 
 
She stood up and slid her hand over his upper arm to his shoulder. “Well, I can certainly see why…”
 
Jason pretended to look taken aback by this development.
 
 “How about we get something going while Jodi takes her time…?”
 
Her coy tone was almost as intoxicating as the wine bottle she pulled off the shelf. 
 
“It gets me… going,” Poki bit her lip, “Want to join me?”
 
Jason nodded, too stunned to speak at this sudden development that he was totally not expecting because Jodi definitely hadn’t filled him in on what was going to happen. 
 
As she poured out two glasses, she took the time to empty the packet Jodi gave to her in one of the cups away from his sight. 
 
We’ll see how he likes being on the other end, Poki thought to herself.
 
A clink rings through the kitchen as the two glasses are gently placed onto the table. 
 
Poki raised her glass at him and he reciprocated the movement, a clash echoing. She takes a sip from hers and makes sure to keep an eye on Jason to check if he does the same. As soon as the red stream courses between his lips, she smiles.
 
It’s easy coasting from here.
 
—
 
Jason was sitting slumped backward on a chair. His eyes were shut tight, and his body was limp, arms falling at his sides. Even without sight, he’s able to generally sense where the two other people in the room were from the sound of their pacing and the feeling of their physical occupation of space. 
 
“You know how to set it up right?”
 
Jodi’s voice rang through the air. He could hear her fiddling with something between the hands.
 
“Shhh!”
 
Poki responded in a loud whisper. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel her eyes boring into him. 
 
“What if he wakes up?”
 
Jodi’s slightly peeved sigh filled the room.
 
“No way. He’s knocked out Imane, trust me.”
 
Imane had never done anything like this, so she was still slightly jittery. In fact, Jodi’s calm demeanor should’ve been a tip-off to her that there was something strange going on behind the scenes. In an anxious fashion, Imane didn’t recognize the oddity. 
 
“I guess,” she replied, a little louder this time. “Yeah, I know how to get the camera online. Just focus on tying him up, please. God, imagine if he wakes up without the handcuffs.”
 
Jodi shuffled over behind Jason and he could feel a cheap plastic rocking around his wrists. 
 
“It’s on,” she calls out to her. “Calm down.” 
 
While Imane adjusted the camera on the tripod that would record him later on with a sense of relief, Jodi whispered into Jason’s ear.
 
“She should be getting horny soon,” she purred, “Just move your arms out and the handcuffs will come right off.”
 
“What was that?”
 
“Nothing! Just remembering how to tie this thing, the YouTube video was completely useless.”
 
Jodi rubbed a hand over his chest before crouching under him to tie a loose knot around his ankle and the leg of the chair.
 
“Ready when you are!” Jodi said sweetly.
 
“Alright just give me one… second…” Poki murmured, as Jason heard the noise of the camera finally turning on, “Ok! I’m good to go.”
 
Imane moved over in front of him and squatted. Just the sound of the action was putting temptations into Jason’s mind. He resisted the urge to see her in that compromising position, knowing it would blow the entire thing. 
 
She put her hands on his waist, unclasping his belt and pulling his pants down to the floor. Jason pretended to be unconscious the entire time, and it was a strange experience for him to do nothing while an extremely attractive woman was stripping him. 
 
“Oh my god!”
 
Poki exclaimed, seeing the lump in Jason’s underwear. 
 
“I know,” Jodi said, hypnotized. “Isn’t it so gr– terrible? Terrible.” 
 
She hastily corrected herself. 
 
“He fucked me with that all night,” Jodi tried to say in a scared and sad tone. “I couldn’t get away.”
 
Imane was still transfixed. Her hands were trembling, and she felt her fingers draw toward it as though it were a magnet. A heat was welling up inside of her. She knew what (she thought) happened was terrible, so then why was she feeling this way?
 
Jodi wasn’t oblivious to Poki’s strange reaction. Once she saw the bright blush blooming on her cheeks, she knew the next phase of her own plan was coming along nicely. Looks like the “energy drink” she gave her earlier was finally kicking in. She felt a little bad practically roofie-ing her friend, especially when Poki was so eager and indignant to help her when she thought the same thing happened to her, but Jodi was convinced that Jason would completely change her world in the best way. It was easy to think that way when taking into consideration their intense session just a couple of nights prior.
 
The tension in the air was palpable, but palpable like how you’re about to get the best head of your life. Jodi was entirely regretful when her phone buzzed in her pocket.
 
She quickly turned it off before looking down at the screen to see who it was. Because her phone was on vibration, Poki’s little stupor wasn’t suspended at all. Jodi whispered to Poki, and Jason, that she had to pick up.
 
“Sorry, gotta get this.”
 
Under normal circumstances, Imane would’ve called her out for leaving the room while they were practically committing a felony. What on earth could possibly be more important than this? The only reason she didn’t was because her mind immediately filled itself up with all the risque thoughts of what she could do once Jodi left the room. She was more horny than she’d ever been in her entire life, but she still had the restraint of holding herself back because Jodi was still in the same room as her and her (believed) assaulter. 
 
Jodi quietly slipped out the door while placing her phone up to her ear.
 
Poki didn’t even wait to make sure Jodi was far enough away to not hear what she was going to do before pulling down Jason’s underwear.
 
Internally, Jason was popping out a large question mark. He was informed of the aphrodisiac Jodi would slip into Poki’s drink, but he wasn’t aware it was going to work this quickly. He did nothing while Poki did this, intrigued as to where this was going to go.
 
With Jason’s cock out in the open, Imane bit her nails. She tried to placate herself the same way chronic gamblers do after a large win: betting again in small but increasing increments. 
 
She's only going to measure it, the most it would be is like a handjob, nothing more. Nothing more, she thought to herself as her other hand slowly wrapped in a ring around his tip.
 
Jason could safely say that he had never been in a situation like this, despite the numerous women he’s been with and the amount of plays he’s done. The sensation of Imane’s soft hand stroking his dick up and down seemed to be elevated while he pretended to be unconscious. He was able to keep quiet for the first minute, but as Poki became more and more greedy, moving further up and down until she finally reached his base with her hand, it was becoming increasingly difficult. 
 
“... unh …”
 
He wasn’t able to stop a satisfied grunt from escaping alongside his heavy breath. He could feel Imane’s neck turning sharply up to make sure he was still out. Her hand stopped moving and tightened in fear. He fell back upon his copious amount of experience playing dead, which is to say, no experience. Still, whether he was a good actor or she was just too pent up and chose to ignore the possibility, she continued.
 
The dry, rough action slowly turned into a steady, slimy rhythm. His precum was starting to lube Imane’s handjob, causing each stroke to send a shiver up his spine. There was no way this was her first time doing this. The care in the speed she jerked him off, the tightened grip at the tip, and the strong finish when she slammed her hand down to the base were all signs of a massive slut in the making. Eventually, the silent garage was repeating the sound of wet slapping as her now slick hand repeatedly brushed up and down his dick.
 
Jason couldn’t stop his lower half from twitching in pleasure. There would be moments when Poki rubbed a particularly sensitive spot in just the right way and his hips would instinctively move to wring out more pleasure. He couldn't wait to just ejaculate all over her, to paint her face with his fresh spunk. But the moment he felt it soon to come, Poki stopped jerking him off. 
 
A minute went by in silence and darkness for Jason. He was irritated at being blue balled. What was Poki thinking about? As time went on, he deliberated just ending the charade then and there, taking Imane as he pleased. He’d be doing the both of them a favor, to be frank.
 
On the other end, Poki was debating if she wanted to go further or not. If she did, where would she stop? She just remembered about the camera recording her every action behind her. Obviously, she was going to delete the footage at this point, but she didn’t feel good about recording everything.
 
Just as Jason was about to drop the act, he felt a pair of luscious, thick lips pressing against his moist cock. His eyebrows raised, which he quickly brought back to their default state when he remembered his act. 
 
Poki bobbed her head repeatedly on his cock. Gone were the reservations of the prim and proper woman. A sexually charged “ Glkh! Glkh! Glkh! ” replaced the earlier slapping noises. Poki made up her mind. If she was going to just keep going, she might as well go all out, and right now there was nothing more she wanted than to fill her mouth up with his cum. 
 
Jason tried in vain to grit himself. There were moments during Poki’s masterful blowjob where he thrust up to meet her throat as it was coming down, but she didn’t care. Feeling the head of his cock press into the back of her throat was pushing him past his limit.
 
He knew Jodi planned to get the tape of Poki fucking Jason while he was out so she could convince her that it was what she wanted, but was there a point in doing that at this point? She clearly wanted it. He was just going to help her out now that they both knew it. When he felt like he was about to implode, he decided it was a good time to let loose.
 
The restraints on his hands fell off easily the moment he moved his arms. He quickly grabbed onto Imane’s silky mane and pulled her deep into his crotch. Imane’s eyes widened and her hands flailed at his thigh. Her nose scrunched up as it pressed into the skin above his cock. It was much too late, though, as he started to cum like a hose into her throat. The constant edging before caused heaps of the reeking spunk to coat her mouth, jetting out so hard that a solid stream of it ended up dribbling out of her nose.
 
Imane fell back with her knees sprawled at her sides, sputtering and coughing up his cum all over the floor. In the moment of surprise, Jason grabbed onto her shoulders and lifted her up, turning her around and hugging her tightly to his chest.
 
“I didn’t know Pokimane was this much of a slut,” he mindfully commented. “If you wanted this…” Imane stiffened in giddiness as she felt a thick rod press up against her bottom. “...You could’ve just asked.”
 
—
 
“Once you get here, wait at the door and I’ll come get you,” Jodi spoke into the phone. She had just left the garage, leaving the two to their own devices. Hopefully her preparation was enough. Jason should be able to handle the rest.
 
“Alright. Be there in ten!” 
 
Janet was on the other end of the line. She was about to reach the house after driving there from her place. Jodi told her about a surprise she had in store for her a couple of days ago, telling her to meet up at the main house around this time. Janet didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she presumed it had something to do with her hooking Jodi up with Jason. Maybe Jodi was really thankful and planned something for her. She really didn’t need to, Janet thought to herself. Ridding herself of Jason was already a present.
 
Once she arrived, she called Jodi to let her know she just arrived and looked around aimlessly while waiting at the porch. The door opened and Jodi greeted Janet with an ecstatic smile. She was practically beaming. 
 
“Janet! Come in, come in.”
 
Janet was a little taken aback by how happy she was, but she was happy for her. She stepped into the main room, leaving her purse on a counter near the entrance.
 
“You seem happy,” Janet noticed, “What’s going on?”
 
“Oh, I’ll show you.”
 
Jodi led her to the garage and slightly creaked the door open. She then moved to the side and waved for Janet to come over and take a look.
 
“... oh fuck! OH FUCK! Pleeeeeeeeeeease, ooooh my goooooosh…” 
 
Janet froze. Before she was able to see, she was able to hear. And what she heard was extremely concerning. 
 
Still, despite already knowing the scene that awaited her, she inched forward. Jodi smugly smiled, knowing Janet couldn’t help herself. How could anyone when it came to Jason?
 
When she made it to the crack in the door, Janet had to cover her mouth with both her hands.
 
Imane was riding Jason in reverse cowgirl while they were sitting on the foldable chair. A conflicted expression held steady on her face. She was clearly experiencing a tremendous ecstasy, but there was evidently something holding her back. It’s not like she had a boyfriend to keep her down, why else would you stop yourself from riding that perfect, thick, hard, perfect cock? Janet may have been projecting a little bit.
 
While she thought about it, Jodi stepped behind Janet and pushed her.
 
She fell into the room, barely catching her step so that she wouldn’t trip and fall, and froze as the two of them glanced over to see who just came in. Poki screamed when she saw it was Janet, hitting Jason to signal for him to stop. When Jason looked over and recognized her, he simply laughed and kept going. It’s not as though she’d be seeing anything new.
 
“N -Nyo, stop , ah, stop , st – AH !”
 
Jodi walked into the room as well. Seeing Poki’s genuine inner dilemma, she leaned on Janet and began to explain.
 
“Imane! Chill out! Jason didn’t date rape me,” Jodi eased, “Janet introduced me at the party and me and John were thinking of getting it on with other people so I just went with him.”
 
Janet hesitantly pointed her fingers toward each other, not refuting what Jodi said.
 
Poki was shocked. Her mind raced to internalize what that meant and, in the heat of the moment, she settled on this: 
it meant she could fuck him without feeling bad anymore. She crumpled, physically and mentally, and deliriously rocked harder on his cock.
 
“You feel so good Imane,” Jason praised, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
 
He groaned and huffed into her ear as he pulled both of her arms back, shoving his cock deep inside of her to get ready for his release.
 
“ O - ooooh fuck! Yes ! Cum inside me – oh my god! ”
 
They ease up for a moment and catch their breath as Jodi takes this as her cue to join the fray. She briskly moves over and gets on all fours, lapping up the cum that made its way onto the ground, which included both the amount oozing out of Poki’s pussy and the amount from earlier when Poki retched it up from her sudden deepthroat. 
 
“Mm… good girl,” Jason said when he noticed.
 
Jodi purred in response.
 
Once her tongue lapped it all up, she moved over to Poki’s cunt, unfurling her tongue deep inside to clean out her pussy.
 
The sensual sounds of the threesome felt deafening to Janet. She felt glued to the floor, stuck watching her two friends get fucked out of their minds while she was unable to join in. Poki straddled Jason once more for round two, Jodi moving to the side to make out with her and play with her tits. Janet’s knees buckled from her intense lust. Her hands moved down under her panties, as she started to furiously masturbate. 
 
I can’t , she pleaded with herself. What about Steve ? She couldn’t join in, no matter how desperately she wanted to. She was a faithful, loving girlfriend.
 
Or was it time for her to finally accept the truth?
 
