You pull the bento from your backpack and open it. Vivian smiles wanly.
"Have you been enjoying those, Alabaster?" she asks.
It would probably be rude to say "no, but Ms. Carte has." So you just nod sheepishly.
She puts a contemplative finger to her lips. "I'm glad."
She goes back to nibbling at her sandwich.
"Pfft. I could make you lunch," Whitney says.
"You don't know the first thing about cooking."
Whitney blinks as if this is new information. "Point," she says.
The meal is actually pretty good. This time it's beef with broccoli, some teriyaki chicken, and strawberry cupcakes for dessert. You wolf it down greedily.
"So what's your deal?" Whitney asks Vivian. "You're, like, a robot. Or something? Right?"
"I'm fully human," Vivian avers.
"Okay but, like... human human, or human the way Spancer over there is human?" Whitney points at Spancer for effect. He gives no response.
"Spancer is more severe case."
"Do you know what your dad is up to?" you ask Vivian. You notice an unwanted erection coming on as the conversation progresses. Are Vivian's aphrodisiacs the genuine article?
"He refers to it as diegetic apotheosis. I don't know much beyond that. My advice is not to trust him."
"No wonder you're queen of the quiz bowl nerds," Whitney says. She gives Vivian a pat on the shoulder. "What would we do without you?"
"You would likely be fine with or without this advice. I believe it is probably the tack you were adopting prior to this conversation."
...Vivian doesn't seem capable of understanding sarcasm.
As you lick the frosting off another cupcake, your erection slowly becomes swollen and painful. Your mind begins to go a little fuzzy. You feel the need for release.
[X] Are you going to take responsibility, Vivian?
[ ] Vivian, get out. I've got things to do with Whitney.
[ ] Go find Ms. Carte.
[ ] Go find Rose.
Your vision is going blurry, you feel woozy. With a sigh you push back from the desk and look at Vivian accusingly. "Youuu-- you spiked my lunch, didn't you?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"You spiked Ally's lunch?" Whitney yells. She leaps to her feet and grabs Vivian by the hair. Vivian struggles and tries to pull away. "I'll kick your little loli butt, you skank!"
You hold up your hand to stop her. "Aphrodisiacs," you tell Whitney.
"Aphro-what? What does this have to do with black people?"
"They make you horny."
Whitney lets go of Vivian's hair. Vivian falls back to her seat with a pouty whine, and Whitney puts her hands on her hips, laughing. "This little twerp's trying to seduce you?"
"I think so," you say.
Vivian stares guiltily at her feet.
"Well?" Whitney asks her.
"I'm sorry," Vivian mumbles.
"Are you going to take responsibility?" you ask.
Whitney slugs you in the shoulder. "Stop talking like your stupid sex comics," she says.
She circles the desk and grabs Vivian by the wrist, hauling her to her feet. "...Ally is right, though," she purrs. "If you start something, you should finish it..."
She pushes Vivian to her knees in front of you and kneels down next to her.
Vivian stares at your crotch, blushing deeply.
"It's not going to suck itself," Whitney tells her. "Do something already."
With a trembling hand, Vivian reaches for your fly.
She fumbles with it and can't seem to undo it. Whitney steps in to help.
"For the smartest robot on Earth, you're pretty dumb," Whitney teases. "Hmm. Have you ever seen a dick before?"
"No..." Vivian glances away, her face reddening even more. All her bravado and coolness is gone. Now she's just a scared little girl.
"Well, you're about to see one up close and personal," Whitney says. "Hey, come on. Look. This is what you wanted, right?"
Whitney fishes a hand into your boxers and pulls you straining cock free. It throbs in tune with your pulse. When Whitney lets go of it, it rests against Vivian's cheek. She winces, trying not to look at it -- but curiosity gets the better of her. Soon she's gawking at it unashamedly, her eyes unfocused.
"Say it," Whitney breathes. "Tell us this is what you wanted."
"M-maybe... maybe a little."
"It smells good, doesn't it?"
"A little."
"It makes your head feel all funny, doesn't it?"
"...A little..."
Whitney looks up at you, smiling. "Do you want her to suck it, Ally?"
You grunt. "No, I want her to paint me green..."
"You heard the man," Whitney says with a chuckle. "Go ahead."
Vivian sticks out the tip of her tongue and flicks it against the head. The sight of it makes you shiver, but the sensation is way too brief.
Whitney groans. "Not like that. Geez, don't you know anything? Like this--"
Whitney takes your cock into her throat with a single practiced motion, sucking you deep. She runs her tongue along your underside for a few moments, hands against your thighs, staring you in the eye. Then she releases you. Your cock glimmers with her saliva.
"Now you."
Vivian wraps her spindly fingers around the base of your dick to guide it to her mouth. Her hand is so small it doesn't even wrap all the way around you.
She opens wide. Her little pink tongue hangs out and she licks your drooling cockhead again, this time lingering.
She pulls back and smacks her lips a bit, mulling over the taste, and the verdict seems positive. She leans forward again and slips your glans into her mouth.
You always dreamed of what a blowjob from a loli would feel like, but never imagined it would be possible. Her tongue is just as wet and warm as in your fantasies. She closes her eyes and focuses on the blowjob, but she can only take a couple inches inside before her jaw is stretched to capacity.
"You have to service the whole dick," Whitney says patiently. "Not just the head." She guides Vivian's hands up and down your shaft a couple times, until Vivian gets the point and can do it on her own.
Eyes still closed, Vivian mewls around you and supports her weight on a balled-up fist. She scootches herself closer as she sucks and jerks you off in tandem. With her wearing that outrageous gothic-style black velvet dress, this somehow seems even lewder than it would if she were naked.
Whitney stands and circles behind you. She runs her broadened palms across your chest and leans over your shoulder, kissing you. Your tongues intermingle sloppily.
"You're such a pervert," Whitney says. "So how does it feel to get a blowjob from a little girl?"
"Amazing," you admit.
"Cum a whole lot in her mouth, okay?"
She didn't need to tell you. You kiss her again, enjoying the feeling of Whitney's eager tongue on yours as Vivian's much less experienced tongue tickles your cock. Every once in a while, owing to her inexperience and the disparity in size, Vivian's teeth brush against you -- but this just adds to the pleasure.
Soon, you feel that old tingling. You hold Vivian's head in place.
"Ally's about to cum," Whitney says. "He'll spurt a lot of liquid from his dick... don't worry, it's delicious. Just let it happen."
Vivian's eyes bulge as your dick pumps its seed into her drooling mouth. She coughs, but you keep her in place as you empty your balls. When you let her go, she falls to her back, little streamers of cum hanging from her lips and even out of her nostrils.
You sit there in silence for a minute or two, panting. Vivian does much the same. Finally, Vivian wipes her face off and licks her fingers clean.
In a very small voice, she says: "thank you, Alabaster Soliloquy. I needed that."
Whitney kneels down and kisses her deeply. Vivian is surprised and doesn't know how to respond, but doesn't fight it, either.
"We should do that again," Whitney says. "It was hot. I'll teach you to lick pussy, too..." She goes back to violating little Vivian's mouth with her wanton tongue.
You close your eyes. Life is getting... strange.