5 comments/ 53126 views/ 54 favorites The Suite By: cafetray Day One Being the first to arrive, Megan had no idea when the others would show or who the others even were. Being first gave her the right to choose her own room, she assumed, but all three of the bedrooms were identical, absolutely identical, so she decided to hold off until the others arrived, in case they had a preference. Instead she explored the suite that would be her home for the next seven days. It was bigger than she expected and well appointed. Nice bathroom, terrific kitchen, a workout area with a treadmill, nautilus and a stair climber, lots of books, DVDs and CDs in racks by a wall mounted HDTV. Everything, with the exception of the bathroom and the bedrooms, was grouped in a large common room. There were no windows, clocks or phones. Megan had been instructed to leave her watch and cell phone at home. Two computers were set in a corner, high end machines with a comprehensive package of software. There was no internet connection, and the time/date display in the lower right-hand corner had been disabled. She'd be completely isolated, just like they'd said. Between the couch and the TV was a low coffee table, and on that lay three red folders marked "Lyn", "Megan" and "Olivia". She picked up the folder with her name and read the letter inside. On behalf of the Dacess Corporation, thank you again for participating in this experiment. We realize giving up your Spring Break is a sacrifice on your part. Please know the research conducted this week will have profound implications for future scientific endeavors. That, Megan recalled, was a point her interviewer had come back to again and again ... the importance of the research. All she really knew was they were examining co-operative behavior in sealed environments. The interviewers had been vague about the practical applications, speaking generally about manned space flight, trips to Mars, that sort of thing. Her eyes were drawn to a paragraph in bold print. While all activities in the suite are being recorded, these recording will not be reviewed until after the experiment is over. For the duration of the experiment you will be isolated from the outside world. You will recall you have signed a waiver assuming all risk for anything that happens during the course of the experiment. Megan certainly did remember. The waiver had been 13 pages of very dense, single spaced legal jargon. An unsmiling rep from Dacess Corp had sat in the room with her to make sure the document was read in its entirety before signing. That had been the final act of a grueling, fifteen hour day filled with physical, psychological and intelligence tests. On the bright side, the Dacess Corp doctors assured her that her mental and physical health were outstanding and that she'd graded very high on the intelligence tests. That was good to know. The next page was labeled "House Rules". For the most part she was free to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. She and the other participants could set up any rules they wished. The only requirements were the three had to wake up at the same time and take their dinners together. After wake up, before sleep and before their evening meal, the three had to watch a video presentation on the HD together. A chime would sound one minute before each video was to begin. The sheet made plain she would be paid for her service only if all of the participants watched all of the videos. If any one participant missed a video, none of them would get paid. The final piece of paper was her payment, a check for $7,000 dated one day after the experiment was to end. Megan smiled at the cleverness of it. Giving the check now would be a powerful incentive to follow the rules ... and it wasn't as if she could rush right out and cash it. "Hey." Megan looked up. A blond was standing in the entrance, a pack slung over her shoulder. She crossed the room, hand extended, "I'm Olivia." "Megan." They shook, and Megan handed her a red folder, "Looks like this is for you." Olivia was very pretty. Her straight, blond hair fell just past her shoulders, high cheekbones, with startling blue and an impish mouth. She was built like a woman who worked out regularly. Lyn arrived as Olivia sifted through her folder. In her way, she was every bit as pretty as Olivia ... dark haired and olive skinned with a smoldering voluptuousness. Megan wondered if this was part of the experiment somehow, because she knew she was beautiful as well. Fair skinned like Olivia but with a curvy, busty frame like Lyn's, with thick, brownish red hair. Megan couldn't think of a way beauty would be relevant to the experiment. More likely, she decided, the guys at Dacess would find analyzing seven days worth of video easier if they were looking at pretty girls. Olivia had finished reading. She was tucking the check into her pack, "Pretty much what they told us to expect, right?" "Pretty much," Megan and Lyn agreed. Lyn continued, "What's the deal with the bedrooms?" "They're exactly alike," Megan informed. "If they're alike, take anyone you want," Olivia said as she started for the kitchen area. Lyn scrutinized the rooms intently. Olivia opened the refrigerator door, "Whoa. This is a little weird." "What?" Olivia pulled out a small plastic bottle. The label was white, with black lettering. It said only "Water". The Dacess Corp logo was etched under the word. Olivia pulled out a second bottle, which was labeled "Lemonade". A third bottle was labeled "Cola". "Great," Lyn griped, "a week of crappy generics." "It's the same thing with the food," Megan reported. The shelves were stocked with every food stuff and ingredient she could think of, and they were labeled in the same, spartan way. "As long as it isn't poisoned ...," Olivia said. She returned the lemonade and cola to the fridge and took a deep pull off of the water. Her face scrunched up, and she took a second, experimental sip. "Does this taste funny to you?" She handed the bottle to Megan and the water did taste odd. Not bad, not exactly skunky, just a subtle, mediciny aftertaste. Megan gave the bottle to Lyn, who agreed it didn't taste quite right. Olivia tried a second bottle and found the same taste. "It'll have to do," she shrugged. There was a sharp report from the door as the lock snapped into place, followed by a soft hiss. The door was sealed. "I guess it's on," Olivia said. They sorted out the sleeping arrangements and set up their rooms. Megan finished first, and not wanting to bother the others, decided to take a shower. It was closer to dinnertime than breakfast, but she'd skipped bathing to grab a few extra moments of sleep. In the bathroom she stripped while the water heated up. Despite the weirdness with the food, it was so far so good. Lyn and Olivia seemed nice enough, and more importantly, committed to getting along. It was inevitable that there'd be clashes over the week. Everyone being nice now meant, hopefully, everyone would try to be reasonable when the conflicts started. Soap, shampoo, conditioner and such were on a ledge in the shower wall, all packaged like the food. The next surprise of the day came as the water streamed over her body. She was used to the hard water back in the dorm. The water in the suite had been treated with something to soften it. It felt smooth and nice of her skin. Megan took her time. Olivia was on the treadmill, immediately to the left as Megan exited the bathroom. The blond smiled. "Perfect timing," she said as she stepped off the machine. "You didn't use all the hot water, did you?" "Uhhhh ... I have no idea." Olivia's eyes twinkled, "Don't worry, I'm just having a little fun with you. We probably should make a shower schedule, though ..." Her thought was interrupted by a three toned "ding-DING-dong" chime. Megan looked over at the HD, which had switched itself on, the screen slowly beginning to glow. Lyn walked out of her room. "Well, let's see what's so important we have to see it three times a day!" The trio arranged themselves on the couch, Lyn in the middle. 60 seconds after the chime, the video began. They saw what looked like a doctor's office, with an examination table in the center of the screen. Two women entered the picture from the right, one older woman wearing a white lab coat over a professional looking blouse. A stethoscope was looped around her neck. The other woman was younger, Megan guessed her to be around her age, maybe a little younger, dressed in a hospital gown. Judging by their banter, it was the first time this girl had seen this doctor. The girl hopped up on the table, lay back and allowed the doctor to strap her ankles into the stirrups. Megan was bored. She had no idea how long this video was supposed to go, but her time could be better spent than watching a GYN exam. The TV was a top of the line HD, but the picture was fuzzy, a little on the red side, and the sound was tinny. It struck her as off that Dacess would set up such an elaborate experiment, pay them so extravagantly, yet skimp on details like food and the production values of the all important video. But she watched it all the same. The girl on the screen flinched and drew a sharp, startled breath, "What ... what are you doing?" Because of the camera's angle, the girl's leg and hospital gown blocked whatever it was the doctor was doing. Slowly, the camera began to pan, moving to a spot behind the doctor, whose head bobbed up and down between the girl's legs. The camera continued to move to a three-quarters show. From this angle Megan could see the doctor's tongue lashing at the girl's pussy. The doctor's eyes were clenched shut in bliss as the patient screamed for it to stop. The sight of it sickened Megan, it was so wrong on so many levels. What she was witnessing wasn't love making, or even sex. It was an assault, a violation. It portrayed a complete betrayal of a patient's trust. It sickened her to think anyone could find this arousing. And the portrayal of lesbian sex, so graphic and violent ... it was beyond offensive. It went on and on, with the patient screaming until her voice cracked and the doctor ignoring her, making noises like an animal feasting on its kill. Then it got worse. Eventually, the girl screamed herself out. For a few moments the only sound was a wet suckling as the doctor's mouth worked the girl's snatch. Then the girl jerked and moaned, low and soft. Megan's eyes widened in shock as the unbelievable played itself out. The girl was squirming on the table, but she wasn't trying to get away. She rubbed her palms slowly along her raised thighs, her breath coming in slow, deep cycles, her breasts rising and falling, her nipples suddenly hard. Her head was thrown back, eyes glazed, lips parted and back arched. She was enjoying it. The girl's hands gripped the edge of the gown; slowly she pulled it up her legs. She wiggled to pull the garment past her hips and ass, and then sat up to pull it off altogether. The shot pulled back and to the side again. The girl was propped up on an elbow, tits facing the camera. Her nipples were hard and crinkled. Megan knew there was no way she could fake that. The girl's other hand was on the doctor's head, pulling her in. The doctor hiked up her own skirt to play with her twat. "Yes ... yes ... yes!" the girl was hissing now. "Lick my pussy ... lick it ... yes." The girl was humping the doctor's face with abandon, and soon she was screaming again, this time with unfettered pleasure as her orgasm tore through her. As the girl flailed on the table, legs still in the stirrups, the doctor stood and stripped off her coat and dropped her skirt. She climbed onto the table atop her patient. It was and awkward, but she managed. They kissed deeply, jaws working, necks straining. The doctor raised herself slightly and the girl eagerly unbuttoned the older woman's blouse. As the screen faded to black, Megan could hear the girl begging, "Give me your pussy ... please give me your pussy." The click of the TV switching off was like the breaking of a spell. Lyn flew off the couch like her ass was on fire. "What the FUCK was THAT!" Megan couldn't answer; she stared dumbly at the screen. She felt like the breath had been kicked out of her lungs. "I'm out of here," Lyn roared. She marched to the entrance and pulled savagely at the door, kicking and screaming when it would not budge. "Would you please calm down," Olivia said. "Calm down?" Lyn yelled. "Calm down? Didn't you just watch that?" "You know that I did." "Then how can you tell me to calm down?" "Because I know what they're trying to do." Megan turned to look at Olivia. Lyn said, "What does that mean?" "This whole thing is supposed to be about how we cooperate, right? Well, there isn't going to be a lot to study if everything is all sunshine and happiness for seven days," Olivia began. "They're trying to stress us. They throw a lot of little things at us like food that doesn't look right and water that doesn't taste right, to throw us off stride, then throw something big at us, like lesbian porn, to see if we'll crack. All I can say is get used to it because you've got seven days of it to put up with." "So you're okay with what you just saw?" Lyn asked incredulously. "Of course not, it was disgusting. I'm just saying it might be easier to take if you keep in mind why they're doing what they're doing," Olivia stood. "I was going to take a shower, but why don't you go first ... it might help calm you down. I'm a pretty good cook, if I do say so myself, so while you're doing that I'll see if I can whip something up. We'll have a nice dinner, we'll relax and we'll see what happens at bedtime." Lyn thought it over, nodded and started for the bathroom. Olivia rummaged through the cabinets and the fridge, then decided to make a chicken parm. As it turned out, Olivia was an excellent cook, even though the food had the same aftertaste as the water. Megan thought Olivia was on to something ... the videos might be easier to take if she focused on what Dacess was trying to do. After dinner she did the dishes while the other two watched a movie. The three sipped wine and watched a second movie. Until the chime sounded again, signaling bedtime and another video. The two videos weren't exactly alike. This one took place in a locker room and the two particulars were cheerleaders. But the plot, for all intents and purposes, was exactly the same with one of the girls desperately trying to fight off the advances of the other before completely surrendering to the debauchery. This video ended with the newly minted lesbian on her knees, ripping off her lover's panties before burying her face between the widespread legs. As soon as it ended, Lyn stormed off to her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Megan was grateful. She'd noticed something in the second video and she didn't know what it meant. She did know she wanted to talk about it. "Hey, Olivia, before you go to bed ..." "Yeah?" "About the video," Megan thought it over. "I was wondering if you noticed ..." "That the girl who was attacked in the first video was the attacker in the second?" Olivia finished. Megan nodded, "Yeah." "Do you think it was a coincidence?" Megan shook her head, "I really don't." "Me neither," Olivia sighed. "It's going to be an interesting week." Day 2 The three toned chime seemed especially loud in the morning, jolting Megan out of her slumber. She dreaded what was coming next, having to watch another of those awful videos. But there was nothing she could do. With a sigh she rolled out of bed and put on a night shirt. Olivia was standing by the couch, rubbing the sleep from her eyes wearing a t-shirt and running shorts. Megan felt a twinge of jealousy; it took forever to make herself presentable and Olivia was pretty 1st thing in the morning. Sometimes life wasn't fair. "Hey," she said. " 'Morning," Olivia replied. The two stared at each other silently. Lyn was nowhere in sight. They looked to her bedroom door, which was closed, heard nothing and tiptoed to the door. Olivia opened it a crack. Megan could see Lyn on the bed, her back to the door. "Hey Lyn," Olivia said gently. "The video is going to start." "I'm not watching it." "You have to." "It's gross ... I don't have to do anything." "If you don't, you won't get your money." "I don't need the money." "But I do, and I'm sure Megan does also," Olivia stepped lightly into the room. "I know you find the videos upsetting. I don't blame you. And I know this is a lot to ask, but I'm asking you to help me. That money will cover all of my summer expenses. I really need it. I'll do everything I can to make it up to you this week, but right now I need you to get out of bed, watch the video and keep watching them." Lyn's head lifted off the pillow. She looked over her shoulder. "Please?" "Fine," Lyn said like someone who thought the situation anything but. The three arranged themselves on the couch as before, Olivia and Megan on the ends with Lyn in the middle. The video this time took place in the dressing room of a lingerie shop, with a customer attacking the sales girl. The video followed the pattern established the day before, with the victim in the previous show starring as the attacker here. As the video ended, Lyn was trembling with rage. And then Olivia did the last thing Megan would have expected. She started to laugh ... ... which only served to provoke Lyn, "This fucking isn't funny!" "You're right, funny isn't the word," Olivia chuckled. "Ridiculous is more like it." "What does that mean?" "C'mon ... doctors doing their patients? Cheerleaders? Sex in the dressing room? Their running every play in the 'Lesbian Cliché' playbook," Olivia said. "What's next? Naughty nurses? Hot for teacher? The Mile High Club? It's all very ... graphic ... I grant you. But it's all so stupid!" Lyn sprang to her feet and glared at Olivia, "I'm going to take a shower." The brunette stormed off. Though it wasn't her turn for the shower, according to the schedule they'd set up, neither Olivia nor Megan stopped her. "Did I go too far?" Olivia asked. "Maybe a little," Megan said. "This is really bugging her." Olivia thought it over, "I'll make her an omelet." Megan went back to her room to collect her toiletries. She entered the bathroom as Lyn was heading out. Olivia handed the brunette a plate with a friendly smile. Lyn didn't look completely placated, but she didn't look quite as pissed either. * * * Olivia spent the morning teaching Megan how to play chess while Lyn did schoolwork. Megan spent the afternoon doing schoolwork of her own while Lyn watched the first two seasons of "The Simpsons" on DVD. Olivia worked out, did schoolwork and napped. The afternoon went smoothly. The chime for the evening made Megan flinch. She and Olivia looked over to Lyn, who's face was a visage of grim determination. "Let's get this over with," she muttered. The video featured the salesgirl from the lingerie shop, last seen that morning, attacking her brokenhearted friend, who'd boyfriend had unexpectedly dumped her. By the video's end, the friend had completely forgotten he ex's name. Olivia turned to Lyn. "Before you say anything, think about it," Olivia said. "Your best friend's boyfriend just dumped her, so what do you do? Have sex with her? Does that make any sense at all?" "No," Lyn said quietly. "Of course not," Olivia confirmed. "All these videos have is shock value and I have to say, each time I watch one I find it a little less shocking. How about you, Megan? Was watching that one as bad as watching the first one?" "I guess not." "You see," Olivia turned back to Lyn. "All they can do is shock you ... and you decide whether that's going to happen or not. You're stuck here for another five and a half days. Don't give them the right to rattle your cage three times a day." The Suite Lyn sighed, "You're right." Olivia smiled, "That's the spirit! Now, who's hungry?" She whipped together three servings of hamburgers and fries in 30 minutes flat. Megan ate slowly, enjoying the food and the feeling of a crisis having been avoided. Lyn seemed to be calming down, and the videos were getting easier to take. She was beginning to think she'd make it through the seven days after all. Which is why the bedtime video was such a crushing disappointment. Arranged as always on the couch, the video opened on the cabin of an aircraft. The broken hearted girlfriend from the last video appeared, walking down the aisle as a stewardess approached from the opposite direction. The two turned to the side, allowing the other room to pass. It was a tight fit, their chests brushed together, the girlfriend with a confident look on her face and the stewardess with an embarrassed but friendly smile. The girlfriend lingered by a door at the end of the aisle, which she opened as the stewardess approached a second time. Suddenly, the girlfriend grabbed the stewardess, throwing her through the doorway. The scene switched to a bathroom, and Megan knew the whole thing had to be staged. She seriously doubted even Air Force One had bathrooms that big. The girlfriend maneuvered so her right hand held the stewardess' right wrist. She pulled the arm around the back of the stew's head so the arm was against the wall. With the stewardess' arm pinned, the girlfriend's left hand was free to roam over her victim's body. The girlfriend hiked up the stewardess' skirt, which was slow going as the stewardess kicked and thrashed, her cries smothered by the girlfriend's insistent mouth. Their chests pressed together, pinning the stewardess to the wall. The stewardess' dress had been pulled almost up to her waist when the girlfriend's hand darted between the kicking legs. Megan could see the muscles in the girlfriend's arm work as her fingers massaged the stew's clit through her flimsy panties. The stewardess went rigid, drawing up to her full height, her eyes glazed over. "That's right," the girlfriend cooed. "It feels good, doesn't it?" The stewardess nodded. "Say it." "It feels good," the stewardess whimpered. "Do you want me to keep going?" "Yes." "Do you want me to make you cum?" "Yessssss!" The girlfriend dropped to her knees. The stewardess her dress up as her panties were pulled down and off, her reluctance completely disintegrated by now. Eyes shut, head thrown back, her hips rapid circles in time with the girlfriend's tongue. Megan watched in awe as the girlfriend's head nodded up and down, her tongue lashing at the stewardess' cunt. "Yes yes yes," she yipped. "Yes yes yes ... yes yes yes ... oh God ... oh God ... ohhhhh!" The stewardess dropped slowly to her knees and into the waiting arms of the girlfriend. They kissed deeply. "Not bad, huh?" "Damn," the stewardess groaned, "that was ... unbelievable. I've never had a guy do me like that." "And you never will." "That's for sure," the two kissed again. "Now stand up, 'cause I'm dying for a taste of your pussy." The girlfriend did as she was told. The screen faded to black as the stewardess buried her face into the girlfriend's quim, an ecstatic grin forming of her on the standing girl's face. Lyn rose slowly from the couch. As the TV clicked off, she turned to stare at Olivia, her face drained of color. "What kind of game are you playing at," she whispered. "Excuse me?" "What are you up to!" Lyn's voice was louder, but brittle. "I don't know what ..." "You said they'd do a mile high club video!" Lyn yelled. "How did you know they'd do one?" "I never said that." "YES YOU DID!" Lyn turned to Megan. "Didn't she?" Megan shrugged, "That's how I remember it." Olivia calmly shook her head, "I never said that. I said the videos were cliché and ridiculous and I threw out some examples to show how ridiculous they were. We're here seven days, they show us three videos a day, that's 21 videos or so. It stands to reason one or two of my examples were going to turn up." Lyn held up her hands, palms out, "I'm not listening to you anymore. I don't want to talk to you, and I don't want you talking to me. Just leave me alone. Whatever you're up to, I don't want any part of it." Day 3 Megan's sleep was shallow and disjoined. She'd woken up several times over the course of the night, rolled to a more comfortable position and gone back to sleep. She knew she'd dreamed, but could remember only fragments. One image stood out ... of Lyn in the locker room from the video, asking the rutting cheerleaders what sort of game they were playing at. Lyn was going to be a problem. She'd been completely irrational the night before and Megan doubted there was anything Olivia could do to get the brunette to cooperate this time. When the chime sounded for the morning video, she took her time getting out of bed. It was going to be an ugly scene this morning and she was in no hurry to witness it. She noticed, to her surprise, that she was a little wet "down there", but she had no time to wonder why as Olivia was calling her from the common room. She used a hand towel to dry herself and pulled on a pair of panties and a t-shirt. Olivia and Lyn sat on the couch in front of the TV, chatting amiably. Lyn said, "Hurry, the video's about to start." Megan took her usual seat on the right end of the couch, next to Lyn. She knew her face showed her surprise; there was no hiding it. Her cheeks and eyes were frozen in astonishment as she stared at Lyn. "What?" Lyn asked. "Ummmmm," how to put it delicately? "I'm a little surprised to see you this morning." "I'm a little surprised myself, to tell the truth," Lyn smiled. "After I calmed down I realized I'd been kind of a bitch. So I went to Olivia's room and apologized and we talked it out. I actually went into your room afterwards but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you ... so I guess I need to apologize to you too." "It's okay," Megan couldn't quite believe what she was hearing, though she was grateful for it, "forget about it." Lyn's smile widened. She started to say something, but was cut off by the beginning of the video. As Megan expected, the stewardess was in this one, turning a neighborhood girl into a lesbian. The girl was very beautiful, with long, wavy blond hair and green eyes and very young. Megan guessed her to be 15, 16 at most. It was the most explicit video yet. As with the others, the girl initially resisted the stewardess' advances before whole heartedly giving in. It ended with the stewardess wearing a strap on and pounding away at the girl from behind. The girl's orgasm was violent in its intensity as she screamed out her thanks to the stewardess for taking her virginity. Megan cast a worried look at Lyn, who was looking at Olivia. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" Olivia asked. "No, it wasn't," Lyn replied. She reached over and hugged Olivia. "Thanks for helping me through this." "No problem," Olivia replied, than hopped off the couch. "How about some breakfast?" The schedule said Olivia was supposed to get the shower first, but custom gave the honor to Lyn, who took it. Megan was in her room, trying to figure out which of her classes she was in the mood to study for when Olivia called. "Hey Megan!" "What?" "Lyn forgot her towel in her room and I have to keep an eye on this," Olivia explained. Megan could hear something frying in the pan. "Could you bring her one?" "No problem," Megan had no difficulty finding a fresh towel The bathroom door was cracked and the room cloudy with steam. The shower was on the opposite side from the door. The curtain was open. Lyn was leaning against the far wall, legs spread, hunched forward slightly. White foam covered her crotch and she slowly passed a razor over the tender skin. "Just leave it by the sink," she said with out looking up. Megan didn't move. She couldn't move. Lyn was out of the shower's spray, but she was soaking wet nonetheless. Water had beaded on her olive skin, her hair wet and shiny. Her hands moved slowly and carefully, her left pulling the skin taut as the right dragged the razor in short strokes. Her chest rose and fell smoothly, the large breasts topped by brown, upturned nipples. The areoles were perfectly rounded and crinkled. It was, Megan thought, the most erotic thing she'd ever seen, made all the more so by the fact her reaction was completely unexpected. "Megan?" She looked up. Lyn was staring at her with a slightly amused look, as if her nakedness often evoked this sort of reaction and she was long since used to it. "I said you could put that down by the sink." "Yeah," Megan shook her head. "Sorry." She left the towel balanced on the sink's edge and went back to her room. Leaving her books on the bed she gathered up her toiletries and was waiting by the bathroom door as Lyn finished. Lyn smiled sweetly at Megan as the two passed. Megan washed herself slowly and thoroughly, her memory returning over and over to the sight of Lyn. She reached into her bag and retrieved a razor and cream. After doing her legs, she poured another dollop of foam on her palm and rubbed it into her pubes. It felt nice. After, as she washed herself there she bit into her lip to stifle a moan. She felt so wonderfully smooth and exposed. Studying was difficult. The scene in the bathroom and her lack of sleep had destroyed her concentration. After lunch, she repaired to her room for a nap. * * * "Megan," hands were gently shaking her. She opened her eyes. It was Lyn. "Get up." "What time is it," she asked automatically, then realized it was a dumb question. Lyn had no way of knowing. "The bell for the dinner video just went off." "Shit," Megan sprang out of bed. "I totally didn't hear it!" The two hustled into the common room. Olivia was waiting for them in her usual spot at the left end of the couch. A large bowl of popcorn lay on the coffee table, Olivia was wrist deep into it. Lyn dropped onto the couch and helped herself to a handful. "Have some," she insisted. "Uhhh, no thanks," Megan deferred. The plot of the video was yet another cliché, this time the young girl seduced an older woman driving her home from a babysitting gig. They took each other right in the car. * * * The bedtime video, much like the dinner video, was notable for Megan not so much for how it made her feel, but how it did not make her feel. The Mom from the previous video, the one seduced by the babysitter, was fucking her boss in this one, in the office after work. The Mom, conveniently, had a dildo in her pocket book, which she was ramming in and out of the boss' ass, to the boss' delighted approval. Megan felt nothing, no shock or disgust as before. Olivia had been right ... it was getting easier. "Where are you going?" Olivia asked after the video as Megan stood and headed for her room. "Bed," Megan replied. "The nap didn't help that much." "You wanna stay up for a little bit? We were going to drink a little wine and chat." Megan thought about it, "Maybe tomorrow. I'm wiped." Lyn and Olivia wished her pleasant dreams. Megan was quickly asleep. Day 4 Megan's eyes snapped open with the sound of the chime. The tingle and the wet in her pussy were stronger this morning than last. She'd broken up with her boyfriend about a month ago, that being the last time she'd had any sex. Masturbation wasn't quite the same thing, but it usually was good enough to take the edge off and she hadn't even done that since the experiment had begun. There wasn't time now, she knew ... maybe when she took her shower? She was the first one into the common room this morning. A bottle of wine and two glasses were on the table. One of the glasses was half full. "I guess we forgot to clean up last nigh," Olivia said when she entered the room and noticed Megan looking at the table. "I'll get that after the video." Lyn waited until the last possible moment to make her entrance. Megan could tell she was in a mood; the brunette's body language was tense. Megan almost commented on it, but checked herself. Olivia was better at this sort of thing. The important thing was Lyn was there for the video. They took their seats on the couch, with Lyn scooting a little close to Megan than usual. The video was more of the same, this time the boss from the last video was seducing her daughter's best friend. As soon as it was over, Lyn curtly announced she was taking a shower. Olivia said nothing. When she was done, Lyn went straight for her room. She didn't say a word. According to the schedule, Olivia had the shower next. Megan laid out some cloths and books while she waited. Olivia took an unusually long time. Megan stood under the spray and let the warmth seep through her. She began by teasing herself, her fingers brushing at her vaginal lips. It felt nice. She kept going. She cupped herself with her left hand as she caressed a breast with her right. It felt even better, especially with the warm, soft water washing over her. She went a little faster now, but not too fast, letting her fingers penetrate her lips as she raked her nipple with her fingernails. Her arousal began to simmer like the countless bubbles in a pot of water just short of a boil. She thought about her ex ... sex had never been their problem. She let her hands do what they wanted, and it was like a block had been placed on her libido. Her legs spread and she squatted, slipping two fingers into her hole as her palm brushed her clit, but it didn't help. She leaned heavily against the tile wall, relieving the pressure on her legs. Her fingers worked faster and she alternately squeezed her breast and pulled on the nipple. It wasn't working. She angled her body and moved her hand so the running water could splash directly on her throbbing clit. It felt wonderful, but it was not enough. Her need was getting desperate now. She banished the image of her ex and gave herself over to the sensations. Instantly she was rewarded. Like a blade through silk the intensity of her climax seemed to rip her open. She grunted loudly. At the height of the sensations, the image of Lyn's magnificent body flashed in her mind. The force of her climax left her doubled over, panting and in shock. She gradually straightened up, little aftershocks left her trembling. She rapidly finished washing, but studiously avoided her pussy which was still too sensitive to touch. Megan almost orgasmed again as she dried herself. In the common room, Olivia sat on the couch eating a bowl of cereal as she watched an old episode of "Friends". Thankfully, the door to Lyn's room was closed. Megan avoided looking at Olivia as she made her way to her room. She dressed, gathered her books, then started one of the computers in the common room. She threw herself into her work; she tried to suppress all memory of what had made her cum so hard in the shower. It didn't work. Memories of what had happened in the shower intruded on her at irregular intervals. A tingle in her pussy, just urgent enough to remind her of what had happened. She'd build a good momentum, plowing through her work, and a flash of Lyn's perfect breasts or lather covered snatch would devastate her concentration. Megan would have to stop and take a deep breath to calm herself down. Lyn came out of her room only once, at what Megan guessed to be lunch, to make herself a sandwich. She took it directly into her room. Megan avoided looking at her, but watched her reflection on the computer monitor. Lyn and Olivia did not speak to each other. Megan couldn't work after Lyn's appearance. She tried, she didn't know how long, her entire concept of time now shot. All she knew was she needed to get her mind off it. Back in her room she changed into her work out cloths and grabbed her iPod. On the treadmill she ran a quick two miles, working up a good sweat in the process. Though she was winded she went for a third. She never did just two; her high school track coach once warned her never to run just two miles because she'd be doing only the hardest two ... the first and the last. When she finished she went into the bathroom for a very quick and very cold shower. It helped a little. The common room was empty when she emerged from the bathroom, and the door to Lyn's room was open. Megan peeked in. Olivia and Lyn were sitting on the bed, Lyn's face on Olivia's shoulder. She was crying softly as Olivia hugged her. "I tried," Lyn sobbed. "I tried, but I don't want to anymore. I'm sorry." Megan started to ask what was wrong, but Olivia looked up and shook her head slowly as if to say, "Not now". Megan went back to her room. * * * The dinner video posited a semi-interesting twist, Megan thought. The morning video had a woman seducing her daughter's best friend. This one had the friend seducing the daughter. The daughter resisted ferociously, as they all did, until her friend revealed she'd already fucked the mother. That knowledge stalemated the daughter's resistance, and by the time she recovered, she was too far gone. The question came to Megan from nowhere ... what would it take for her to do it with another girl? Was there anything another woman could do or say that could get her to do the things she saw in the video? She'd have to be pretty, and girly also. One of those butchy dykes would never do, otherwise what was the point? It would probably help to be drunk, and really horny, Megan reasoned. But the girl had to be pretty ... really pretty. That was the minimum. The video was over. The other two stood and went their own ways. Lyn and Olivia were pretty, Megan conceded. Really pretty. * * * Megan found herself anticipating the evening video, almost looking forward to it. The chime sounded and she walked quickly to her usual spot. Olivia followed closely behind. Lyn came along eventually, seeming a little less tense than before, but only a little. The video opened with the daughter jogging through a park, her breasts bouncing with each stride of her toned legs. Megan had to admit she was pretty, and so was the woman she stopped to talk to. The woman had a syrupy Carolina accent. She explained she was new in town, had gone for a run and gotten herself a little lost. The girl offered to run with her and show her the way. Megan almost laughed at the double entendre. The rest of the video was entirely predictable, which didn't mean Megan watched it any less closely. The southern girl tried to resist, but the daughter was relentless. Fir some reason, the southern girl touched Megan in a way all the others hadn't. Maybe it was the accent, maybe it was the whole "cute, but sexy" thing she had going. Megan wanted to tell her it was pointless. The daughter would win, they always did, and in the end she'd be glad for it. If something was unavoidable, as this was, if fighting it was futility, the best thing to do was go along and make it as enjoyable as possible. It took Megan a moment to realize she'd answered the question from earlier in the day. If a hot girl, like the southern girl in the video, came straight at her, if she wouldn't be denied no matter what Megan did or said, and if there was no escape, then Megan had to admit she might give in. Might. Truth was, Megan told herself, she'd probably find a way to chicken out of it. The video ended with the two locked in an acrobatic 69. Megan thought the southern girl looked very happy not to have chickened out. Lyn, Megan and Olivia scattered for their respective rooms. Megan wondered what the southern girl would be up to the next morning. * * * Again sleep came fitfully for Megan. Her dreams were visceral, scenes of the daughter and the southern girl after the camera had stopped recording. She always woke up before she got to the interesting part. There was no way for her to tell how much sleep she was getting between periods of wakefulness. She suspected not much. The Suite The third time she woke, Megan rolled out of bed. The common room was dimly lit, but not completely dark. She tiptoed to the refrigerator and retrieved a carton of milk, which she poured into a pot over low heat. She watched it carefully and stirred often; burnt milk was the worst. She poured the drink into a glass and drank slowly. It had been a while since she'd tried warm milk, but it always worked when she was a kid. She rinsed the glass and the pot and started back for her room. The light was on in Lyn's room, Megan could see the glow between the boor and the floor. She could also see it dim and flicker irregularly. Someone was moving about. She stepped lightly to the door and listened. She heard two whispered voices. "No," it sounded like Lyn. "Yes," said Olivia. "I don't think it's a good idea." "Please." A pause, "We'll wake Megan up." "We didn't before." Megan heard the rustle of sheets and bodies moving on a mattress. "No," Lyn sounded far less decisive. "Yes," Olivia replied firmly. "Please stop." "You liked it before." "I told you I didn't want to again." "Liar." The bed frame creaked. "Oh God," Lyn sounded like she was drifting away, "Oh God ... no ... oh ... ohhhhh!" Megan backed away from the door and padded back to her room. Day 5 Megan was wide awake when the morning chime sounded and half way across the room before realizing she had no memory of dressing or even getting out of bed. Lyn and Olivia were waiting for her on the couch. As usual, Olivia was chipper in the morning. Lyn was upbeat, her smile easy and relaxed. She watched them closely as she took her seat. Were they fucking last night? It sounded like it, but it was so unbelievable. The pair giggled and chatted as the waited for the video to start, paying Megan almost no mind. Megan forced herself to remember there was at least the possibility of an innocent explanation. She felt a flutter in her stomach when the southern girl appeared on the screen. She was unpacking boxes in what looked like her apartment. A doorbell rang and the southern girl stepped off camera. Voices went back and forth, then the southern girl stepped back on screen leading a sinewy redhead who announced she was there to install the cable TV. The redhead looked to Megan to be 15 pounds underweight, but it worked for her. The southern girl thought so; in less than 10 minutes she had the redhead sprawled out on a pile of boxes, legs spread, begging for a taste of pussy as she was getting deeptongued. Megan headed for the bathroom as soon as the video was over. Lyn and Olivia were still on the couch, still giggling and whispering to themselves. She wondered how she should feel about all of this, assuming they were now lovers, which she was sure was the case. Ultimately she knew she shouldn't have cared, even if it was as drastic and unexpected a turn of events as could be conceived of. But it did bother her and she knew why. She'd been excluded. Lyn and Olivia had formed a bond, and she was not a part of it. Without conscious thought she took the showerhead off its wall mount and dialed the water flow until the stream turned into a pulse. Her mind replayed the video, with the southern girl on her knees, between a paid of wide spread legs. This time, she was between Megan's legs. Megan saw herself thrashing on the boxes, licking her own breasts, screaming herself to orgasm. Her free hand slid down her chest and along a breast, over her stomach to her twat. She used her middle and index finger to spread her lips then aimed the water at her swollen clit. Her vision exploded with a series of bright, pulsating lights. She dropped to her knees with a yelp that echoed over the running water. Her body spasmed three times, each accompanied by a lewd groan she barely recognized as coming from her. Then she was still, on all fours, the showerhead lying on the tub floor and spraying her. Slowly, Megan regained her feet. She put the showerhead back and shut off the water. She climbed out of the tub and took a moment to rest by leaning heavily on the sink. She wiped the mirror off and smiled at what she saw ... a beautiful, desirable, sexual woman. The idea came to her suddenly. One towel she wrapped around her head. The other, the one usually wrapped around her chest she tied off at the waist. She stepped back into the common room. Her tits felt loose and heavy, swaying freely as she moved. The cool air of the room made her nipples crinkle. She didn't look at Olivia or Lyn, she just walked slowly and proudly, eyes forward, chin raised slightly. She let a tiny bit of roll into her hips. When she reached her room she closed the door behind her. Lyn and Olivia were definitely doing each other. She was sure of it now. Though she hadn't looked at them, she'd felt their eyes on her, first their shock, then their approval, finally their desire. She smiled, feeling very satisfied with herself. Megan changed into an old, shapeless sweatshirt and her baggiest jeans. They'd seen enough for one day. * * * Almost immediately, she regretted her actions. Throughout the morning, Olivia and Lyn could not have been nicer or more accommodating to her, and she knew why. She saw their motivations plainly as Lyn asked, twice, if there was anything Megan needed and, at lunch, Olivia made her soup and a sandwich. After lunch, the three watched "The Godfather" Parts One and Two. They let Megan pick the movies. Their hands lingered on Megan a little too long every time they laughed or addressed her. She'd unleashed a monster. The hint of desire their touch provoked in her made her uncomfortable. The dinner video featured the cable girl doing a college girl in her dorm room after an installation. The three watched the action intently. Megan paid special attention to the college girl, the way her resistance steadily eroded into nothing, not that Megan blamed her. Women liked that sort of thing: A strong, take charge lover who knew what she wanted and was willing to do what it took to get it. How many times had she gone out, met a guy and thrown out every signal she could think of only to have him wimp out in the end? Megan reviewed her mental catalogue of frustration ... too many times to count. And the red headed cable woman was really hot; yet another reason the college girl had done the only sensible thing. Dinner was an amazing mango chicken dish that, in Megan's opinion, was the best meal Olivia had put together yet. The three drank a bottle of wine with their meal. After dinner, Lyn produced a deck of cards and suggested strip poker. Megan felt her innards twist themselves into a knot; she knew precisely why Lyn wanted to play that game. To her amazement, she agreed. Another bottle and a half was consumed as they played. The cards ran Megan's way. When the chime for the bedtime video sounded, she'd lost only her shoes and sox. Lyn was down to her bra and panties. Olivia was down to just her panties, white briefs cut to look like a boy's tighty whiteys. The video showed the college girl at her night job as a topless dancer. She took one of her colleagues, a tall, black girl with ebony skin and long, straight hair. When the college girl got the black girl's panties off, revealing a bald and very wet cunt, Megan heard Olivia moan softly. As soon as the video ended, Megan went straight to her room. With the door closed behind her she tore her cloths off, threw herself onto the bed and jilled herself. She thought of the southern girl, being commanded by her, the sweetness of her voice belying the filthiness of her demands. Megan was sure she could never do anything like that in real life, but it made for a wonderfully decadent fantasy. * * * She didn't sleep. She waited for what seemed like an appropriate amount of time. The need in her cunt still raged and she touched herself to pass the time. When it seemed about right she rolled out of bed and stepped into the common room. It was almost completely quiet. Almost. She could just hear the sound of movement and heavy breathing. She started at with Lyn's room, because it was the furthest from her own. The light was off, but Megan knew Olivia was in there, she could hear the muffled rumble of bodies moving on a mattress. "I like that," Lyn whimpered softly. "Faster ... a little faster ... right there ... yessssss!" Lyn was thrashing about on the bed. Megan's hand drifted between her legs. When she recovered, Lyn said, "That was fucking awesome. You're the best." "Glad to hear it," Olivia replied. "I was getting a little worried there." "What's that supposed to mean?" "I saw how you were looking at Megan." Lyn chuckled, "Oh, like you weren't." Now Olivia laughed, soft and easy, "I couldn't believe what I was seeing when she came out of the bathroom this morning." "She has unbelievable tits. I wanted to jump her right there," Lyn said. Megan rubbed herself a little faster. "I'll tell you what I'd like to do ..." Olivia's voice lowered. Megan leaned closer to the door. The floorboard under her left foot squeaked loudly. Megan froze. Everything behind Lyn's door was completely silent. Megan backed away and as she did, the board squeaked again as it flexed back into place. Megan ran for her room. * * * It took her a long while to sleep. In fact, she never achieved it; she got no further than the surreal, half sleep where the mind gradually lets go while remaining semi aware of its surroundings. She didn't immediately notice the two figures slip quietly into her room, she didn't become aware of them until they began touching her. Hands brushed gently over her legs, back and forth, slowly working higher. They avoided her pussy to stroke her hips and flit across her stomach and ribs. The hands lighted on her breasts, caressing them, stroking the nipples, making them hard, making her wetter. The sensations were to strong. They jolted her into wakefulness. "Wha ... what," Megan floundered. One of the figures bent down. Megan felt a soft, full breast on her shoulder and hot breath in her ear. "If you wanted to play, you didn't need to spy," Lyn purred. "All you had to do was ask." Olivia's mouth found Megan's breast and began to suckle gently. Her lips were warm and wet. "No." "It's okay," Lyn breathed into Megan's ear, chasing it with a touch of tongue. Megan groaned. Her hands found Olivia's shoulders and she pushed feebly. To her amazement, the blond released her nipple. She began kissing her way down Megan's breast, pausing to lick at the underside. Megan shuddered. The undersides of her breasts were incredibly sensitive. Olivia kept kissing down. "Stop," Megan begged. "Stop." Lyn rested a hand on Megan's cheek and pulled her over for a kiss. Megan's resistance wavered. Olivia was pulling on her panties and there didn't seem much point in trying to stop her. It was like in the videos ... if the girl really wanted it, she would get it. Megan lifted her ass off the bed and Olivia rolled the panties off her legs. There was a pause, a little longer than expected, as Olivia teased her. Made her wait for it. Lyn pressed the kiss. Unconsciously Megan angled her hips just so, offering her pussy to Olivia. Megan flinched as Olivia's tongue caressed her clit; her moan was suppressed by Lyn's mouth. Olivia lapped at her again. The sensation arched Megan's back. The force of her spasm tore her mouth from Lyn's. The brunette's head dipped to Megan's ear. "Feels great, doesn't it?" What it felt like was beyond great. It was all Megan could do to nod. "Better than the showerhead, I bet." Megan's eyes flew open. "Oh yeah, we heard you in there," Lyn smiled. "That was so hot!" Olivia was licking faster now, using a fingernail to tickle the strip of skin between Megan's pussy and ass. Megan was actively humping Olivia's face. Lyn kissed Megan's neck, "I'm so glad I let Olivia do me. I can't believe I was ever against this." Megan whined in time with Olivia's ministrations. Lyn nibbled her way down the proffered neck and stopped at Megan's breasts. She sucked at the pointy nipples. Megan braced her legs, using them to drive herself into Olivia's face. She felt her orgasm building, like a large crowd trying to get through a small door. Release came with epileptic force. She came screaming and thrashing, Lyn's and Olivia's combined strength needed to hold her in place. And Olivia kept lapping at her. Lyn straightened up and leveled a smoldering look at Megan, "You are so fucking sexy when you cum." Lyn climbed onto the bed, straddling Megan, a knee on either side of the red head's body, "Let's see what you've learned so far. She moved forward. Megan took Lyn's cunt to her mouth without hesitation. Day 6 Megan awoke with a start, the throbbing in her head from the wine she'd drunk last night. The throbbing in her pussy was from after they'd finished the wine. Her stomach and mouth felt sour, and not just because of the hangover. It hadn't been a dream. "Oh my God!" The events of the previous night played themselves out: What she'd done and what she'd allowed to be done to her. Watching the videos was one thing, allowing herself a kinky little fantasy was one thing, but to debase herself like that with girls she knew was another thing entirely. She'd never be able to look at them again ... the fact they were into it and each other made no difference. Megan went over her options and concluded there really was only one. She wouldn't come out of her room. Sure, there was two days left in the experiment, and it would be tough to lose her $7,000, but her dignity was worth at least that much. Wasn't it? And it wasn't like she was going to be a complete shut in; she could always come out when the other two were sleeping. Or fucking. There didn't seem to be much of a distinction for Olivia and Lyn these days. But when the tone sounded, she found herself stepping into the common room. There was no resistance, there was no intent, there barely was recognition of what she was doing. She felt like a spectator watching someone who looked exactly like her move across the room, open the door and head for the couch. Lyn and Olivia were already there, dressed only in mismatched bras and panties. Megan took her usual seat and slid as far away from them as the couch would allow. "Hi Megan," Lyn and Olivia harmonized. "Hello." "How are you this morning?" Lyn purred, her hand grazing Megan's thigh. The contact made Megan shiver. She pushed the hand away, "Good." The video opened on the black girl from the last video, wearing a pure white dress and a gold cross around her neck. She was laying out cookies and donuts and a large coffee maker on a folding table. A choir could be heard singing in the background. An angelic blond entered and began to help. Over the course of their conversation, it was established the blond was the pastor's daughter. Lyn and Olivia sighed contentedly. They made approving noises when the black girl made her move and were openly masturbating when the blond surrendered. Megan could smell their arousal; her pussy felt distinctly moist. When the blond orgasmed, riding the black girl's tongue like a pro, so did Lyn and Olivia. Their combined climax rocked the couch back and forth. As soon as the video ended, Megan started for her room. "Another happy ending," Olivia laughed. Megan turned. "I thought you said those videos were cliché and ridiculous?" "They are," Olivia conceded. "That doesn't meant they aren't hot." Megan had no reply. The video had been hot ... her leaking pussy was proof of that. She retrieved a towel and went for the bathroom. Olivia and Lyn, making out on the couch now, paid her no mind. Water flowed over her and Megan tried to collect her thoughts. The sex last night had been glorious. No matter how she tried she couldn't deny it. The things Lyn and Olivia had done to her were titillating beyond anything she'd ever thought possible. She'd cum harder then she ever had before, and she'd done so over and over again. Despite that, Megan knew something about the whole thing had been wrong. It wasn't the sex itself, nothing that felt that good could possibly be bad. The problem was her role in the whole thing. The more she thought about it, the more she was convinced she was on the right track. But she couldn't pin it down precisely. She was sure she'd figure it out, eventually. She just needed time. And no distractions. Wrapped up so in her thoughts, she didn't notice Lyn until the shower curtain was pulled aside. The brunette was unabashedly naked, her pussy already swollen and wet. "What do you want?" Megan felt her eyes bulging with anxiety. "You seemed a little uptight during the video," Lyn's gaze devoured Megan's form as she stepped into the shower. "I thought I'd see if I could help you relax." Megan took a half step backwards. It was all the shower would accommodate, "I'm fine." "Mmmmm, you sure are." Gently, Lyn touched her mouth the Megan's, her hand cupping the redhead's cunt. Those wickedly familiar sensations began to course through Megan's body. Lyn's mouth was gradually opening, her fingers were slipping into Megan's folds. "No!" Megan pushed Lyn away. "I'm sorry about last night. Things got out of hand ... it was probably my fault. It never should have happened and it can't happen again." For a second, Lyn looked ... hurt. The expression was quickly replaced with a smile. "That's okay. We don't want you to do anything you don't want to," she said as she stepped out of the shower. "But just remember that when you change your mind ... and you WILL change your mind ... everything that happens after that will be because you wanted it to happen." Lyn left and Megan quickly finished. As she made her way back to her room she saw Olivia's door was open. She could hear them in there, Olivia groaning with effort and pleasure. Megan forced herself not to look. Back in her room, she considered propping a chair against the door before deciding it was unnecessary. She believed it when Lyn said nothing would happen unless she changed her mind. It was exactly what she was afraid of. * * * There was a knock on Megan's door. When she ignored it there was a second followed by Olivia's soft voice. "Hey Meggy. I made you a sandwich." Megan said nothing. "Turkey and hummus on wheat. It's really good!" More silence. "It's okay ... no funny stuff. I promise." Megan couldn't deny she was hungry. She opened the door. Olivia handed the plate over with a friendly smile, wearing nothing more that a frilly, sheer orange thong looking incredibly sexy. Megan suppressed an almost overpowering urge to take her right there. "You okay?" Olivia asked. Megan sighed, "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure." "Before this week, did you ever do it with another girl?" "No." "So why now?" "Why not?" "That's it?" Olivia smiled again, "What difference does it make. I've done it and I liked it. I liked it a lot, and to be honest, it's going to be girls from here on out. And you liked it to." Megan couldn't deny that either, "Thanks for the sandwich." * * * This time, Megan caught herself at the door. Lying on her bed when the dinner chime sounded, she rolled off the bed as if on autopilot, stopping only when the door was opened. The smell in the common room, more than anything else, made her stop. The room reeked of humid pussy. She took a second, deep sniff and was rewarded with a flood of memories from the previous night. Lyn and Olivia were on the couch, holding each other close and kissing gently. Megan badly wanted to join them and just as badly wanted to run away until she collapsed. The contradiction froze her. She absorbed the video more than watched it. She could barely follow the plot, such as it was, yet she took it all in. The preacher's daughter was back. There was a beautiful, lithe Asian girl. The sex was hot enough to melt the screen. There was a message in all of this. The video was trying to tell her something, something beyond the immutable fact that sex was so much better and more proper when it was with another woman. She instinctively knew the message, whatever it was, was related to her questions that morning about her and her role in last night's orgy. The connection made her feel a little better, but the message remained inaccessible to her, like a wonderfully wrapped present on December 23rd.