Chapter 15: Double the Slut, Double the Fun
The bass from downstairs was a physical thing, a thudding pulse that vibrated through the stained carpet under Ellie’s knees. Up here, in Chad’s bedroom, the air hung thick and stale – sweat, cheap cologne, weed, and something vaguely metallic. Discarded red cups littered the floor like fallen soldiers amidst crumpled jeans and t-shirts. Posters of bikini-clad women leered down from walls painted a grimy beige. The TV blared a muted football game, its flickering light casting jerky shadows.
Chad’s fingers were knotted tightly in Ellie’s tangled, glitter-streaked hair, forcing her head down. His cock filled her mouth, thick and insistent, pressing against the back of her throat. She gagged, saliva slicking her chin, eyes watering. The oversized, green glitter pasty on her left breast had come partially unstuck, the adhesive failing against sweat. It hung precariously, flashing cheap sparkle with each choked breath she tried to take around him. Her wings, flimsy plastic and wire, were bent awkwardly against the side of the unmade bed.
"Fuck yeah, Finch," Chad grunted, his voice thick above the muffled roar from below. His hips pistoned forward, hitting that tender spot again. "Take it. Just like you wanted, right? Saw the pic." He chuckled, the sound coarse. "Knew you were thirsty for it."
Beside her, Sera made a loud, theatrical moan. "Mmm, you taste so good, Tyler," she slurred around the other frat brother, her voice dripping with a practiced, porn-star imitation. Her purple skirt had ridden up impossibly high, the glitter paste on her ass cheeks catching the TV light as she bounced slightly on her knees. One of her pasties was completely gone, lost somewhere in the room's chaos, leaving her bare breast exposed, nipple stiff. She didn’t seem to notice, or care. Her focus was entirely on the cock in her mouth, the approving grunts from Tyler, the way his free hand groped her roughly.
Tyler smirked down at Sera’s bobbing head. "Damn, Moreau. Knew you were a freak." He glanced over at Ellie, struggling, tears cutting tracks through the glitter dust on her cheeks. "Keep gagging like that, Finch. Sounds hot."
Ellie’s jaw ached. A deep, grinding pain radiated from her temples. Her throat felt raw, scraped. She tried to focus on the validation, the reason she was here – the likes, the comments, the way Chad’s buddies had whooped when she and Sera, shimmering and nearly naked, had strutted into the party. She’d pushed her ass out extra hard on the stairs, feeling dozens of eyes on the glitter-coated cheeks Sera had so thoroughly highlighted. The ache between her legs had been almost painful then, a demanding throb.
Now, that ache was a distant, ignored signal beneath the immediate physical distress. She gagged again, a wet, ugly sound. Chad’s grip tightened, forcing her deeper. Stars exploded behind her squeezed-shut eyelids. The cheap perfume Sera had doused them in earlier mixed nauseatingly with the scent of male exertion. She could feel the thin strap of her green thong cutting in, the grit of fallen glitter in places it shouldn't be.
"Come on, bitch, swallow," Chad commanded, his voice rougher. "Show me how bad you want it."
She tried. Her throat convulsed. More tears spilled. Humiliation, hot and sharp, warred with the desperate need for him to finish, to be pleased, to tell the others how good she was. She remembered the comment Sera posted for her: Come find us and you can inspect anything you want 😉. Tyler had found them first, dragging Chad upstairs almost immediately. This was the inspection. Her body was the object.
Sera pulled off Tyler with an obscene pop. "Gonna make you cum so hard, baby," she purred, her voice husky. She leaned forward, taking him deep again, hollowing her cheeks dramatically. She glanced sideways at Ellie, a flicker of something competitive in her heavily mascaraed eyes – See? This is how you do it.
Ellie whimpered around Chad’s cock. The sound seemed to excite him. He groaned, his hips stuttering. "Yeah… fuck… that’s it…" His thrusts became erratic, harder. Ellie braced herself, her hands gripping his thighs, knuckles white. The pressure built, unbearable, then released in hot, bitter spurts flooding her mouth. She choked, trying to pull back, but Chad held her firm, forcing her to take it all, his groan of release echoing Tyler’
The bitter, salty flood hit the back of Ellie's throat as Chad held her pinned. She gagged violently, tears streaming freely, mixing with saliva and glitter on her chin. Her throat burned raw when he finally, mercifully, released her hair with a satisfied grunt.
"Fuck yeah," Chad exhaled, stepping back, wiping sweat from his brow. Ellie collapsed forward onto her hands, coughing, spitting out the remnants onto the dirty carpet. The acidic taste clung to her tongue, her stomach churning.
Beside her, Sera yelped. "Tyler, baby, not the face!" Tyler grinned, his hand tightening in her bleached hair as he thrust shallowly. "Shut up and take it, slut." His release pulsed thick and white across Sera's heavily made-up cheek, her nose, her open, protesting mouth. She flinched but didn't pull away, swallowing what had landed inside, smearing the rest with the back of her hand, her expression a strange mix of disgust and performative acceptance.
"Alright, fairy bitches," Tyler chuckled, stepping back to zip up. He surveyed his work on Sera's face with evident pride. "Time for dessert." Chad grabbed Ellie's upper arm, hauling her unceremoniously back onto her knees beside Sera. Tyler gripped Sera's shoulder.
"Kiss her," Chad ordered Ellie, his voice devoid of anything but casual command. His fingers dug into her bicep. "Right now. Deep." Ellie froze, blinking up at him, the taste of Chad still coating her mouth, nausea rising. Sera turned towards her, Tyler's residue streaking her face, glistening under the TV light. Sera’s eyes, despite the smudged mascara, held a strange vacancy, a practiced readiness.
"Go on, Ellie," Sera murmured, her voice low and rough. Her breath smelled of Tyler. "Do it. They want it." She leaned in slightly, Tyler's cum glistening near her lips. Ellie recoiled internally, the humiliation a physical ache deeper than the soreness in her jaw. This wasn't the validation she thought she craved; it was something else, something degrading and cold. But the weight of Chad's expectation, the pressure of his hand, the memory of those party eyes watching her strut – it crushed the rebellion before it formed.
Chad shoved her forward. "Now, Finch."
Ellie closed her eyes, the cheap glitter gritty against her eyelids. She met Sera's sticky, painted lips. Sera opened her mouth immediately, her tongue pushing forward, insistent. The combined taste exploded on Ellie's tongue – the lingering bitterness of Chad, the sharper saltiness of Tyler, cheap lip gloss, and stale beer. Sera moaned softly, theatrically, her hand coming up to clutch the back of Ellie's neck, pulling her deeper into the foul kiss. Their wings clacked awkwardly together. Ellie tasted the grit of fallen glitter on Sera's skin, felt the smear of wetness transferred onto her own lips and chin.
It was mechanical, a grotesque mimicry of intimacy. Sera moved her mouth with practiced ease, her tongue probing, ensuring their audience saw the transfer. When Sera finally pulled back slightly, a thin, pearly strand briefly connecting their lips before snapping, Ellie saw the faint smear of Tyler on her own chin. Sera licked her own lips deliberately, catching the mixed residue. "Mmm," she hummed, looking past Ellie at the boys. "Good?"
"Hot. Fucking filthy." Tyler nodded approvingly. Chad just grunted, already reaching for his beer on the nightstand. "Alright, get lost, pixies. Go find someone else to bug." He waved a dismissive hand towards the door. "Party's downstairs."
Sera scrambled up instantly, wiping her face again with a grimace that vanished as she turned towards the door, aiming for a sway in her hips despite her disheveled state. "C'mon, Ellie," she called over her shoulder, her voice regaining its artificial brightness. "Plenty more dicks to earn points with." She flashed Tyler a quick, strained smile.
Ellie stayed on her knees for a second longer on the stained carpet, the combined tastes coating her mouth, the sharp scent of sex and sweat thick in the air. Her green pasty hung loose, her thong twisted. She swallowed hard, forcing down the bile and the lingering, unwelcome fluids. Then, mechanically, she pushed herself up, ignoring the ache in her knees and the cold dread settling in her stomach. She followed Sera, her glitter-dusted shoulders slumped, stepping over discarded clothes and cups towards the roar of the party below. The hollow click of the door latch behind them felt like a period on a sentence she never meant to write.