Chapter 18: Last chapter, Betrayal?
The feathers of Edgar's custom-made, gold and crimson robe melted into the summer sun's warm glow as he strutted down the streets of Kalaman. His lithe frame swayed confidently as he neared the grand entrance of the most luxurious establishment in the city, his thoughts darted between pleasure and anticipation.
Edgar strode purposefully towards the line of cloak-clad hostesses, knowing exactly which one would cater to his needs for the evening.
With an exaggerated batting of eyelashes and a throaty coo, she greeted him with a knowing smile. "Tonight, sir, just for you, only the finest most ebony silk and jade lace," she purred, running her fingers suggestively along the seams of her cloak. Edgar chuckled, "How perceptive of you.
Now, let's discuss the ranking for the Blowjob Queen of the week," he smirked.
Allison's face turned bright red, and she pouted, "Edgar, really?"
Sorceress and Emily glanced at each other, sharing a mischievous smile.
Kititara, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to bolt from the room.
Edgar continued, "Alright, let's start with the rankings. Sorceress, you get a 7/10.
You've got a pretty mouth, no doubt, but your technique needs some serious work." Emily giggled. "8/10 for you, babe. You've got great suction and a relentless rhythm."
Kititara blushed. "Edgar, I don't know about this..."
He winked at her. "Don't worry, my little raven-haired beauty. You get a 9/10. Your delicate touch is simply enchanting."
Julie scowled.
"You're enjoying this too much, Edgar."
Edgar gave her a sly grin. "Why so serious, Julie? Lighten up and join in on the fun."
He motioned for her to take her place and join the rest of the girls.
"Everyone has their moments of stupidity," Emily commented, looking at Julie. "But I suppose it's the way we learn and grow, right?"
Emily then let out a wicked laugh. "I mean, look at me.
I'm a fucking mess. I can't even perform a simple task without making a fool of myself," Julie groaned, pressing her face into her hands.
Emily and Kitiara exchanged a look, fighting back their laughter. "Oh, Julie, darling," Emily chuckled, patting her knee. "You're just being too hard on yourself. After all, practice makes perfect."
"Yeah, sure, easy for you to say," Julie scoffed, rolling her eyes.
Edgar, unable to contain himself any longer, burst out laughing.
Julie you get to decide which day of the week you are the butt of the joke, and which girl gets to be the butt of all the jokes today.
"Alright, Julie, you make the call," Edgar said, spreading his arms out and giving a playful grin. "Pick the girl who gets to be the butt of all the jokes today."
Julie paused for a moment, her mind racing as she tried to think of a suitable target. But before she could even open her mouth, Angela spoke up.
"Don't even think about it, Julie. You know it's gonna be me."
Edgar chuckled. "Looks like someone's already volunteered.
Thanks for being such a good sport, Ang," Edgar winked.
Angela rolled her eyes, but couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Alright, alright. I'll be the butt of the jokes today. Just please, no fart noises."
Emily snorted. "Oh come on, Angela. Where's your sense of humor? We all have to let loose sometimes."
Kititara nodded. "Yeah, lighten up.
Come on, Angela, it's all in good fun," Edgar said with a grin.
The idea was to make Angela the butt of the jokes by placing her in humiliating situations, trivializing her in the presence of others, including her potential romantic interests. But Ang@Dumb bitch collar @Blindfold @Camera ela, with her indomitable spirit, wasn't about to let Hannah or Emily push her around for too long.
"Fine, have it your way guys.
Angela list and rate 5 guys you have had crushes on in your life. Include Edgar.
Angela list and rate 5 guys you have had crushes on in your life. Include Edgar.
(Rating: 10/10 - because he's the fucking lead character, let's not forget)
"Thank you for your honesty, Angela," Edgar replied, smirking. "Now, shall we proceed with today's little game?"
Edgar chuckled and continued, "Today, we're going to play a game called 'Who's the Biggest Slut.' The goal is to see who can outdo each other in terms of embarrassing sexual encounters and one-night stands.
"I'm already regretting this," Julie grumbled.
"Come on, lighten up," Emily said, nudging her. "It's all in good fun."
Angela rolled her eyes but decided to play along. "Fine, I'll go first.
I had this one-night stand," Angela said, a blush creeping up her cheeks, "hardest dick I've ever run into, but he couldn't even last three minutes. Dude had all the credentials but couldn't back it up. Let's see, I rate that guy a -10 outta 10." The room erupted with laughter.
Meanwhile, Angela was still going strong with her list of awful one-night stands.
Suddenly someone started facefucking Angela, but because she had a blindfold on she didn't know who it was. She reacted.
"What the fuck?" Angela yelped. Edgar told her to comply with her contract and every 5 sucks she stopped and guessed who it could be. After every guess the facefucker grabbed her hair and put her back to work. Edgar said, today he person who giggles the most and does the best eye rolling at another girl gets a prize.
"Oh please, like I'm gonna win that," Julie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms across her chest.
But as Emily started to giggle at Sorceress's expense, Julie couldn't help but join in. They shared a secret smile, their competitive spirits igniting.
Angela had a brief break when the man spit in her face. Edgar asked her, is it better if the guy is someone you really respect and wish you could date for real, or if it is someone you shot down who is pissed at you?
Angela thought for a moment, considering Edgar's question. "Well, I'd prefer the latter," Angela replied. "At least then I could feel superior and have the upper hand. It's always satisfying to see a guy who rejected me beg for it."
Edgar nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I know what you mean. It's like a form of validation, almost."
Suddenly, the door swung open and Holly, the barmaid, walked in with a tray of drinks.
The girls cheered and Angela, who still had no idea who was facefucking her, took a much-needed breather to down her drink.
"Holly, dear, would you mind taking over for a bit?" Edgar asked, winking at her. Holly nodded eagerly and replaced Angela's position in front of him. He wrapped an arm around Holly's waist, pulling her closer.
"You're such a lifesaver, Holly," Edgar said, his hand wandering dangerously close to her ass.
Meanwhile, Angela was being put through the wringer by the mystery man between her legs. She tried to guess who it was, but her mind was drawing a blank. Every guess she made resulted in the facefucker grabbing her hair and putting her back to work.
"Ow! Not so hard, you dick!" Angela yelled, swatting at the air.
Emily giggled as she watched Angela squirm. "Looks like someone's getting too cocky," she teased. As Angela got fucked doggie style by a mystery man, Edgar said, well I asked you which was better. List 5 emotions you feel right now and rate them while getting fucked from behind.
Angela sighed and called out her responses, "Frustration - 10/10. Confusion - 7/10. Humiliation - 8/10. Anger - 9/10. Amusement - 6/10."
"Alright, Angela, looks like you've come to a conclusion. It's best when a guy you wished would respect you is the one begging for a good fuck from behind," Edgar declared confidently, winking at Angela.
Well guess what after you are done Angela you will get to talk to a crush of yours. You will not be allowed to wipe cum and spit off your face and your tits will be out. Angela was taken aback, but swallowed her pride and complied with the rules. As she continued to be face-fucked by the mystery man, she felt her heart racing, and her body growing hot with desire. It was a strange mixture of humiliation and pleasure that coursed through her veins.
The party went on throughout the night, with each girl taking their turn as the Blowjob Queen. It was all in good fun, but Angela couldn't shake the feeling that she was being put through a trial of some sort. At one point, she heard someone say, "I told you, Angela.
You always end up looking like a whore."
Angela's face flushed with indignation. "I am not a whore! I just like sex!"
Several catcalls followed, with Julie chiming in angrily, "You're a total slut, Angela!"
She shrugged, still maintaining her cool despite the humiliation. "And? Is there something wrong with that?"
Meanwhile, tucked away in a corner, Edgar was passing around a set of pilfered lingerie from yet another hostess. The blindfold was removed, she was shocked when she saw who had fucked her but quickly took a load in the face and eyes so her vision was blurred.
Emily said, "Now you have to talk to this guy with cum all over your face and tits."
Angela grumbled but went with the flow. She started cleaning her face with her shirt, while Edgar laughed and said, "Uh-uh-uh, no cheating! You need to talk to him like that!" Emily giggled, "Yeah Angela, don't be a party pooper."
Angela sighed and walked over to the guy. He was a handsome and muscular man, with a smug smile on his face as he looked at her.
Angela could only guess who it was, but her imagination ran wild. "Hey, uh, hi there. I, uh, didn't expect to see you here," Angela stuttered, feeling the cum on her face and tits dry up in the night air. The man just chuckled, "I couldn't resist the invitation, my dear. You look as beautiful as ever with my load all over you."
Emily and Kitiara burst out laughing, while Angela rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Easy for you to say," Angela muttered, dusting herself off. "At least I have the ability to shut you idiots up when I get the chance."
Suddenly, Edgar walked up to her, wearing a cartoonishly large straw hat adorned with black feathers and a sparkling red jewel perched atop.
"No need for hostility, my dear," he said with a flirtatious grin. "You and I both know how good friends we still are, despite all our differences. After all, we have a long history together.
We met years ago at a small, seedy pub on the outskirts of town. He was a traveling bard, and I was a young, naive maiden who had never experienced the magic of music and magic.
We talked for hours, and I found myself completely captivated by his charm and charisma. Despite my initial hesitation, I agreed to accompany him on his travels. It was a decision I would never regret.
Fast forward several years, and we found ourselves arriving in the bustling city of Kalaman.
We were invited to a grand banquet at the palace, courtesy of the king himself. It was an opportunity to mingle with other bards and perform in front of high-ranking officials. Despite his reservations, Edgar knew he couldn't pass up this opportunity.
As we entered the palace gates, I couldn't help but feel intimidated by the luxurious surroundings. I had never attended such a grand event before, and I couldn't suppress my nervousness. But Edgar, always the charismatic leader, confidently approached the receptionist and announced our arrival.
"Ah, yes, the infamous traveling troupe! We are here to perform for your majesty," he boasted, thrusting his chest out.
I could only watch in awe as my handsome bard friend schmoozed the staff and easily convinced them to give us the best table in the house, right next to the king himself.
The grand hall was filled with all the nobility of Kalaman, dressed in the most extravagant outfits I had ever seen. jewels sparkled, silks shimmered, and laughter filled the air.
Julie, who was standing nearby, rolled her eyes. "Can you believe all these high society pricks?" she said to Emily, who was busy trying on a particularly tight corset.
Angie, who was out in the courtyard, overheard the conversation and snickered. "Yeah, who would want to hang out with a bunch of limp dicks?" she said aloud, causing Edgar to chuckle. "Only when it comes to cock, my angel," he shot back.
Back in the bedroom, Angela was continuing her session with the mystery man.
Her breasts were exposed and she had been instructed to answer multiple choice questions related to her past sexual exploits.
"Has anyone ever made you wear a collar when you were trying to seduce them?" Angela asked, trying to throw the man off guard.
"Are you kidding me? That's nothing," he said with a smirk. "I've had girlfriends that make me wear collars as a condition of our relationship."
"That's just fucked up!" Angela protested as she finished blowing him again.
"I can't go out there like this!"
But Edgar just smirked, "Oh come on Ang, live a little. Besides, it's not like they don't know what you've been up to."
Emily and Sorceress snickered as Angela adjusted her clothes, trying her best to hide the wet spot on her shirt. But next time, give me some warning!" Angela said as she stormed out of the room.
Meanwhile, Julie was in the corner, nursing a drink.
Emily approached her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Julie my dear, you've been so quiet. Care to join us for a little game?"
Julie sighed and took another sip of her drink. "I don't know, Emily. I don't think I'm up for any of your stupid games today."
"Oh, lighten up, Julie!" Emily exclaimed. "This one is going to be fun, I promise. We just need to come up with some really embarrassing moments from our pasts.
I can start. One of my greatest regrets was when I tried to impress this guy named Rufus. I must have drank way too much wine and I ended up stripping down to just my underwear, mooning the entire tavern. "Rufus barely even looked at me," Angela said while blushing furiously. "I was a complete wreck!" she cried.
Emily cackled, "Oh my god, that's amazing! Let me try: I was at this wild party and I thought it would be funny to chug an entire bottle of vinegar.
I ended up pissing everywhere and people were laughing at me for the rest of the night. (5/10 - not exactly a proud moment)
Kititara: I once took a shameful bath with my brother, and he accidentally stepped on a perfumed rose petal. Feeling embarrassed and wanting to cover up the incident, I claimed it as a new exotic scent I concocted.
Meanwhile, Edgar kept calling me "The Rose-scented Bath Princess."
He found it hilarious, while I pretended to be annoyed. But deep down, I couldn't help but enjoy the attention.
Julie, on the other hand, was getting increasingly uncomfortable. She tried to change the subject, but Emily and Edgar kept egging each other on. Finally, I had enough. Let's move on from the embarrassing stories," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "How about we play a game instead? Something more... productive."
Edgar raised an eyebrow. "Productive?
Like what?" Edgar asked with a smirk.
"I don't know, something like a challenge. Like, who can come up with the most creative use for a banana in the next five minutes!" I suggested, trying to keep the mood light.
"Oh, I've got a great use for a banana!" Emily piped up, grabbing a long, fake banana prop off the table. "Check this out!" She proceeded to make obscene gestures with the banana, causing everyone to burst into laughter.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Edgar said, wiping tears from his eyes. "You're quite the comedian."
"Alright, Julie, your turn," Emily said, tossing a banana to her.
"Um...I think I'll pass," Julie said, awkwardly holding the banana.
"Oh come on, don't be a party pooper," Kititara said, snatching the banana from Julie and making her own lewd movements with it.
The entire room burst into laughter as Julie pouted and sulked dramatically. Emily smirked, enjoying seeing her nemesis put in her place.
"Alright, alright," Julie finally said, throwing her hands up in defeat. "I've got an idea. Let's turn the tables on the boys this time."
Emily and Kate nodded excitedly as Julie whispered a plan to them. Soon, the trio was whispering and planning, their conspiratorial whispers barely containing their excitement.
Edgar listened with interest, a smirk slowly growing on his face. "Oh Julie, you're such a clever one. I like where you're going with this."
Julie shot him a satisfied grin, relishing in Edgar's validation. "Thanks. I think this will be perfect to put Kylie in her place."
The four of them gathered around the table, cameras at the ready, secretly taking photos of the unsuspecting Kylie, who was preoccupied with texting her latest fling.