“Someone called in a favour,” I say with my fiercest ‘don’t ask’ expression. “And if I don’t do this, I’ll need to leave school, then you’ll be searching for a new flatmate.”
There’s a long pause.
“We don’t find our flatmates, silly.” Finley bumps my shoulder. “The agency does.”
“But we definitely don’t want to train up a new one,” Rosa says, relenting. “We only just got used to you.” She hands the phone back to me and ducks into her room, returning minutes later with such a large use of silicone I wonder the suppliers haven’t run out.
The fake cock wobbles back and forth on its suction base, thick veins moulded along the sides with far too much attention to detail for my liking.
“I hope you washed that,” Finley says, pulling down the corners of her mouth. “Better still, I hoped you boiled it.”
“People pay good money for a taste of my vagina,” Rosa says with a shake of her head. “You should count your lucky stars if you get it for free.”
When I hesitate to touch the gigantic phallus, she winks at me. “Don’t worry. It gets thoroughly cleaned between uses. Sniff it if you don’t believe me.”
Even the suggestion makes me pale, but I oblige and have to agree. The chances that the scent of Dove bodywash exactly matches to Rosa’s nether regions is extremely low.
Finley advises, “You should head straight to the balls. They won’t expect it and what you lack in experience, you’ll make up for in novelty value.”
“I don’t want to be a novelty item,” I growl. “Just not so bad that I’ll be a legend in the halls of McKenzie High until the end of time.”
“No chance,” Rosa says with a wink. “A bad blowy isn’t worth more than a week’s gossip. You’d have to bite it off to make legend status.”
Staring at the silicone replica, I whisper, “Don’t tempt me.”
“Not something the boys want to hear.” Rosa waggles a finger in my face. “Now, pay attention. What you need is saliva and plenty of it. Don’t worry about getting sloppy. The key to a satisfying BJ is for both parties to end up covered in spit. Or object, in this case. You want to avoid friction.”
“I’m not much of a spitter.”
Rosa drags her chair closer, the legs screeching on the lino floor. “You want me to be gentle or realistic?”
As if applying an extra handicap, all the saliva in my mouth dries at her question. “Realistic?”
She takes my left fist and straightens my fingers, pressing a kiss to my palm before placing it flat on the table. “Tap twice and I’ll stop. I’ll ignore any protests you make with your mouth, so remember.”
I slap the table twice.
“Thatta girl.” Rosa grabs a bunch of my hair in her fist. “Open your mouth.” As I do, she rolls her eyes. “Properly. Like you’re feeling sexy. Stick your tongue out—no, not tight like that. Let it relax against the bottom of your mouth like a dog panting, and just turn it up a little at the tip.”
My nervous giggles probably don’t help. Rosa’s patience evaporates in an instant. She clenches her fist tighter and pushes my mouth onto the dildo, which she holds steady in her other hand.
It fills my mouth, presses against the back of my throat. My eyes water. Is she trying to kill me? I gag and spit gushes out, spilling along the length of the fake phallus and dripping to the table.
“That’s a good girl,” she purrs and the combination of her harsh hand and soft voice start a WhatsApp group of messages shooting between my crotch, my lips, and my chest. “Swallow.”
She presses the back of my neck harder, forcing more of the silicone into my mouth, into my throat. I’m choking. I fight against her. The muscles in my shoulders tense as my eyes open wide, trying to catch hers. She needs to stop. I need to breathe.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Finley says, holding a phone close enough for me to see in my peripheral vision. “Now, work it, baby.”
She dissolves into giggles as I struggle harder, desperate for air. The whole world is my guttural gagging, spit pouring, eyes streaming.
I finally remember how to operate my hand and slap the table until my palm stings and Rosa wrenches my head back so I can drag in a gasp.
“Stop!”
“Don’t stop now,” Finley grumbles. “Make her do it again. I wanna show my girlfriend why licking my vagina isn’t the hardship she makes it out to be.”
“Grab the base with your hand,” Rosa says in the bored voice of an academic tutor. “If you can’t reach all the way around, use both.”
