Phoebe is there, but she's all alone. That rather puzzles you, as the note gave you the definite impression that there would be others present. The room is lit by several candles, and Phoebe is wearing her school uniform with several buttons undone down the front. She's pacing around, as if waiting for someone, which of course she is.
taps you on the shoulder, and you look up. "Go around back," she mouths silently, motioning with her hand. "I'll watch from here."
You aren't sure that having around to watch is what you would have wanted given the choice, but that's what you're saddled with. You get to your feet and creep quietly outside and around to the basement entrance. The doors come open easily, and you climb down the steep stairway to the door, where you knock and whistle.
Phoebe opens it. "Hi," she says with a smile.
"Hi yourself," you reply. You glance just behind her, and see that the trapdoor in the ceiling is barely visible. "Am I the first one here?"
"Looks like all my friends had better things to do tonight," Phoebe says, pulling you inside. "What a shame, hm?"
"Real bummer. So, what do we...mmmph!!"
Phoebe suddenly throws herself at you and attaches her lips to yours, kissing firmly and thrusting her tongue forcefully into your mouth. Then, just as suddenly, she pulls away.
"Like it?" she asks.
"Um... it was a litte unexpected," you reply. You notice that is still keeping silent, though you can imagine she's fuming.
"Broke the ice, didn't it?" Phoebe asks. She slips over to a large, patched sofa and reclines, hiking her skirt high on her legs. "You know, just because no one else is here, it doesn't mean we can't have a party. In fact, I think I can welcome you to the school much better in privacy."
It's an awkward situation, especially since you'd probably take her up on this if weren't watching your every move. "What did you have in mind?" you say, stalling for time.
"How about we take off all our clothes," Phoebe says, pausing to lick one finger, "and fuck our brains out?"
She stands up again and pulls her shirt over her head in a smooth motion, revealing a pair of milky-white tits with large, pink nipples that go hard instantly in the cool of the basement. Licking a finger again, she wets one nipple and purrs with delight.
"Don't you want to come feel them?" she asks in a faux-innocent voice.
You certainly do. But you have an audience. "Er, Phoebe, what if we get caught?" you ask.
She laughs out loud. "Caught? I'm Miss Stoller's Golden Girl, in case you hadn't noticed. I never get caught, and I never get in trouble. And if you play your cards right, I can see to it that you have a very, very comfortable year. Believe me, , you want me on your side." She walks slowly toward you as she speaks, her voice dropping to a whisper as she adds, "And you want me, period. I know you do." |