- - - Day 2 - - -

Jimmy wakes up to golden light coming through sheer curtains. He's a little dazed. The silk sheets are stuck to his sweaty skin. He rolls onto his side and takes in the guest room and the empty halls outside; no Sophie, no Kate, no Sara. Only a faint aroma lingers in the air. His body hums with pent-up energy, and the memory of last night makes his heart throb, as well as his morning wood. Jimmy cautiously moves to his feet and goes barefoot out the door, drawn by curiosity and the distant sound of waves.

The resort seems pretty small but still oddly empty. On his brief walk through the halls of the resort, he walks past luxurious lounges and an empty pool until he discovers a doorway into another building of the facility. Pushing it open, he walks into a dimly lit gym with mirrors on either side reflecting rows of shiny equipment. He notices a set of dumbbells next to a treadmill with the monitor still on, paused.

The opposite side of the room has a row of lockers. Jimmy crouches beside the cold metal lockers, noticing a doorway that leads to a bathroom probably. With his head right against the lockers, he can hear the steady pounding of feet on rubber mats emanating from the shower area. Someone's here. Without thinking, he ducks into an unlocked locker, leaving the door slightly open to watch the reflection in the mirror. Sweat trickles down his neck as he waits, caught between the urge to flee and the pull of curiosity. Thin clouds of steam roll out from the bathroom doors as Sara steps out, her toned body glistening with moisture, clad in pink workout shorts and a cropped sports bra that accentuates her curves. Water drops slide down her thighs as she towels her golden hair. Spotting the open locker, she walks towards it with a sly grin. Her fingers lightly push the door from barely open to closed, trapping Jimmy inside. "Hmmm. How'd that get open? Oh well," she says seemingly to herself.

Jimmy catches a gasp as the door shuts with a clang, throwing him into darkness. A thin sliver of light from the locker's slats shows Sara's legs as she steps onto the treadmill right in front of him. He feels the urge to scream for help, the memory of her nails digging into his skin yesterday keeps him quiet. Of the three girls, Sara seems least likely to let him off easy for even a little peeking. He watches through his narrow window as she moves her hips with each stride. The only part of her body he can see is her plump ass in her tight shorts. He squeezes his fists in the cramped space, both afraid and fascinated. Sara leans forward to grab something out of view. Probably a water bottle, because she arches her back to take a sip, giving Jimmy a clear view of her ass jutting out. She know's he's watching her, but acts as if she doesn't, fueling his fixation. 

Inside the locker, Jimmy keeps staring as Sara's ass keeps jiggling. His heart thumps, torn between looking away and her hypnotic sway. He can feel the air inside the locker heating to a feverish temperature and tries to stay quiet. She lets out a lazy sigh. "Mmm... such a good view today," she murmurs, fully aware of who has the real good view through the slats. He finds it more and more difficult to look away from her perfect curves. She reaches to adjust her shorts, pulling the waistband the reveal a glimpse of more skin before snapping it against her skin.

The treadmill whirs as Sara continues jogging. She sets a deliberately sensual pace. Every step moves her hips. Jimmy can't see her face when she smiles wickedly and increases the incline, thrusting her derriere towards his hiding spot. His fingers twitch towards his waistband, mesmerized by the captivating jiggle of Sara's perfect ass mere feet away but inaccessible to him. The locker is stiflingly hot. He licks his dry lips, eyes transfixed on the beads of sweat running along the crevice of her cheeks.

Sara reaches over to adjust the settings on the treadmill with a nice, exaggerated stretch. She murmurs something only loud enough for him to hear: "Slow now... Steady pace. Keep those eyes right here." She increases the incline, and every movement of her body becomes amplified. "That's it. Focus... don't rush." She turns her hips with each step. Jimmy's fingers twitch again as her unintentional instructions wash over his foggy mind. His hand slides into his pants despite himself and he starts jerking off as he watches her ass bounce. The locker door rattles softly with his jerky motions as he follows her commands; slow strokes, steady pace, eyes locked on her mesmerizing movements until his hips buck involuntarily against his palm.

Sara turns up the speed on the treadmill slowly. "Mmm... just like that," she purrs, her pace matching with his strokes. Every sway of her ass syncs with a pump of his hard cock. The locker rattles as Jimmy's knees buckle inside the walls, the pleasure building. Pressing his forehead to the steel door, Sara's seductive commands break down his last inhibitions. All he can see is her ass, every shake, every step seared in his mind. Her soft skin and supple thighs are on full display. His hands keep moving to the rhythm as he gasps, mind melting at the alluring sight. He's far past the point of ogling. His aching erection twitches and leaks precum in total surrender.

Whatever thoughts he had left are now all about by Sara's thick hips and big jiggly ass. He stares, awestruck and slack-jawed. Her entrancing strut has him completely mesmerized. Every clap of her feet sends a pulse of pleasure through him.

Sara smiles, knowing he can't see it on her face. Knowing that all he can see is her firm ass. She is well aware of what's going on Jimmy's mind. Boys, she had found, were all so similar once they were broken. She was right; Jimmy begins to imagine, visions filling the surrounding darkness. He imagines how good it would feel for her to sit on his face. To breathe in the scent of her with every suffocating breath. Every movement of her ass is enough to drive him crazy from afar, and to feel each each heavenly shake up close... it feels so good just thinking about it. 

He's about to cum when the treadmill stops abruptly. His hand freezes along with the metronome of Sara's steps. She steps off the treadmill slowly. Jimmy keeps staring at her ass, desperate for release. "Almost there..." she purrs, turning to face the locker directly. "But no finishing yet." Her words can easily sound like self-talk, but she's fully aware of the control it holds over Jimmy, especially after such intense teasing. His hand releases his needy erection at her command, his body trembling.

The locker door creaks as Jimmy leans his forehead against it, helplessly watching through the slats as Sara casually towels off her glistening body and wanders out of his view. He tries to move but finds he has no control over his body. He tries to break free, even if just to get another glimpse of her perfect ass that would send him spiralling right back into submission. His cock throbs painfully, denied release despite the overwhelming stimulation. He's frozen in the dark locker against the metal wall, his breaths echoing in the cramped space. Images of Sara's mesmerizing hips swaying rhythmically on the treadmill replay in his mind. His hips twitch involuntarily at the memory, his neglected erection throbbing against the fabric of his trousers.

Minutes blur together as he obsesses over the scene; how Sara's hips swayed, how her thighs flexed, how her voice spoke with such obvious intention that his arousal-clouded mind masked with false innocence. His fingers twitch toward his waistband again, but involuntarily halt. No matter how much he wants to, it's like he can't break Sara's command. The locker becomes stifling as he imagines her turning to face him and locking eyes with him through the slats while her hands heft up her ass. Her ass... it's quickly become his obsession. He drifts off, his dazed thoughts never changing subject.

A bright light stabs at Jimmy’s eyes when the locker swings wide. Kate's grin catches him off guard. "Oops! Wasn't expecting company," she chirps. Then she yelps. Jimmy crashes forward, body feeling like dead weight, and stumbling right into her chest, face shoved against her softness, the fabric of her pale purple bikini straining dangerously.

Laughing, Kate pats his head while he gasps into the warm of her cleavage. "Awww, someone missed me!" Her fingers tangle his hair, keeping him pressed snugly against her chest as she sways, slow and teasing. His muffled protests die, smothered when she lifts slightly, drawing him further into her breasts. The bikini stretches tight across her, damp with sweat. He grabs at her sides to steady himself, palms sliding on her thick thighs.

Kate's giggle vibrates through her chest, amplifying the sensation against Jimmy's pinned head. "Oopsie~" she whispers teasingly as her leg loops around him, dragging his hips forward so his crotch grinds against her thigh through his trousers. Pressure builds where her thigh meets his groin while her hands twist his hair tighter. He has no choice but to stare up. Her chest fills every inch of his sight, curves pushing against thin cloth. "Naughty boy, hiding in lockers. But don't worry," she says, "I'm here for you now." She emphasizes her words with a hypnotic bounce of her chest. Her thigh rubs against him, making him twitch without thinking. His mind blinks out for a second when her back lifts suddenly, the purple fabric stretched taut over her full breasts threatening to spill free. His brain is being overloaded by the color, motion, shape, and feeling.

A sudden shift in her stance pins Jimmy hard against the locker, his back meeting solid steel. Warmth from her chest seals off any escape, leaving him caught mid-breath. One hands helps hold him firm but softly while the opposite one hovers low, just above his straining erection. "Shhh... I know sweetie," she says softly, almost kindly, as her hips roll against his leg. He jerks beneath her touch and she grins. "I know it's hard to think... so you don't have to," she murmurs, one hand pressing her breasts together around his face, muffling whimpers. Sensations build up; the squeezing of her boobs, the slow circling of her touch below. Every time she inhales, he sinks further into the warm valley of her cleavage. Her voice drops to a hypnotic whisper. "Just let go. Do you like how my hands squeeze my soft boobs?" Jimmy's hands twitch, helpless. Trapped in the curve of her chest, his body jerks, desperately needy and on the edge. "Picture them squeezing every thought right out of that silly head... yeah, just like that."

The lavender bikini pulls dangerously tight across her chest with each breath, her plush and warm breasts swallowing any attempt to speak. Kate giggles at his writhing body and incoherent groans, making her breasts jiggle around his face again. Her one hand is now rubbing his cock through his pants. "Aww, is poor thing pent up?"  she coos, feeling his erection. "Should I make it worse? Why don't you start jerking off for me?"

Without thinking, his fingers jerk towards his waistband at her command. Yet something stops him halfway. He's still subconsciously obeying Sara's earlier instruction to not touch himself or finish. He whines against Kate's skin, his hips bucking helplessly against her hand and thigh while his cock throbs. "I- I can't," he gasps, the words weak and unsteady.

Kate's hands twist into Jimmy's hair, tilting his face up so she can see his glazed eyes. Noticing it, she smirks, and realizes "Ohhhh, someone else gave you rules." She pushes her body closer against the locker until the fullness of her chest holds him in place again. "Only one way to fix that..." Without waiting, her hand cups his groin, finding him even harder beneath the cloth. "...by making you addicted to me instead." His belt clicks and gives way fast, pants sliding down before he can protest. Her hand starts to slowly stroke him, fingers brushing the tender underside of his shaft as she leans in. "Someone told you no cumming?" she whispers, her hand rubbing his leaking tip. "Good thing I didn't."

The dual assault of her hand pumping faster while her cleavage smothers his face is overwhelming. His vision blurs as tension buildings, muscles locking under waves of pressure. A quiet groan escapes before he can stop it. Every jiggle of her chest syncs with her strokes, her fingers holding firms as his hips twitch near her palm. At this point, his coherent thought has dissolved into pure pleasure. Kate hums approvingly. Her grip tightens and she keeps jerking him off. She rocks forward, each slow movement worsening his breast-induced hypnotic stupor. "There we go," she murmurs, watching his eyelids flutter.

"First lesson: my body owns your pleasure now." Her hand lets go of his cock just as she grinds her tight against his leg, making sure his climax hits hard and helplessly. His legs tremble, so close to the edge. Kate holds his head tight, smothered in her chest. "Good boys cum for me, not from me," she says. "Now you'll always associate this..." she squeezes her breasts around his face with both hands, "...with this. Cum."

Right as she commands, like her breasts were squeezing it out of him, his release comes in helpless spurts over her thigh. Jimmy shudders, but Kate braces, locking him in place as he twitches against the locker. She laughs again. "You came without even being touched? All from these tits? So cute!" Her hands shake them again. "Guess we know what kind of addict you'll be~ I mean, it was always my plan, but you're a tit addict now!"

She steps back and Jimmy slumps to the floor, ending up at Kate's feet, still catching his breath. Damp from his heavy breathing, her purple swimsuit shines right where he just was. His thoughts feel scrambled. One part thinks it should run and hide, yet his gaze keeps jumping back to how her chest moves when she adjusts her stance. Crouching to his level, Kate hovers close, letting her breasts sway hypnotically just above his dazed face. She traces his jaw, lifting his head like a puppet on loose strings. "Now that you're my little tit addict, tell me exactly how perfect these are." She cups herself with both hands, squeezing them gently to emphasize their softness.

Jimmy's mouth falls open slightly as he stares up at Kate's chest. The sight and the scent of her skin are making his head spin. "They're... perfect," he mumbles, almost going into a trance again. His fingers move like he wants to reach out but can't quite bring himself to.

Kate shifts her body just enough for her breasts to jiggle hypnotically. "Awww, such a sweet little addict," she coos, reaching down to pat his blushing cheek. "But we both know you can do better than that. Tell me..." she leans in until her cleavage blocks out everything else in his vision. "How much better are my tits than Sophie and Sara's basic, boring boobs?"

Jimmy's throat goes dry as her breasts dominate his sight. The memories of Sophie's teasing and Sara's control evaporate under the overwhelming presence of Kate's pillowy chest. "Y-yours are way better," he stammers. "Softer. Bigger. They," he gulps, his senses flooded. "they bounce perfectly when you walk."

She lets out a delighted squeal as she squeezes he chest together, the motion making Jimmy's brain short circuit again. "Good answer!" she says, shifting closer. She rakes her nails through his tangled hair possessively. "Repeat that. Like you mean it. Say 'Kate's tits own me'"

The words escape before he can stop them, his voice hoarse with desperation. "Kate's tits own me." His eyes glaze over as her cleavage sways closer. One part of him wants to reach out towards them, the other is frozen in worship.

Kate lets out another high-pitched laugh, kneeling down and bouncing on her knees so her chest jiggles just inches from his face. "Yes yes yes! Say it again." She eagerly watches his dazed expression. "Louder this time, like you're proud to be my little tit addict."

She keeps showing off her curves with sensual movements. Jimmy swallows hard, transfixed by the hypnotic sway of her breasts. "Kate's tits own me," he says again, voice rough but louder this time. The words feel both humiliating and exhilarating, more so when she shifts nearer. With a triumphant grin, she smushes his face briefly between her cleavage again before pulling back up only far enough to catch his blank stare.

"Good boy." Her thumbs slip under her bikini straps, tugging them just enough to tease. She tilts her head, lips pushed out in a fake little pout. "I know a good addict like you wants to see how they feel without all this annoying fabric, but, you know, resort rules. It’s too soon."

Resort rules? Under any normal circumstances, Jimmy would be concerned about the possibility of some secret plot, but his brain is too broken right now. The only he can process is the softness of Kate's chest. It's already consumed all of his rational thought and became all he can think about.

He can’t help it. His hands twitch toward her straps, then freeze, not yet given permission. The way she stretches that thin lavender fabric makes his mouth go dry. Even though he just came, his cock stirs again, pressing up against his thigh. She catches his look and giggles, letting the straps snap back against her skin. "See? Already addicted~"

She leans in and kisses his forehead, quick and soft, before standing up. The kiss sends another wave of pleasure through him. "I hate to torture you, but it’s all part of my job." She winks, holds out a hand. "Stay addicted a few more days and maybe you’ll get your wish. These all to yourself... every inch of them uncovered." She give him a second to stare again. "For now, let’s get you back to the main hall."

His stomach growls, loud enough to draw a laugh from her, and when she helps him up, his legs wobble like he’s drunk on her. Her scent clings to him, sweet and dizzying, even as she pulls away. "Uh, I think I missed breakfast. And lunch now that I think about it. I guess I haven’t done much thinking today…" His voice squeaks out, weak and shaky, his eyes darting from her face to the bounce of her chest. 

She spins around, hand to her chest, faking shock—her cleavage bouncing with the motion. "Oh my god, I can’t let my newest addict starve!" She loops her arm through his and tugs him down the hall. "I’ll make sure dinner’s early. And huge! We’re talking a feast." The way she holds his arm makes her breasts press warmly against him.

Kate’s body against him makes everything feel fuzzy, but at the same time he has a surge of adrenaline, giving him a bit of lucidity from the pleasure-filled heaven. He needs to get out of this. His blush creeps all the way down his neck as he stammers, "T-thanks, but I can eat by myself…"

He doesn’t get to finish. Kate stops dead, whirls around, and fixes him with a wounded pout. Her lip quivers, her hands crossing under her chest, making her cleavage jiggle. "You want to eat without me?: she whines, pressing closer until her breasts are flush against his chest. The feeling is enough to break his moment of clarity, but the wide-eyed look doesn't lessen her dismay yet. "After I promised you a feast? Rude." She sniffs, steps away, and throws her hands up. "Nope, that’s it! Go to your room and pout while I cook. See if I care!" She storms off, hips swaying. She clearly expects him to follow.

"Wait- wait!" Jimmy stumbles after her, practically tripping over himself. His stomach growls again, louder this time. "I’ll come eat when it’s ready," he manages, cheeks burning as he watches her hips sway away. His hands twitch at his sides, torn between hunger and the memory of her soft skin pressed against him. How could he say no to her? He wants her more than anything, craves the pleasure she can give.

Kate pauses halfway down the hall, glancing over her shoulder with a knowing smirk. "And you’ll sit next to me?" she purrs, lifting up the heft of her breasts with both hands. It's impossible for him to look anywhere but her breasts. "Close enough to get a good look?"

He blurts the answer before he can stop himself. "Y-yes." It comes out breathless and a little desperate; he can’t help it, not with her standing there like that. She grins wide and blows him a kiss, then spins away toward the kitchen, making sure every step sends her chest bouncing. Over her shoulder, she calls, "Good boy~ Wait right there. I’ll make sure you’re fed properly!" Still feeling like his knees might give out, Jimmy collapses onto the plush couch in the common room. The cushions swallow him up, and he breathes in deep, the scent of Kate's skin still clinging to him. From the kitchen, the sound of pans clanging makes his stomach twist with hungry anticipation.

Later that day, the dining hall doors swing open to reveal an absurdly extravagant feast. Gold-trimmed plates stacked with tropical fruit, meats so glossy they look lacquered, desserts piled high and dusted in sugar. It's impossible that Kate cooked this all herself, especially in just a few hours, but there doesn't seem to be any other staff at this resort.  Sophie is stretched out at the head table, barely contained in a sapphire bikini, swirling her wine like she owns the place. Sara sits to her right, muscular legs crossed and eyes glinting, already sizing up the food with a kind of hungry amusement.

Kate sweeps in with three trays balanced on her arms, hips rolling with every step. "Dinnertime!" she sings, dropping the biggest platter right in front of Jimmy. It’s this huge, steaming paella, and the way she leans in puts her cleavage right in his eyesight. She catches his expression and just grins, tapping him on the nose with a breadstick. "Feast your eyes first, then your mouth!"

Jimmy’s stomach goes rogue, growling so loud it's embarrassing. But even though he’s starving, his gaze keeps darting back and forth: food, Kate’s chest, food, Kate’s chest. "I uh..." He can’t even figure out which utensil to grab. His mind has barely recovered even with the break he just had.

Sophie rolls her eyes from the head table, swirling her wine harder. "Oh please." She taps her glass with a nail, sounding bored and just a little pissed. "If we didn't already know what happened we definitely would by now." Even with Jimmy’s eyes glued to Kate, the way Sophie’s bikini strains across her chest when she folds her arms—it’s enough to make his throat dry up.

Kate’s hand clamps onto Jimmy’s shoulder, just a little too tight to be casual. "Someone’s jealous," she sing-songs, arching her back so her cleavage bounces right in front of him. "Too bad my addict likes real curves." She grabs a grape from his tray and pops it in her mouth, making a show of it. Jimmy stares, totally lost in the way her bikini moves with every breath. He doesn’t even notice Sophie glaring at him.

Sophie stands up with a dramatic groan, hips swinging as she storms over. That bikini is fighting a losing battle against both her temper and her chest. "Please, like you’d even know real curves if they smacked you in the face!" She shoves Kate aside, smirking as she pushes her own chest right into Jimmy’s face. Her perfume—sharp, expensive—takes over his senses. He freezes, hands hovering just shy of her skin. All he manages are a few helpless, muffled noises.

Kate shrieks and shoves Sophie right back, fingers digging in hard. "Move!" she snaps, reclaiming her territory and pressing her chest into Jimmy again. She cups his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. Her voice drops, shaky but fierce. "What were you saying, baby? Was it about her?" Jimmy blinks up at her, totally dumbstruck, until he finally manages to whisper, "K-Kate..."

She softens, thumb brushing his jaw, lavender and saltwater clinging to her skin. "Good boy," she murmurs, kissing his forehead before sliding between him and Sophie, blocking his view. "Eat before it gets cold, silly." He picks up his fork, but he’s still staring at her, brain barely registering the food. It’s like nothing else matters but the way her hips move as she fusses over his plate.

Behind her, Sophie scoffs, tightening her grip on her wineglass. "Pathetic." She pushes away from the table, hips swaying extra hard as she stalks back to her seat. "If staring actually worked, I’d have owned you years ago." She folds her arms and glares at her untouched food.

Sara hasn’t moved, just sits there with her fork poised and expression blank, except for the twitch in her fingers. She glances from Sophie’s strut to Jimmy’s dazed face. "Mm," she hums, low and almost lazy, but her grip on the fork says she’s annoyed. "Funny how fast addicts forget their first real obsession." She knows exactly whose ass Jimmy couldn’t stop staring at.

Sophie perks up immediately at Sava’s comment, flipping her hair over one shoulder with an exaggerated sniff. "Exactly," she huffs, leaning forward just enough to make her cleavage bounce. "Disrespectful little thing, isn’t he?" Sava's fingers twitch around her fork before she sets it down with deliberate calm. Turning her head just slightly toward Sophie, her normally lazy gaze sharpens into something dangerous. "I wasn’t talking about your terrible teasing yesterday." Her voice drops low, just shy of a growl. "At least Kate knows how to draw a lasting impression."

Kate practically vibrates with glee at Sava’s rare show of support, bouncing on her toes until her cleavage jiggles hypnotically. "Awww, Sava gets it!" Kate sing-songs, tossing her hair over one shoulder. She leans down to whisper in Jimmy’s ear, loud enough for the others to hear. "See? Even she knows you belong to me now." Her fingers trail possessively down his arm.

Sava's relaxed posture snaps taut as she rises fluidly from her seat, the fork clattering onto her plate. "Oh no, darling," she murmurs, stalking toward Kate with predatory grace. "You misunderstand." Her hand shoots out to grip Kate’s wrist, forcing her away from Jimmy. "I don’t approve—I’m furious you overwrote my conditioning." Her nails dig in just shy of breaking skin. Kate gasps dramatically, twisting her wrist in Sava’s grip without actually pulling away—her chest heaves with exaggerated distress. "Ow ow ow! You’re hurting me!" Her free hand flies to Jimmy’s shoulder, fingers clutching him like a lifeline. "See how mean she is, baby? Protect me!"

His body moves before his brain catches up, surging forward to wedge himself between the two women—his arms spread wide like some pathetic human shield. "H-hey! Stop it!" The words come out embarrassingly high-pitched, his knees trembling as Sava’s predatory gaze locks onto him instead. Sava's grip loosens just enough to trail her fingertips down Kate’s arm in a mock-caress, her lips curling into something between a smirk and a snarl. "Brave little thing," she murmurs, tilting her head as she studies Jimmy’s flushed face. "Or maybe just stupid. Tell me—does defending her make your cock throb?" Her free hand flicks dismissively toward his tented shorts.

Kate presses flush against Jimmy’s back instantly, her arms looping around his waist possessively—her breasts squish against his spine as she peers over his shoulder with a triumphant grin. "Ohhh, he loves it," she purrs, deliberately rolling her hips against him. "Don’t you, baby? Admit it—you live for this." Jimmy's knees nearly buckle as Kate’s heat sears through his thin shirt, his cock straining painfully against his shorts while Sava’s piercing gaze holds him frozen. Words fail him entirely—only a choked whimper escapes as his hips jerk forward involuntarily, betraying him completely. Sava's lips curl into a slow smirk as she watches him squirm, her voice dripping with lazy condescension.

"Pathetic. All my careful conditioning, undone because she let you touch" She tsks, tracing a single finger down his chest. "Does she even know how easily you break?" Without warning, she steps back—her fingers ghosting over his erection before pulling away entirely. Her smirk deepens as she watches his hips jerk forward instinctively. "See? Weak." She turns her back with deliberate slowness, her hips swaying just enough to taunt him with what he can't have. Jimmy's entire body burns with humiliation and arousal, his cock twitching pathetically against his shorts as Sava dismisses him. The conflicting commands from all three women swirl in his mind like a storm, leaving him gasping for air—his knees finally give out, collapsing onto the plush cushions with a shudder.

Kate hides her concern, pressing both hands to her cheeks in exaggerated surprise. "Awwww, Sava’s jealous~" Skipping over, she leans over right into Sava’s personal space, symmetrically docking her slightly larger, softer breasts against the clearly annoyed blonde. "Don’t worry, sweetie. There’s plenty of Jimmy to go around—if you can actually keep his attention." Her wink is pure poison.

With disdain, Sava effortlessly turns on her heel, her blonde hair whipping across her bare shoulders. She pauses just long enough to toss a glance back at Kate. "Enjoy your broken toy," she purrs. "He'll be useless by tomorrow." The dining hall doors swing shut behind her with ominous finality. Kate waits until Sava's footsteps fade before spinning around with wide, watery eyes—her lower lip trembling dramatically.

"She's so mean to me!" Kate whines, draping herself over Jimmy's slumped form. He can feel her warm breath as she whispers, "But I know my good boy would never break for her, right?" Her fingers trace possessive circles on his chest. Meanwhile, his mind floods with unbidden memories of Sava's toned thighs swaying on the treadmill earlier—the way he couldn't do anything but stare and stroke until he came undone. He swallows hard, fingers digging into the couch cushions to ground himself. "I... uh..." The words stick in his throat as Kate's lavender scent overwhelms his senses.

Sophie stalks back toward them with exaggerated stomps, her blue bikini barely containing her fury—or her chest. "Oh please." Her perfectly manicured finger taps Jimmy's forehead with disdain. "His brain is literally fried. Good luck getting anything else out of him today." With a disgusted scoff, she flips her hair over her shoulder and strides toward the exit, hips swaying violently. "I'm not wasting my time on this mess. Wake me up when he remembers how to form sentences again." The door slams shut behind her. Kate pouts dramatically, flopping onto Jimmy's lap with enough force to make him wheeze.

"Don't listen to her, baby~" Her fingers card through his sweat-damp hair as she leans in close, breath hot against his ear. "But she's sorta right... You should get some rest." His eyelids feel impossibly heavy as Kate's warmth sinks into him, her lavender scent wrapping around his exhausted mind like a blanket. He barely manages a weak nod before his head lolls forward against her collarbone—his last conscious thought lingering on how perfectly her curves cradle him.

The images come thick and fast in his dreams—Kate's chest swaying hypnotically before him is by far the most prominent, her nipples straining against thin purple fabric. Sophie's sapphire bikini flashes at the edges of his vision, her cleavage bouncing mockingly just out of reach. Then Sava's toned ass flexes as she walks just out of reach, her pink bottoms riding up with each deliberate step until he whimpers in frustration. Short-circuited by competing commands and conflicting desires, his subconscious surrenders completely—Kate's fingers tracing circles on his chest, Sophie's sharp perfume clogging his throat, Sava's phantom touch ghosts along his thighs. His limp fingers twitch against the couch cushions, still reaching for curves that aren't there.