Pete lay flat, just the back of her head propped against the upholstered black arc that made the bed’s headboard. She felt the kind of stoned that you couldn’t even move. A set of hot identical Asian triplets were kneeling in a tight, self-involved little group at the farther end, having a kissing party. Watching them in the overhead mirror Pete felt suspended, like she was floating away from her own body. The girls kissed by pairs, daintily and in rotation, endlessly passing the kiss between and between them till it seemed to Pete it was only the kiss that was real, the triplets just its vehicle. All around the bed the air shimmered with rainbows. It was the hottest most magical thing Pete had ever seen.

The taller and whiter identical triplet was outfitted with a strapon. That was black too. Pete could make it out sometimes, when one of smaller girls reached down to fondle it, bobbing lazily and intermittently in the center of the kiss like it too had a mind of its own. She didn’t see its size though, or the hard gleam of its surface in the light, till the kiss broke and the triplets started crawling forward, strapon slut in the lead. The fake cock swayed towards Pete like a snake hypnotizing a rabbit. It made her drool. She spread her legs as invitingly as she could, but the slut bitch just knelt and went still, eyes all dark and unseeing, just a few agonizing millimeters of the thing at rest atop Pete’s mons. She stared down the length of her torso, whimpering and paralyzed and trying to somehow will the beast into her.

A sudden gravity at her side took Pete by surprise. It was the party dude, who’d gone entirely out of her mind. He propped himself on his elbow at the level of her head and stretched out next to her. “See, the annoying thing about entertaining,” he said, “there’s always this, like, pressure to outdo yourself, you know? And it won’t be all a new crowd either. And you start to get fiddly.” He waved his hand at the triplets. “I mean, the twins so well broken in and all, where was the harm leaving it at that?”

He sighed. “Three, though. That’s a heavy number. Whole lot of magic in threes.” He looked Pete earnestly in the eye. “Listen,” he said, “you know I am strictly catch and released.” He emphasized strictly with a chop of his hand in the air. “Like last time, yeah? It’s just my ethic. Leave it how you found it sorta thing. I mean there’s the twins, obviously, but that’s something else, they’re payment on a debt.” He flopped onto his back and contemplated the ceiling. “But see I started feeling inspired. And the thing about me, I never let go of an inspiration.”

Pete’s pussy was squirming under the not-enough weight of the fake cock like it had a mind of its own. She hoped it wasn’t coming across too self-centered: he seemed like he was working through something. But there was no earthly way she could stop or pay much attention. Just then some kind of seam or rough patch on the dildo caught her, and she yelped, and her pussy thrust up uncontrollably after it.

He laughed and got back on his elbow. “You really got a yen for it, huh?” he said. Pete bit her lip and pouted tragically and nodded and rode her clit around trying to find another bump. “See, that’s the sauce.” He pointed his finger at her. “A whore, yeah, but you can’t help being coy about it. Self-conscious type. Always trying to peek around the edges. I shoulda thought of you first.”

Pete might have taken offense at “whore” but it seemed like he was paying her a compliment. “I guess it’s true what they say about luck being the residue of design,” he said. He winked at her, and her pussy quivered beneath the dildo, and for the first time Pete felt like she wouldn’t mind fucking him. She was always a sucker for artists. “Okay then. Let’s get the band back together, whaddaya say?” He reached back somewhere behind him. “The final roundup!”

He had a phone in his hand. It looked like Dash’s. Pete’s phone was—she saw it in a bathroom. Somewhere. Somewhere centuries ago. He typed something in and held it up for her to inspect. “So what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

It was a city address, one she didn’t recognize. A draft text to CeeCee. “To get her here, I mean. Obviously. If you had to—”

Pete held her hand out for the phone. She couldn’t have said why she wanted it. The cock slut had her knees up under Pete’s ass and was teasing that dick up and down along her slit till she could barely remember her own name. But she went right for the emoji keyboard. There was a character, she found it, added it, gave the phone back.

“What is that, a raspberry?” He stared at it for a second. “Ohh, cause of— Heh. Yeah. Well but what does it signify though? She can’t think anything’s wrong.”

Pete hadn’t even recognized what character she picked till he said it. “It just means, like, with my girls.” Her lips moved reluctantly, like they were even more stoned than the rest of her. Once she heard herself say it she sort of wished she hadn’t, though it didn’t seem like such a big deal. It wasn’t even a secret.

“And that’s it,” he huffed. “Off that one emoji she’s gonna show.”

Pete remembered the stickers CeeCee made them of it. They joked about getting her a berry-shaped bat signal when she wanted to summon the threesome. “Please,” Pete whined. None of it had ever happened. None of it mattered. The dildo sliding just out of reach was torture. She looked up at the dude, desperate to know what he wanted so she could give it to him and get herself fucked already. “She’s needy. She’s afraid. She thinks we’re splitting up. She’s worried DeeDee wants to go back to being straight.” She arched her back, moaned, let her pussy join in the begging. “Please, she’ll be here, I promise.” Frustration made it sound like a sob.

“Okay,” he said. He looked at the screen a long moment, then back at Pete. There was an odd expression on his face that she couldn’t read. “Second thought, I let you take the honors,” and he pressed the phone into her palm. Pete stared at it, lost as to what was expected of her.

He got himself upright and off the bed. The strapon triplet repositioned her knees and dropped herself down onto her hands, the cock somehow angry-looking now, and one of the others stretched down to the end of the bed and started licked her toes. The third crawled around them to where she could suck Pete’s tit into her mouth. The dude stood there gazing down at them long enough Pete started to weep, afraid she was messing something up, afraid she wasn’t going to get her reward after all.

He reached a hand down and wiped her cheek. “Hey,” he said in a soft voice. “No worries! It’s gonna be fun. Break out the fancy drugs for this one. And when we’re all partied out… Trust me, it’ll all be sorted. Your pals won’t remember there ever was a Pete.” He smiled as if to rally her, his expression open and indulgent. “You neither!”

Pete groaned open-mouthed at the tip of the girl’s cock pushing against her entrance. She gazed up tearfully at her soon-to-be new best friend and had a flash of where do I know this chick from. Dick Girl seemed to have an answering thought, and broke into a wicked, heartbreaking grin. “What’s a peet,” Pete said to her, giggling, and the slut joined her, and then her sisters, they couldn’t stop laughing. Then she remembered the phone in her hand, and the emoji business, and the weird trick that was gonna get that big shaft driven home.

He got grumpy after he came. He sat slumped forward at the edge of the bed, naked, head down, giving off an unapproachable vibe. Still, they were making progress. Today he’d let her give him a real-deal blowjob, to completion, and she barely even had to grovel for it. Didn’t want to nut in her mouth, but even so. One win at a time.

He levered himself off the bed and slouched towards the door. Funny he never liked to talk or look at her after. “Thanks for letting me suck your dick, baby,” she said to his back.

“Daddy,” he grunted over his shoulder. He turned into the hall. “Thank you for coming on my tits, Daddy!” she called after him.

The other two were downstairs playing a video game. One of them, she thought Eeny, heard or felt her padding up barefoot behind them and turned around. Eyes so brown they were almost black. Moe stood still for a moment to sink into them and that was all it took, they were back in triplet space.

“Moe gave Daddy a blowjob,” they announced. She wasn’t clear which one of them said it. It didn’t matter. In triplet space the words were everywhere, on all their lips, rippling between them like waves. The ripples wafted her to the couch and nestled her between her slavesisters. Meeny put her controller aside and splayed her fingers in the cum on Moe’s chest.

“Daddy’s cum is all over Moe’s titties,” the triplets sighed to themselves. They scooped it up with their fingers and fed it to each other and drew it out into a kiss, and the kiss was a wet, silky web cocooning them together while the echoes broke and retreated.

A blonde girl was propped up against the wall, watching. Moe recognized her as one of the outside whores Daddy’d got delivered so he could fill out the party,— the one he called Barry. The one with the sassy mouth.

She didn't look sassy now. “Pimp picking you up?” Moe asked her.

Her and the tall dark one. Fun girls. Daddy got them all kinds of brainfucked. Before the party broke up he raffled them off as door prizes. Whatsername was gone already.

Blondie was naked in heels, her ankles cuffed with a short length of chain between them. Her wrists were shackled to leather cuffs at the top of her thighs. A heavy brass O ring hung from a big dog collar. She was staring at the sisters with a hungry look, making hopeless, automatic little upthrusts at them with her pussy.

Those girls did anything anybody told them to. Moe spread her legs. “Bitch bring that mouth over here,” she ordered the blonde.

“Bring that mouth over here,” her sisters chanted in unison. They interlaced their fingers and crawled them down to Moe’s pussy. But the girl just kept humping the air, jaw slack, her eyes vacant, trance-locked.

Eeny or Meeny slid off the couch and settled between Moe’s legs to eat her out. Eat them out. Triplet space was reweaving itself. After a little while a snarly-looking older woman came in with a leash and clipped it to the blonde’s collar ring. Barely passed them a look. She yanked at it so hard making her follow the whore almost came off her feet.

Moe waved at her. “Bye Barry!” she sang out. “See you never!” Her sister pinched her clit, and they had themselves a sassy little orgasm watching the hobbled blonde stagger after her new owner.

“Bye Barry!” sang the echoes, and didn’t care there was no one to hear.