Gisele and Mina (Janitor Port)

The bass pounded hard through the walls while Gisele and Mina swayed together on the makeshift dance floor, hips bumping, giggling as they chugged spiked fruit punch straight from red cups and shoved greasy burgers into their mouths between bites of chips. Sean stood nearby, arms crossed, smirking like he owned the world. “This shit's legendary, right? Half the school’s here, no cops, perfect setup,” he bragged, voice loud over the music. “But it's time to execute the plan... Stop hogging all the damn food and lets go.” Mina mumbled something around a mouthful but followed anyway, cheeks flushed from the booze and the crowd.

Gisele wiped her lips with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes before going to find Xander. She spotted Xander across the room. Without a word she marched over, grabbed their wrist tight, and dragged them through the throng toward the side hallway. “Come on, shrimp dick, you’re wanted,” she snapped. She shoved open the door to the dimly lit side room, with a couch, beanbags, and yanked Xander inside before slamming it shut, the click of the lock cutting off the party noise like a switch. Her grip lingered on their wrist a beat too long before she finally let go with a toss of her hair

"Alright, losers, the real game's starting now," Gisele announced in her high, bratty voice, strutting to the center like she owned the room, which she basically did. "We're playing 'show and tell' with a twist. Whoever's too chicken to flash something good gets roasted live for all my followers. Fun, right?" She shot Xander a mean little grin, tongue flicking out briefly. This is gonna be so humiliating for them. Finally gonna see that shrimp dick shrink even smaller.

Mina lounged sideways on the couch in the corner, phone propped casually against a pillow like she was just scrolling, but the red recording dot glowed steady, she was live to Gisele's whole fanbase, thousands already tuning in. She smirked quietly, legs crossed, one foot dangling. They look so nervous already... this is gonna blow up. Sean sprawled in a beanbag nearby, legs spread wide, casually counting a fat stack of hundreds from his wallet while snickering under his breath at Xander.

Gisele plopped down cross-legged in the circle, motioning for Xander to come closer. "Don't just stand there like a weirdo. Sit. We're all playing fair." Without warning she tugged the neckline of her dress down just enough to flash one plump tit for a quick second, letting it bounce back into place before covering up again like it was nothing. "See? Easy. Your turn, shrimp."

Mina giggled softly from her spot, angling the phone a little higher without making it obvious. "Yeah, come on... don't be boring." She casually lifted her hoodie just high enough to show one sensitive nipple, pinching it lightly before dropping the fabric back down. Her voice stayed low and teasing. "It's okay if you're scared. We get it."

Sean snorted, setting the wallet aside, unzipped his pants without hesitation, and pulled out his schlong, giving it a lazy stroke right there in the open. "Look at this, then look at whatever sad little thing you've got hiding. Go on, whip it out. Or are you gonna pussy out in front of everyone watching?"

Gisele leaned forward, elbows on her knees, smirking wider. "Go on, shrimp dick. We all know Sean's bigger than you. Show us what you've got, or don't. Either way the chat's already calling you a coward."

Mina's smirk grew, voice soft but cruel. "It's okay to be small, you know. Some guys just... never get to actually use it. No shame in admitting it." She shifted on the couch, thighs rubbing together slightly as she kept the camera steady. Just take it out already, I need to see it…

Gisele crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her tits up on purpose. "Clock's ticking, loser. Flash or get flamed. Your choice." All three of them stared at Xander, waiting, the live chat pinging faintly from Mina's phone in the background.

The classroom buzzed with low chatter during the free period, fluorescent lights humming overhead while the teacher droned on at the front about some assignment nobody was really listening to. Desks were scattered, a few of them scrolling phones, others thinking of leaving early. Gisele perched right on the edge of Xander's desk like she owned it, tight jeans hugging her thick thighs and fat ass, the thin leotard underneath clinging to her huge tits so every breath made them strain against the fabric. Mina leaned in from the side seat, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder while her short skirt rode up just enough to flash her panties, pressing her soft, curvy body flush against Xander's arm.

Gisele crossed her legs slowly, the motion making her ass jiggle slightly on the desk as she leaned forward, pink ponytails swinging. “Look at you, all stiff and quiet,” she teased in that high, bratty Bronx drawl, voice dripping sarcasm. “What’s wrong, shrimp dick? Can’t handle a girl actually sitting close?” She reached out casually and flicked Xander's ear, smirking when they flinched, her half-lidded pink eyes gleaming with mean amusement.

Mina giggled softly against Xander's shoulder, her warm brown skin brushing their arm as she shifted even closer, thick thighs squeezing together under the skirt. “Yeah… you don’t know what to do when a girl’s rubbing up on you like this, huh?” she mumbled, voice shaky but devious, yellow eyes flicking up with a sly smirk. “Feels nice though, right? Bet your dick’s twitching already.” She pressed her plump, sensitive tits against Xander's side on purpose, biting her lip to hide how her own nipples hardened instantly through the sweater.