There were no seats left, so the platinum blonde just found one of the non-repellent-seeming girls and made small talk with her. Jillian, that was her name—she remembered their last floor meeting, when the RA had “inspected” her, which was DJ’s code for fucking a girl whenever he felt like it. Other than Brittney, she didn’t really have any other Friend friends on the floor, so these things were always awkward, fending off the incessant advances of every horny geek who thought today might be his lucky day. She did her best to keep her back to them when she saw them lurking nearby.
Soon, DJ rang a little bell—ugh, lame—and people quieted down. “Welcome everyone, welcome. It’s awesome to see so many of you here tonight. We’re going to have ourselves a great time here. I think Thanksgiving is a very important holiday, and I wanted to show my gratitude for all of you, and how amazing you’ve been to work for, by throwing a little shindig for you. I had a lot of ideas in mind for what I wanted to do for you guys, but I know you’re busy and I didn’t want to eat your whole evening, so in lieu of something fancier, we’re going to have ourselves a massage night!”
There were some enthusiastic responses—some feigned, she thought, but most not—as he shut off the lights, plunging the room into near darkness, lit only by candles around the outside of the room, their light blocked by the bodies of her fellow residents. She couldn’t even make out Jillian’s face in the dimness, and she was no more than a couple feet away.
DJ explained how it was going to work, and began arranging them accordingly (flipping the lights back on briefly to put a stop to the ensuing stumbles). The girls were going to sit on the floor in a circle, and the guys would line up behind them. To keep things civil—by which he meant, to keep the boys from trying to stake out the hotter girls—he then had them walk around a couple rotations and stop, landing on a random girl. There was to be no talking, though appreciative noises were considered polite.
In a soft voice—probably meant to be soothing, and it might’ve been if it hadn’t been the voice of the man who’d made her kneel down and tit-fuck him in the shower three times in as many weeks—he instructed the guys on what to do. Many of them had never actually given a back rub before. Mercedes had no way of knowing who was behind her, but his hands were thick, pudgy. She thought she remembered the name of that fat guy on the floor. Curtis?
Still, a back rub was a back rub, and if she was here, she meant to enjoy it. DJ walked them through the basics, starting with their shoulders, working the neck a little. She didn’t like having a stranger’s hands touching her hair, but she had to admit the gentle rubbing of her scalp and temples felt pretty good. She began to relax and forget the doughboy whose hands were on her.
“OK girls. Now, to help your partners get to your muscle tissue more easily, I need you all to take your bras off.” Mercedes looked in the direction of his voice, but all she could see was blacknes. Was he fucking serious? Take her bra off, in the middle of the lounge, so some lard-ass could touch her more easily?
Many of the girls balked at this—though none spoke up, of course—so DJ just told the guys to help them out and take the bras off themselves if their partners were shy. In an instant, she felt maybe-Curtis’s fingers untucking her blouse from behind. She flinched away from it, considered trying to punch him in the junk, but in the dark, she’d probably just embarrass herself.
“What’s wrong, Mercedes—you don’t like my program?”
Damnit—his eyes must be acclimating to the dark better than hers, or maybe her platinum blonde hair made her easier to pick out. She didn’t want to be rude to him, so she phrased her response carefully. “No, it’s not that, your program’s great, just, I don’t wanna—”
“Shhh,” he cut her off. She stopped talking immediately. It would be impolite not to. “I’m glad you’re having fun. Now c’mon, we’re all friends here. Off with it.”
With no way to protest, and looming certainty that the next step would either be him removing it for her, or worse, earning a punishment, she unclasped it through her top, then slid it off through one of her sleeves. She felt exposed, even though it was dark and no one could see. Still, she’d always had an amazing set of tits, and she was always conscious of people looking. She could feel eyes on her in the dark room, imagining. Pervs.
The back rubs resumed, and began to take the edge off. A little. Curtis kneaded and worked the little knots near her shoulder blades with reasonable proficiency, and sure, maybe not having a bra on made it easier. Some of the girls were letting out sighs of appreciation, which DJ encouraged. Not Mercedes. She wasn’t going to turn this into auditory porno.
Then, she lost that choice.
“All right, guys,” DJ said some time later, talking just loud enough to be heard over that annoyingly smooth music. Now, I know you’ve all been really great this past month with Ashley, and she’s said you’ve all been really great in welcoming her to our community. I wanted to give a chance to show you my especial appreciation on her behalf, so, for the rest of the session, you can extend the massage to any part of your partner that you’d like.”
There was a stunned silence in the room.
“Go on,” he said. “Have fun, guys.”
“You mean, we can…?” came the voice from just behind her. Ugh, he even sounded fat.
“That’s right. Ladies, I want you to be supportive of me here—I’ve given you all a lot of attention lately, and the guys haven’t uttered a word of complaint as I ignored them. Time to give back to the community.”
Suddenly, she heard a squeak from across the circle. Jillian, she thought. “Hey! Keep your hands off those!”
DJ was engaging shushing mode in an instant, though. “C’mon, ladies. No talking. Just be good partners—we have a set of community standards I expect you to adhere to. I don’t want to have to get all RA on you about them, but I will if you make me.”
Mercedes considered the things she’d heard of him doing to the others on the floor—taking money out of their wallets, breaking their stuff, all sorts of humiliating sex acts, often in view of others. She’d been the recipient of such more than once.
At least with Curtis, she was in the dark and no one would see. So, when she felt his thick, sausagey fingers creeping over her shoulders and down to her breasts, she said nothing. After all, this whole thing was DJ’s idea, and… some things you just had to put up with, living in campus housing.
Her co-resident, emboldened by her lack of resistance, helped himself to two big handfuls, groping and squeezing her through her thin blouse. Curtis sought out her nipples, and the traitors were disloyally hard and thus easily found. He pinched at them a little painfully, as she tried to signify with a hissed intake of air between her teeth, then softened his touch without ceasing his twisting and tugging on them.
Mercedes wished she’d worn a nice thick hoody or something, like some of the girls had, but then DJ robbed her even of that fantasy. “It sounds like some of you are having a little trouble, so guys, if clothing is getting in the way, go ahead and remove it. We’re all friends here. Just be careful—it’s dark, after all.”
Mercedes was not at all surprised when Curtis started unbuttoning her blouse, though she was a little offended when her tits distracted him for maybe two minutes before he started pulling off her leggings. The things were already skin-tight, but no, that wasn’t enough for Fatso here. Next thing she knew she was bare-ass naked in the middle of the lounge, lying flat on her stomach on the cold tile floor while her partner “massaged” her ass.