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The client hadn’t really requested anything at all; their emails had been almost overly polite, if not jarringly formal, and had selected only the most vanilla options on the questionnaire she provided. Certainly a far cry from the standard practices of her usual clientele, but this one had paid upfront and picked this expensive hotel, and Mira’s fees are dear enough on their own that she had been coloured intrigued.
Mira takes a left down the hallway after leaving the elevator and finds herself at the door to the room. She doesn’t steel herself—doesn’t need to. She can handle anything. Has handled most things. Mira swipes the keycard and lets herself in.
The person sitting on the bed is probably the last thing she expects.
In which Mira is a professional, Rumi is socially inept, and Zoey is also there. Let's hope nobody catches feelings.
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Not that she had applied for a transfer purely to increase her chances of getting laid, but her time at private university had been pretty stifling in more than a couple of ways. Between not being able to study what she wanted (fashion design and marketing) and her old roommate (homophobic), Mira had found her best option was to piss off her parents (nothing new) and enroll elsewhere for her second year.
In any case, she had just spent all night at the orientation mixer hitting on a girl who turned out to be straight, and now she’s in bed, alone, still a little buzzed from the free beer, convinced that everyone on campus is getting laid tonight except for her.
So. Laptop out, headphones on out of habit, Mira tipsily browses for some porn.
pathetic lonely lovergirl Mira spends several months watching two faceless strangers on the internet having soft, giggly, intimate sex and becomes utterly smitten. what might happen if she coincidentally became friends with them irl? (threesomes. threesomes is what happens) aka the zoerumi camgirl au
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And, look—Zoey doesn’t mean to do it. She’s honestly pretty surprised at herself. Between Mira, who will only orgasm under pretty specific circumstances, and Rumi, who could probably climax if you just call her a Good Girl and breathe on her right, Zoey has always sat somewhere comfortably around the middle. She’s never had to work especially hard for it, but it’s never completely snuck up on her, either. It must be the heat from the bathhouse getting to her, or the three hours of burning anticipation, or the almost-two weeks of not having both her girls in her arms.
Whatever. The point is: she’s never finished just from Mira putting her fingers in, before.
(OR, Zoey finishes too quickly; Mira and Rumi make her pay for it)
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“Did you know the clitoris has over eight thousand nerve endings?” Zoey remarks, her hands sliding up Rumi’s thighs again. “Some studies indicate the number might be over ten thousand, even.”
“I am aware,” Mira deadpans, holding Rumi in place as she squirms and whimpers under Zoey’s ministrations. “I just had my mouth on all of them.”
(OR, touch-starved sexually repressed half-demon attempts self-pleasure, fails miserably. Mira and Zoey reap the rewards)
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It is said that Princess Zelda’s smile carries a warmth and brightness comparable to the sun. It should not come as such a surprise that it’s similarly painful to look at for too long.