The Interrogation 4 (Chapter 4)

“Tim and Randy, Randy and Tim. Those names suit you,” Angelina said, mostly lying, as she wasn’t certain she’d be able to tell them apart until she’d sobered up more.

Parting her lips, she slipped the popsicle into her mouth and impaled it a harrowing distance within, until the icy tip entered her gullet. This made the boys focus instead on her impressive display of gag-free deep-throating, and each seemed to relax the more Angelina demonstrated her lack of ill intent toward them. When the cherry shaft emerged again, now thoroughly moistened by the sauna-heat of her mouth, a drop of red sugar-liquid formed into a bead on the base of her lower lip, then plunked down once it became too heavy, landing stickily on the fatty upper shelf of the woman’s left breast. Immediately the crimson fluid comingled with the gelled sweat, rolling toward the deep divide of her cleavage and watering down until the red dissolved entirely, baked into her skin. After she’d given the stick another winding slake in a corkscrew fashion, several more popsicle drops joined the irregular trickle into her veiny flab ravine. By the third drip, Tim and Randy were hypnotized.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, boys, but I’ve lived enough life to know a couple of underlings when I see them,” Angelina said, once certain they were enraptured by the clockwork-esque trailing of cherry runoff vanishing again and again into her tight-packed pectoral trap. “You know, the guys who have to take the table scraps. Let me guess, those four chatty cathies you hang out with, maybe they did you a favor freshman year by getting you into the best fraternity, and you’ve had to pay them back for it in a hundred ways since then. Buying the booze, doing their homework, only getting with the sorority sisters’ less-pretty friends… c’mon, how close to the mark am I here?”

“Um…” Randy sighed.

“C-Close,” Tim said.

“Bingo,” Angelina said, helping herself to another literal mouthful of popsicle, brushing its icy shape around her cheeks and slurping from the sweet refuse, before alternately leaning in closer to Tim and Randy to whisper in their ears, and in turn making them huddle nearer to her. “I also get the feeling you two laugh along with them at whatever they decide the joke is, even if you don’t have anything against the joke. Even if the joke isn’t funny, but actually something you’d like to have some fun with. Even if you happen to think the joke has pretty tasty-looking tits, the kind you’d like to lick popsicle juice between, and then get lost in them the rest of the way. What about that guess? Still pretty close?”

This time, Tim could only swallow, though hard enough to get down a tennis ball.

“T-That’s not, um…” Randy drawled. “Maybe.”

“So would you two like another chance to show me how you really feel, when those “friends” of yours aren’t around?” Angelina throatily murmured, now with both boys’ ears pulled close to her sicle-tackied lips. “I’d think you might like to have something for yourselves that wasn’t a hand-me-down from them. For once. Not to mention a story that might win you some clout.”

“B-Both of us?” Tim asked.

“At the same… time?”

“What, you don’t think there’s more than enough of me to go around?” Angelina smarmed. “I can’t imagine you two got a look at my girls and thought I was lacking, did you?”

“No!”

“N-Not at all.”

“I… like them.”

“Me too!”

“Then it’s settled,” she answered, giving the popsicle another hard suckle that instantly shaved down half its former girth, shrinking it to a more easily gulped volume. “Don’t worry about getting in each other’s way, either. I’m sure we’ll find an arrangement where everyone gets exactly what they want and even some of what they deserve. Well, are you coming, or are you both just going to keep standing here waiting for a girl with bigger tits to walk by? Because I’m afraid you may die of old age before that happens.”

With that, Angelina marched off down the boardwalk. She didn’t even have to look over her shoulder to know the boys were shuffling after her at a respectful distance, able to sense their equal apprehension and sexual anticipation. Two blocks down, just as the roar of the beach crowd became distant buzz, she led her two hooked guppies down a lane of polished upper-crust luxury cabanas, stopping at the final front stoop.

“Woah… y-you live here?” Randy gasped, looking up to the balcony.

“Holy shit,” Tim muttered.

“It’s just a rental,” Angelina giggled as she let them into the tastefully expensive-looking foyer. “I couldn’t be bothered to keep a place like this year-round. I’d be doing nothing but sweeping sand, when I’d much rather spend my time having a drink by the water and inviting the attentions of handsome young men.”

“Do y-you, um… m-meet a lot of guys around here?” Tim asked, though Randy punched him in the shoulder to shut him up. “Never mind, sorry, I-”

“Nonsense. I suppose it’s not hard for you to guess that I’ve had a little more experience than either of you. But the way I see it, that means I have more knowledge and practice at my disposal. Have either of you been with a woman older than twenty-one?”

Sheepishly, the pair shook their heads no.

“Then let me congratulate you both on the fact that you’re about to lose your virginity,” Angelina declared, planting both hands on her ample hips and puffing up her chest. “Because, to be frank, if you compare me with any of the Delta Gamma Alpha bimbos you’ve sampled, you might as well have only reached second base with them. But first, can I get you two a drink to help loosen up those nerves? Just picture how upset you’d be with yourselves later if you finally got your hands on a real pair of tits, only to find out you were too tightly-wound to fully enjoy it?”

Tim and Randy were looking more flustered by the minute, but the pants tents in their swimming trunks hadn’t gone unnoticed by Angelina either. After stumbling again over their own vocal cords at this tipsy and titanic-boobed stranger’s brutal honesty, and her ability to dress them down with her semi-slurred rambling, the boys choked out grateful yeses.

Indicating for the pair to take a seat on the main sitting area couches, Angelina crossed to the fully-stocked minibar. Pouring herself a glass of fizzing water, as the last thing she needed was more liquor on top of the volume she was still processing, she filled two glasses with kahlua mixed drinks. Then, after adding a splash of cream to one, the second beverage was topped by furtively peeling her sweat-stuck red bikini off one teat and giving it a pinch, spurting in a matching quantity of lactation: no more than a dollop, but enough.

“S-Sorry,” Tim awkwardly called out.

“About earlier,” Randy added.

“We thought they were being uncool to you, too.”

“Especially Logan.”

“Yeah, he was a dick. We should’ve said something.”

“Water under the bridge, boys. Do you really think he’s the first boy to get curious about the goods and cop a feel? And like I said. If I took things that personally, I’d be spring-breaking in Alaska, wearing a zipped-up winter coat,” Angelina said, while in fact taking each and every transgression today extremely personally. Logan: at least she had a name now. All she needed was a location, something she doubted these little sycophants would volunteer without some heavy coaxing first, which she was more than prepared to give, and then some, especially because their hard bodies were sure to make up for their lack of experience in the sack. “Let’s talk about something else. Your friends don’t matter, because they’re not here right now, are they? Besides, I’d pick you two over those four any day.”