The Gamer Girls: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

I could immediate tell that Lena told the others about the blowjob. When I walked back into that apartment, there were giggles—and blushing cheeks. Lena had a guilty smile. Hell—they probably all saw the cum dripping off of her pretty face when she returned from our elevator ‘meeting’.

I pretended not to notice the looks. “So, uh, our first training session, huh?” I said, hoping the awkwardness would dissipate.

But the awkwardness was just getting started. I looked over at the desk next to me where Jess’s computer. “Where is Jess? That was her name, right?”

“She’s finishing doing her makeup,” Lena said to me. A moment later, Jess came out—and she was dressed in a way that made my chest tense up: fishnet stockings on her long legs, a tiny short skirt barely covering half her ass, and a leather bodysuit that was zipped halfway down to show off her busting cleavage. I felt my face turning red. She was dressed like a stripper, even wearing heeled boots.

She hummed casually as she took the seat next to me, her perfume wafting up my nostrils as she took her seat. I cleared my throat and smiled at her. “Good morning.”

“Oh, hey,” she said, pretending to just notice me. It was hard not to look down at her cleavage. I wondered if it was even real, or if it was a silicone breast form—the kind drag queens wear for their shows. It sure looked real, but I didn’t get more than a very quick look… At least I thought it was a rapid look, but she called me out. “If you’re going to stare at my tits, just stare at them and get it out of your system.”

“I—I wasn’t staring.”

“I paid good money for them, you may as well stare at them,” she said, turning her chest to me and heaving her chest. I didn’t look down. I just turned my attention to my computer.

“Is there something wrong with them? Do you think I wasted my money on them?” she went on.

“No. I—I’m sure they’re fine. I’m just…”

“Just what?”

“Leave him alone,” Lena said.

This was terribly awkward. I wanted to tap out. I wanted to just tell Lena that I wouldn’t be able to do it. I could be honest and just tell her that it was too awkward.

I looked over the other way, at Zoe. She had her heel up on her desk—painting a new tone onto her pretty little toenails. She didn’t seem to care that her skirt was hiked up, flashing me her panties. I could see her bulge—and more than that: I could see a bit of her cock slipping out from her panties. Maybe she knew and was teasing me like Jess, or maybe she was oblivious.

I tried to focus on my screen. It was time to practice… It was time to focus… but it was hard to focus, because across from me was Mara. She was playing with her long blonde braided hair, staring at me with a smile. She giggled when I looked at her, like some schoolgirl staring at some teen heartthrob. Maybe she was just teasing me… I could tell that she was trans too—she was maybe the most convincing looking girl in the room, but her voice was a big giveaway. It wasn’t necessarily masculine, but it wasn’t quite feminine either. “I like your sweater,” she said with those dreamy eyes.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Are you staying the night? We can share a bed,” she said.

I hesitated to reply. She bit her lip and winked at me.

“Take it easy, Mara,” Lena groaned. “We’re focussing now.”

It was time to play our first practice round. I strained to get into the right headspace. It just seemed like there was so much going on around me. The girls seemed so focussed on me, like I was some sort of test specimen in a lab. I just wanted to feel like I fit in—but with each passing second, I felt more like an outsider than ever.

The first round went badly. I missed an easy target—and that target ended up taking Jess out. I awkwardly recovered, managing to kill the guy, but I ended up getting pinned down by his teammates: trapped in a building with no ammo while the rest of my team decided between rescuing me and heading towards the bubble.

“Just go,” I said. “I’ll fight my way out of this.”

“We can’t just leave you. If we get split up, we’ll waste too many resources trying to rendezvous later,” Lena said.

And then Lena was killed trying to take out the enemy sniper.

It was a big mess. A few minutes later, I was the last one alive. “I can just leave the game and we can try again,” I suggested.

“Just play the game out, Pretty Boy,” Jess groaned.

So I played it out… and it was a slow, boring match. I could tell the girls were losing their patience. It didn’t help that I didn’t end up winning—because of a lousy attempt at rushing into the bubble at the last minute, getting stuck because I was trying to avoid a usual sniper spot.

“Well that was a big fail,” Jess groaned.

“It’s fine. It was a warmup round,” Lena said. “We just need a good dose of motivation. Let’s all try to remember what we’re playing for. Think of the tournament—and the prize money.”

“How’s about this for motivation?” Mara said, blushing. “If you get MVP, Ethan will spend the night in your room tonight… and if I get MVP, Ethan will spend the night in my room tonight.”

The girls all groaned at their friend. She eyed me with a blushing smile. I was really starting to think she wasn’t just teasing.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Jess chimed in. “Pretty Boy keeps making dumb mistakes. Maybe we can reward him for playing properly… Like training a dog with treats. For each game we win, one of us can give him a quick handjob or something.”

“W—What?” I said.

“She’s just joking around,” Lena said. But I wasn’t so convinced that it was a joke.

“Blowjob if he gets MVP. Anal if he can do it twice in a row,” Jess continued with a teasing smile.

I felt the sweat forming on the back of my neck.

“What if I get MVP?” Mara asked. “Can I choose to give my reward to him?”

We played another game, and it didn’t go much better. I wasn’t used to playing on a team. I was starting to think that my tryout match was a fluke. Maybe we had just been paired with a bunch of soft opponents—or I just made a bunch of lucky shots. Because now, it seemed like each game was starting off like a disaster. I wasn’t finding good items. I was getting gunned down by lousy opponents.

After losing the third match of the morning, Jess said, “Maybe we should try the doggy reward system. Maybe it would help to get his head into the game.”

“Don’t talk about him like he’s not in the room,” Zoe said, rolling her eyes.

“Well, I’m just coming up with ideas. I don’t hear any ideas from any of you.”

“I’m fine with trying it,” Mara said, eyes flashing as she smiled at me.

“I’ll try anything,” Zoe said.

They were just kidding though… right?

The girls looked to Lena. “Okay, whatever. We can try it—but I don’t think Ethan is necessarily the problem. Communication is the problem, and that falls on everyone.”

“Okay, let’s try it,” Jess said. “But we need to figure out a system to decide who Ethan gets paired with. Because the whole thing would fall apart fast once he starts picking favourites.”

“He can have me first,” Mara said. “And then he can just go clockwise from there.”

“Who says I want to even be considered?” Zoe said.

Was this conversation real? Were they actually discussing having sex with me as a sort of training-reward system? Did I need to speak up and tell them that I wasn’t interested.

“Lena already sucked his cock,” Jess said. “So she should get a pass if she wants one.”

“Excuse me?” I said.

But they ignored me.

“How’s about this?” Jess continued. “If we win, whoever had the fewest kills gives him a quick BJ. If he had the fewest kills, then he has to give whoever had the most kills a BJ. If he gets MVP, he can fuck the person with the fewest kills in the ass.”

“I like that,” Mara said.

“Fine,” Zoe said.

“If you guys like it, I’ll play along,” Lena said.

“Wait,” I said, shaking my head. “You guys can’t be serious… can you?”

They all stared at me. “It’s pretty much a win-win for you, Ethan,” Lena said. “You get laid in pretty much all scenarios—unless we keep losing.”

“What if I get MVP?” Zoe chimed in. “And I’m in an anal kind of mood. Can I fuck him in the ass?”

“What? No way!” I gasped. I hardly even knew these girls.

“Come on, Pretty Boy,” Jess grinned. “You seem like the gambling type. Think of it like that. Let’s have some fun—and maybe you’ll actually shit out a half decent performance because of it.”

I bit hard on my tongue. This seemed so crazy. The girls actually looked serious about this. They were all looking at me, seemingly fine with the idea of having sex with me…

And maybe I didn’t mind the idea of getting another blowjob, like Lena had given me in the elevator. But… Zoe’s joking suggestion about topping me… Was that actually a joke?

So we played another game… This time, it got off to a much better start. We quickly eliminated the team that dropped near us. We gathered good equipment fast. We grouped up and made our way to the middle of the bubble. We were having much better luck… and maybe I was making my shots more effectively.

But as we neared the end of the game, the reality of what that meant started hitting me. My hands started trembling. I eyed the game stats. I was leading in kills, and Jess only had one. I eyed Jess, clad in fishnets and a skintight bodysuit. My God… would she actually do it? Would it feel good, or would it be weird, knowing that she wasn’t terribly fond of me? If I told her I wasn’t interested, would it offend her?

Was I interested?

She eyed me. “Focus, Pretty Boy,” she said.

She kept calling me that. Did she think I was ‘pretty’?

My head was hot now. I felt lightheaded. I bit hard on my tongue. Only ten other players remained. We moved into the closing bubble. Lena threw a grenade into a quiet-looking hut—and scored a massive win: four kills with that single grenade. Maybe it was just lucky.

Zoe was sniped. She slammed her desk and swore—but we were still in good standing: just a few other players left, and we had most of our team. “Just keep our formation and stay sharp,” I said.

I spotted a ghillie suit crawling in the grass. I made the shot: an easy kill. I was back in the lead for kills.

And then, the game suddenly ended when Jess snuck up behind a prone sniper and made the kill using a pan.

That was it: we won.

And according to the stats, Lena actually beat me. We had equal kills, but she edged me out on assists.

Zoe eyed the stats and said, “So does that mean Jess sucks Lena’s dick?”

“I think that’s what we all agreed to,” Mara said.

“I thought all scenarios involved Ethan,” Lena said, narrowing her eyes.

“But that doesn’t make sense. He wasn’t MVP and he didn’t have the worst score. Maybe we should have thought this through.”

“Just take out your cock, girly,” Jess said, waving everyone off. “Let’s get this over with. Rules are rules.”

And just like that, she dropped to her knees between Lena’s legs. Lena blushed and giggled, and then she lifted up her skirt and folded down her panties. I was left breathless when I saw it:

Lena had a huge cock. It had weight to it, slumped over her seat like it belonged to a damned horse.

The girls all giggled, as Jess lifted it up and slipped it into her mouth. “Don’t bite this time,” Lena said. She eyed me and looked away quickly—shy.

They had done this before. They probably did this a lot.

I wasn’t joining some normal gaming group… I was joining a weird sex group. These girls weren’t just friends—they were friends with benefits.

And now, they were all just… watching. Zoe and Mara sat in their seats, looking upon Jess and Lena as the blowjob ensued: Jess’s plump, glossy lips sliding up and down the length of that throbbing member. I couldn’t believe how big Lena was. Her cock, erect, was nearly ten whole inches!

“That feels good,” Lena giggled.

And to think… the owner of that cock had sucked me off the day before.

I peered around the room awkwardly, at the girls… though they really weren’t acting like girls. Sure, they looked like girls and Lena was now moaning girly sounds—but I’d never heard of girls acting like that. They had a male-like sexual appetite: a horniness that girls just don’t typically have… especially not three of them in a room together.

“Okay, okay,” Lena said. “I’m coming.”

Jess closed her eyes and tensed up, preparing for the explosion. Then, I saw her eyes light up. I heard a small gasp. She choked for a moment but held firm. Then, she leaned back. Some cum spilled out before she was able to use her fingers to cover her lips.

The girls all giggled. Lena giggled as if it was no big deal while she mashed her cock back into her panties. Just like that, it was over. Now, the girls were settling back into their stations, ready for the next game—ready to do it all over again, as if it wasn’t completely absurd, as if it had been a totally normal activity.

I turned to my screen, saying nothing. But of course I felt the pressure. I knew what was at stake now, though I’d never agreed to any of it.

I just wanted to get through the next week. Or at least the rest of that day—and then I could politely message Lena and tell her that this was too far out of my comfort zone. But if I left now, they would all think that I was a coward.

As the next game was loading up, my pocket buzzed. I reached in to check my phone, though I kept it low under my desk, not wanting the girls to think that my mind and priorities were elsewhere. I didn’t normally get messages, so I was curious to see who was messaging.

It was Adam. “Why aren’t you home?”

Did I have to answer that? Adam almost never checked in on me unless there was a good reason for it. “I’m practicing for a tournament. Why? What’s up?”

“Where? With who?” he asked.

“With a new gaming team. It’s just a trial thing. Is there a problem?”

“The problem is that you never dropped off your rent cheque,” he wrote.

Shit. He was right. I had the money—barely—in my bank account… But I forgot to write the cheque out for the landlord. “I will do it as soon as I’m home.”

I wiped the sweat from my forehead. I caught Jess’s glance. She was touching up her lip gloss before the start of the next game. “If I have cum breath, just be honest with me,” she said with a blunt expression.

I looked away sheepishly. “Not that I can tell,” I said.

I was relieved when the game started, and we all had something else to focus on… though of course the terror of ending up in another awkward sexual position had my heart racing, even during the quiet midsection of the game.