Chapter 193: Something Wasn’t Right

Leitana’s legs shook violently as the last powerful squirt dripped out of her, her mouth open in a silent scream that finally broke into a broken whimper. Her entire body convulsed one final time before she collapsed forward, panting, drenched in sweat and her own release.

The cubicle door was wide open.

And Arabella Rousseau stood there, face and chest glistening with Leitana’s squirt, eyes wide with pure shock.

For a second, neither of them moved.

Then Leitana jumped up in horror, her dress still bunched around her waist, panties soaked and askew. “Mi sorry! Mi so so sorry!” she cried, rushing forward and using the sleeve of her dress to desperately wipe Arabella’s face and neck. “Mi no mean am! It just, mi no fit control, oh God, mi sorry!”

Annabelle staggered back a step, blinking rapidly as Leitana dabbed at her cheeks and collarbone like a panicked mother.

“Um… it’s… fine, I guess?” Annabelle said, voice dazed. She looked down at her soaked shirt, then back at Leitana’s flushed, teary face.

“Mi husband forced me to wear it!” Leitana blurted out in mortification, still wiping. “Mi no know it would be this strong! Mi was trying to hold it but mi so embarrassed, please forgive me, Mi go buy yu new shirt. Two shirts. Please no tell anyone.”

Arabella finally grabbed Leitana’s wrist gently to stop her frantic cleaning. A slow, amused smirk spread across her still-damp face.

“Wait, you’re wearing a toy right now?” she asked, eyes sparkling with disbelief and amusement. “Like… a vibrating one? In class? During audition day?”

Leitana wanted the ground to swallow her whole. She nodded miserably, still dabbing at Annabelle’s neck. “Yes… mi husband control am from phone. He say it’s… condition. Mi no fit remove it.”

Annabelle laughed even harder, covering her mouth. “Girl… that is wild. Your man is crazy. But also kinda hot? Respect.”

Leitana finally stopped wiping and looked down, fiddling with her dress. “Mi know… he’s too much sometimes.”

As Annabelle turned to the sink to wash her face properly, Leitana noticed something on her wrist, a big, angry red scratch, deep and fresh-looking, like something with claws had raked across it.

“What’s that?” Leitana asked, frowning. “On your wrist. It looks painful.”

Annabelle froze for a split second, then quickly pulled her sleeve down to cover it. “Um… I got scratched by a dog. It’s nothing.”

Leitana’s eyes went wide. “Hope it’s not the rabid dog in the news? The one they been talking about on TV? The one that bite people so deep?”

Annabelle was quiet for a moment too long.

Then she forced a small smile. “Um, no. It’s just… another neighbor’s dog. Nothing like that. Really.”

But her voice sounded a little too calm. A little too quick.

Leitana stared at her, the toy still humming softly inside her, but the strange feeling in her chest was stronger than the pleasure now.

Something wasn’t right.

Leitana opened her mouth to ask more, but the toy inside her suddenly gave one last, teasing pulse, a final reminder from Ravial.

She gasped softly, thighs pressing together again.

Arabella noticed and raised an eyebrow, the mischievous smirk returning. “Still going?”

Leitana covered her face with both hands, utterly defeated.

Arabella just laughed softly and pulled Leitana’s hands away from her flushed face. “Don’t be so embarrassed. Do you want my help?”

Leitana blinked at her in confusion, still trembling from the aftershocks. “Help… how?”

Arabella’s smirk turned playful but gentle. “Well, I can help you remove that toy. Unless you want to go back on stage still stuffed and vibrating.”

Leitana’s eyes went wide. “Yu… yu go put your hand inside me?”

Arabella shrugged, a teasing glint in her green eyes. “Only if you want. But if you don’t, good luck playing piano while your husband keeps torturing you.”

Leitana hesitated, thighs still shaking. The toy was still humming softly inside her, and she knew Ravial could turn it up again at any second. She had to play soon. She couldn’t go back out there like this.

“Um… okay. Please,” she whispered, voice small and embarrassed. “Mi have to play piano soon, and mi Ravial… he will increase it again. Mi want to do well.”

Arabella’s expression softened a little. “Alright. Sit on the counter and spread your legs for me.”

She helped Leitana hop up onto the bathroom counter, then went and locked the main bathroom door for extra privacy. She washed her hands thoroughly at the sink, then turned back to Leitana.

“Pull your panties to the side, baby,” she said gently.

Leitana’s face burned as she reached down and hooked her soaked panties to the side. The lace was drenched, strings of her arousal sticking to her thighs. The rose-gold base of the toy glistened between her puffy, swollen folds.

Arabella’s eyes darkened with appreciation. “Fuck… you’re so wet. Look at you dripping everywhere.”

Leitana whimpered in shame, covering her face again.

Arabella stepped between her spread thighs, one hand resting on Leitana’s knee to steady her. “Relax for me.”

She slowly slid two fingers along Leitana’s slick pussy, coating them in her wetness, then gently pushed them inside alongside the toy. Leitana gasped sharply at the stretch, her walls fluttering around the intrusion.

“So warm… and so fucking soft,” Arabella murmured, voice low and husky as her fingers curled, feeling for the base of the device. “God, you’re clenching so tight. Your husband must drive you crazy.”

Leitana moaned softly, hips twitching. Arabella’s fingers were long and careful, slowly working the toy out while gently stroking her inner walls. The combination of the toy still vibrating and Arabella’s fingers made Leitana’s head spin.

“Almost… there,” Arabella whispered, giving a gentle tug.

With a wet, obscene sound, the rose-gold toy slid out of Leitana’s dripping pussy. It was absolutely soaked, strings of her arousal clinging to it.

Leitana let out a shaky breath of relief as Arabella held up the glistening device.

“Damn,” Arabella teased with a grin, “you really made a mess. Your husband is going to love hearing about this.”

Leitana quickly hopped down, legs still shaky, and took the toy to wash it in the sink, face burning with embarrassment. “Thank you… really. Mi no know what mi would have done.”

Arabella just smiled, watching her. “Anytime, that was… educational.”

Before Leitana could reply, a loud knock came on the bathroom door.

“Leitana? Yu in there?” Marita’s voice called from outside.

Both girls froze.