The Devious Designs of Coco and Velvette

They told Coco Adel she would love her new roommate.

They were wrong.

The first thing that rubbed her the wrong way was her name: Velvette... with an "E". The same name as her best friend back at Pharos Academy in Vale, all the way on the other side of the country. It was as if she was being mocked.

They told Coco she liked fashion.

They were wrong.

As in, what the shorter woman was wearing when Coco walked in was a CRIME against fashion.

A scarlet red coat with thick shoulder pads, black leggings, a pure white skirt, and thick curly hair dyed in red and blue and white that did NOT go well with her darker skin tone. And that's not to mention the black lipstick and the-

"Ya gonna stare at me all day, love?"

Coco's eye twitched at the chalkboard-scraping cockney accent coming from the woman she was supposed to be living with for the next two semesters. Nope. NOPE.

She turned around and walked out of the dorm.

"Yeah? Go ahead and shoo then. Bye!" She heard behind her.

Okay, Metropolis Univerity wasn't her first choice, or even her second. A specialty fashion school was what she wanted... but she had to settle for this place. Didn't mean she had to settle for the company.

"Sorry, dorms are final as of today!" The Dorm Manager told her with a pasted-on smile minutes later.

Fuck.

Coco stormed back in.

"How'd it go darlin?"

"Fuck you." Coco threw her suitcase on the bed and yanked it open.

"With those sunglasses?" Velvette snorted.

Coco's clothes bunched up in her hands. So... it was going to be like THAT.

They told Coco they'd get used to each other.

They were wrong.

"This is Velvette! Back again with another beauty vlog!"

Coco pressed her pillow against her ear as her roommate yapped away to her fans yet again. It was SATURDAY for crying out loud!

"Ugh!"

"Pfft!" Velvette exhaled across the room. "Ignore her! She's just my bitch roommate!"

Coco saw red as her arm swung out and her pillow hit the wall. The next few moments were a violent and loud blur.

By the time she was coming down, her hand was yanking Velvette's hair and the girl was fighting back, scratching at her face and letting out a string of butchered curses. That's when she noticed the pounding at the door.

She let go of Velvette's hair, watching the girl fall back into her chair and knocking over a textbook. They glared at each other one more time, and Coco went to answer the door.

She was met by two bright green eyes fitting perfectly within a heart-shaped face, framed by black hair flowing likes waves down her shoulders. Shit, she looked pissed.

"Can I help you?" Coco asked.

"Yes, you can..." The girl's deep red lips deepened into a scowl. "Don't know if you forgot orientation already, but I'm Asami Sato! RA for your floor!"

Shit.

"I have half a mind to call the Dorm Manager herself! And that goes for you too!" Asami leaned over and pointed at Velvette, straightening her hair behind Coco.

"I beg your fucking pardon!?" Velvette said.

"You heard me!" Asami continued. "I'll cut you guys some slack because it's your first week here. But if you two can't live together without waking up half the floor I'm going to have to take more DRASTIC measures. Is that understood?"

"Yes," Coco muttered.

"Sorry? I didn't catch that."

Coco took a deep breath, gritting her teeth. "Yes, ma'am."

Asami leaned over, looking back at Velvette.

Velvette crossed her arms and looked away. "Yes, ma'am."

"Don't make me come back here!" Asami waved her finger between the two, then spun around, and strode off confidently.

Coco shut the door. "Fucking bitch!"

"Fucking bitch!" Velvette said at the same time.

They both glared at each other, but weren't stupid enough to call Asami back already. Tempting as that might be...

"I'm getting a shower." Coco stormed off, Velvette watching without a word before picking up her phone and salvaging her stream.

Coco closed the door to the small bathroom attached to the dorm, making sure it was locked. She let out a drawn-out sigh and lifted her loose tank top over and off her head, followed by her shorts. She never slept in panties.

"Fuck," she muttered, stepping into the small shower and turning it on. Warm water cascaded down her shoulders and over her skin, melting away every bit of tension that had knotted up within her body, every bit but one. The place that needed SPECIAL attention...

Coco's ass hit the tile floor as she opened her legs to the spraying water and slid her hand down. A layer of dark stubble had appeared on her crotch, she'd have to take care of that later, but for now she focused on her two fundamental truths at that moment: She was VERY fucking gay, and Asami was VERY fucking hot.

"Let's get this out of my system..." Coco closed her gray-brown eyes and allowed her deft fingers to work their magic.

Coco was a raging lesbian. Tall girls, short girls, soft girls, strong girls, big boobs, small boobs, in bed or in the car. Men liked girls? Coco LOVED girls. And as it turned out, Velvette did too. One would think that would be something to bond over.

They were wrong.

"Do you speak any Japanese?" The classmate she was flirting with--Lois Lane--asked.

"'A word or two'" She replied in perfect Nihongo.

Lois's light brown eyes looked back at her blankly. God, Coco wanted to see more of that tan skin, she wanted to know if her carpet was dark and short as the hair on her head. But first, she had to play it casual.

"That means yes!" Coco clarified with a smile.

"Oh!" Lois realized. "I DID think you had some of the east in you!"

Coco beamed, she knew there was a reason she picked this seat in the lecture hall. "Mom's from Japan, but I was born and raised with my dad in Vale."

"Vale?" Lois asked. "You really wanted to get away from home, huh?"

"You could say that," Coco dismissed. "What about you?"

"Korean, mostly." Lois said. "Born and raised here though. I thought I'd try my hand at this class, something familiar, but new, ya know? I suppose you're just taking Japanese 101 for the easy A?"

"Babe," Coco tilted her head as she watched the professor stroll in. "Watch and learn..."

Coco and Lois strolled out of the hall an hour later.

"Learn anything new?" Coco asked, stretching her arms above her head in a way she hoped was showing off her biceps under her sweater.

"Doesn't seem like you did." Lois smirked back.

"Babe," Coco said. "I could be TEACHING this class."

Lois snorted. "Sure, and I could teach Korean 101 down the hall."

"I'll certainly be there next semester," Coco smiled dangerously. "And I'll do anything for an A..."

Lois laughed. Not in a nervous way, but like her joke was simply funny, nothing more. Coco didn't like that.

"Interruptin' somethin', loves?"

Coco's nails sliced grooves in the cover of her book. She spun around and came face-to-face with the devil incarnate. "Hello, Velvette!" She gritted her teeth with a pained smile. "What are you doing here?"

"Oh, ya' know," Velvette refused to make eye contact, looking at her nails instead. "Got Chemistry 101 here in five..." she flicked her fingers and looked up for the first time. "But I am much more interested to see how your shots are landin' darlin!"

God damn this woman. It was one thing to insult her, goad her into fights, ruin her sleep. But NOBODY got between Coco and some quality pussy and lived to tell the tale.

"Is this your friend, Coco?" Lois leaned to the side, getting a look at the woman. Coco recognized the hint of hunger that appeared in Velvette's eyes when they landed on Lois. Not a flame, but an ember. Enough to make Coco's blood boil, she'd already claimed her after all.

"Where are my manners? Name's Velvette, darlin," Velvette eyed Lois up and down, her black lips in a smirk. "I'm the unlucky sod who gets to be this girl's roommate!" Coco opened her mouth with a retort but Velvette quickly beat her. "Love the sweater, by the way!"

"Oh?" Lois looked down at the light tan sweater clinging loosely to her torso. Velvette was right, and Coco hated admitting that. "This old thing? I got it at Kohl's!"

Coco and Velvette both chuckled, then stopped and looked at each other briefly. They had to stop doing that.

"I'll take you out shopping sometime," Coco said confidently. "I know a much better place."

"Is it Boutique's?" Velvette smugly asked. "Down by the Wendys?"

Coco's eye twitched. Why didn't she wear her sunglasses today?

"Oh," Lois stammered. "That..."

"Lois!" A man's gentle, yet solid voice interrupted them. Coco and Velvette both craned to find one of the biggest men they've ever seen waving at them as he walked over. His bulking chest covered with an unremarkable dress shirt, while his dorky smile and glasses shined in contrast. Walking next to him was, OH-.

"Clark! Kara!" Lois waved the two down.

"Ready for lunch?" Clark asked with all the sternness and ferocity of a baby rabbit.

"Better believe it!" Lois beamed. "I'm starving after this class!"

Coco cleared her throat.

"Oh!" Lois remembered the two women she'd been chatting up before this annoying hulk of a man arrived. "Coco! Velvette! This is my friend, Clark! And his cousin, Kara!"

The pale blonde that Coco totally hadn't been checking out, and totally hadn't noticed Velvette checking out too, looked at them with a blank expression and waved weakly. "Kara Zor-El, pleased to meet you."

"Zor-El, huh?" Coco raised an eyebrow. Kara's voice was robotic, but so soft, like putty she could mould. Something heated up in her at the thought of it. "Sounds German..."

"Kryptonian." Kara clarified. When it became clear she wasn't going to elaborate, the big guy coughed.

"We both are," he said. "She's my cousin."

"Oof," Velvette winced. "Poor place, what with the civil war and all."

Coco had heard the odd mention of it on the news growing up, she knew the name Brianiac and some sort of revolution against the country's noble houses, followed by a disaster or two. Coco wasn't sure, politics had never suited her.

"Yeah," the big guy chuckled nervously, rubbing his neck. "Lucky we both got out of that. Anyway-"

"I have to say," Coco interrupted, hoping to steer the conversation back in her favor. "I've never met a kryptonian before, is that hairstyle popular there?"

Kara curiously raised a hand to her immaculate blonde bob, then wrapped her fingers around one of the two ribbons of hair framing her face. "I suppose. It's just... how I've always had it."

"Ever thought about dying it?" Coco asked. Bagging a girl like Lois would be one thing, to add her cute foreign friend on top of it would be the score of the year. "I bet blue and red would go good with it, could take you and Lois down to the salon sometime." God, if she could bag them both at the same time-

"Are you attempting to flirt with me?" Kara asked out of the blue, her head tilted and puzzled.

Okay, that was NOT what Coco was expecting to hear. She opened her mouth, usually ready with a witty response, but for once, nothing came.

Velvette burst into laughter behind her.

The big guy looked between them stupidly.

Lois processed the interaction, staring at Coco and remembering the past hour of playful conversation. Then, it clicked.

"Oh! Oh my god!" She blurted.

Everyone turned to stare.

"I mean-," she muttered. "I didn't even realize-"

"Uh..." was Coco's contribution to the conversation.

Velvette kept laughing, Lois gave her an odd look, before deciding ultimately to ignore her.

"I just thought you were being friendly! And..." Lois quickly explained. "And- sorry, I'm rambling. I think it's great!" She gave an awkward thumbs up. "Always been supportive! I just- um-"

"What she's trying to say!" The big man nervously interrupted. Coco decided she already hated him. "Is that we all support the community! Love is love, right! It's just-"

"I don't swing that way!" Lois quickly blurted. "Sorry if I, um, led you on or-"

"Oh!" Coco quickly regained control of herself, burying her dissapointment to save face. She smiled, tossling some of her brown hair. "No! Not at all! I should've realized that from the start-"

"No! It's my fault." Lois said. "It was on me to catch on and clarify things!"

"It's nobody's fault!" The big guy happily cut in to Coco's irritation. "Mixed signals, happens to everyone! What's important now is that we're all on the same page!"

"Yes!" Kara agreed. "I do appreciate when people make their preferences clear. I, for one, have no genital preference, but I have very high standards for my mates-"

"Mates?" Coco asked. She couldn't tell if this girl's aloofness was enraging or hot.

"Oh! Look at the time!" The big guy cut in, again. Yeah, Coco hated him. "Better get lunch before Journalism at two! Jimmy's waiting for us!"

"Right!" Lois said, looking to the two girls. "Coco, Velvet, was nice meeting you! Maybe we can go clothes shopping sometime!"

What little hope Coco had left of exploring Lois died inside of her. That was a turn-down if she ever heard one, no matter how polite it was.

"Of course!" Coco smiled.

"Looking forward to it!" Velvette added happily.

The trio exchanged their goodbyes and departed down the hall, discussing their upcoming Journalism studies. Coco watched, her happy mask slowly crumbling away.

"Good to know ya never had a fat chance!" Velvette chuckled.

"Fuck off!" Coco channeled her willpower to keep her voice at a reasonable level. "You spot a hottie with hair that short and tell me she's straight!"

"Boyish hair don't make ya gay," Velvette casually bobbed some of her long dyed curls. "I would know. Maybe you just assumin' cause ya too absorbed in yorself and ya own crime ova' look!"

Coco growled, and took a step towards the demon in front of her. "How about I rip that fucking eyesore of a hairdo off your head-"

"Ahem!"

Both Coco and Velvette stopped at the familiar voice, apparently this day COULD get worse, because they turned to see angry green eyes staring back at them.

"Do I need to report you two?" Asami said. "Because APPARENTLY you can't keep this shit to the dorm? Of course you can't, THEN my job would be too EASY!"

Coco looked away, Velvette crossed her arms.

"I'm not here to play mommy to both of you!" She sternly said. "You're adults, figure this shit out, or I will! And you won't like what I do!"

Coco sighed. "Yes, ma'am."

"Yes, ma'am." Velvette muttered.

Asami looked between them, giving a small nod. "Hm." She straightened and strolled between them, head held high.

"Fucking bitch!" Velvette said as she watched her dissappear past the corner.

"Fucking bitch!" Coco agreed.

They glared at each other again, the hatred between each other and Asami palpable.

Coco narrowed her eyes.

Velvette narrowed hers back.

Coco stared daggers.

Velvette stabbed back.

Coco snapped.

"FUCK!" She shut her eyes and jerked her head away. "She's so hot!"

"I would kill!" Velvette exclaimed. "Lit-chrally, KILL to glance at 'er in wunna my dresses!"

"I hate her so much." Coco said.

"I hate you." Velvette said. "Both of you."

"This place is a nightmare." Coco shook her head. "I regret coming here."

"Yeah?" Velvette said. "Me too."

"Fuck!" Coco whispered, feeling the warmth of the shower drip through her brown hair and cascade down her every dip and curve. Two fingers pumped in and out of her greedy hole. She scooted her ass just a little against the tiles of the floor, positioning her clit under a thick stream of water. "Fuck!" This was it, the daily dose of heaven she afforded herself during the day, the one time she could indulge herself without worry, without care.

Her soft brown eyes went hazy, staring up at nothing, her lips parted to the incoming wetness. The consistent pumping of her fingers accompanying the water messaging her clit made the world dissappear around her. Everything faded until the universe was just her and her greedy cunt, begging for more.

Coco was never one for long-term relationships, something she'd known since she discovered her womanly urges as a girl. The first time her pussy had spoken to her, and she answered. No, she had ONE long-term partner. It lay between her legs, a cat in more ways than one, purring and whining when it didn't get the attention it needed, driving her crazy until she pet it to satisfaction. It was a very spoiled kitty, and she hadn't been giving it the attention it needed lately.

"Mmm." Coco bit her lip, kitty was pleased. She lifted her left hand to her chest, another pair of pets that hadn't been properly taken care of. She squeezed her firm D-cups, the heavenly sensations amplifying her kitty's purrs. Boobs really were nature's greatest gift when they weren't pressed behind a sweaty bra.

She thought about Lois. Sure, Coco hadn't talked to her since THAT incident days ago, and in fact made an effort to sit away from her in class. Far enough away to avoid her, but in just the right spot to keep her in sight. That's where her sunglasses came in. Nobody knows you're checking them out if they can't see your eyes, right?

Lois had worn a slightly shorter sweater that day, white with a wide collar that showed off her neckline. The bottom cut just enough to expose a small sliver of smooth tan skin.

"Fuck!" Kitty liked that.

She thought about Kara, her adorable demeanor, those deep blue, thoughtful eyes. She wanted those eyes on her. She wondered if the rest of her was just as cute.

"Cute, ugh..." Coco muttered.

Fuck, why were all the hot girls here off-limits? Why did God create straight women? Who could look at a beautiful femme figure, bare as the day she was born, and not see perfection? Women like Lois, Kara, Asami-

FUCK! Asami!

Kitty purred harder. "Yes!" Coco moanaed. God how that gorgeous woman pissed her off. As euphoria came into view, Coco dwelled on those green eyes and rich, red lips, the way they spoke and ruined her day. "Fuck!" She had half a mind to pin that fucking bitch down and have her way-

"COCO!" Velvette's voice was followed by a hard knock on the bathroom door.

Coco suppressed a scream. That FUCKING BITCH was ruining her orgasm.

"COCO!" Velvette repeated. "I know what ya' doin' in there! A girl can't judge but may I ask ya keep it under TWENTY FACKIN MINUTES!"

Coco growled, yanking her fingers from her whining cunt. The moment was ruined anyway.

"I'm not doing anything!" She yelled. "Just finishing up!"

"Yeah!?" Velvette yelled back. "Well clean up when ya done FINISHING! I don't needa slip in ya pussy juice!"

Coco roared.

She finished in a coffee shop bathroom later. Coco wasn't proud of it, but hey, she was overdue and that cute brunette barista left her no choice.

Panting heavily, she looked around the stall once more to make sure the bathroom was still empty, feeling the cold smoothness of the toilet seat on her bare ass and thighs. She held her fingers to her face, staring at the sticky ooze dripping from them. The nectar her kitty made to tell her it was happy. But it wasn't happy now. All she had done was make up for her failure to finish what she started in the shower. Her clit throbbed, demanding another, and it wouldn't stop until it was happy.

"Fine." She whispered, and reached her clean hand down for toilet paper. It found two cardboard rolls, bare as her cunt.

Coco rolled her eyes. She'd have to do this the primitive way...

She brought her fingers to her mouth, wiping them down with her tongue until they were licked clean, then sent them back to pet her kitty. She wondered, not for the first or last time, why she couldn't just eat herself out. It would be so much easier, her tongue knew what her pussy wanted, and her pussy knew what her tongue wanted, physics be dammed.

Minutes later, her left hand covered her mouth, stifling a moan. She leaned forward to make sure she came into the toilet and not onto her pants.

The euphoria faded, Coco checked again to make sure she was alone. She stared at her hand, once again covered in her juices. Were MEN this insatiable?

Coco brought her thumb to her mouth. Her juices were bland and flavlorless, but they came from her, so they couldn't be bad.

"Fuck." She thought out loud as she sucked her thumb clean. "I might..." her index finger. "Have..." her middle (favorite) finger. "A problem..." her ring finger.

"Well..." Coco sighed, "There's worse problems a girl can have." She wrapped her lips around her pinky, and soon cleaned whatever was left on her hand.

"Finally! Hey Vel!"

Velvette turned away from her laptop. "Yeah!?"

"Not you!" Coco barked.

The girl on the other end of her facetime chat giggled. "Is THIS Velvette with an E?"

"Fuck you!" Velvette flipped them off. "I got plenty ah' E! Can't say the same about your friend 'ere!"

Coco growled at her. Velvet--her Velvet--laughed. "She's lived up to all my expectations."

Coco stared down her friend from Pharos Academy. Velvet shrugged happily, making her long brown hair ruffle in a hypnotic way. "How's Metropolis?"

Terrible.

"As good a fashion program as they can scrape together out here."

Velvette snorted in agreement at her desk, Coco didn't notice.

"How's Beacon?" Coco asked.

"Oh, y'know," Velvet recollected in that adorable Aussie accent of hers. "Same as you, we're both freshman after all. I DID manage to snag a' photography class!"

Coco beamed. "Aww, that's great Vel! I'm so proud of you!"

"Yeah," Velvet said. "It's nice..."

Velvette gave up the essay she was typing. She wasn't going to focus with those two yapping in the corner. She turned around in her chair, watching her bitch of a roommate chat away with this apparently perfect girl she couldn't hope to live up to in her eyes.

Coco's eyes seemed to gleam as her friend yapped about camera angles and landscapes. There was some admiration there, one built from friendship, but Velvette continued to peer, peeling back the layers Coco had built over her true feelings. There was something else there, something angry and primal. The woman on the other end of that call, Coco wanted her, but knew she couldn't have her.

Time to see what all the fuss was about.

Quietly pushing her chair back, Velvette got up and casually strolled over to where Coco was standing in front of the dorm's window, looking out over the city below.

The pair continued to discuss the latest meaningless news from their classes as Velvette approached. She peered over Coco's shoulder, and got a good look at the Australian0-what fucking bullshit made Coco think she could insult HER accent while falling head over heels for THIS?--brunette.

A pair of brown eyes, just a shade lighter than Coco's, spotted her through the screen. Velvette smiled wickedly. She was cute, not a drop-dead bombshell, but more like that one cashier that keeps you coming back to CVS. Velvette knew there wasn't just lust here, not from Coco, there was something else, something built from decades knowing each other.

Perfect.

"So this is your famous friend!" Velvette waved. Velvet waved back happily. Velvette's dark eyes met Coco's.

"Is she single?"

Coco blinked, and looked back at Velvet. "Gotta go!" She smiled. "Call you back!" Coco ended the call.

The pounding at the door stopped as Coco pulled it open. Asami's bright green eyes briefly widened at the state of the two girls, faces covered in scratches, their hair a mess, before she regained her composure.

"I'm calling the Dorm Manager." She said simply.

"Excuse me?" Coco responded, also simply.

"I told you, I wasn't going to be your fucking mom!" Asami pointed a finger in Coco's face. "I may be eighteen like you but I still have the power to call the Dorm Manager's hammer down on your inconsiderate asses and get you out of this building!"

"I'm sorry," Velvette began. "Do you facking KNOW who you-"

Coco slapped a hand over her mouth. She took a deep breath in. She wasn't stupid, as much as she hated to do it, she had to bottle up her feelings, just for a moment.

"Okay, you know what, this is a blessing in disguise..." Coco looked back to Velvette, winking where she knew Asami wouldn't see. Velvette's brow furrowed in confusion.

"'In disguise?'" Asami mocked. "More like lit up from the heavens!"

"You're right..." Coco admitted, hoping Asami wouldn't notice the slight trembling of her tight fist. "We clearly haven't been acting like adults and have been taking it out on each other... we don't deserve to be here."

Asami's features remained hard, and strikingly beautiful despite lack of makeup and ruffled hair where she'd been sleeping. Her eyes, however, softened just a touch.

"You're not going to gilt-trip me." She said. "My dad taught me a thing or two about people who suck up."

"Do I look like the type of girl who's capable of guilt-tripping anyone?" Coco asked.

Asami looked between them, briefly in thought. Yeah, you could call these girls a lot of things at the moment. CUTE was not one of them.

"She's right," Velvette cut in. "This 'ole thing clearly hasn't worked out, let's just get it over with and get outta here."

Asami face-palmed, fatigue returning as adrenaline left her brain. It was late, and she didn't exactly want to give the Dorm Manager a call right now.

Coco struggled to hide her satisfaction. She was buying it.

"Look, I've given you THREE verbal warnings!" She held up three fingers, waving them in both their faces. "There will NOT be another one!"

"Oh," Coco feigned suprise. "I mean- uh- thank you, ma'am-"

"Shut up." Asami said. "You two, face each other right now, apologize, and shake hands."

"Thought you weren't gonna be our mum?" Velvette muttered.

"And hug each other." Asami casually added.

"I-" Velvette was again silenced by Coco's hand. She rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry," Coco said to her roommate.

"For...?" Asami asked.

"Pulling on your hair trying to choke you."

Asami's eyebrow rose. That was a new detail.

"I'm... sorry..." Velvette was clearly having a more of a struggle. "I spoke... out of TURN... about your FRIEND..." She gritted her teeth and reached out her hand. Coco shook it.

Asami coughed.

Coco's eye twiched, and she leaned in to give Velvette a hug, the most hateful and cold hug ever given to anyone. Velvette felt the same way.

"Okay..." Asami crossed her arms. "If I have to come back here again, for ANY reason, you two will be on the fucking street!"

"Yes, ma'am." Coco said.

"Yes, ma'am." Velvette muttered.

"Now promise me you'll do everything in your power to at least TOLORATE each other's existence for the next semester!"

"I promise." Coco said.

"I promise." Velvette said.

Asami stepped up to Coco, her face an inch from hers, bright green eyes boring into her soul. She tapped a finger on her chest. "This. Is. Your. Last. Chance."

She turned and left. Her ass swaying from side to side in her tight sweatpants. Coco stared shamelessly at it until she turned the corner, and vanished from sight.

Coco calmly shut the door, and let out a tense breath.

Something deep inside her snapped.

"She needs to be destroyed." Coco said. "Physically, emotionally, and CARNALLY."

"Already getting materials together," Velvette said as she rummaged through her school supplies. "We'll outline a plan."

They would keep their promise after all.

Asami stepped back into her single-occupant dorm, one of the few luxuries she'd opted to afford herself on her father's money.

Shutting the door, she allowed her shoulders to slump. Fucking lesbians and their bullshit. She was glad not to have to deal with any of that drama herself.

She wouldn't be getting back to sleep in her state, those two had raised her blood pressure too much, and there was only one relief for that...

Thanking herself again for thinking to get her own dorm, Asami peeled off her tank top, flinging it away as she walked into the bedroom, chest bared in the company of herself alone. Pulling out a patented Future Industries lockbox from under her bed, she deftly entered the combination and clicked it open, revealing her pride and joy.

If it ran on electricity, gears, or wheels, Asami knew her way around it, her father had made sure of that. Though perhaps he wasn't expecting her to use her skills for quite this purpose.

She tossed her custom-made vibrator on the bed, the one she had so affectionately named 'Clitmaster', and yanked down her sweatpants. She hadn't worn any undergarments for her quick exursion, no point in it.

Asami laid down a towel and crawled into bed, reaching over and plugging in the Clitmaster's cord. It was a simple, yet elegant device, a large vibrating dildo with a protruding nub on the side, custom-designed to get all her sweet spots. She smiled as she flicked the switch and it hummed to life.

She thought about that cute boy from shop, what was his name? Anthony Ive-something? Didn't matter.

Only her orgasm did, washing over her toned body minutes later.

Putting the soaked towel in her laundry basket, Asami wiped down her old reliable and stored it away for her next 'me-time'.

The sheets were cozy against her bare skin as she slipped into bed and turned the lights off, a smile stuck to her face.