Anzu, whose been a lot of things to a lot of people, never thought she'd wind up underneath Bakura Ryou, in a hotel room two blocks away from work. "Oh," she cries, "oh god, Bakura, oh god..." She wonders if her mouth is wide enough, she wonders if her cries are loud enough.
And then he looks down at her. "You're faking, aren't you?" He sounds vaguely offended.
"I..." He's still inside her; she was actually sort of hoping things were going to get better, after all, he's not even done yet. Anyhow, this isn't really the right time to get into the statistical frequency of vaginal orgasm. Her cheeks turn a little pinker. "Only right now, Ryou-kun," she murmurs.
"You're comparing me with Him, aren't you?" Now he sounds sulky. "People do that. It's not fair. It isn't like I'm the same person."
She grabs for his hips. Trying to give her best sexy growl, "I want you," she says, "go on," because they have to finish up soon, she's due at work in half an hour.
"I'd make Him come out for you if I could." Bakura rolls onto the other side of the bed. "He never does what I say." Standing, he pulls on his pants. "You'd probably better go."
It's not really fair, that's what Anzu thinks. She gets up herself, grabs the little panties that go with her uniform. It isn't like there weren't other things she could have done with her afternoon, she didn't have to come here with Bakura. Now it's almost five o'clock, and what does she have to show for her time? She hasn't got her homework done, the sex wasn't any good, and to top it off, she's got a big stain, where the lube got on her skirt.