**Total Drama Chaos**
**Missing Chapter 12: The Villa Afterparty**
The lakeside villa glowed under the moonlight. They had bought it with the 10 million dollars – a modern glass-walled house with a pool, a roaring fireplace, a massive living room, and six bedrooms that stood empty tonight. The survivors didn't want separate rooms. Not tonight.
In the living room, soft music played – slow, deep-bass R&B that Heather had chosen. The fireplace crackled, casting orange light across the walls. Whiskey bottles lined the bar, half-empty. The six of them sat in a loose circle on the huge leather sofa: Courtney, Gwen, Heather, Lindsay, Ezekiel, Izzy. Bare feet, loose clothes, hair still damp from the shower.
Heather set her glass down first. Her eyes slid to Lindsay – the blonde girl sat curled in the corner of the couch, skirt riding up her thighs, cheeks flushed from the alcohol and tension.
Heather slid closer. Her fingertip traced Lindsay's lower lip.
"You've always been this sweet," she whispered.
Lindsay's breath hitched.
"Heather… I've never… with a girl…"
"I know," Heather cut in, then leaned in and kissed her.
Slow at first, soft, then deeper. Lindsay froze for a heartbeat, then sighed quietly and kissed back. Their tongues met, tentative then hungry. Heather's hand slid onto Lindsay's thigh, moving higher, under the skirt. Lindsay's legs trembled but didn't close. Heather's fingers found the damp fabric of her panties and rubbed gently over the cloth. Lindsay threw her head back with a whimper.
"This… this feels so good…" she breathed, then repeated, voice shaky: "This feels so good… so good…"
Courtney watched them, her breathing quickening.
Her gaze shifted to Ezekiel.
The boy sat quietly, but his eyes had been on her for a long time.
Courtney stood, took his hand, and pulled him up.
"Come with me. Now."
In the bedroom, Courtney locked the door.
Then pushed Ezekiel onto the bed.
"You've always been too quiet," she murmured, yanking his shirt over his head. "Tonight you're mine."
Ezekiel didn't resist.
Courtney straddled him, thighs clamping around his waist, hands roaming his chest. She tugged his pants down slowly, and when his erection sprang free, she smiled.
"Good boy," she whispered, wrapping her fingers around him, stroking slowly, firmly.
Ezekiel groaned, hips lifting.
Courtney leaned down, took him into her mouth, tongue swirling around the tip before sliding deep.
Ezekiel's fingers tangled in her hair, but he didn't push – he let her lead.
Courtney looked up at him, eyes gleaming.
"Now you. I want you inside me."
Ezekiel nodded.
Courtney lay back, legs spread.
He entered her slowly – deep, very slow, savoring every inch. Courtney moaned, nails digging into his back.
"Yes… just like that… slow… deep…"
The door opened.
Gwen stood in the doorway, cheeks flushed, eyes wide.
"I saw you two… and… I want in."
Courtney smiled.
"Come here."
Gwen stepped inside.
Courtney pulled her close, kissed her hard – deep, possessive.
Ezekiel kept thrusting slowly into Courtney, long, measured strokes.
Gwen's hands slid to Courtney's breasts, fingers pinching the nipples.
Courtney moaned into Gwen's mouth.
"Finger me," she ordered.
Gwen obeyed – two fingers slipped inside Courtney alongside Ezekiel, moving, rubbing.
Courtney's body arched, her orgasm crashing through her – a scream, trembling, tears.
Ezekiel couldn't hold back – he buried himself deep and came inside her with a low groan.
Back in the living room, Heather had already pulled Lindsay's panties down.
The blonde knelt on the carpet, Heather behind her, fingers buried deep inside.
"Say it," Heather commanded.
"Please… don't stop…" Lindsay whimpered.
Heather sped up. Lindsay's body tensed, then shattered – orgasm rolling through her in waves.
"This feels so good… so good…" she kept repeating, while Heather kissed her neck.
Izzy stood alone by the pool. Naked, moonlight silver on her skin. Her fingers moved slowly between her legs, soft moans escaping her lips.
Then she called toward the house:
"Come oooon! Let's party! All of you! Right now!"
Courtney, Gwen, and Ezekiel emerged first – Gwen's face still flushed, Courtney's lips swollen.
Heather and Lindsay followed.
Izzy sat on the pool edge, legs dangling in the water.
"Finally," she laughed. "Thought you'd never come."
The six gathered around the pool.
Clothes dropped.
Naked bodies in the moonlight.
Izzy jumped in first, water splashing.
"Come on, Ezekiel!" she shouted.
Ezekiel stepped into the water slowly.
Izzy launched herself at him, legs wrapping around his waist, kissing him hungrily.
Ezekiel's hands gripped her ass, lifted her, pressed her against the pool wall.
He entered her slowly, deeply. Izzy moaned, nails raking his back.
"Yes… just like that… deeper…"
Heather sat on the pool edge, pulled Lindsay into her lap.
Her fingers found the girl again, moving slowly. Lindsay threw her head back, moaning.
Gwen and Courtney stood in the water, embracing.
Courtney's fingers twisted Gwen's nipples while Gwen's hand worked between Courtney's thighs.
Both women moaned, kissed deeply, tongues tangling.
Soon everyone drifted to the center of the pool.
Bodies pressed together.
Hands, mouths, tongues everywhere.
Izzy buried her face between Courtney's thighs, licking, sucking, until Courtney screamed through another orgasm.
Ezekiel took Gwen from behind, deep, powerful thrusts, while Gwen sucked Heather's breasts.
Lindsay rode Heather's fingers, Izzy biting her nipples.
Water churned around them, splashing, glittering in the moonlight.
One orgasm followed another.
Screams, moans, laughter.
Courtney gave orders in whispers: "Harder… don't stop… lick deeper…"
Heather obeyed, fingering Lindsay until the girl came a third time.
Izzy and Ezekiel finally locked together – she rode him wildly, he thrust deep, both coming at the same moment with cries.
By morning they lay beside the pool – naked, tangled in each other, arms and legs intertwined.
The sun rose, light dancing on the water.
No one spoke.
They just breathed.
They smiled.
The trauma… at least for one night… had been washed away.
**The End.** 🔥🥵