“Coming!” I yelled back, jogging down the stairs in twos, trying to follow the noises.  I found Ashley and Kyla in a room toward the back of the house that had a few dozen little televisions that surrounded a larger one in the middle.  The girls sat in executive type chairs and played with a keyboard in front of them.  It took me a moment to figure out what was going on, but as I took a closer look at the larger television, I realized that they were reviewing the tapes from last night.

“Spencer, the queen of Pussy-lonia!  Come join us,” Kyla said patting a chair that was between the two of them.  Ashley snickered but motioned me over; pointing to the coffee was in front of the chair, waiting for me.

I was confused.  “Huh?  The queen of where?” I asked as I sat down and scanned the many televisions.

Kyla made a few strokes on the keys in front of her and the image on the largest screen changed.  At first it showed the entire party, so I didn’t notice anything unusual.  But Kyla moved a mouse around and when she found what she was looking for, she zoomed in slowly.  I came into view – with my entire bathing suit still on – and eventually I took up the entire screen.  I was saying something that no one could hear until Kyla amplified my voice and then, clear as day…

I am Pussalia, queen of Pussy-lonia and you are all my minions.  There was a cheer from the partygoers.  I promise to always provide labia minoras AND majoras to all those that show allegiance to me!  Another cheer; some people put their glasses up to toast.  Then Ashley comes from nowhere and jumps on a chair behind me: All hail Pussalia!  The speakers in the surveillance room thundered with the sound of the many people at the party chanting, PUSSALIA!  PUSSALIA!  WE ARE NOT WORTHY!

I couldn’t take my eyes from the screen as I watched.  I knew my face had to be a lovely shade of red by now and could feel Ashley and Kyla’s eyes burning holes in my head from either side.  I looked out the corner of my eyes and could see Ashley shaking with laugher.