"Oh, my God!" said a voice from the top of the stairs. Eliza jerked back just in time to have a large splash of cum hit her in the face. Another shot landed on her forehead and in her hair. She fell back on her heels and looked towards the stairs. Standing there was what appeared to be about half of the house's residents, mouths agape.
Fortunately, none of them appeared to have had the presence of mind to capture the scene on tape or film. They were absolutely stunned -- it would have been quite enough of an item for conversation had it been anyone taking Foxhound's cum in the face but this was Eliza Dushku.
An awkward silence descended. Foxhound knew that this moment would cement his reputation as the greatest Foxhound of all time but even he was speechless. Fortunately, Philip and Ryan came up behind the boys. "Harv," Ryan said, "Eliza, here will be getting your room. I hope you don't mind."
"Where will I sleep?" Harvey asked, finally able to summon words to his lips.
"Joel will have to share his room with you for the time being, until Eliza has finished preparing for her new role," Ryan continued.
Something is very wrong here, Eliza found herself thinking. Normally unflappable, she felt a deep, rising sense of humiliation, accompanied by an almost-electric tingling in her ears.
"I'm just going to get cleaned-up," she said weakly and stepped into the washroom. As she wiped the goopy, white fluid off her face, she noticed again the strange, ornate earrings she was wearing and marveled at how she hadn't felt the slightest desire for a cigarette all day. Still, they seemed to be causing a bit of an uncomfortable tingling, kind of a 'pins and needles' effect -- they're probably cutting back my circulation a little, she thought. She reached up to remove them.
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