11. She loves it and she shows it. (+1 forward to fuck her)

She doesn’t have to answer. Your hand is coated in her juices as you feel the walls of her pussy contract. You can’t believe she was that close to orgasm. Her body shudders as pleasure courses through her.

You look over at Nia who’s averted her eyes. You have an idea. You walk over to the girl and quickly yank the tank top from her mouth, replacing it with your fingers before she can say anything. You thrust a few times, forcing the girl to clean her friend’s juices off your hand. She looks up at you angrily but she does the job. When you’re done, your shove the undershirt back in before she can say anything.

“Well. We have one of you on theft, one of you on ****, and one of you on accessory. I think I’ll have to call the cops in on this one. A shame. Westwood girls are always so promising.”

Amy stands at this. She still looks defeated, shoulders slumped, but she turns to face you. “Please, I’ll give it back, don’t call the cops.”

“I’m afraid that doesn’t do anything for your friend over here,” you gesture to Nia, “and besides we don’t want something contaminated back.”

“Isn’t there anything we can do?”

“We, you’re volunteering your friends?”

Amy looks over at Lisa who nods. She nods, eager not to have the cops called. Nia shakes her head angrily, she has no interest in whatever Amy might be planning.

“Lisa and I… what do you want us to do?”

You sit back in your office chair. “You Westwood girls are smart, I’m sure you can think of something.”