A third victim

"I'm... I'm not dressed, either," the voice came out.

"Did they take your clothes, too?" Mackenzie started figuring out where this was going.

"What do you mean 'too'? Is something up with this haunted house?"

"Looks like it," Lana sighed at this realization, "hopefully we can sue the pants off them before too many people come and take our settlement money!"

"I think we need more than their pants right now," the voice chuckled in clear tension, "are there any guys in there?"

"Nope," Mackenzie stated, though she wished there were. Maybe a good clean dick would help get her mind off Lana's body. "Just us girls!"

"Okay," the voice responded, "I'm coming in, don't look!"

"Nothing we haven't seen before!" Lana chuckled as she and Mackenzie looked away and clasped their boobs and pussy. They heard the doorknob turn, the door open, the doorknob turn a couple times while the door was still open, and the door close and the lock latch.

"Okay, you can look now."

Mackenzie and Lana looked up and saw their third musketeer, clutching her most intimate areas in a hand bikini just like they were.