Ask what the catch is

"What's the catch?"

Saoirse grins her malevolent grill, bopping your nose with her finger.

"Good boy! You're awfully clever, aren't you?"

"What do you want in return, Saoirse?"

"Well, it doesn't need to be anything too bad. If you're really in a rush, you can just promise to do a few chores for us. Do our laundry occasionally, clean our room, get us beer and weed sometimes... that sort of thing."

"I..."

Saoirse cuts you off, holding a finger against your lips.

"But, we are going to need some... insurance, to make sure you won't go back on your promise. Maybe a few uncompromising pictures that would ruin your reputation if it gets out. How does that sound?"

"Not ideal," you say.

"Well, I was having a lot of fun with Manjola," Kerri grins, flicking the end of her knob. "If Jack wants to let me give him a rough fucking, I'll give him my panties."

"I'd love to see him humiliate himself," Grace says in her soft tone.

"Aw, that would be so funny!" Ashley laughs, pulling her fingers from her pink shorts to reveal they're shining with pussy juice.

"Well, what do you say, Jack?"