Bathroom - Jessica

All the women in the BJU are hot. And, in an obvious divergence from the way it works in the real world, most of the customers in this BJU Hooters are women. Still, with no info about Jessica, or even about what she's doing in the bathroom, you're sort of taking a risk. Could be gross.

Then, as you push open the door, which has no lock, because why would it, or any door in the BJU for that matter. You step in, and as you see the lesbian pussy fest before you, you remember that you too are gross.

Jessica, another Hooters employee, a fake-tittied brunette with a trim, tall, almost muscular body, and thick layered hair falling in bouncy, curled waves all over her pretty round face and tanned shoulders, is kneeling, on the toilet seat lid, her face buried in the crotch of another woman sitting on the top of the toilet tank, her legs spread wide. Looking up at the recipient of the first oral sex you've seen in a while that doesn't involve a dick, you see it's finally your original Hooters crush, Vanessa, who is apparently off-the-clock, wearing a mini-skirt, for easy access, and a tank top with no bra to hold back her incredible D cup rack.

"Oh, shit," says Vanessa. "It's David."

Jessica jumps to her feet, her big dodge-ball tits bouncing a few times as she faces you. "You need the bathroom? We can make out in the kitchen, sir, if you do."

You grab her tit and honk it like a horn. "Nah, if I need the bathroom, I'll use your mouth, slut. Until then, though, I need you both for just the usual, a sloppy blowjob." You pull her off the toilet, and make her kneel on the floor, and the pretty, silicone lesbian Jessica, like all the other Hooters staff, she almost inexplicably smiles up at you. "Oh, gotcha, sir. I shoulda known, but I just don't think about that, you know, about blowjobs or .... dick, sometimes," she tilts her head in an airhead gesture, "you know, cuz I'm a lesbian!" Then she swallows your cock like any proper slut would, glck-glck-glck-ing like as if she did it every morning with her squats or her clay wheel shit or whatever fit lesbo bitches do instead of jerkin it til lunch time.

Vanessa climbs down from her perch on the back of the toilet, and, also inexplicably, frowns at you. "Come on, dude. We're lesbians. I'm not even on the clock. You really wanna barge in here, while she's on her fifteen, and steal my lover right off my coochie? Really?"

Your dick ramming in and out of Jessica's expert lesbian throat, you look up at Vanessa, the one chick in the place you can even remember the name of, and think, 'of course, the one bitch I like most is a stupid lesbian cunt.' You want to be mad at the BJU, but you can't. Literally everything here is custom-made just for you, right, even a resisting lesbian. You look up at Vanessa, grasping Jessica's head, and thrust hard, ready to unload in the pretty waitress, and ready for more after that.