Go check on Polly at the front door

Polly has her hands on her hips, physically barring the woman in the track suit from leaving by blocking the whole doorway. Her ugly blazer is stretched so tight across her chest now that you can almost see the shape of something underneath. Meanwhile, the track suit woman is pure curves from head to toe.

You walk up to the group of women trying to leave, and the track suit lady says, "it's your fault this uppity ho won't let us out, you pervert!"

"Uhhu," you agree and stroke your dick a little.

"It's not anybody's fault," says Polly, still managing a pleasant smile through all of the angry whining of the customers. "It's just our policy that if an incident occurs, we go into lockdown mode until it's resolved!"

"Well the 'incident' is over, ma'am, so can you cancel lockdown mode?"

"The incident may or may not be over," Polly says, her lip turning slightly up as she blinks and glances your way. Your dick is almost back. "But it's not for us to decide. It won't be resolved until the Investigation is complete!"

"What you mean 'The Investigation'? I can tell you who did it!" She glares daggers at Mila and you, and says, "it was those dirty fuckers right there and now they done!"

"Heresay!" says Polly, almost losing her straight face, and then she straightens up and says, "the Investigation will begin at once. We'll be keeping you all here until you can be interviewed as witnesses."

"Bitch I just told you I witnessed a blowjob and I ain't tryna witness another one!"

"Even if the testimony you supplied just now could be used as valid evidence we'd still need to keep you here until confirming for certain that no more blow jobs are happening. No, we'll start the investigation immediately, and you'll remain here, all of you, until it's over!" Polly is now enjoying her authority enough to keep a straight face about it." The various VIP Lounge clients take a few steps back from the pretty blonde in the awful suit.

Then everyone's gazes turn from Polly's faux-stern face to the 'Employees Only' door at the back of the Lounge. Even the bartender, generally above and away from it all at her bar, turns to see, as the VIP Lounge Manager walks out, a tablet in hand, and a shapeless grey suit on. She's a coke-bottle brunette, with soft, wavy, layered hair glamorously bouncing as she walks across the room. The suit she has on covers her almost as unflatteringly as the oversized smocks her subordinates wear, but her tits are so huge, you can see their shape anyway. Her nametag is above her tits, and everyone else in the room besides you reads it, while you keep looking at her thick, lipsticked lips.

Risa's faces turns to a nasty looking scowl and she spits, "Polly! How did this happen? You know the only thing I hate more than an Incident is an Incident Investigation."

From the look of her, she was the first employee to take the VIP Lounge at face value. Polly, to her credit, was on the verge of laughter anyway, right in front of her boss.

"Fine. Who should we Interview first?"