He is going to teach them a lesson.

"I am Michael." He answers. "And I want your names, ladies. Starting with you." He points to the blonde on the floor.

"I'm Shannon." Her face records shock.

"I am Elsa." The redhead responds. "Please, Michael, we're sorry. We get carried away. Please, don't tell the director. Please ..."

She looks with pleading eyes full of tears, her chin wobbles as she fights for control.

"What I saw looked a lot like a hazing," Mike replies, smiling. "What do you say about letting Shannon join your club?

"No! It wasn't a hazing!" Elsa cries. "It was just ... just ... We were getting to know each other. That's all."

"This is very inappropriate behavior, Elsa. Especially in a public place." He says as severely as he can, trying to hide the laughter.

"Please ... Michael ... My God ... Please don't say it ... my parents would kill me ..." She pleads moaning tearfully.

"I'm sorry, but I can't let this happen." Mike begins to say, but before he can continue, Elsa interrupts.

"Please ..." she begs, her face a crumpled disaster of despair. "I will ... We will ... do anything ..." She approaches Michael, sinking to her knees, dragging Shannon with her.

Both look shyly up.

"Now if we are understanding bitch" Mike releases his cock, grabs Elsa's red hair and begins to scrub his cock in her face.