John offers a new agreement

"Hey, Alice, tell you what," John says. His cock is still wedged halfway down her throat as he holds her in place, but his hips have stopped their relentless thrusting. His hand lets go of her hair, tracing one finger along the line of her jaw as he moves to grab her chin. He turns her head upward, cock still in her mouth to stare up at him with watery eyes. "I've got a new deal."

You notice that he's shifted his position, edging back as he cheats out toward you and the rowdy group of strangers. He knows he has an audience, and his other hand makes a sweeping, magnanimous gesture as he continues his proposal. "How about you just relax. Let my new friends here have a bit of fun for say... the next thirty minutes. Then after that, we call if even? I'll even owe you one. What do you say?"

Of course, Alice can't really say much of anything with his cock still rammed in his mouth, but you swear that for a moment you see her eyes narrow in consideration. But... no there's no way! You can't imagine that your cute and even kind of prudish best friend would agree to something like that... right?

As you stare at her, trying to figure out exactly what is running through Alice's head, she suddenly turns to look at you. It is utterly bizarre to hold eye contact with your friend while she has a cock in her mouth, but you can't deny that the image is pretty arousing--even if you'd prefer that it was your own member she was sucking. While she looks at you, the hesitation seems to return to her eyes, and you're about to say something when a lurid moan catches your attention.

You can make out several shapes moving together across the room, and with your mind so fixated on your best friend's plight, it takes you a moment to piece together what they are. The first you realize, is maid's costume--or at least it used to be. The black and white fabric was already drenched through with John's cum, and now appears to have been torn free of it's original wearer with little concern for the garment's safety. Strips of black and white flutter through the air as it drifts its way down to land on the filthy bathroom floor.

Then your eyes move back up to the source of the noise. You didn't want to believe it, but the scene before you is utterly undeniable. While Alice was still put together enough to put up at least a little resistance, Jen had no such clarity, and now wanton moans fly from her lips as she's impaled on the thick cock of one of the men.

He's facing away from you, and his broad back is blocking most of the view, but you can still see Jen's legs wrapped around his waist, her arms gripping to his shoulders, and the constant, powerful thrusts of his hips. There a a few chuckles and whistles from the group of men, and you see one of them--a scrawny, slightly younger looking one, turn his phone camera on the debacle, moving toward the action to get a better shot.

You want to help her, of course, but Alice is still in peril, right? Unless she does really plan to agree with John's horrid plan?