Maybe not

You're not sure how much you should read into Sarah's odd warnings, but for whatever reason your desire to take a shower has soured somewhat. Perhaps you should just follow Sarah's example and take a shower at home.

You let out a soft sigh and reach over to your pile of clothes, grabbing your panties and bra. You stare at your reflection in the mirror as you start putting them on. You certainly look like a hot mess. Willy's cum is still crusting your hair and some of the make-up and eyeliner that Honey has applied has smeared out around your eyes. Yet despite it all you somehow still manage to look sexy... if slightly used. Which seems to be a rather accurate representation of how you feel right now.

You can feel Hogan's seed dripping down into your panties as you finish pulling them up against your crotch. You're actually surprised that you're not more sore, although the earlier humping you received has has certainly left a lingering heat between your legs. You decide it's an itch you'll just have to scratch once you get back home.

You continue getting dressed, and you're just about to put on your shoes when you hear the door to the dressing room open. Honey steps inside, flashing you a pleasant smile. "Hey Marcy! Tell me, how'd it go?", she asks with a hint of enthusiasm in her eyes as she holds the door ajar.

You turn towards her. "Pretty well", you answer, brushing your fingers through your stained hair and returning a smile of your own. "They want me to do another take tomorrow".

Honey seems surprised for a moment, but then nods. "Great, I knew you'd have fun.", she responds with a quick wink. "Hogan is quite the looker, isn't he? Did he treat you well?".

"Adequate", you respond with a slight blush, rolling your eyes upwards to avoid looking at Honey directly. He was more than that, but there was no need to betray any enthusiasm just yet. There was a matter to attend to first: "Y-you mentioned we'd get my pay sorted?", you quickly change the subject.

Honey smiles sweetly, seemingly taking note of your flustered behavior. "Yes. I stopped by to show you our tech support room. We'll get you an account sorted, and you can fill in all your payment details".

You quickly finish putting on your shoes and follow Honey down the hallway as she leads you to the tech support room. It's the last room on the right; separated by a heavy metal door with a keycard reader next to it. A small reinforced window in the door itself offers a glance inside, but a short woman like Honey has to get on her toes in order to peek in. She lets out a noise of disapproval as she does, before stepping towards you once more. "Maybe we should come back tomorrow. It's just Kyle in there, and you might not want to deal with him".

"Why is that?", you ask, stepping closer to peek through the small window yourself. You spot a young man sitting behind one of several computers, casually leaning his feet on the chair next to him as he seems to be playing a videogame. You quickly recognize him as the guy that filmed your earlier antics with the fucking machine, and you can't help but clench your teeth. You remember all too well how he was keen on showing off that recording to the whole studio moments later, without so much as asking for your consent.

"Kyle is Hoskins' grandson", Honey explains, lowering her glasses to give them a clean with the hem of her shirt. "He turned eighteen last year, and Hoskins took him along to take care of the tech side of business. It's just... he's been a terror ever since. Hitting on all the new girls and generally acting like a nuisance". She shrugs her shoulders slightly, shaking her head. "You'd have better luck with Jake or Rowan, our other tech specialists. But it looks like they already went home for today".

You chew your lower lip in thought for a moment, not very pleased. Trying again tomorrow means you'll have to wait ANOTHER day to get your payment sorted. You have to wonder how bad dealing with Kyle could possibly be?

"It's your choice...", Honey says as she notices you weighing your options.