The group of mean girls

I was surprised to find myself face to face with the group of college co-ed looking girls that had been watching me a few minutes earlier. I had to admit, they were all pretty hot and had that slutty innocent look going on.

"Well hi there, pretty pretty princes," said the shorter of the group, a light skinned black girl in a leather mini skirt.

"He's kinda cute, Mel," said a tall blonde with a large chest.

"Kinda makes me wanna play dress up," Mel, the black girl said.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Oh, I know him!" the third girl chimed in. She was a nerdy-looking raven haired girl with very pale skin and glasses.

"For real?" Mel asked.

"Yeah, I inturned in his office last summer," the pale girl said. "He was always very nice. He didn't perv on me like most of the guys."

"Maybe we know why now," the blonde said.

"No, he's married...to a woman," the dark haired girl said. She did seem vaguely familiar. I thought he name was Ivy. "His name is John. I worked for his boss."

"Well clearly he swings both ways," Mel said. "If this guy doesn't suck cocks, neither does Kizzie."

"Fuck you, bitch," the big boobed blonde girl snapped.

"Remember Dougie, bitch?" Mel asked and Kizzie looked down at the floor. "In the closet at Ivy's birthday party during spin the bottle? Everybody at the party saw that. I could also have said sucks cock and swallows, if you remember that big burly farm boy from our field trip to the farm."

"Okay, fine, back to sweet John here, please," Kizzie said.

"That's right, bitch," Mel said. She pulled out her phone and quickly snapped a picture of me. "Do you want to play a fun game, John?"

"Not really, I need to get home to my wife," I said.

"Your wife?" Mel asked. "You mean you didn't bring her to girls night out?"

My face flushed.

"There's only one reason a guy like you would be dressed like that, John, and it's not got anything to do with your wife," she continued. "We are open minded girls, so its okay if you like getting throat fucked and bred by other dudes. The only problem, John, is that we are looking to have a little fun and we need your help. You see, Ivy here used to work with your company and, knowing Ivy, she still has the email address for everyone in your office."

"I do," Ivy said.

"I know you want to hurry home and mouth wash the cum outta your throat before you watch NCIS or some shit with your wifey, but before that we're gonna need you to play along. Unless, of course, you want your photo going out on the company email."

"What do you want?"