“Be our third, you numbskull.”

“Oh, uh… c-can I make a p-phone call…?” Leonard asks, as he’s carried over a threshold, and a door clicks as it automatically locks behind him.

The two sigh, and Ann says “One text, we don’t have all night.”

“J-Just lemme wait till I get a response…!” he stammers, typing a frantic message to Erica.

[erica msprift has a gf nd thy wnt me 2 be a thrd]

[okay] [have fun]

Seeing that, Lenny gulped.

“Alright, we’re here, let’s get into it, what’s your story?” Cheryl asked as she started to remove her garments, starting with her hijab.

He wasn’t expecting that. “M-M-Me?” he stuttered.

Ann reached from behind him, unbuttoning his dress shirt faster than he thought was possible. “Cher-bear likes getting to know who it is she’s about to know, if you catch my drift.” she said, before slipping off his blue stripes to reveal the white tee underneath.

“Hopes, dreams, if they’re interesting then I’ll have a nice side dish.” the theater-woman explained, as she undid his belt before picking him up by his lower half and depositing his person on the unreasonably soft surface of the suite’s bed. “Goodness, you barely weigh a thing. For your sake, I hope that’s not indicative of other factors.” she remarked, before pulling his pants off from under him.

Predictably, he wasn’t really hard yet. Unpredictably, he wasn’t exactly small either.

“What the…? I thought I was a grower…?” Lenny thought, as he had a clear bulge visible within the confines of his boxer briefs. The two women whistled.

“You did not disappoint, Ann.”

“Glad to hear it, can we fuck now?”

Cheryl tutted “No no no, how can I understand this man beyond his obvious utility as a flesh dildo if my focus is divided by making you cum?” as she peeled off her turtleneck to reveal a modest chest in a simple sports bra. “If you need to do something, could you do me a favor…” she continued as her jeans and panties fell off her form, before she stepped out of them and onto the bed while spreading her legs. “… and be good foreplay?”

Lenny’s boss practically rocketed onto the bed, diving headfirst as her dress’ straps undid themselves. Not from any attempt at stripping, just from how intense her motion had proven. The fabric was either incredibly flimsy or Ms. Prift was empowered by pure lust, because by the time she was midair her whole front was now as uncovered as her back.

“She wasn’t wearing a bra…?” he wondered, as the tasteful skirt flipped up to reveal a bare bottom. “No panties either…!?”

Cheryl’s final covering was removed, revealing her bare breasts as she moaned “Thank you, that’s a good Annie.” while patting the titular woman’s head as she licked away. “Now, tell me about your parents.”