An awkward interruption.

Horrified, you can only stare in shock as the lewd, debased creature Megan has become nuzzles against you hungrily, while her two corrupted teen companions begin to press their feverishly hot, exposed bodies against you as they continue to restrain you.

Suddenly, the four of you are interrupted as a fourth teen steps out of the back room. He's got a messy tangle of curly light brown hair and gentle boyish features; he's not as well-built as Jake, and instead has the skinny, toned body of a surfer boy. Like the other teens, he's dressed in leather fetish gear that leaves little to the imagination; his legs are clad in black leather assless chaps, with only a black thong to contain his rather average-seeming package. Black leather bracers worn on his wrists and a black military-style peaked cap complete the sexually charged look.

The newcomer is grinning, although in a rather goofy way instead of the more horny, predatory look of the other teens. "Alright, I got the outfit on. So, how do you guys want to...."

"Whoa!" the lad calls out in surprise upon seeing you. "Who's this guy? Meg, Kristy, come on, you said there'd be no homo. Christ, this is already weird enough with Jake here."

Surprised somewhat by his reaction, you take a closer look at the newcomer. His eyes appear focused and clear-eyed, without any trace of the predatory lust engendered by the Lilith Strain.

"Oh, don't be such a downer, Warren," Megan pouts playfully as she turns to face the newcomer. "There's plenty of holes to go around," the depraved girl purrs as she rolls out her tongue while fingering her crotch with leather gloved hands for Warren's benefit while simultaneously leaning back to rub her pert teen ass against your own involuntary bulge.

"Hey, you, kid!" you call out to Warren, "do you have any idea what's going on here?"

"Pshhh, yeah!" Warren exclaims, more than a little excited. "Not one, but TWO girls I've had the major hots for, for like, forever call me over and when I show up, they're all slutted up and practically want to jump me. I dunno what's gotten in the water today, but damn does this look like it's gonna be great."

"Listen, dummy!" you yell out in frustration, "your friends have been infected by a virus. They're acting the way they are because it's eating away their minds. You're going to catch it too if you have any sexual contact with them."

"Huh, a virus? What, like the flu?" the teen asks in confusion. "Look, man, take a look at these girls. I mean, I've had the hots for them for so long. And look at them now! They're totally hot, totally ravenous, and totally ready, and even all geared out in sexy leather. This is, like, all my fantasies coming true! How am I supposed to pass this up?"

"Hey, moron!" you shout angrily, "there's no cure for this! And once you catch it, you'll fuck anything that moves! Girls, guys, it won't matter to you anymore. You might have a good time with your two friends here, but afterwards when you're done me and Jake are probably going to take you up the ass. And you're gonna want it. You want me and Jake to take you up the ass, huh?"

"Whoa, whoa, this is getting kind of weird," the teen boy says hesitantly, as if being approached by two female friends suddenly dressed like dominatrix sluts aggressively looking for sex right there in the mall in the middle of the day wasn't already weird.

Irked, Megan slaps you and fixes Warren with a commanding stare. "Don't listen to him, Warren. You know you've always wanted us. Just do what we want, and we'll all have sooooo much fun."

"Don't listen to her, Warren! She's not herself anymore. Help me out of this so we can get out of here! Unless you want to spend a few minutes with these two girls, then spend the rest of the day eating cocks. You want to spend the rest of the day eating cocks, kid?"

Startled by your warnings and threats, Warren hesitates.