Kiona on her knees.

In one motion, and before any of the three fan boys could react, Kiona was on her knees. Years and years of hard squats had made the motion very natural for her. She smiled, looking up at them expectantly, and they looked back at her with fear and lust in their eyes.

"Well?" she said. "Come on, pull them out."

None of the three guys looked at each other to confirm that they really wanted to do this before they started to undo their belts and pull down their pants. They were left in only their boxers soon enough, and it was clear that Kiona's display had made them painfully hard. It was exactly what she had been hoping to see. She reached out and laid one hand each on the shafts of the boy's of the left and the right, all while staring into the eyes of the 'ringleader' in the middle.

She grabbed their boxers by the elastic waistbands and dropped them herself. The boys on the left and the right actually gasped from the feeling of their dicks being released and exposed to the cool air of the locker room. Kiona's hands were on them in a second, pumping away at their shafts. She never broke eye contact with the one in the middle, not even to look at the boys whose cocks she was rubbing. "Do you like what you see?" she asked.

"Yes," he grunted through gritted teeth, clearly wishing that he could take part in the action himself.

"Then get it out." Kiona knew her game well. Even in all this excitement, she hadn't dropped her faux-Egyptian accent. She watched as the leader of the three boys reached inside his boxers and hauled out his dick. Much like the rest of him, it was a little bigger than the other two boys', and he let it rest in his hand before Kiona's eyes. She drank in the sight of it, examining the long, thick veins on it, her eyes searching it as if with a fine-toothed comb.

She looked up at the boy and spoke.