5 Minutes Par time and the Hockey Amazons

Mike watched Jasmine emerge from the pink cocoon, another latex drone, right about the five minute mark and she went right to work eating out the witch’s pussy. Saladin was still in the middle of the gay spit roast between the two unknown male drones. May interrupted the three guys and signaled that it was time for them to go.

“May is taking them up stairs,” Mike said, “Who do you think is next?”

“How should I know?” Steve said.

Mike turned back and saw what Steve was doing, he was trying drag furniture towards the door.

“What are you trying to do?” Mike asked.

“Well until we have a way out that doesn’t involve a seat in that chair,” Steve said, “I want to keep them out.”

Mike went to help Steve while keeping their ears open for the sound of doors. When they heard a set of doors open, Mike went over to look who was grabbed. May had her hand on the shoulder of the Amazon hockey player from the girl’s floor while the three rubber guys, with their masks on Mike couldn’t tell who was Saladin, dragged the hockey player’s roommate. Mike couldn’t think of their names, he knew the amazon since she was six foot two and one of two girls on the schools now co-ed hockey team and the little blonde was the other.

“They got the girls off the hockey team,” Mike said.

“Aren’t they goons?” Steve asked.

“Yeah,” Mike sighed thinking of the fights they got into, “They are fifteen and oh on the ice.”

Steven thought of the highlight reels of the fights on the ice that was playing in the cafeteria while some “Girl Power” balled plaid in the background.

“Shit,” Steve said, “They are making a goon squad so no one can fight them.”

Mike watched as the amazon was strapped into the chair and the witch got Jasmine off of her and started her spell on the amazon.

Both Mike and Steve looked at each other and then at their watches and went back barricading the door.