Slap her.

Lindsay walked over to Samantha, her breasts, glazed with sweat and heaving. She raised her hand slapped her hard across the face. Samantha fell to the ground, shocked. Lindsay glanced around the room, mostly at all the men.

"You boys want me to stay or go?" she asked loudly. The men haphazardly nodded. Lindsay crouched down and glared into Samantha's eyes. "I'm going to have all the coke I fucking please. And you're getting fucked hard. Boys... hold her down." Several large men walk over and grab Sam's arms, pinning her to the floor.

Lindsay grabbed Sam's flimsy shirt and tore it down the middle, exposing her smallish breasts. Her nipples immediately hardened. Then unbuttoning them, Lindsay slipped Samantha's shorts off, and panties off in one motion. She smiled upon seeing Sam's tight trimmed pussy. Sam struggled and moaned.

"P....please... I just ask one thing," she said. Lindsay waited. "Whoever fucks me... use a condom.... please." Sam was breathing heavily.

Lindsay smirked, "Aw hon, we won't need to." She grabbed Samantha's legs and flipped them up, hurling them into the air. As Sam yelped, she pushed them up toward her face, until her feet were practically behind her head. Lindsay opened her mouth, letting a thick line of spit stretch down and sit on Samantha's asshole, then taking her thumb, she pushed it in.

Lindsay looked up to see she was surrounded by hard men. As much as she wanted Sam's asshole to herself, she thought maybe she should let them have it.