The lanky redheaded man's trial in the staff room...

Rodney couldn't believe his luck.

He had only been at the mall for five minutes before it was clear that he had a pick of almost any of the crowds of jaw-dropping women roaming about.

He had heard whispers about some weird infection going around but Rodney didn’t watch the news–it was all too depressing–and he had just bought 'insurance' - a preventative medicine that promised to be one hundred percent effective or guaranteed his money back.

No sooner had he paid for it, the smoking hot blonde check-out attendant serving him, and her two friends had asked him if he could help them try some new moisturizer the store was trialing!

They couldn't have been a day older than eighteen and each had the extraordinary good-looks of a Forever 21 supermodel. Their work uniforms weren't what he remembered the store having in the past either but with their tall high heels, short pleated schoolgirl skirts and tight white blouses with buttons straining at their bra-busting chests… Rodney wasn’t complaining.

Jesus, every time they giggled or leaned into him to hotly whisper their gratitude for his help, their grapefruit sized titties threatening to burst free in a burst of popping buttons. He sure as hell wasn't passing up a golden opportunity!

He had been worried about the virus at first but he caught at least one press conference weeks ago, the state governor assured everyone there wasn't anything to be concerned about, and he had his preventative in any case.

Rodney was a tall skinny lad and had always seemed a bit awkward around girls, so when these three gorgeous things asked him to rub their almost pornographic forms down with a new skin lotion, he sure as shit wasn’t passing up the chance.

He grinned confidently as they pushed him towards the staff room, excitedly pawing at him and talking happily about how they could reward him for helping them out. He even felt confident enough to pinch the redhead's ass, causing her to squeal eagerly; yes it was a certain thing alright, Rodney was finally going to get laid.

They pushed him into a shabby staff lounge and locked the door behind them.

“We don't want any interruptions,” The voluptuous redhead–Rodney thought her name tag had the name 'Claire' on it–said. The other two girls nodded solemnly. They all pushed Rodney onto a faded couch before suddenly dropping to their knees before him and clawing frantically at Rodney's Zipper.

'Wooooah!' Rodney cried out in surprise as they tore his overalls open and exposed him, "No rush ladies, there's plenty of Rodney to go round"

"Oh god but I need you to fuck me, Rodney!" Claire cried as she turned and flipped up her short pleated skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties and the lips between her slender thighs were shining wet, "I think I need your big stud cock in me right away…"

Big stud cock? Rodney’s ego swelled a little as the blood rushed from his brain to more southern locales. Fuck but her could even smell her sopping arousal and it set his nose to twitching.

Another one of the girls, as short brunette with tits like a Las Vegas stripper and a tight taut body, dragged his greasy clothing along with his boxes down to his ankles, exposing his dick which was already standing erect from all the heated anticipation.

The three girls stared ravenously at it only for a split second before tearing at their own overwrought clothing and tiny underwear. Claire leapt on him first, as the brunette and the curly blonde slut were still discarding their skimpy uniforms.

She actually dived on him like some Savannah stalking lioness on a wayward antelope and Rodney grunted as she knocked the wind out of his shallow chest. Her full blushing breasts filled his vision as she straddled his lap wrapping a hand around his cock. She threw back her scarlet mane of hair and wiggled her plush, bare hips as she guided him straight for her moist… almost foaming womanhood.