Sasha, the door girl

Both girls jump in surprise at the voice, Mary coming down on your face a little too heavily for your liking.

A moment later, muffled by the thick thighs bracketing your head, you hear Mary let out a sigh of relief. "Oh, it's just you Sasha."

Sarah chimes in as well. "I thought we were goners for a second there..."

Sasha doesn't sound particularly friendly as she answers. "And why exactly should I keep quiet about this, newbies? You're on cleaning duty but you're hogging the new challenger all to yourself."

"C-come on Sasha, we don't get to sample all the new guys as they come in like you do."

Sarah sounds a little **** at this point, and it doesn't take a genius to figure out you've been duped into wasting time fucking the cleaning staff instead of moving towards your objective.

"Y-yea Sasha, you don't know how dull it is cleaning all day, every day." Mary squirms nervously as she talks, mashing her pussy onto your face repeatedly.

Sasha is silent for a while, as if thinking. "...Fine, but on two conditions. And I'll need to talk to the challenger, so get off his face for a sec."

Mary reluctantly climbs off your face, leaving you looking up at Sasha.

"This all depends on you. If you're going to blab about all this, then there's nothing I can do about it. All three of you are going to be in for some punishment."

She smirks at your confused look over your inclusion in the punished group.

"Last time Rose caught a man in the employee only area, she gave him a bit of a 'hard' time, if you catch my drift. ...So can I assume you'll keep your mouth shut?"

You nod quickly, prompting Sasha to go on.

"That's one condition, the other is..." Sasha's eyes fix onto where Sarah is still riding your cock. "I want a rematch!"