She can certainly try, but...

The three guys sat squarely between Miss Calano and the exit from the lounge, and the look in their eyes announced that showtime was over. She knew that if she was going to make it out of here without getting her holes stuffed, she was going to have to do it fast.

"Well it's been nice chatting boys, but I've got some very important BUSINESSTOATTENDTO!" Miss Calano broke into as much of a dash as her skirt and high heels would allow, which wasn't much of a dash at all. Still, she managed to scuttle past the couch, dart across the lounge, reach for the door handle, and-

*THUD*

"Where do ya think you're going, ma'am?" the blond chuckled as he pinned Eileen to the ground on her stomach, the door mocking her by sitting just out of reach. She tried to push herself back up, but it was a hopeless endeavor as the young man on top of her was far stronger.

"I have a job to do, boys, so if you'd please entertain yourselves with one of the many other girls in the resort- *kya!*" Miss Calano was caught by surprise as her panties were pulled down to her ankles, followed immediately by the sound of zippers being undone. The other two boys walked into her field of vision with their cocks at full mast, and seeing their size gave Miss Calano a bit more sympathy for the **** girls she saw earlier. The shrewd businesswoman decided that now might be the time to focus on bargaining rather than escaping.

"Okay, okay. Have it your way boys. Since you're all so worked up, I'll jerk you all off before I go." Her statement was completely ignored as the boy on top of her pulled up her skirt to reveal her shapely ass.

"Yo, Lance! Brock! Check this out, dudes!" the young man on top of her exclaimed. "She's already wet! Looks like she was enjoying her little show just as much as us."

"Nice, Chad!" Lance, the red-haired young man, cheered with a fistbump to his blond friend.

The other two guys circled around to scrutinize Eileen's pussy. They all laughed at her body's reaction, causing her nerve to all but completely evaporate.

Her worry showed on her face as she asked again, "H-Hey boys? Hello? Handjobs?"

"Huh? No, fuck that. We finally get a shot at Miss Unfuckable, so obviously we're gonna fuck you!" Lance chuckled.

Miss Calano was propped up onto her hands and knees as Chad took his position behind her, Brock below her, and Lance at her mouth. The dark-haired young man below her tugged hard on her shirt, popping every button that wasn't already undone and sending Miss Calano into a full blown panic.

"C-Can't we talk about this? I'm sorry about the teasing before. I can refund your payment for this visit. Even get you annual passes! Come on, tell me what you want and-"

Fed up with her rambling, all three boys shoved their cocks into her simultaneously. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered, nearly climaxing from the insertion alone.

"What we want is you, Eileen," Chad chuckled as he sank his cock balls deep into her asshole.

The guys in front of and behind her exchanged fistbump while Brock below her occupied his hands with her plush breasts, and they all began fucking her in earnest. Miss Calano's moans could be plainly heard even around the shaft being driven down her throat, and her needy cunt was already betraying her by becoming sopping wet as she was claimed by the horny young men.

"Wow, this bitch is already leaking like a faucet, can you guys believe..." Brock exclaimed when her pussy gushed hot juices from his pistoning cock. "Whoa!"

It barely took a minute of having all three of her holes pounded to **** Miss Calano into a quivering orgasm. She begged her body to stop giving them the satisfaction of seeing her cum, but she was unable to suppress her reaction as the boys refused to let up for a second, and soon she was shamefully crying out around the cock lodged in her mouth.

"Wow, Eileen, cumming already? I'd get laughed out of the bedroom for cumming that fast. What's your excuse?" taunted Chad, giving her a swat on the ass.

"Dude, I guess we're just that good," added Brock, "or maybe that air of superiority was all just an act and she's really a cock hungry whore."

Lance, holding her head as he continued to fuck her throat, chimed in, "Can't blame her, dudes. The prude probably hasn't gotten laid in months." He briefly withdrew his cock from her mouth and asked, "Isn't that right, Miss Calano?"

Nothing but the wanton moans of the helpless manager filled the lounge as she was too busy getting stuffed with dick to tell him he was right.

"Sounds like a yes to me," the redhead said before jamming himself down her throat once again.

The boys continued thrusting into Eileen like a well-oiled machine, their rhythms all different to ensure she had at least one shaft in her at any given moment. Her body had given in to lust the instant she started getting railed, and her mind was just barely managing to stay afloat in the ocean of humiliating pleasure. And when the guys doubled their speed as if they had been going easy on her up until that point, it sank.

"*MMPH MMPH MMPH*" Eileen's muffled wails of pleasure only spurred the boys on further, and before long it was too much for the humbled businesswoman to take. She spasmed again on the boys' cocks, a powerful orgasm ripping through her as the boys showed no signs of slowing.

"Dudes! Another one already?" Chad chuckled. "Seriously?"

The three guys exchanged another round of banter about how easy it was to make Miss Calano cum before kicking things into overdrive, preparing to finish as well.

The young men ravaged her to the limits of their stamina, and far beyond the limits of her own, before pulling out and coating her face, hair, ass, and crotch with molten warm cum, the heat and shame enough to topple her into her third climax of the encounter. Eileen's orgasm completely overloaded her brain, keeping her from processing anything other than the haze of lust that the boys had thoroughly plowed into her. She also couldn't process the conversation that the young men were having, but she noticed the one who fucked her face walk over to a table and set something down. He walked back over to her and all three boys held out peace signs. Uncomprehending of the situation but not wanting to seem rude, Miss Calano faced the same direction and held her hand up to attempt a peace sign as well. Her fingers, though, drooped along with her eyelids, her body feeling heavy after being run ragged by the young studs.

Feeling a bit like an old lady in need of her afternoon nap, Miss Calano lazily began to stand up and head back to her office, but Chad her by the wrist.

"Still green, dudes," he grinned.

She was flipped over, now facing upward as Brook reached up to maul her tits from below. After a few seconds, her sex-addled brain realized that this meant they weren't done with her. She looked up at the boy near her head, past his still-rigid shaft, to make one final plea.

"But I have to work…" she whined.

"You are working," Brock replied simply. "As long as those jewels are green, taking dick is your job."

On cue, all three dicks pierced her straight to the hilt, eliciting a high-pitched cry from the shuddering, formerly untouchable woman.

"Dude, I wouldn't have believed Miss Calano could be fucked by the guests if I hadn't just fucked the shit out of her myself!" Lance chuckled to fistbumps from his buddies while they were dressing themselves and collecting their belongings.

"Yeah, nobody'd believe that normally. Good thing we got pictures, dude!" Brock laughed.

As they finished getting dressed, Chad tossed some buttons to the other two. "Hey, dudes, look! Souvenirs from Calano's shirt!"

The boys all laughed as they departed the lounge.

Miss Calano, on the other hand, had been added to the pile in the corner, reduced to the same disgraceful state as her three employees: ****, dishevelled, and covered in cum.