She has to finish too.

It was only a few seconds later before Jen came as well. “OH FUCKkkkk!!” She couldn’t help indulging herself, bouncing all the way up and down the dildo as she climaxed. This set out another round of screaming pleasure for the girls, although once Jen’s orgasm finally subsided they felt their bodies move independently again. The mirror match was over.

Angela was the first to pull herself off the dildo with a dramatic final moan as it exited her. Pastel clapped as Mary and Jen shortly followed suit. “Bravo, girls! Congratulations! Ready for your prizes?”

Angela shakily got up from her knees in front of the sex toy she had just been compelled to ride, pulling the red thong back on. “Go ahead then. Let’s get this over with.”

Pastel responded as Jen and Mary followed suit, getting back into their green and blue thongs, respectively. “Fuck you all are so fun to watch. You guys are going to be such good girls for me, I can already tell! Jen, since you were the last to cum, you get your prize first.”

Jen looked up from the kneeling position she had been recovering in, her face still flushed as she looked towards the camera.

“Congrats on winning, girl! You are definitely my favorite so far. Here’s your prize: the most permissive dress code! You basically just have Angie’s old one but with one small adjustment. Most of your tits need to be out at all times—show off that cleavage, hot stuff—and you either need to be showing off your ass too or not wearing panties. But you get the option of wearing panties for a few things now, unlike your bimbo friend.”

*Click.*

Pastel’s voice happily chirped out her commands as they soaked into Jen’s brain. “Alright then, that’s a decent start. Thanks then, Pastel.” Jen said with a slight smirk. She was happy to have won and to have recovered a good bit of autonomy over her dress code again. She was pretty sure she had clothes with her she could make work, unlike her friends who might be on a **** shopping trip pretty soon.

“Now, for second place, my cute bimbo Angie… Oh, Jen, now that you know your reward, make yourself useful and keep the show going for me. Michigan, spread your legs, hold that thong to the side and let absolutely every little moan come screaming out while Jennifer does her very best job eating out that tight pussy. You both can stop after Michigan cums hard enough to start drooling.”

*Click.*

Jen mouthed “sorry” to Mary as she crawled over, getting to work as soon as Mary moved the soaked thong to the side. Mary couldn’t help letting every little whimper out just like Pastel said to. Angela just looked on in amazement, hoping she wouldn’t be pulled into the display herself once her prize was revealed.

“So, Angie, you’re pretty much on the same page, coming in second. I’m upping your coverage on your 3% just a bit so you can get away with a micro bikini. I think it’d look good on you in the hot tub and 3% just isn’t enough to make that work for you. Unfortunately, that’s about it. Everything else is exactly the same for you. You’re still stuck with the vibrator, bimbo. Got it?”

*Click.*

Angela nodded. Mary screamed out behind her as Jen started licking her clit even faster.

“Now, to prove I’m not totally heartless, I got pizza for all you girls for dinner! The driver should only be a few minutes away by now. Angie, to keep your friends safe from interference, go out there and let the guy blow a load on your nice big titties! Use your mouth if he asks nicely, but make sure to let it pour out onto your tits so I can see how well you did.”

*Click.*

Ange groaned. She always let Rod handle deliveries back home to avoid these kinds of situations. She walked out on tired, unsteady legs just in time to see the car pull up in the driveway. After a few moments of small talk, she found herself squatting in the driveway, bobbing her head up and down the driver’s average-sized cock while he snapped a few pictures to remember the trip.

Back inside, Mary finally came, falling forwards onto the ground with a heavy thud as soon as Jen was out of the way. It had been a long time since she’d cum this much in such a short time. If she was into women, Mary thought this might be a very enjoyable experience.

“Aw, Michigan, you’re having a tough time of it. Try to enjoy this, darling, you and the girls are going to keep this show up for me the rest of this week. Now, you’ve drawn the short straw, girl. You came first. So, here’s what you’re going to do. Tonight, after you all eat, you’re going to head down to the nearest convenience store to pick up a bunch snacks and come back. Along the way, you will blow, tittyfuck, and generally entertain anybody who asks. You don’t have to fuck anyone though, so don’t worry about losing status. Well, you don’t have to fuck anybody smaller than you anyway. I still don’t know if I could stop you from fucking somebody higher up, especially from a state away…”

Mary’s mind was racing. She absolutely did not want to do this. But she had to. The click was creeping up on her. Angela re-entered the cabin holding the girls’ pizza, a thick glaze shining across her chest. Pastel happily chuckled, letting a little moan finally escape for the girls to hear. She had been enjoying herself the whole time, but either was exceptionally good at staying quiet or very strategically muting herself throughout the call. Either way, the girls in the cabin finally got to hear the results of all their lewd actions in that little sound through Jen’s speakers.

“So, that’s about it girls. Take care! And Michigan, you have to take pictures while you’re out. If anybody uses you, tell them they have to text you photos of it and pass them on to me. Byeee!”

*Click.*