She tried to outsmart them

"What can I do for you boys?" Emily asked. The third guy started walking away.

"Well," one of them said, "we have these here passes," he held his up.

"What kind of pass?" Emily asked. "Can I see it?" She needed to get them to hand their passes over without them propositioning her.

He handed her his breeding pass. Emily took it and pretended to read it over.

"I see. And your pass is the same?" she asked the other man who was still there.

"Yep," he said in a thick southern accent.

"Can I see it?" she asked. He held it up in front of her. She reached for it, but he pulled it back.

"You can read the one in your hands just fine, can't you?"

Emily paused for a moment, trying to find a way to recover. "I just want to make sur-" the man cut her off.

"And I just want us to have sex, young miss," he stated, looking directly into her eyes, "right here, right now."

Her heart sank. "In front of your... friend here?" she motioned to the other man.

While Emily was thinking of a way out, the man snatched the pass from her hands, "Not in front of him," he said, handing it back to the other guy. "We're going to fuck you at the same time. I think it's called a spit roast."