They're showing the crew a good time.

The two tech guys are having a lovely stay at the Slut Squad Hotel, which is what we're calling the broadcast van where Sophia, Isabella, and Sarah are spreading the love. Both guys are sitting in the van's doorway, Isabella sitting between them and guiding their hands. Her enormous tits are enough of a handful for two people, but she's also making sure they pay attention to her pussy. She's enjoying the chance to be selfish about where she gets touched and fingered, but her natural bitchmode is shining through still.

"No, not there. There! Now wiggle your fingers more, that's it. Hey, who said you could sucking my tits? Get on there, mister!" You're usually not the sort for that, but Isabella makes a good mean top. Of course, it helps when both guys are getting their dicks spitwashed by your other two accomplices, Sophia and Sarah. The girls are having a little contest to help Sophia find her confidence. Sarah is showing her how to really go down on a dick and hook a man, and to make sure the guys hold off as long as they can, whoever doesn't cum gets to fuck Isabella. Well, fuck her first, at least.

While you and Emma introduce Jane to the magic of ass-eating (giving and receiving), the guys put the Slut Squad through their paces. Sophia's man can sense how timid she is, and softly reassures her about how good she's doing, which helps her relax. He brushes his hands through her hair while she bobs further down his length, enjoying herself for acting so confident and capable almost as much as he is. She's finding there's a satisfaction to being a good bottom, a way to really know yourself and be true to your deepest instincts. Sophia picks up speed, and soon her man is gripping the side of the van to stay upright.

Meanwhile, Sarah is enjoying her return to freedom of fucking that she's missed thanks to marriage. With every new dick she tastes, Sarah is learning more about herself and what she really wants. She does desperately love Mason, that's still true. She's never known anyone who takes such good care of her, who she loves to spend quality time with, to share her feelings with. But she's not a one-man woman. Never was. She realizes now that just because she loves Mason so strongly, doesn't mean she can be satisfied with just him. She takes joy in slicking up a dick with her saliva, feeling it swell up in her mouth and press against her throat, letting herself become a sex object and channel her desires into pleasing men. As she tongues the man's bulging head, lapping at the trickle of precum, she realizes she wants to ask Mason for an open relationship, or even try polyamory. Of course, the first thing she thinks of is fucking you at her convenience, but her mind wanders further, before getting cut off by the taste of cum suddenly erupting into her mouth. The contest has a winner.

As the cum drips from Sarah's mouth, Isabella seizes her prize, pushing Sophia aside and mounting the tensed up ramrod that Sophia's blowjob has prepared for her. Sadly for her, he only has a few more pumps left in him before he blows inside her. She scowls at him for his rudeness, pissed that she hasn't gotten her release yet after all that teasing and buildup.

You round up the Slut Squad and look at the spoils of your labor. One reporter-turned-cum-dump cozying up to her former coworkers and having some friendly banter, while she waits for them to get hard again. You think you'll leave them to their fun now. You're confident that you and the girls can find more trouble to get into.