Yes, accept the apology

"It's fine. Don't worry about it", you say, giving a slight shrug with your shoulders and flashing a smile. Hogan's attempt to try and blame you for his somewhat premature release wasn't very kind of him, but considering his profession you completely understood the direness of his insecurity. At least he apologized, and you felt it was perhaps actually somewhat flattering that he had such trouble containing himself within you?

Hogan returns the smile, seeming relieved that you've accepted his apology. "Hey, we'll get another chance at it tomorrow. And I'm rather looking forward to that, Marcy", Hogan says, giving you a naughty grin.

You wonder if you should respond in kind, but suddenly you feel Sarah pulling on your arm. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't get too excited again, Hogan", she chides him as she tries to drag you off the stage and towards the door. She seems very determined to pull you away from Hogan, and you'd almost think her jealous.

"Yeah, okay. Alright. Thanks! See you tomorrow!", you manage to call out to Hogan just before Sarah has rushed you out of the room entirely. You're both standing in the hallway now, dressed in naught but your bathrobes. Sarah beckons you along as she heads towards the dressing room. You follow her, and she holds the door open for you as you both step inside.

The dressing room is exactly as you left it, except Honey seems to have moved elsewhere. Sarah walks up towards the middle of the room and shrugs out of her bathrobe; fully naked once more. "Don't mind Hogan. He's a bit touchy on that particular subject", Sarah says as she slowly steps over towards her clothes, which are folded in a neat pile next to yours.

"Like I said, It's fine", you answer, watching Sarah bend over in order to reach for her attire. It would seem that Sarah has absolutely no qualms showing off her body. You do try not to stare at her too much, but you can't deny that her figure is rather pleasing to the eyes. You idly note that she's far more athletically built than you are; but you try your best to suppress your own insecure thoughts. "After tomorrow there should be plenty of footage anyway", you add.

Sarah turns towards you as she steps into her panties. "I'm sure there will be", she says, a playful smile on her lips. "And I have to say you did pretty good for a new girl".

"Oh, thank you!", you answer hastily, feeling your cheeks flush at the compliment. Luckily, Sarah is currently too busy squirming her own breasts into her bra to notice. You briefly glance at your own pile of clothes. "Uh... Aren't you going to take a shower?", you ask in surprise. You were rather looking forward to washing yourself clean, and it's the primary reason you haven't shrugged off your bathrobe yet.

"Nah, I'm good", Sarah says as she continues getting dressed. "I have to hurry home, so I'll shower there". She pulls her shirt on over her head, then suddenly freezes and casts you a curious look. She narrows her eyes slightly and tilts her head somewhat. "Tell me, Marcy. Do you like the showers here?", she asks out of nowhere.

"Very much so", you answer yearningly. "They're so much better than the one at my apartment".

"The showers here are great", Sarah admits with a slight nod. "They're very... rejuvenating. And they make me feel horny, y'know?", she adds, glancing at you with a worried expression on her face. She lowers her voice to a whisper; "I can't help but feel there's something off about them".

"What do you mean?", you ask, not following.

"Don't the showers here make you feel... aroused?", Sarah asks, stepping into her skirt while continuing to look at you. "I feel like masturbating each time I take one. And no matter how sore I get, afterwards any discomfort has disappeared as if by magic"

You blink at Sarah, confused by her statement. "Uh... Isn't that a good thing?", you ask. You had to admit that the previous shower here did leave you feeling somewhat frisky. And it certainly alleviated any soreness you had felt.

"It is", Sarah acknowledges, before looking down to put on her shoes. "But it's also weird. And creepy. Showers aren't supposed to do that. Makes me wonder what they're putting in the water?"

You stare back at Sarah in confusion. "W-wait. Are you serious?", you ask, not quite sure what to make of this.

Sarah finishes getting dressed and takes a long silent look at you. Then her expression changes completely, and she suddenly flashes a smile. "Oh no, don't mind me", she says cheerfully, although you're pretty sure she wasn't entirely kidding. "I have to go now, so I'll see you tomorrow. Enjoy your shower!", she exclaims as she hurries out the door, leaving you alone in the dressing room.

"T-thanks", you utter quietly, glancing at your pile of clothes.