Wendy senses she's being played and goes for help.

Wendy reached for the idol to see the gadget, then stopped -- this woman seemed a little too anxious. And there were three of them and only one of her, even if the college girl and the businesswoman were pretty wrapped up in each other right now. Better talk to Deborah -- she retreated to the front counter.

"Deb, those 'customers' are filming some sort of lezzie internet prank back there--"

"So THAT'S what's going on!" Deborah replied, and then to Wendy's shock added "it's hot!"

"Hot?" Wendy squeaked, and blushed as the embarrassment at how badly she was handling this layered on top of her embarrassment about the prank. She pointed at the monitor, where the make-out session continued to escalate. The two women (actresses? models?) were feeling each other up now, the older woman's bra visible as buttons of her shirt gave way under her "seducer's" ****. "How can you think this is hot, you're the straightest girl I know! Besides, if this goes too far they might do something illegal!"

"Nothing illegal about a make-out session. And yeah, I'm straight, but look at them. Seeing how they're turning each other on, even a straight girl can wonder what she's missing. Haven't you ever wondered what lesbians know that we don't?" Deborah's eyes shone and her breathing got heavier.

Was Deb in on this too? Wendy rushed to the office, hoping her boss could rescue her from this insane situation.