A flight of stairs led up from there, so I started up. As I got to the top step, a door down the hall opened up and a Raider stepped out. “Shit, the...e’s someone out here!”, he yelled and ran towards me, pulling a knife. Dog leaped forward and grabbed his arm. The Raider he’d yelled at came out with his gun blazing. I rocked backwards when one of his rounds hit my chest armor. That wasn’t enough to prevent me from killing both of them.“Fuck, that hurts. That’ll be a bruise in the morning, that’s. There’s no sign of any of our ‘stars’.We cut to the street outside and see a smart looking BMW arriving, pulling smoothly into the carpark and coming to a halt at a jaunty, I-don’t-care angle. The driver’s side door opens and Rebecca steps out, dressed immaculately in a grey business skirt-suit. She poses for us, acting the big-time business success - closing the door casually, taking off her spectacles and putting them in a little case. Looking around, and then coolly turning on her high-heel. “Plural?”“Yeah, I have all my friend’s mothers here. They’re cleaning the house, naked. I told them they couldn’t have sex with each other until it was all clean.”“Did you make them all like pussy?” Cherry asked, pressing against me and entwining her arm around mine. “Ooh, you’re such a wicked son.”“Oh, yes, it’s hot watching them go down on each other,” I groaned, my dick lead in my pants. “Especially when their pussies are dripping with jizz.”“So you got your own harem?” she asked. “Stealing. ” “May I please get dressed again now?” you ask, but the boys just laugh. “No, Miss Fran, I don’t think so. But you may drop the skirt now.” Your throat is dry, and your heart is hammering, as you open the zipper on your skirt. It falls to the desk, and you stand in front of the boys in only your high heels and your stockings. “Please, boys.” “Please what, Miss Fran? Please, may I get off the desk? Yes, you may. Step down, and then lay on the desk, on your back. That’s good, Love, just.