When they arrived at the house, Jenne suggested some time in the hot tub to wind down from the evening. Everyone grabbed a beer, and lost their clothes.
Sinking into the hot water, Jenne said "You know, if we're going to be working there more often, we should do some clothes shopping tomorrow."
"What?" Mark said.
"We were offered jobs. What? You don't think we can do it?"
"No! That's not it" Mark protested. "You both have good jobs though, why would you switch?"
"Well, in my day job, I can barely stay awake, even though the pay is good. At the Catwalk, I made almost as much as I do in an afternoon, and I was only on stage for 15 minutes. Cheryl probably made as much as her normal day's salary for doing the same. And it was an incredible rush. I've never felt like that in an advertising agency."
"You have no idea how exciting it is to have everyone's attention, knowing every single one of them wanted to fuck you right on the stage," Cheryl chipped in. "I think a girl's day out is in order, let's see how much of this we can spend on sexy new outfits."
Mark protested again. "What about me?"
"You'll LOVE the fashion show" Jenne laughed.
Cheryl drifted over and straddled Mark, her arms around his neck. "You don't mind do you?"
Jenne drifted to the side, and reached for his hardening cock. "Do you?"
As Jenne guided Cheryl onto his member, Mark had difficulty formulating a coherent reply. "Urrrkk... Ummm.. No... I... Don't..."
Cheryl sat down hard. "MIND!" Mark blurted out.
She began lifting and lowering, squeezing her vaginal muscles, gasping in pleasure. "Good..." She purred.
Mark began gently sucking one nipple, then the other, while Jenne reached down and began inserting a finger in Cheryl's tight anus.
"Don't completely wear him out, I'm dying over here!" Jenne said, as Cheryl worked herself towards an orgasm. Shortly, her face and chest became flushed, and with an explosive gasp she leaned forward and gave Mark a fierce kiss.