Giana's eyes narrow at your insult, but Bethany quickly interjects, "Well, we could... if you pay us enough." She looks to Giana for confirmation and the taller girl eventually nods reluctantly. "Fine," she says with a huff. "How much are you offering?"

Bethany quickly snatches up the bills and stuffs them into her bra while Giana watches disdainfully. "Fine," she says with a sigh, "Let's just get this over with." They both take a step closer to you and look expectantly at your crotch.

Giana watches intently as Bethany sucks harder and faster, her body starting to shudder with pleasure as she nears orgasm. She moans loudly, arching her back and thrusting her hips forward, desperate for release. "Yes, yes, that's it!" she cries out, her voice hoarse from lust and exertion.

As Bethany continues to pleasure you, Giana loses herself in the sensation, no longer caring about appearances or status.

Giana's whole body trembles with ecstasy as she climaxes, her breath coming in ragged gasps and her fingers digging into Bethany's shoulder to keep herself steady. She glares at you challengingly through half-lidded eyes, almost daring you not to make her feel even better.

As you cum, both girls are covered in your seed. Giana coughs and gags even harder as she's forced to swallow the hot liquid, her eyes watering even more. Mall Meat Bethany watches with a mix of fascination and horror as Giana struggles with your thick load, unsure if she should try to help or simply stand back and let her friend suffer through it.

Both girls look at each other before glancing back at you. They're no longer as proud and haughty as they were before; now, they're eager to please. Mall Meat Giana licks her lips slowly, nodding at Bethany in encouragement. "I'll do it," she says with a sultry grin, stepping forward brazenly. "Just don't make me swallow this time."

...if there's anything we can do to make it up to you..." she trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished but the meaning clear. Bethany looks at her worriedly before nodding in agreement. The two mall rats are clearly hoping that they haven't lost your favor for good.

You could: a) Ignore them and walk away again, showing no interest in their change of heart. b) Pretend to consider their offer and suggest something they can do to make it up to you. c)

a) You ignore the two women, walking away from them without so much as a backwards glance. As you leave, Giana's face falls, and Bethany looks visibly upset. It's clear that they were hoping for some sort of forgiveness or second chance.

b) You pretend to consider their offer, thinking about what it might be like to have them at your beck and call once more. "Hmm... maybe there is something you could do," you say nonchalantly. "

"O-Oh," Giana moans, her eyes closing tightly as you kiss and touch her, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Her body trembles with pleasure beneath yours, begging for release as she feels herself growing closer and closer. "T-Thank you," she whispers breathlessly between gasps. "You're so... so good..."

Giana blushes deeply as you hand her the money, her heart racing with excitement and gratitude. "T-Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the beating of her heart. She looks down at the cash in her hands, unable to believe that she's actually earned this much for simply cooking a meal.

Her gaze flickers up to meet yours, filled with hope and anticipation as she wonders what will happen next.

Before you can say anything else, Mall Meat Giana grabs your hand and pulls you into a nearby changing room. She practically shoves you down onto a bench before unzipping her skirt and pulling it off in one swift motion. Next comes her lacy black bra, revealing perfect tanned breasts with hard pink nipples.

Mall Meat Giana blushes again at your question but nods firmly, adjusting her position on the bench to reveal herself more fully. "I've had... experience," she says slowly, her voice slightly huskier now. "And I want that big dirty cock of yours."

Mall Meat Bethany chooses that moment to knock on the door, poking her head inside and giving you a knowing grin before ducking out again.