It was kind of uncomfortable riding the lift with Head without any pants. The old guy had balled his trousers and Jim's jeans up and tucked them under his arm. As they silently watched the numbers tick over above the door, Jim felt his erection wane.
When the lift doors opened, his jaw dropped as well.
A group of beautiful girls in bikinis and lingerie were running about in a big open space like a basketball court, spraying each other with hoses. The hoses weren't shooting water, instead they sprayed jets of a thick white substance that looked exactly like come. The stuff was everywhere in pools on the floor, trickling down the walls, as well as caking the laughing women.
"Ah, I thought I had the right lift. Excellent." Head muttered.
"What are they doing?" Jim asked him.
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