Beretta turned on the water in the shower stall. Instead of a shower head, the water came out of a grate in the ceiling like warm rain, making a little pleasant storm inside the stall. It was just big enough for two grays and maybe a little copycat if she chose to join them. She steadied herself with a hand on Carth's bicep as he bumped into her in the small bathroom. They were both a little shaky and she would feel the soreness more tomorrow. Thankfully he hadn't been in her ass. She likely wouldn't be walking. They'd have to save that for a day when she didn't have to go to work.<br/><br/>Beretta stepped into the shower stall, beckoning Carth in with her as the glass began to fog. She got some soap in her hands and began to rub it over his body, starting with his chest. She heard the door open as Cleo entered and then looked a bit concerned as she heard coughing. "You alright, sweetie?" She asked, her hands slowing.<br/><br/>"Hairball," came Cleo's reply. "Old dudes don't manscape as much as they should."<br/><br/>Beretta made face even as she laughed. Cleo's sarcastic humor concerning her job was both yucky and delightful.<br/><br/>"Scooch," said Cleo as she opened the stall door, having removed her clothes. Beretta could see red marks on her skin from where she'd been grabbed and her pussy looked red as well. They'd taken her hard but it was nothing she wasn't used to. "Wow..." the copycat said with raised eyebrows as she got a look at Carth. "You had that thing inside you?" She asked Beretta, brazenly hefting Carth's cock in her palm. She certainly wasn't shy.<br/><br/>"Mmhm. And I'm still feeling it," Beretta replied as she rubbed soap into her pussy, wincing from the sensation.