Susie was enjoying that heated squirm Meg was doing involuntarily. Her fingers pinched the bottom of her mask and pushed it up over her head, now revealing that long thin smile. “Oh, I’m getting pretty resourceful right now” she said smoothly and dropped her free hand on Meg’s shoulder to stable herself when she brought herself close enough to push her lips over the athletes.  Susie was getting far too restless over this, she needed to be touched, it had been far too long for her, company or not she was very much looking forward to this. Her lips parted Meg’s, allowing her tongue to trespass their lips to mingle with the other girls. Her eyes had lulled closed and her finger tips brushed from her shoulder to Meg’s neck, an unusual gentle touch to her otherwise violent tendencies.  Frank’s grip was loosening, he was either trusting her not to resist, or hoping she would. He didn’t mind either way, the chase before the prize would be fun. But he was much more interested in watching the two, and getting himself off. Just the sound of their lips smacking and their heavy breaths had his member throbbing against Meg’s backside. The more he watched the more wound and impatient he was getting. His hand had dropped from her chin and was instead freely groping her breast. He wanted to coax more of those breathy sounds out of her.  His impatience would only go unchecked for so long though. He took his hand off her chest to begin pulling at his belt, the small jingle of metal and leather joining Susie’s hot breaths and small sighs of enjoyment from tasting the girl. 

Susie pried away from Meg after she surrendered the desired information and almost bound her way over to the backpack Meg had pointed out. Squatting down and pulling the zipper back to rummage around. With a pleased sigh she retrieved the flashlight giving it a shake towards Frank and Meg.  “Yeah... that’s the one” Frank breathed the words with heat. Having spotted the athlete and enjoyed the long session she had with that object. His body jerked, tugging her arms behind her back, securing them with one arm. He reached a hand around her to grab her by the chin, pulling her attention onto the grinning mask. “You know if you were this pent up all you had to do was ask” He then said, forcing her to look back to Susie’s approach.  The bubblegum haired girl was waving the flashlight with a teasing jerk of her wrist. She held it by the head, placing the grip against Meg’s thigh, dragging it higher up her leg until the textured grip was nestled firmly between her legs, twisting with an applied pressure to make her feel every bump on the grip. “Is this the best toy you could find here? ... does this thing even fit?” she then asked with her tone laced with snark. Susie was loving having this kind of power, even with Frank’s terrifying presence she still had some authority over the girl in front of her, and she was enjoying every squirm of her body for the moment...  

She wasn’t really worried about the last survivor, they were probably scared out of their mind, and Susie was enjoying her power high. She pushed her mask up her face into her hood, it was a relief to be out of the mask and feel crisp air on her face. There was a table behind her, and she began pulling out of her clothes, mask first, then her over sized hoodie, each tossed haphazardly over the other. She would then pull off all her smaller accessories, the choker, wrist bands, and then shimmy her hips out of her leggings, pulling her skirt down next and stepping out of them and into the stall, taking with her only the knife... she wasn’t completely careless after all... Then she’d *finally* feel the heat of the damp air before the scolding water hit her skin. There wasn’t any soap, but the water heat and pressure may get some of the grime of this place off her, maybe even some of the dried blood of other people off her hands. She scrubbed at her face with her empty hand and made slow turn-arounds under the high pressured water. it felt really good was all she could think, to the point she didn’t hear the foot falls of Meg coming into the steamy room. Maybe it was her curiosity, maybe Meg saw Susie’s stuff on the table and was looking for her knife. Regardless when Susie pulled back her wet hair and saw Meg gawking at her she immediately raised her knife up between them. At first she was afraid, panic on her face, then her lips smoothed out into a smirk, and she motioned the girl closer with her knife while speaking coyly “You gonna stare? or you gonna get my back?”.