In addition to Jason and Bob, five men walked into the party room. The first one smiled broadly, "Nice catch, Sheriff. I'll have fun fucking these bitches."

One of the other men held up his hand, "You guys hold back a bit. I don't want you getting into trouble." He stepped forward and surveyed the bound girls. "Alright, girls, here's the deal. If we processed you now, you would be charged and convicted of possession of marijuana, underage drinking, reckless driving, reckless endangerment, resisting arrest, assaulting an officer of the law, obstructing justice, driving under the influence, indecent exposure, prostitution, trespassing and disrupting the peace. You would get the maximum sentence and you would never be paroled. For all charges combined, you would spend the rest of your lives in jail. On the other hand, if you let us use you for this little party and maybe a few weeks more, you will never be officially processed and will be allowed to get on with your lives on the condition that you never speak of this to anyone. Anyone prefer prison?" The girls were silent. "Alright, we're safe."