“Oh, you know, the usual. I'm in a bit of a sticky situation, hehe. We've got an uneven number of cocks and places to put them in over here. It'd be really nice if you could come and balance everything out...”
Steve didn't recognize the voice on the other end of the line, but it definitely sounded hot as fuck. It sounded like she was at some sort of orgy and had a shortage of dudes? What kind of man would he be if he said no to that?!
“I'm in, babe. Where's all this going down?”
“The normal spot,” the voice responded. “Alley near 5th and Elm. See you soon, baby.”
Steve was excited. An orgy would definitely be a new experience for him, and he couldn't wait to get there. So he started running down the hall, fast. Three steps in, his right heel caught on some carpet fibers, sending the drink he was holding flying through the air, spilling all over a couple that was walking around the corner.
Without even apologizing, Steve continued his fast pace down the stairs and out of the house. The fact that he wasn't wearing shoes with heels didn't even register.
“Ugh! I can't believe this!” Mindy yelled, soaked in beer. “That's it, I can't take this party anymore. I'm leaving!”
“Wait, Mindy!” Rick said, as he spotted an open door down the hall. “We don't have to stay, but you don't want to walk home soaked in beer, do you?” Mindy sighed, then shook her head. “C'mon, I think that's Rebecca's room over there. I'm sure she won't mind us borrowing some dry shirts as long as we bring them back later.”
Rick and Mindy walked down the hall to Rebecca's room, and entered it to find a box of shirts sitting on the bed. They each grabbed one, then looked down in confusion.
“Are we sure these belong to Rebecca?” Mindy asked. This one doesn't really seem like her type of shirt...”
“Same with mine, but they're dry, right? That's all that matters,” Rick said. “Let's change and I'll take you home.”
With that, Rick and Mindy took off their drenched shirts and donned their new ones, which read...
