A girl jumped up to spin it, but she was too energetic, and the whole wheel bounced off the other girl’s finger and rolled towards Rasheed and Jake. The controllers were turned up high at that moment, so they were dealing with that discomfort in their asses and couldn’t reach down to fetch the wheel.

“I’ll get it,” Michelle said, remounting it with the first girl. “I think they’re a little busy at the moment. Got something shoved up the old puss, right? Let’s give that another try.”

The volunteer girl spun again, and the section that settled at the top of the wheel was written, “Girl name from the mistress.”

“Huh, interesting,” she mused. “Let’s get some ideas of girl names for Jake and Rasheed. Just yell them out.”

A bunch of names was yelled from the hall. “Jakey,” “Jenny,” “Bunny Rabbit,” “Pookie,” “Rashlette,” “Robin,” “Acorn cock,” and so forth. Then someone yelled, “Michelle’s Bitch one, and Michelle’s Bitch two,” and Michelle laughed.

“Okay, we’re just going to stay with those since they are easy to remember. And I like them personally,” she added, chuckling. “I’m a little bit biased towards my bitches. Keep thinking of good names, though, and in the meantime, feel free to call them whatever the fuck you want to! Let’s get another girl to spin.”

And on it went. Jake had to lick Rasheed’s feet, they had to pledge their allegiance to Michelle and shout how their cocks were worthless, and they were losers and wanted to lick balls, beg Michelle to spit in their faces, put on lacy bras and fishnet stockings, and perform several other sissy tasks. Jake had to wear a strapon over his cock cage. That was the worst of them as far as he was concerned.

Michelle was bursting with laughter again. “Oh fuck,” she said, “He doesn’t have a real cock, so this one has to be put on top of him to make up for it!” Jake turned bright red with embarrassment, standing dumbly with a huge dildo sticking out from his waist, especially when Michelle started a mock jack off the dildo, sliding up and down the shaft.

Shannon watched all this from her position on the stage with the other PNMs. She rather liked the look of Jake with a big dick, actually, even an obviously fake one. It caused deep sexual stirrings in her, and it was a reminder that no matter how much she accepted the way he was put together naturally, he was just missing a big part of what it was to be a man.

“This is what it would feel like, right?” Michelle mocked him. “Can you imagine, Jake? If you had a real dick like Bo, this is how it would be for you all the time. Put your hand there and check out how it feels.” She made him pretend to jerk off his dildo cock, even lubing it up.

“Give it a moan, Jake. We know you guys make some noise too. I mean, nothing like us girls. But since you are a sissy anyway, let’s hear it.”

He felt ridiculous jerking off a huge fake cock on his waist, but he tried. Michelle made him do it louder and continue trying until she had him moaning loudly and pretending convincingly.

“Damn,” she said finally, after laughing enough. “I believe it! Okay, we’ve got time for just one more spin. Let’s see, yes, you, come on up. Give it a spin. Looks like you won ‘put dick on a string leash’ oh fuck. Who wrote all these?” There was laughter from the hall as they all very well knew who.

Michelle selected Rasheed for this one since Jake was still strapped down in his cage. She aroused him again with some manual stimulation, at least enough for a volunteer girl to carefully tie a string around the circumference of his pencil dick. “Give him a walk around the stage now; he’ll go don his hands and knees,” Michelle ordered, and the girl did it.

It was strange seeing a grman inching his way around the stage floor with his head down like an animal, being led by a nicely dressed sorority girl. The girls in the audience craned their necks to see how it worked. The leash draped from her hand down to his waist, and from there, it disappeared into the crack where it was tied around his pencil dick.

“Wait, wait–” our emcee said, thinking. “We need to see this better. He’s just like a dog, right?” The girl walking him laughed and nodded in agreement. “Let’s have him take a piss somewhere. How about on Jake’s leg? Jake, just stand there like a fire hydrant!”

“What?” Jake said. Rasheed also looked up, totally confused.

Michelle was undeterred. “It’s awesome. Now they are my bitches. You know how a dog lifts one leg and pisses. Rasheed, do that on Jake’s leg.”

Rasheed looked back down at the floor and shook his head in misery. He couldn’t believe they made him act like a dog, walking around the floor naked, led by his dick. The girl started moving toward Jake to complete the task, but Rasheed didn’t move, so she tugged on the leash. She’d tied it on with a sailor knot that didn’t slip off because he yelled a sharp “Ow!” when the line went taut and his dick pulled out to the side. From then on, he hustled to keep up with her to avoid that happening again.

“Good doggie!” the girl tested, learning how to play this game, and Michelle beamed. The audience chuckled. “Here, boy!” she added and whistled at her human dog toy.

When they approached Jake, Rasheed looked up painfully at Michelle and said, “Really?”

She was insistent. One did not fight this dominatrix. “Get your back leg up. Don’t you have to go? Hmm, I don’t remember you using the bathroom during the break. I do remember that you were in the bathroom during the break!”

Rasheed hung his head back towards the floor but didn’t move.

“Get your leg up, little doggy.” She kicked him gently.

He shifted his weight and lifted a leg upwards.

“No, this leg. I want the audience to see.” The camera girl was around on the front side, towards the hall.

He switched legs, letting the camera get a good close-up of how the string was tied around the base of his slender dick, and that image was projected on the wall. The crowd laughed. His dick and balls shook with his nerves because he had to use his muscles to balance.

Rasheed wasn’t happy. “Like this?” he asked Michelle with some sarcasm. “Am I doing it right?”

“No. I don’t mean you should pretend to pee. Actually, go.”

“What? You want me to piss on his leg, on the stage?”

“Sure. We’ll find somebody to clean it up afterward. I have a good idea who that might be.” Some giggles in the audience.

“Fuck,” Rasheed muttered, shaking his head again in disbelief and lowering his leg.

“Come on, little doggy. Time to go potty-potty on your little walkie-walk.”

He didn’t move. The humiliation was too much.

The girls in the hall started chanting. Instead, they didn’t use his name, just “Doggy, Doggy,” repeated. Michelle wanted action.

She put the mic down and spoke quietly. “Or I can just get back to those email threads. I’ve got some great new attachments I can add on there now. Some interesting pics and videos, you couldn’t even guess!”

“Okay, okay, fuck. I’ll do it,” he relented and raised his leg again. It took him a moment to get the stream going, but it wasn’t working. He never knew he had shy bladder syndrome, but he had never tried to pee in this type of situation before. The most he’d done was just pissing in the woods with guys on a long walk or something, and he never had a problem with that before.

“Come on, little one. Time to go potty-potty.”

“I fucking can’t!” he said, frustrated. “I’m trying. Give me a second, dammit!”

Michelle appealed to the audience. “Maybe we can sing a song, girls? Does anyone know a song you sing to a baby to help them go to the bathroom? Like when they are sitting on the toilet learning to be potty trained? Little baby, you can tinkle…”

Fuck, Rasheed thought. How can this get any worse? But just then, he broke through, and his sphincter released, and the stream began–a healthy, steady stream, built up from holding it in the past few hours. The urine sprayed across Jake’s calves and feet. Jake had another look of disgust and had to concentrate on not moving his feet out of the way because he was sure Michelle would scold him. The urine ran down his legs and pooled on the floor. And he thought he was done with getting peed on after the bathroom episode.

“Good little doggy,” Michelle praised. “Let it all out. I don’t want you to go to the house later. You can help him shake it with the lease since he can’t reach his dick.” This last part was said to the girl walking him, who tugged a few times on the leash to wiggle his dick. The camera caught it perfectly, panning up to his strained face while the string yanked on his flesh.

“Ow!” he said again as one pull was too hard. “Fuck, be careful.”

“Watch your language. We only want nice doggies here.”

They reset from that, avoiding that spot on the floor, and Michelle breathed heavily into the mic. “Well, Jesus Christ, girls. That was quite a show. Shit–I didn’t expect that!” she added honestly. Jake thought about when this would be done, and Shannon had the same thought–not just for herself, but she knew that Jake was taking the brunt of things.

“Girls, we’ve come to the last event! My PNMs, you’ve made it so far. We’ve overcome so much. You’ve performed so many tasks and even gotten through a crisis,” nodding to Jackson when she said that. Jackson smiled weakly. It seemed like a long ago when she almost bailed out. “You’ll be glad to know there is only one task remaining for you to pass the initiation. Let’s give the PNMs a cheer for that, shall we? All of them. They have been spectacular.”

The crowd went nuts. Genuinely, the active members in the audience had an appreciation for all the shit these girls up on stage was going through and for these two guys who got roped into this somehow and the even more shitty things they had to endure. The sorority girls went from shy and skeptical observers to active and willing participants during the evening. Michelle had delivered an evening of amusing entertainment, after all.

“So what is this last event you, maybe wondering?” Michelle said this slowly as she tied the strap-on to her waist. The penis stuck out awkwardly from the woman’s groin. All the PNMs watched her wide-eyed, fearing for the worst. “We’re just going to do a little measuring and have a contest. Shannon, hop up here, and we’ll show ’em how it’s done.”

Shannon groaned inside herself. Fuck, why would she pick on me? Then she answered her question by realizing that she was the most compliant of all the girls up here, and once she had done it, the others would be easier to convince. She wanted to get into this sorority so bad she would do almost anything. And she was also scared of Michelle, and she admitted that to herself; the domme must have been able to sense that like a hound after a rabbit.

Michelle sat down with her legs stretched out on the stage floor straight towards the audience, one hand behind her supporting the weight of her torso and the other holding the mic. Her dildo dick sprang up ten inches from her waist. Shannon was happy that it wouldn’t be a fuck with Bo. True to her promise to Jake, she would have refused that. Bo was lurking at the back of the hall, still here but watching the proceedings, and she hoped he stayed back there.

“Hop right on here. We’ll see how much of this dick you can take.”

Shannon groaned again. She figured it was going to be this. “Which way…?” she motioned to Michelle. She meant which way to face.

“Good question. Let’s go reverse cowgirl so they can see your face while you work this dick into you. Go ahead, now.”

Shannon lowered herself and let the big toy sink in as comfortably as possible.

Michelle was in lecture mode. “Do you girls know that a vagina is a most unusual organ? It can accommodate almost anything. It can fit any dick because it fits a baby, right? How many dicks are as big as a baby? Not many!” The audience laughed.

“What happens for a big dick is this. The woman gets excited, and the cervix draws upwards. It’s true. It pulls way the fuck out of there. It’s like, get me the fuck away from this penis. But it takes some time.” Michelle set the mic down and reached around to feel Shannon’s tiny titties. She tweaked one. “Does this help, honey?”

Shannon closed her eyes and tried to think about sexy things. Rubbing Jake’s chest, the way he looked at her. The dildo sank in further as her pussy accepted more. Michelle’s hand dropped to her clit, pressing in little circles, adding to the internal motions deep inside her.

“Good,” Michelle praised, taking a look to see. “That’s seven inches. We’ll stop with that. I don’t think you’ve had much practice with big dicks! Haha. Next girl!”

Shannon pulled herself awkwardly off the emcee. It was embarrassing, of course, like everything else this night, but in particular, because the camera girl got a close-up shot of her pussy lips sticking to the dildo on the way out. They popped out all flush and extended before slowly retracting to a decent position inside her slit.

Michelle went through the other three girls, Jackson being the holdout as expected, but Shannon again talked her through it, insisting they could believe Michelle that this was the last thing. So even the shy Jackson allowed herself to be fucked by the emcee, who announced inch numbers for all the girls’ pussy depths.

“So now we’re down to the last,” she gleefully said. “Come over here, Jake, my little sissy. Let’s measure your pussy and see if you can beat the other girls.”

Jake was confused, and his worst fears were coming true.

“Get over here, big baby, and sit on my lap. Oh, that’s right, you don’t have a dick, but you don’t have a pussy. We can use your asshole.”

He closed his eyes, still standing and not moving forward. This could mean only one thing: Michelle would peg him, on camera, in front of thirty sorority girls. He looked over to Shannon, who shrugged sympathetically. She didn’t have any power to help him. The girl had already been essentially fucked in the pussy by the emcee, so what could he do now? Say that he wasn’t willing himself to do it? This is the girl who sucked cock for him. He had no choice.

“Get your ass over here,” Michelle insisted. He complied reluctantly.

“And let’s get this thing off. What do you think, girls? Cage on or off?” Michelle put the question to the audience.

“Off, off, off,” they chanted.

“They have spoken, Jake. The girls want to see what you look like, not hemmed in there. How big do you think he is, girls?” They laughed but all paid attention.

It was tricky to get off, and Michelle lost patience with Jake’s efforts bent over at his groin. “Shannon, get over here.” So his nude girlfriend crouched in front of him, next to Michelle, and wormed the little latch mechanism open to free his dick.

“Shannon, while you are down there, why don’t you get him hard for us.”

“What? Really?” she said.

“Do I joke around? Yes. You’re the best person here to get him hard. Do it.”

She worked on him for a minute, first with her hands, and then she sucked him up to a hard, little stub. She didn’t mind this, actually, and neither did he.

“Okay, now get out of there, and everybody will see what Jake looks like hard.” The camera girl zoomed in close to his groin, getting only a picture of the back of Shannon’s head. But then she moved out of the way, and a twenty-foot image of Jake’s hard penis was projected on the wall. A twenty-foot image of a one and one-half inch penis.

“Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Michelle said slowly. “He already was hard!” The whole place burst into an uproar. “He’s still that same size. I can’t believe it! Let me play with this thing. That little cage didn’t pinch him down–it was too big for him! Haha.”

Michelle sent Shannon back to her line and waited for the crowd to quiet down.

“Well, that is something. We’ve all seen things tonight we never thought we would see. Holy fuck!” A few isolated cheers rang out in support. “Jake, before I stick this thing in you, and I’m dying to do it, let’s just compare the size of your dick with this strap-on dildo. I want you to see how ridiculous you look.”

She stood up with her dildo dick swinging around. It even banged into Jake’s ass and snagged on that when she stood up and pivoted. “Oh, hold on there, eager boy,” she joked when her dildo accidentally caught up on his butt cheek. “We’re not quite to that yet.” The audience laughed, anticipating the butt fuck that was coming. She stood next to Jake, waist to waist.

“Crouch da little, you big man, to put your dick at the height of mine. Just look at these two specimens, girls. One is a model of a real dick.” She petted her dildo, stroking it fondly like a part of her. “The other is a micropenis.” She reached over and tweaked Jake’s tiny pee-pee with a thumb and two fingers, feeling the hard stub and rotating it up and down with the motion of her hand. Jake’s little dick head oscillated up and down, caught by the camera perfectly.

“Tell me, girls, which would you rather fuck?” They all laughed. “Okay, let’s get down to business. Should we do this standing up or Jake on my lap?” This was to the audience. Girls shouted different things, but Michelle said, “Okay, down we go.”

Michelle positioned Jake in reverse cowgirl, asking a helper girl to fetch her the lube from her bag by the podium. “Yes, let’s do it this way. Same as how I fucked your girlfriend. I liked it that way.” But that was too mean, and the sorority girls in the hall gave a collective “Ooo” in response. “Sorry,” she apologized, sort of. “Just keeping it real. But that shit just happened, and you all saw it.”

Some logistics were getting Jake straddled on the dildo. He was a heavy guy, and she wasn’t that big a woman, so he had to help support his weight so he wouldn’t crush her.

“Mount yourself on this big stick right here, honey. Make Mamma happy. But I’m warning you, Jake, this is a big fucking dildo, and your asshole isn’t built for this–I know I’ve been calling it your pussy, but there ain’t no babies that are supposed to come out of there, and I don’t think you shit this big!” There were some light chuckles at that. “It ain’t going to be pretty. This shit is gonna be tight.”

Jake grimaced as he lowered the rest of his weight onto the toy. His ass was super tight because he didn’t do anal play regularly–Shannon wasn’t into it. It was fortunate that Michelle had covered the fake dick heavily in lube, or he would have torn something badly there.

“Fuck,” he groaned under his breath as the silicon tip pushed through the sphincter–the wrong way as far as his body was concerned–and it sent him an urgent complaint message through his nervous system right up to his brain’s sensory cortex. “Wait, wait–” he said in a panic as Michelle thrust upwards to push it deeper too fast.

“Ow,” he muttered, shifting back and forth to ease it in the best he could. But it was only in a couple of inches so far.

“Honey, you can take it,” she said softly, petting his hair. “In we go, right up that sweet bunghole.”

“Fuck, Michelle, why are you doing this stuff to me?” he begged.

She laughed while she pushed up harder. “Because you love it–come on, little boy, don’t lie to me. Is your little pee-pee still hard for me?” She reached around to feel for it but didn’t hit. Damn, that fucker was hard to find, she thought, fishing around without a way to see it around his big torso until she stumbled on that little nub. It was still hard, and the anal would keep him stimulated.

“Here we go, that’s it,” she said, pushing a few more times to get that dildo in. “Yes! You beat all the PNMs. This is the new record for deepest pussy.” The audience had gone quiet watching Jake’s sweat and concentration taking in the big toy, but they gave polite applause.

“We jacked Rasheed earlier. Now it’s your turn. Come on, you big baby.” She said this as she started rhythmic thrusting into his rectum.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

“Now, don’t you touch your tiny pecker. You’re going to cum for me.” Then she had another idea. This was such a fantastic night. She never remembered so many opportunities for coming up with good shit like this. “Rasheed, I’ll make you an offer. Come here.”

He came up next to her warily, unsure if this would work out as a positive for him. Everything had been worse than expected this entire night, and he had no reason to believe this would be any different.

“It’s your choice,” she offered in a pleasant voice. “One, you get pegged next, like this. Mamma fucks you–penetrates your sorry ass with this toy. Or two, Jake can suck your cock while we’re pegging him.”

Yeah, he thought, shaking his head. Worse than I expected. This is a lose-lose. Fuck. He didn’t say anything.

“This is it. This is the last task for tonight. I won’t even make you clean up. You let Jake suck your cock, and he cums, and you can disappear.”

“And you don’t fuck me in the ass?” This was said off-mic. He wanted to trust her and know he was at the end.

“Nope. I won’t even get close to it.”

“And you don’t fuck around with any more emails, right? Are we even? Case closed?”

“You got my word. Just drop ’em and whip out that pencil dick. Jake is ready for it. You do have to do one more thing first.”

“Fuck. There’s always fucking something else with you. What is it?”

“You have to yell, ‘Jake, please suck my cock, ‘ real loud. The girls will like that.” She giggled at her inventiveness.

This whole time, Michelle used her pelvis to crank that dildo back and forth deeper into Jake’s asshole. He was annoyed that she was hella stronger than he gave her credit for. Was she a gymnast or something? He squirmed, but it was getting easier the more his muscles accepted the intruder, but he still groaned with the discomfort on every new, deeper thrust.

“Fuck,” said Rasheed, “I hope I never remember this night for the rest of my life.”

“Oh, you will! Believe me. But it might get you off.”

“I doubt it. Okay, this is the last fucking thing, though.”

The audience didn’t hear this conversation, so when Rasheed turned and yelled, “Jake, please suck my cock!” and whipped his pants down, they were surprised, and a wave of laughter rippled through them. Michelle always had something new–some twist–to surprise them, and by this point, they just were along for the ride taking it as it came.

“Get it in his face,” the domme said, still pushing regularly into Jake’s asshole with the beat of the music. She was feeling his pecs with the other hand, enjoying the musculature and his hard nips. Shannon was trying not to watch from her spot in line, but it was like a car crash–she couldn’t watch, either.

Rasheed stepped towards Jake with a sigh and put his limp pencil dick up into Jake’s lips. “Just fucking open up, dude, so that we can get this over.”

Jake moaned on Michelle’s most recent hard thrust that went deep into him and reluctantly opened his mouth. There was agony on Jake’s face as Rasheed stuck his dick across Jake’s lips. Both guys wanted the most minimal contact possible of the dick to mouth, and Rasheed was shocked to see his dick start to get hard. Fuck. He never thought he was gay, but the stimulation just was doing its thing at a base mechanical level.

“Aww, isn’t that cute? Suck it, Jake. What a good sissy,” Michelle added. “If he cums you gotta swallow it. But if you cum first, we’ll stop.”

This gave Jake extra motivation to get the action going. His pee-pee was sticking out in the air, and he desperately wanted to press on it or have Michelle play with it, or Shannon come over and suck it or anything, not just have it all by itself waving around like a little thumb trying to catch a ride on a deserted highway. He didn’t know if he could cum like this.

But then he closed his eyes and imagined that fucker Kai and his massive dick. “I’m gonna stick this dick into your girlfriend, loser!” the Kai in his mind said, which brought Jake closer to a climax. Michelle thrust a few more times up into his ass, and he found himself sucking on Rasheed’s dick without thinking in his attempt to cum.

“Suck him off now. Let’s see him shoot it,” Michelle directed. She didn’t expect it to happen, but if Rasheed dripped another one of his tiny loads into Jake, that would be a bonus.

He didn’t, though.

Jake’s final image of Kai saying, “Suck my dick, bitch!” pushed him over the edge, and that little pee-pee exploded in the air, his big ass balls sending a huge shot of white spunk over the stage in front of them. Jake had also held himself back from nutting the past few days in anticipation of Shannon’s treat after the show tonight, and unlike Rasheed’s efforts, this one had a big payoff. It didn’t get on any girls in the first row, but it did shoot many feet in the air, and the girls gasped. They’d only seen that kind of shit in porn.

The audience watching this either directly or on the projector wall went quiet. Then as they took it all in and that things were over, they started applauding. The players untangled themselves, and Rasheed–cursing–pulled his pants back up and thanked God that he didn’t cum into Jake’s mouth; all the sorority members started standing up out of their chairs, still clapping. Everyone wanted to show what a fucking good show that all was. It couldn’t have been better if it had been scripted.

Then the DJ put on some Billie Eilish, and the event wound down quickly, like a church service when the last prayer was said, and the preacher closed the book. Many of the girls ran upstairs laughing and buzzing with excitement that they had witnessed the wildest evening of their lives. Rasheed slunk off quickly with his tails between his legs. Michelle watched him go, wondering if he would jack off later thinking about what happened here–because they did leave him with a hard-on and nowhere to shoot it–and packed up her bag with the various toys and items and ducked out with Bo, who met her at the back of the hall.

Shannon got dressed with relief and headed over to Jake to help him recover. He was exhausted and sat slumped–still naked–on the first step of the stage, his head in his hands. Nobody else had approached him. She felt the need to comfort him. She was responsible for all of this, in a way.

But on the way over, Leslie and Amelia intercepted her. “Girl, that was fucking wild up there. But I have some bad news,” Amelia said. “You can’t get a spot in the house.”

Shannon looked blank at her. “Wait. What? What do you mean? You mean all this was for nothing?”

She started getting angry. What the fuck? Could they be serious?

“Fucking kidding! Fucking kidding!” Amelia said before Shannon blew a gasket. “Oh my God. Sorry, Leslie made me do it. See, I told you we shouldn’t have,” she said to her house president.

“But wait,” Shannon said. “That could happen, still, right? I mean, how many slots do you have?”

“Good news on that front,” said Leslie, more serious this time. “Those other girls, the four for tomorrow. They were all scared shitless by what happened tonight. Two of them have other houses they prefer anyway, and another one wasn’t even sure if she wanted to join a sorority. The fourth, well, she can just move on.

“You mean I’m in?”

“Yes. We have four spots. And you four girls went through hell together. I can’t imagine saying no to any of you after this. That is if you still want to join this. I mean, I could understand if you never wanted to see us again.”

“Fuck! Yes! No, I don’t want to see you again. I want to join! Thank you!”

Amelia broke in. “Thank you. That was the craziest, most bat-shit, most entertaining initiation night I’ve ever heard of.”

“Yeah,” said Leslie, “but we can’t do that again. Someone will report us to the Pan-Hellenic council or the university president, and we’ll all be busted like the Sigma Nus. That’s also why I want to accept all four of you tonight.”

“Haha,” Shannon said, “I would never report you.” But immediately after she said it, she wondered how pissed she would be if she did all this shit, going nude and getting fucked on stage with a dildo, and then didn’t get into the house. Actually, yeah, Leslie had the right idea just letting them in. She probably would report them to the authorities if she didn’t.

“So, what do we do for next fall?” Amelia asked.

Shannon brightened up. “Well, that bitch Michelle sure gave me some ideas about what we could do with the Sigma Nus!” They all laughed, and she made her way over to Jake, who hadn’t moved.

“Baby,” she said carefully, touching his bare shoulder. “I have your clothes.”

“Okay,” he sniffled.

“It’s done. Thank you. I want to thank you for all of this. I had no idea that it–”

“It’s okay. Really. But I’m fucking glad that it’s over.” He tipped his head onto her shoulder, and she hugged him. She couldn’t resist a final tease.

“So wait, what were you telling me about our sex life? You wanted some more humiliation or something like that, was that it?”

He looked at her thoughtfully, then they both started laughing. “Oh my fucking God,” he said. “Can I file that in the ‘be careful what you ask for’ folder, please? Jesus Christ. Where did that woman come up with that shit? It was worse than anything Mary Sue ever made me do.”

She just hugged him. “Well, now I know who to call when you ask me that question again.”

“No!” he said it too loudly. “No, fucking shit, I don’t want to see her or Bo again in my life! I’m serious!”

She laughed. “That wouldn’t bother me. She fucked me on stage too, remember?”

“Yeah,” he mused, and they both went quiet, reflecting.

“What do you say? We make it like that other thing, back at the party. We just forget about it for a long time.”

He nodded. “Yes. Some things deserve a special–sort of secret–place in your mind.”

He stood up and dressed and kissed his girlfriend. They snuck out the stage back door arm in arm.

 

The End.

 

*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even with limited editing. It doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.