I pulled the string, and found myself in (no surprise) a bedroom.I pulled the string, and found myself in (no surprise) a bedroom. The surprise was in the number of people in the room. In addition to Mark, there were five other guys. Standing around, leaning against the walls. Stark naked. Looking at me dressed in nothing but a towel. I whirled around to confront Mark, nearly losing my towel in the process. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I demanded, a rather stupid question, especially as he was pulling his shirt off even as I spoke. "Well," Mark replied calmly, "I did say that if you came upstairs, we'd see what we could find for you to wear." He started to pull off his pants. "Plural, you know," he added. "So what you're saying is that if I, uh, service all six of you, you'll loan me something to wear until my clothes are dry? Doesn't sound like much of a deal to me." "Actually no," said one of the guys behind me. "What he's saying is that by the time we finish fucking you, your clothes will be dry, and we'll get them for you. |