Sitting at the bar in my black pleather pleated mini skirt, purple thigh-high stockings held up by my matching purple lace garter peeking out from my thigh-high boots, I find an empty seat at the bar to wait for the bartender to make me drink. My skirt rides up a little, and I take in the cooling sensation of my exposed thighs while feeling my bare ass on a cold, high-top metal chair. I play with my hair that sits down pa...

The next day, I had woken up at my usual time—6:27 am, right before my alarm actually went off. A little dazed, I remember the night before, wildly fucking and getting fucked by Stan and our new friend, Marcy. I blinked open my eyes, realizing I was not in my own apartment or bed, and there was a thin, soft arm slung over my waist. "Marcy, yes, that's her name, Marcy," I said to myself. I started to remember pieces of las...