What kind of joke was this? “Yeah right. Like that would happen.” “Ok, seriously,” Tom said.“A girl asked you that?” Steve was grinning ...full-on now.“NO! I mean, no. All I said was what would you…” Tom started back.“Yeah, I’ll be damned. You lucky motherfucker.” Steve ducked behind the counter to adjust what was suddenly stiffening. Coughing to clear his throat, he said, “Well, first I guess she has to audition.”Tom, skeptical, “Audition?”Steve continued. “Yeah. Audition. Show you what. "Especially when a little ibuprofen is included."A few minutes later they were up in Dave's bedroom. Shae was stretched out full-length, only slightly crosswise on Dave's king-size bed, wearing a T-shirt that would be long on a normal woman, but just barely covered her butt while Dave warmed a bottle of baby oil in hot water in the sink. "I used to have some nice aromatic massage oil," he told her casually, "But either it disappeared in the clean-out of the apartment or I just haven't found it. BAM! I’m not sure what happened. It was a burst of pain on the back of my skull, a bright light shot through my eyes, and a deafening THUD that scaled down to horrendous ringing in my ears. When I start to regain my senses, I realize I’m lying on my back, and the ground is very cold. My eyesight is hazy, but it seems darker here than it should be. This must be an alley off the street. There’s someone on top of me! A wave of dread washes through me as I begin to understand that I’m in really. It seemed a bit curious to her but the men rarely ever actually demanded a response to such comments. It was as if they were so involved in their own fantasies or pleasure that she was almost like a lamp on a nearby table. As the lamp suffused the room with enough light to allow them to see their hardened cock, she had provided the arousal that made it stiffen even further. Both were to play their roles but conversation must stay in the background as their pleasure mounted and rushed to the.