A quick pitstop

After managing to convince Emily to have two rounds of vodka shots, Val turns her attention to the next matter at hand.

"Alright, now it's time to get you a change of clothes babe." Val says.

"But my place is like an hour away." Emily responds.

"Don't worry, you can borrow something of mine." Val replies.

"I thought you lived out of town too?" Emily questions.

"Yeah but I left a some clothes at a friend's place. Come on, it's a five minute walk away." Val says, grabbing her friend by the arm and leading her out of the bar.

The two of them take off walking through the city streets to their second stop of the evening. Emily is pretty out of it thanks to all the drinks she had at the first venue, relying on her friend for balance as they walk together. It's only a short walk however, until they reach their destination, a seedy looking apartment building. Val leads them up the elevator and through the hallway until they arrive at the door to her friend's place, which she knocks on. Moments later and a man opens the door.

"What's up Val ." He says, very non-chalantly with a deep voice.

"Hey, just hoping to pick up some clothes I left here the other night. Is Marco around?" Val asks.

"Nah, but you can come in and find it. If it's the black skirt form the other night it's probably still on the floor somewhere." The man says with a grin.

"Thanks, it's for my friend Emily here." She says, finally introducing her friend.

"I see, nice to meet you." He says, looking Emily up and down in a way that makes here feel nervous.

"You too." Emily responds.

The two young women walk inside the apartment. The place is a little messy, but not too bad. Emily is a little shocked to see a bong left out on the coffee table in plain site, never having done any **** herself. Before she can linger on it too long, Val drags her off to one of the bedrooms where she starts looking around on the floor for her clothes. Emily can't help but wonder what exactly her friend's clothing is doing littered on the floor of two strange mens' apartment. As Val looks, Emily stares around the room, eventually noticing a camera set up on a tripod pointed at the bed. She ponders what exactly it was set up for, but before she can hazard a guess Val finds her clothes.

"Voila." She says, holding up a tiny black piece of fabric.

Emily takes the small bundles of fabric from her friend, holding it up and trying to work out what it even is.

"I'll show you to the bathroom. Put it on and we can get going. You can use some of my make-up too." Val says with a smile before leading her friend to the bathroom of this strangers apartment and shutting the door.

Emily starts undressing down to her underwear, having a few close calls to falling thanks to her tipsy state. She unfolds the crumpled bundles of fabric to find it's a white crop top and a black mini-skirt. The moment she does, she becomes a little hesitant about wearing her friend's clothes. The outfit is definitely more Val's style than hers. The mini-skirtcomes down to her upper thighs, with emphasis on the word upper. If she leans over without thinking, she'll be flashing whoever is standing behind her in the club. The top is even worse, with an extremely low cut which Emily is sure will leave most of her cleavage on display. With all that skin exposed, practically half of Emily's bra is showing when she puts it on.

Emily makes her way to the bathroom door and pulls it ajar a little to call out to her friend.

"Ahhh, Val. Could you come here a minute!" She shouts out to her friend.

Strange sounds emanate from the kitchen, almost as if someone is gagging on something. Emily is a little concerned at first, but quickly hears the sound of Val's heels scuttling as she hurries over to her friend.

"Hey, what's up." Val says, sounding a little out of breath and wiping something from around her lips.

Emily notices her friend's lipstick has gotten a little smudged, but in her drunken state the best conclusion she can draw is that she was perhaps having something to eat.

"I don't think this is going to work. My bra is completely exposed here." Emily says.

"So just take it off then. What's the big deal?" Val says, catching her breath a little.

"I can't..." Emily starts.

"Look, you have ten minutes until I'm walking out the front door to the club, either with or without you." Val says, getting a little impatient now.

"What. You can't..." Emily begins.

"Ten minutes!" Val shouts as she walks away to get back to the kitchen.

Emily shuts the door quickly and gets back to changing, not wanting to be left behind in these strangers' apartment. She swiftly unhooks her bra and removes it, adjusting the top to cover her breasts as best as possible. It's a tight fit, given her boobs are bigger than her friends (even after the boob-job Val got in college), but she manages to cover up all the important parts. With that done, Emily does her make-up and takes one last look at herself in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. It may not be what she usually goes for, but damn does she look good in it.

The moment she starts walking towards the kitchen, she hears Val and her friend whispering to each other frantically.

"Swallow it quick hoe." Is what she could swear she hears the man whisper as she turns the corner to the kitchen.

Val suddenly pops up from behind the kitchen counter. Her make-up looks a little messier once more, with her eyeliner seemingly having run down her face a little and her lipstick smeared even more than before. Emily being as drunk and naive as she is doesn't suspect a thing.

"Wow, looking good girl. Looks like all those midnight ice-cream tubs have stayed in all the right places." Her friend says supportively.

She's right of course, Emily has indeed put on some break-up weight which has only seemed to grow her ass and breasts.

"Thanks. What can I do with this?" Emily says timidly, holding up her bra.

Val's friend remains silent but looks Emily up and down as if she were a piece of meat, a sly grin on his face at the sight of her bra.

"Just leave it here, we can come back and pick it up on the way home." Val says, snatching it off her friend and tossing it on the couch.

"I'm just gonna use the bathroom and then we can get going." Val says, rushing off before Emily can protest to being left with a stranger.

The two of them stand together in silence whilst they wait for Val, the man continuing to stare Emily up and down whilst she looks around the room nervously. At one point her eyes catch on what appears to be a pink thong sticking out of the man's pants pocket. When he notices her staring at it he tucks it further in to hide it.

A few minutes later and Val comes back out of the bathroom with her make-up looking good as new. With the two of them ready to go out, she grabs her friend by the hand and leads her to the door.

"Thanks so much Tyrone, we'll be back later." Val says with a smile.

"Looking forward to it." Tyrone says with a grin.