A very kinky couple.

Standing in the doorway is a woman. Probably in her early to mid thirties. She's fairly attractive, with dark hair cut stylishly just above her shoulder and a nice set of tits pulling against the front of her slightly too-small t-shirt. Otherwise she's wearing a pair of tiny shorts and nothing else. "Well, hello, there," she purrs, looking you over. "Aren't you a little treat? I should ask what you're doing here in the middle of the night, but from the ruckus you've been making, I think we both know you're just **** for some action." She narrows her eyes suspiciously. "You're not some kind of crack-whore or anything, right? You clean?"

You stare, dumbstruck. "Uh, no... ah, I mean, yes. I'm clean. And I'm not a whore; I just need some help. See, I was here seeing... someone, and now I'm locked out, can't get back in, I have no car or phone, and I just need a ride home. And maybe if I could borrow some—" You cut off as a shirtless man walks to the door beside the woman. Your blush deepens. 'Wow, he's hot.'

He's a good several inches taller than you, and handsome, with beautiful green eyes. Your own eyes wander along his broad, not-too hairy chest to his toned and muscled arms and you wonder how easily he might be able to pick you up. He's in great shape overall, with more than just a hint of abs showing despite a touch of gray in his hair. A proper man.

He isn't shy about ogling you, either, drinking in the sight of you hungrily. He puts his arm on the woman's shoulder and gives her a rather sensuous kiss on the neck that makes her shudder. "Honey, who is this? Did you plan this? For me? Because you're..." He grins at you, staring directly at your tits. "She's hot!"

You raise an arm to cover yourself a little, but can't help but feel warm under his eager stare. Like he's hungry and you're on the menu. A proper man indeed.

She responds, turning fully to look at the man in a way that keeps you from seeing her face. "I don't know, she just kind of showed up. She says she needs help getting home, the poor thing. No clothes... no phone... all alone. She needs us to give her a ride." You hear some odd inflection in some of her words, and start to get the impression that something weird is happening.

The man's face lights up. "Ah, yes. Well, we certainly can't turn down a cry for help, now can we? Especially not from such a..." he looks over your body again, his gaze lingering on your various piercings, "...sweet young lady." He steps aside to hold the door open for the woman.

She steps into the hallway to gently take both your hands. "I think we can help you, darling." she says, and steps backwards, drawing you back inside with her. "We'll just need you to help us finish a little game we were playing, and then we'll take you right home."

Both of them seem friendly, and you can't deny they're attractive, especially the man. But you also feel that something very odd is happening.