Go home

You leave work immediately. If they fire you, they fire you. What you're about to do is at the request of your President... right?

The drive to Carrie feels like the longest commute of your life. Your heart throbs. Your cock throbs. You have no idea what you're going to encounter there. Except Carrie and her sister Elle. But then what? Are they going to be gung-ho and ready to go? Are they going to be upset? Maybe Elle came over to get further convinced by you. If so, what would you say? Maybe they've already made a video? No, they why would they call you? Right?

Your mind can barely keep up with itself. But you'll know what your reality is when you get there and open that door.

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When you do so, you find Carrie sitting casually on the couch in a t-shirt and jeans. Elle is next to her in jeans and a blouse. You've always found them both attractive. But now, sitting next to each other, knowing what you know about the potential of your immediate future, you can barely think.

They smile when they see you. So far things seem... polite.

Then Carrie speaks. "Thankkk god. We need someone to hooold the ccamera, right?" She slurs. She's a little tipsy. Maybe more than a little tipsy.

"Guess so." Elle responds, giving you a knowing look, slurring a little, but not as much. "So... it's an interesting idea you had."

You shrug. You try to play it cool. "She said she wanted to do something without having to..."

"I know what she said." Elle interrupts you half accusingly, half playful. You've never really seen her this way before. "You know, I was going to make my video tomorrow. So I guess it's a good thing she called me today."

"Is it?" You try to keep it together. This looks like it's really happening.

"Yup. Had some guys from work coming over and everything." Elle says, as if it's turning her on to tell you this. "I may have to cancel with them."

"Well I'm sure they'll underst...."

"Yeah?" Elle gives you a sly smile. "You try texting and calling 26 guys and telling them you're cancelling their fun."

You close your eyes. Did she just really say that? Is this reality now? How quickly President Hardcore has turned things upside down. Your cock throbs.

Then Carrie gives her sister a shove. "Let'ssss go. Enough takling." She shoots you a look. "Get out your pphone. Let's jusssst do this!"

And you grab your phone. But you feel this sense of uncertainty. Is two drunk girls falling over each other going to be enough to appease the President? Especially when you're breaking his rules and flaunting it?