Honesty always made the best policy

“Sadly,” I said with a small smile, “You all have to do as I say tonight. It’s, well, something of a gift from my roommate, Devlin, for leaving me with the mess. There’s not too much you can do about it.”

“Please,” the young woman rolled her gold-flecked green eyes. “That’s not possible.”

“Oh?” I arched an eyebrow. “Then why is Jessica picking up the empties in only her stockings and panties? Did you already forget what your friend told you as to why?”

“Oh. My. God,” Mary paled. “I can’t believe. I just can’t fucking believe it. You bastard. How could you do this to us? You perverted, sick little prick.” She glowered at me.

“I told you,” I grimaced in return. “Devlin doped your drinks, not me. I don’t know where he gets the stuff, but I’ve seen it work before and it does a damn fine job.”

“It doesn’t matter,” the young woman barked. “You’re still a perverted freak for taking advantage of us.”

“I have yet to take advantage of you,” I remarked dryly. “Besides, I have less than six hours to enjoy your fine company. This stuff doesn’t work forever and even if I could screw you all in that amount of time, I don’t think I have the stamina.”

“You said you’ve seen this drug in action before?” Melissa asked. “Could you tell us when?”

“Since it won’t matter if I tell you or not,” I said. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you. It was, oh, several months ago after a party over on Seventh. You and Jessica might remember being there. I saw Dev slip something, I wasn’t sure what at the time, into your beers and a couple of hours later, the two of you were giving a number of drunks quite a show by sixty-nining each other.”

“Why won’t it matter?” Katie asked with a frown.

“Because when the six hours is up,” I explained. “The four of you will forget everything that would have happened under the drug. You’ll wake up after an hour and think that you’ll have passed out towards the end of the party.”

“So why are you telling us all this?” Jessica asked, several bottles in her hands.

“I decided it would be better to start out the evening on the right foot,” I said.

“Maybe he’s not the perv you say he is, Mary,” Katie shrugged. “He’s being awfully decent so far.”

“He told Jessica to clean up this pigsty without her dress on!” the brunette cried. “You don’t think that’s perverted?”

“I don’t mind,” Melissa’s blonde-haired friend said softly. “Some of these bottles are at least half full and I wouldn’t want to spill beer on my dress and, well, I kind of like to show off when men are around.”

“Something of an exhibitionist, are we?” I said.

“A little,” Jessica said, blushing softly.

“Welcome to the wonderful world of Mary’s perversions,” I chuckled.

“My perversions!” the brown-haired girl screeched. “You’re the perverted one, Fungus! I remember all the filth I heard about you in high school, you freak!”

“You heard,” I said coldly. “There was nothing wrong with me, except the nervousness I felt whenever I thought I had a chance to ask a girl out. Yet you heard stories about me. You were only in my senior year, a transfer from the private school. You know nothing about me.”

“I know why they called you the Fungus,” Mary glared at me.

“Please,” I said darkly. “Educate me. I would like to know why I have a nickname that causes such a foul taste on my tongue.”