Now that you've fucked Alexis... what's next?

Alexis slides off you and sucks the juices off of your cock, puckering her injection filled lips and swirling the creamy froth of jism and pussy slick with her tongue. She hikes up her schoolgirl outfit micro skirt, pops her too-tiny brassiere back on, and you locate your clothes too.

Post coital with Alexis is uncomplicated, you don't even need to talk to her. She jiggles as she pulls on her G-string and you give her naked ass cheeks a playful slap.

In the Delta Delta sorority house above, the party is hitting its stride. Loud music is blaring and you can hear **** voices conversing and laughing loudly. You check your phone, returning some texts to your minor **** dealing underlings, and Alexis drinks an old slug of vodka she's stashed down here (or it could be someone else's).

"Got more blow?" Alexis has her own baggie, half a dozen baggies, from your delivery, but she's smart enough to know to milk her 'BabyDaddy' while you're still in the same place. You square up a nice fat hit of cocaine, using her crucifix necklace. Alexis snorts: "Fuck yeah, god I love coke".

Alexis produces some keys from her bag and it seems she is on her way out.

"Not going to the party?" you wonder aloud. "Maybe we can go have some fun elsewhere..."