Oh shit, Alice

After you take a second to recover from painting Sarah's face with your sperm, you remember that you abandoned John and Daphne as they were just about to fuck. That's not good.

"This was fun," Sarah says. "We should do it again sometime."

"Yeah, absolutely," you say as you get your pants on. "I have to go check on Alice, sorry."

"No worries," Sarah says. "I'll clean myself off and see you later, maybe?"

You feel yourself get hot. "That sounds fun."

Sarah winks one cummy eye as she wipes your jizz off her face with your finger. "Tell Alice I say hi."

You rush back to the dance floor in the vain hope that Daphne hasn't taken off with John yet, but they're nowhere to be found. You run to the bar, but find that no-one's there, either. Uh oh. That isn't a good sign.

"Felicity!" you say when you finally find her. "Have you seen Alice?"

"Yeah," Felicity says. "I think she went out back? That was the last time I saw her, at least. The party's almost over, so we're gonna have to clean up soon."

"Yeah, no problem," you say, mostly ignoring her. You rush to the backdoor of the club and push your way outside to find a shocking display waiting for you.

John is leaning against the dumpster out back, his eyes closed and a douchey smile on his face. In front of him is Alice, on her knees, her ass almost on the ground. She's topless, even in the chilly October air, with one hand in her panties and the other stroking John's shaft vigorously as she sucks his balls.