Get out of there.

Your eyes flash from her delicious cock and the door. Your inner voice fighting over what you should do. “Why do I want her cock so much? I like girls.” Your thumb wipes the drool from your lip. You shake your head and blink. The door. Next to the door you see the cutest pair of 6” platform heel mules. They look cheaply made, a cast off of an old stripper costume perhaps. They are made of clear plastic with little glitter stars inside of the blocky platform under the toes. Quickly you yank on the clothes. They don’t fit, not really, made for a smaller person the leggings end half way down your calves and the tight tank top leaves your sexy midriff bare. Sliding your toes into the shoes you silently pull the door open.

The moon is high and seems full it is so bright yet you can see the shadow of the earth across it. “Weird.” The world to too well lit. You can tell it is night but you can see clearly. Expertly you stride into the night air on heels tall enough your mind says it should be harder to walk. Past a car that seems oddly familiar you stroll down the driveway and onto the street. You walk a bit then speed up into a jog. You have no idea where you are going.

Time passes. Your mind wonders. None of the buildings are familiar. “Where am I?”

Some time later a voice breaks your haze. “Hey baby how much for a blow job?” You slow to a walk and look at the voice. Two men, college kids for sure, in jeans and t-shirts sit on a wooden deck on the side of a large apartment building, beers in hand, a small cooler behind one of them. They both laugh at the apparently hilarious question.