Answer the door

Sean Li hoped Tiffany would answer the door and not one of her parents. He'd seen her little Miata parked outside, so he knew she was back from college.

Sean had lived across from the Thompsons for years and gone to high-school with Tiffany. She'd always kept him securely in the friend zone. But they'd both been in college for over a year now! They were both different people! Surely he had a chance now!

Mr. Thompson answered. Fuck. He looked really weird, his face all scratched up but not as judgemental as he usually appeared when seeing Sean.

"May I help you, Sir?" He asked.

"Um, is Tiffany here, Mr. Thompson?" said Sean. "I wanted to say 'hi' since she's back from college."

"I am Roger the Butler," Mr. Thompson clarified. "Master Norman was teaching Miss Tiffany to be a drunken slut, but as he appears to have achieved a state of unconsciousness, Miss Tiffany may be available. Please follow me, Sir."

Sean didn't know whar to say to that. But apparently he didn't need to say anything, as Mr. Thompson turned sharply and led him inside. Sean followed, pausing only a moment to lock the door behind them.

Loud 80s music was coming from the bonus room where Sean and Tiffany and others from their friend group used to study for finals. They must be having a party. Was Mr. Thompson acting so weird because of some weird party game?

Sean's jaw dropped. Apparently the party included a stripper. A naked redhead with massive fake tits was gyrating by the television.

"A guest to see Miss Tiffany," Roger Thompson announced formally.

"Thas me!" Slurred Sean's former classmate, drawing wis gaze from the stripper to see that Tiffany was quite naked and had a massive rack of her own.

The blonde was thoroughly sloshed had holding a half empty vodka bottle. She screwed up her face at Sean, then brightened in recognition.

"Hey! Iss Sean! " she exclaimed.

She staggered towards him tits-first, threw her arms around him and stuck her tongue in his mouth. Sean was confused as fuck but damned if he was going to reject what he'd dreamed of for forever. He kissed her bacl and let his hands explore her bare backside.

She broke of the kiss and grinned at him with bleary eyes.

"Hi, Sean! I'm a drunken slut!" She announced, then vomited all over the front of his shirt.

Sean again was at a complete loss as to what to do. Tiffany suffered from no such reservations, though. She wiped her mouth on his sleeve, mumbled "susesmee" then staggered towards the big cardboard box of liquor bottles.

"Mr. Thompson? " Sean exclaimed, deciding he was tge closest thing to sane here. "What the fuck happened to Tiffany? "

"It’s Roger, Sir," reminded Mr. Thompson. "And Master Norm wished for my daughter to be stupid and horny with large fake titties. He then proceeded to teach her to be a drunken slut, as is his perogative, I'm sure. Both my wife and myself are quite happy with the choices The Master made for our daughter. Of course. "

It was then that Sean noticed the hairy drunk passed out on the floor. There was a weird bone near his hand. With all the other weirdness, that shouldn't have drawn his attention, yet something about it was... compelling?