The life of a single, very single girl

A breathless Annie slams the door of her apartment shut and flips the locks closed with shaky hands. What just happened couldn't have happened. Emily didn't lose her mind and start aggressively fucking the male stripper. Her friends didn't break into a spontaneous orgy. She definitely didn't see Sarah and Celeste and the stripper turn into inhuman beasts as madness fully descended on her bachelorette party. But it did. She was alone, her friends were possessed, and Jack was away for the weekend. Fucking great. Now what?

Tell someone? Yes, officer, there's a suspicious orgy at the Neon Star. I think my friends and maybe a bunch of other people may be transformed into sex beasts, find a bunch of exorcists and a vat of holy water. No, I feel fine, really. Leave town? Where would she go? Which leaves her and the four walls of her apartment and a mountain of helplessness. And some horniness. The stripper hadn't disappointed before things took their huge turn into the bizarre, and she had definitely wanted to get up close with that monster. The good kind. The way he had taken control of Emily, plunged that thick cock into her until he owned her. Annie shivers. She loved Jack, she hoped they'd spend the rest of their lives together, of course she did. But she could also dream on that mountain of dick if she, you know, pushed aside the whole inhuman thing.

She could reacquaint herself with her vibrator, but something tells her it's not the best idea. Which is how she finds herself in her pajamas, 45 minutes and two wine glasses into a rom-com she's seen twice, antsy and wondering what the co-star would be like in bed and in general not doing a very good job of taking her mind off the rest of the evening. She startles at the blare of the intercom.

"Yes?" she says, after carefully making her way to the device.

"Hey girl! You missed a crazy time at the club," Sarah' voice says. "Who knew Emily had that in her, right? She and the stripper just kinda swept the rest of us up. But we didn't forget about our special girl! The night is young, so let's hit a bar and get some drinks and some dicks!"

"I'm not feeling so good," Annie says. "Maybe it was the shrimp? So maybe another night. Rain check?"

"Boo! All right. More cocks for us, ladies!" Sarah says as the conversation tails off. Annie walks back to her movie relieved but also with jangly nerves. Despite Sarah's breezy farewell, Annie barely has restarted the rom-com when she hears voices and footsteps in the hallway. There's a knock on a door, but it's surprisingly not her own. Knocks?

She catches snippets of conversation in the hallway from what she figures are her friends talking with her neighbors. Tiptoeing over to her door, through the peephole she sees Emily and Celeste chatting with Grace, who has her door cracked open. They look ... normal. Sexy but themselves, in control. She wants to throw the door open, laugh with them about the hallucinations she surely had at the club. And yet ... she can feel a disquieting pull that makes her heart skip. It's not logical but she knows her friends are more than before, a darkness hidden within calling out to her. And as if Celeste can sense her, too, she winks at Annie's door as Grace steps aside and lets the pair of women inside.

If Celeste and Emily are here, where are the others? Again the answer comes quickly because she can hear with impossible clarity that Sarah, Karen and Deborah are making small talk with her neighbors Tommy and Michael. Or talk, anyway. The pair of university students has never struck her as having an adept touch with the ladies, but her friends are lobbing inane chatter at the duo, who stumble through replies.

"I mean, we were going to go to Down Time, but Annie wasn't feeling up to it. We could have gone without her," she hears Deborah say, "but Karen had an idea. A sexy idea." Karen, the reserved one in their circle? "What if we bring the fun close to home and show her she should be out here with her besties and not stuck in her apartment alone?"

"Uh, OK, I'm not quite following what ... oh, wow," she hears lanky Michael say. After rustling and a clunk come a series of slurps and disbelieving oaths that leave little doubt as to what's going on. "Now you're going to lick these titties while Karen takes care of that beautiful cock," Sarah says, in case there was any misunderstanding.

"When's the last time you licked a pussy, Tommy? Get over here and get to work," Deborah says. From there the women keep up a running commentary to make their seduction — domination? — crystal clear. So Annie can almost see the engorged Michael push into Karen's hot needy cunt while Sarah diddles her own dripping slit. Or a naked Deborah slide onto Tommy's shaft and start to ride the overweight black man. Or Sarah tease Michael's ass as he continues to take Karen deep and hard. Annie's hand wanders to her own pussy, which sings out to her as she drinks in her friends' uncharacteristic actions next door. She moans as her fingers trace the familiar places. She pulls off her PJ bottoms and sticky panties and stumbles to the couch, closes her eyes and plunges her fingers between the wet lips. Annie surfs a wave of pleasure under her hand as the fucking grows more intense.

Her fingers tease her clit as she knows without sight that Emily and Celeste are sandwiching Grace, their hands groping the petite Indian woman in her apartment. That the flabbergasted Grace can't figure out why she's so turned on, why she's letting the virtual strangers open her shirt and taste her lips and squeeze her ass.

That Sarah is reveling in Karen licking her pussy as she looks at a slimmer Tommy slamming into Deborah from behind while watching his roommate enjoy a threesome. Annie rubs herself toward orgasm as her mind's eye sees Grace's claiming, the other women occupying her mouth and hands and pussy, the scene every bit as raunchy as the club she fled.

"Mmm, I knew the only thing wrong was that you need to get fucked," Annie hears Megan say. Which is insane, since she's in her apartment alone and Megan isn't here. "I knew you had a slutty side waiting to come out. So why don't you open that door and let that girl loose like we did. Stop playing with that wet pussy and someone else take care of your sexy self." Megan sounds so close... and then Annie sees her ... it? The new Megan is somehow floating outside her window, leathery wings keeping her aloft with a lazy beat. Her hands play with giant jade breasts while a tail languidly dips between her legs. She licks her lips, allowing Annie to see sharp fangs peeking out, which is when Annie comes to her senses and jumps up to lower and lock the window. Megan seems unfazed, keeping up her aerial masturbation. If anything she throws herself deeper into passion as Annie watches her mutated friend.

"Now which one of you studs wants my sweet demon pussy?" Sarah says next door. Annie hears only grunts and a bubbling laugh. Her friends have brought the insanity from the club to her home and seem to have her surrounded. Even if she got down the hallway to the stairs, she'd still need to elude Megan outside. The same helpless panic wells up again and mixes with arousal. She's been horny most of the night, and knowing that people are having sex in at least two apartments around her isn't helping, even if her beastly friends were the ones running the show. Because she can't deny the aura of sexy power wafting off their demonized forms.

"Give up those little souls and you can be drowning in pussy," Sarah says as if on cue. "Yeah, fucking stuff my little twat with that meat. Paint me with that sweet demon seed! Oh, fuck yes, you motherfucker, praise Lilith! Enjoy being the big man on campus tomorrow, but first Deb here is a little lonely." A squeal signals the end of that state as the small orgy next door rolls on. Annie wonders if things across the hall are proceeding apace when she hears a familiar grate and rattle, the doorknob shakes and to her horror starts to turn.