"No"

You can't compete with that. You just can't fathom calling twenty people you know and offering them a gangbang, even if it is with Scarlett Johansson.

Gorgeous, beautiful, famous, sweat and spit covered Scarlett Johansson who shrugs at you and says "Sorry." Then she turns to Jeb. "Can I put on some clothes before we go?"

Jeb chuckles, his big fat belly jiggles. "Honeycunt, the only thing yer wearing from here to Florida is cum. Understand."

Scarlett takes a deep breath. "Yessir."

And just like that the two are out the door and gone.

Your epic night with Scarlett Johansson is over. At times great, at times terrible, entirely inconceivable and something you'll remember forever.

And that's that. Time for life to return to normal. If it can. You're not sure if it can.

For the next two weeks you jerk off every day, thinking about your night with Scarlett. As time passes, you find yourself forgetting the bad parts and focusing on the good parts. The feeling of her twat wrapped around your throbbing cock. Or the sound she made as you fucked her famous throat.

You start to wonder if maybe you should retire from dating. After all, nothing will compare to the one strange, sexy night you had with Scarlett.

You're thinking this at work, two weeks later when the door opens. You think nothing of it, until you hear a familiar voice.

"I owe you an apology."