To the parking garage

"For such a slim girl she's amazingly difficult to move around," Trent grunted.

"I'm not having any trouble," Kyle reported.

"That's because you're groping her, not lifting," Trent retorted.

Jay shook his head, eying Trent as he tried to sling the now **** Amanda. They'd slipped her a roofie before Trent began his fireman impression.

"Drop her," he ordered.

Trent glared, "You have a better idea? You think you can move her?" he asked challengingly.

Jay nodded, opening her closet. "Nice. Thigh-highs, fishnets, mini, tube-top." Taking out the armload he dumped them on the floor.

"Good idea, she's sure to react to you messing up her place. It'll spark her into action," Trent said sarcastically.

"Amanda!" Jay yelled, making them jump. "Wake up!"

"Jay, are you crazy?" Trent asked, the lunged to grab his friend as the other boy slapped her ass with a sound like a rifle-shot. Trent's lunge took him over the dumped clothing, and he stumbled on the boots, falling heavily atop the comatose girl.

Amanda squealed, half-turning to mutter, "Whazza?"

"Good job, Trent!" Jay beamed, then turned to the girl. "Get up."

"Huh?" she stared at him with barely open eyes.

"Get dressed and come with us. We're taking you home."

"Home?" she repeated, and crawled to the clothes.

By the time Amanda finished dressing Kyle's dick was poking straight out like a steel rod and Amanda was the giant magnet.

"Amazing," Kyle breathed.

"For God's sake cover up!" Trent snapped, tossing some girly blouse over the erection. Seeing the blouse seeming suspended in air somehow seemed worse.

"Amanda, put on make-up." Jay commanded. "And Kyle, re-arranged the package."

"Huh?" Kyle blinked, then turned red, whipping off the blouse covering himself and pushing the dick into a modicum of respectable positioning.

Amanda, meanwhile, slathered on makeup with a drunken hand, making herself look like a harlot.

"Gorgeous," Jay praised. "Now, stand up and walk."

"'kay," Amanda mumbled. "Tired."

"Don't worry, we'll be there soon," Jay assured her, and positioned himself on one side of her while Trent took the other. Kyle took up rear-guard and avidly ogled her butt the whole way to the elevator.

By the time the foursome made it to the garage-level the boys were sweating and Amanda was thoroughly out of it again.