Total Disaster

It seems that winning the contest had used up all your luck and Mr Murphy has come knocking on your door.

As you were leaving to go pick up Alice, you managed to get the sleeve of your pristine white shirt caught in a loose nail in the door.

"Fuck!" You muttered under your breath. Seeing no alternative but to change into another shirt, you turned around and headed back upstairs to your room.

Flinging your wardrobe open, you fished out the least wrinkled shirt and hurriedly slip it on. It was a nice little pink shirt but in your haste, you failed to notice that you buttoned it up wrong.

The next hit came as you were driving down the street and you heard a loud bang. Suddenly it became difficult to steer the vehicle. At least you managed to pull up next to the curb.

As you exited the vehicle, you groan inwardly as you noticed the deflated front-left tire. Resigned to your fate, you trudge along to the boot of your car and haul out a spare tire and a jack.

After 20 exhausting minutes, the tire was finally replaced. Your undershirt was soaked through and dark pools of sweat were starting to show under your pits. You realized that you probably should have taken your shirt off before changing the tire.

Getting in the car, you suddenly noticed the glow of the setting sun. "Fuck Im really late!" Starting your engine, you (somewhat ironically) raced off into the sunset.

As you pulled up in front of the local office of Pornstar Services, you see an obviously annoyed Alice sitting on a bench outside. She was wearing a tight sleeveless crop top that hugged her figure well, flaunting what little breast she has. letting you gaze wander down, you note with appreciation that she was wearing a pair of tasteful white jeans that seemed to meld against her shapely legs. You took a second to drink in the sight of her before she happens to notice you.

Being a gentleman, you exited the vehicle and approached her, introducing yourself. "Hi, I'm John Smith, your date for tonight." Given her short stature, Alice had to stand on her tip toes to give you a friendly kiss on the cheek. "Hi, I'm Alice!"

"You seem excited to see me" she giggles.

That's when you noticed the dull ache in you groin, accompanied by a modest tent in your pants. Alice suddenly placed her hands on your chest and starts to run them down your front. Like a deer in headlights, you froze. As quickly as it began, Alice's hand stops just above your belt buckle. she then proceeds to help you re do the buttons that you had so spectacularly fucked up.

"Now you are ready to take me on that date" she giggles as she helps tuck your shirt back into your pants, no doubt feeling your manhood next to her hands. With that she goes to your car and gets into the passenger seat while you struggled to pick up your jaw off the sidewalk before getting into the vehicle.