You've had your fun here; Time to hit the town.

"Oh I wouldn't worry about it," you say. Surprisingly, the idea of taking them both doesn't appeal to you quite as much as you thought. Instead, you decide to try your hand (and penis, presumably,) at finding hot women around town. "I've got plans to fuck up a storm elsewhere. But if you're truly in need later," you say, giving Amanda a playful slap on the ass, "I can come back and take care of you." Amanda laughs, and gives you a smile.

"Okay John, whatever you want. I'll be here if you decide you want me."

Your cock twitches in disappointment, but you push down the feeling. There will be plenty of women to fuck. You go to your room, change into a simple t-shirt and jeans, and throw on some shoes. You clean yourself up a bit; you wouldn't want the women to be controlled and fucked by an unhygienic John Doe after all. When you're all dressed and ready to go, you return to the living room to get your keys, noticing that Amanda and Meghan have let themselves out. You make a mental note to find them later. Exiting and locking your apartment, you head down to the parking garage. As you walk to your car you can hear a couple of voices coming from that direction.

"-- that's not what I meant, baby you know that." The voice is male, you don't recognize it. As you round a concrete pillar to the row with your car, you see your friend Lydia standing there with a guy you've not seen before.

"It sure sounds like that's what you meant. Honestly David, I can't believe you." Lydia sounds mad, whatever they're talking about. This David guy seems genuinely uncomfortable, but is at least standing his ground. He notices you coming and makes a half-hearted gesture in your direction. They're between you and your car, so you'll have to pass them as they argue.

"Oh what is it David? What could possibly -- John!" Lydia turns and spots you. "Oh God, sorry. Just ignore us." Lydia is now facing you, giving you a good look at her. She's wearing a tight grey dress with a high neck that wraps around her body quite nicely. She's on the shorter side, maybe 5' 4", and is wearing simple flat shoes that don't add anything to her height. Her pleasantly shaped hips and C-cup breasts are straining ever so slightly against the sweater-like fabric, giving her overall shape nice curves in all the right places. As much as you wish you could ignore her like she asks, you decide that apathy isn't in the cards right now.

"Hey Lydia." You say, "Everything okay here?"

"Yeah," she responds. She throws an annoyed glance at David. "Just a little trouble in paradise."

"Anything I can help with?" you say, hoping she'll clue you into the cause of her ire. David speaks up in response.

"She just doesn't get men dude," he says, crossing his arms and looking a bit annoyed. "You try to be nice to someone and this happens."

"How's that?" you ask. Lydia is even more annoyed now, her eyes angrier and fixed on David.

"David here," She begins, with a tone implying guilt before stating a charge, "saw Amanda walking around naked in the hallway upstairs and made a lewd comment like I would just be okay with it." You're surprised -- you didn't expect Amanda to remain naked after her little show. You can't say that upsets you, but its clearly caused an issue now. You begin formulating a plan to smooth over the situation. While you think, you look to David who's now on the defensive.

"Babe, I was nervous, I told you that. I didn't know what to say to a naked woman just walking around outside our door. I figured it was like, a confidence thing. So I complemented her. What's so wrong about that?" Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Everything! Just... avert your gaze or something." Lydia's logic displeases David, evidently. He seems to entrench mentally. "And certainly you could have gone without the compliment. I'm just offended you would do that in front of me, before our day out together!" You decide to see what you can do, with your mind powers and all.

"Well Lydia, I probably should let you know that I was the one who told Amanda to be naked. She was giving me a striptease for the better part of the morning." Lydia softened at the explanation.

"Oh..." She says, relaxing some. "That makes sense then. I mean at least it wasn't some weird reason." David looks vindicated hearing your version of events.

"Yeah," you continue, "and of course if I told her to be naked I can't expect other men not to comment on how good she looks. That is, after all, why I got her naked in the first place." Lydia nods her head, accepting your explanation. David chimes in:

"See sweetheart? Thanks man, I knew there must have been some reason for it." You push further in your version of events.

"Yeah, I can understand some confusion. But hey, I've got an idea that should smooth things over, so you guys don't have to worry about this any more." Lydia perks up at the idea.

"What did you have in mind?" She asks.

"Well, obviously if I have Amanda giving me a striptease and walking about naked it would be unfair not to share her. So David, if you want, you could go find her upstairs and have your way with a hole or two of hers real quick. It would only be right, what with you having gotten in trouble over something so trivial." David gives you an appreciative stare. Lydia turns to him, then back to you. She doesn't seem phased by the suggestion, it coming from you and all.

"That sounds like a great idea," he says. "Where would she be?"

"Meghan's place, I think."

"I'll head up there now then. Meet you back down here babe?" Lydia nods her agreement. David takes his leave of you, and heads around the corner for the elevators. You face Lydia, alone now. The next step is obvious.