Beginning of the night

This is great, I grinned ecstatically, four beautiful girls to have fun with for the next six hours who would do whatever I wanted. Sipping at my bottle of beer, I strode from the cramped kitchen into the great room and looked upon my companions: Jessica leaning back on the torn and stained recliner, Melissa laid out on the ratty loveseat, Mary sitting cross-legged on the floor with a book in hand, and Katie just sitting down next to Melissa. Thank God it’s a four-day weekend, I thought wistfully. I could keep the girls longer of course, since each girl only needed a drop every six hours and the bottle was brand new, but my roommate would have a cow. The bottle of ‘special stuff’ was very expensive.

“Well, first things first,” I said, my eyes roving about the bottle and can strewn floor and my nose twitching at the odiferous offal of spilled beer. “We need to get this place cleaned up, now don’t we ladies?”

“We?” Jessica opened a bright blue eye. “It’s your place. You clean it.”

“Nah,” I smirked wickedly. “You, Jessica, will clean it up. Pick up all the cans and bottles lying about this room and the kitchen also. Oh, and you should take off that slinky black dress of yours as well. No need to spill any beer on it, is there?”

“No, there isn’t,” the girl with the dirty blonde hair said, standing up from the recliner. I watched her unzip the back of her dress, unfazed by my presence as the young woman stripped down to her black stockings and thong.

“Jessica,” Mary said, looking up from her book as her friend neatly laid her dress on the arm of the dark brown recliner, her gold-flecked green eyes round with worry. “What are you doing?”

“Cleaning up like Victor told me to,” the young woman shrugged as she bent over to pick up an empty Labatt bottle. “What about it?”

“Why?” the brunette gasped.

“He told me to,” she said simply.

“What did you do?” Mary said furiously. “I’ve told her all about you, Fungus, and your sick little perversions. I’ve told all of them.” Great, I thought, I’ve been slandered here, too. I should have remembered that I had graduated from high school with Mary. Perhaps it would be better to be honest, I mulled. For one, none of the girls would remember anything that would happen after waking up later. Secondly, according to my roommate’s note, he had told them not to leave and only obey me for the night’s duration.