Bret who?

One second Liam was wrestling with the impossible reality of Bret on his lap, the next his lips were on his, firm and soft. The scent he'd vaguely registered earlier on him was intoxicating. That pretty mouth was on his and the sensation went straight to his already painfully hard cock.

The one hand that had been resting on his shoulder slid up to cup the back of his neck as the other arm tightened around him. He could feel the subtle give of the fabric that hinted at the false breasts beneath as they pressed into his chest.

It was all too much for Liam to process any more, and he stopped thinking. In that moment, he was being eagerly kissed by a beautiful maid that was rubbing her ass into his hard cock. His own hands, which had been hovering in useless surprise, found their place. One landed on her waist while he other instinctively went to her thigh just above the garter clip he’d been obsessing over. He gave her thigh a little squeeze, causing a muffled sound that seemed to Liam to be something between a gasp and a moan.

He kissed her back with an intensity built from a night of her teasing. The taste of her lipstick mingled with the beer on her breath. He pulled her body into his and he felt her shift in his lap against his cock.

"If she wants the girlfriend experience, then Britney is going to have it," he thought as his tongue pressed against the entrance of her mouth.

“What in the actual fuck?” Darcy’s voice pierced the haze of lust clouding Liam's mind.

Britney pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily, her eyes wide and her expression hard to read. Her hands were on his shoulders as she pulled herself away.

The air around their little corner crackled with tension. Mandy had her hand clamped over her mouth, eyes wide, while Geo was baffled. Dustin was practically vibrating with glee, and Adam and Wendy just looked stunned.

“Liam?” Darcy’s voice was dangerously quiet now, a low hiss. “What is this?” She gestured vaguely, contemptuously, at Britney, who remained perched on Liam’s lap.