Of course you do

Saturday comes and you wake up, nervous yet doubtful. You've left the slip of paper with Kristen's address on it on your dresser. There's really no question that you're going to show up and at least check out the situation.

You slip on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans over a nice pair of boxers, just in case someone might see them, as promised. Though Kristen never struck you as particularly trustworthy. This might be some kind of practical joke she likes to play on gullible, horny guys.

But you shrug. What the hell, you think. You've got nothing better to do.

You grab the note, and next to it, the Sasha Grey DVD you took home from work last night. Last time you gave Kristen "Take Me Rough 7" this time you thought you'd go with "Orgy Freak 3" Since Kristen promised a bunch of other girls too. You imagine yourself walking into the room with the DVD, pictures of women getting their asses fucked and faces covered with cum on the cover, shocking everyone and Kristen feigning surprise and disgust too, then kicking you out.

The address Kristen gave you is an upscale condo complex in Beverly Hills. So far, sounds right. You arrive and head and to the unit number on the paper. Unit #69. You hadn't noticed that before. Now you're certain it's all a joke. Part of you feels your doubt vindicated. Part of you feels dumb and disappointed.

But before you know it, you're standing at the door. And there's really nothing left to do other than get it over with. So you knock. And when the door swings open, it takes you a second to fully comprehend what you're seeing.

She's thin and petite with long blonde hair and very pale skin. Dakota Fanning wears nothing but a pink bra and pink panties as she stands at the door and looks up at you smiling. You're shocked. Anyone in sight could see her if they were looking in your direction.

"You must be Kristen's guy right?" She says. And you nod. "Come in" she turns and heads into the swanky condo. You follow, passing through the kitchen, booze on the counter and what looks like a couple dildos on the table, into a living room where four more girls sit waiting for you. Well, maybe not waiting for you personally, you think. But still, they all turn and shoot you a look of satisfaction when they see you arrive. "You need to be introduced?" Dakota says as you look across the room.

You don't. You know who they all are.

Dakota stands next to you in her pink bra and panties.

Kristen sits on the floor, in a tight tank top, exposing the outlines of her nipples, and a pair of small men's boxers.

Across from her, leaning back on the floor, her long brown hair flowing behind her is Ashley Greene, dressed only in a black thong, her beautiful breasts exposed to the room. Seeing them tightens your pants.

But there's more to see. Draped across the couch is the curly redhead Rachelle Lefevre, clad in a pair of short shorts and a green bra. Her legs spread out down the couch and you think they're the longest, prettiest things you've ever seen.

Until the final girl walks into the room. Maggie Grace, walks up next to you, wearing a long t-shirt that stretches down just below her crotch. You have no idea what's underneath it. She holds a drink out to you and smiles.

You take it. You need it. You're surrounded by the cast of Twilight - a series of movies you never particularly liked, but suffered through anyway, mostly on a bunch of bad dates. And as it turns out, it came in handily. Since you know everyone in the room. All these half-naked actresses, who now stare at you with looks of anticipation on their faces.

"He's overdressed." Rachelle says.

"He just got here." Kristen answers.

"I showed up in this." Rachelle responds playfully.

Suddenly you can feel Maggie tugging your shirt up. You turn to her. "She's right. You are." And who are you to argue. You lift your arms above your head and let Maggie Grace slide your t-shirt off your frame.

As the fabric slides before your eyes, you feel someone undoing the button of your jeans. You look down to see Dakota, kneeling in front of you. She slides the zipper down, and then pulls on the sides of your pant legs, letting your jeans fall to the floor below you.

She looks up at you, "Don't get any ideas, I'm just taking them off." And you think how impossible it would be not to get any ideas. Dakota backs off and you step out of your pants. "Besides," She adds. "We don't even know who's going to be Sasha this time."

You can't suppress a look of confusion. "What's that mean?"

"Last time we watched the DVD and decided to replicate everything that Sasha did. But for it to work, one of us had to 'be Sasha' and the others had to do stuff to her." Maggie explains.

"Oh." Your mind fogs up. Is this really happening?

"We've got him. Why can't we all be Sasha?" Ashley Greene finally chimes in.

"You think Sasha's only getting it from one cock in this?" Maggie says, pulling the DVD from your hands, glancing at it.

"Okay then, let's get down to it" Kristen says, "I propose we make our man here pick."

You try to shake your head free of confusion. What did she say? This is all too much. You're still trying to take in the half-naked celebrity bodies in front of you.

"He was nice enough to bring us another movie. Let him pick."

And the girls all stare at you.