Open Mic Night

Randy and Vanessa headed off campus to a hip coffee shop. It was open-mic poetry night and a woman was reading a poem about the saving the planet from "asshole's of greed and corpulence."

When she finished there was polite applause, and Randy walked up on stage. "You need to stay here," he told the poetress. He took the mic. "Sorry for the interruption, but I have an imporant piece that needs to be read now. Vanessa, come help me."

Vanessa came up on stage, and Randy whispered into her ear. She giggled.

"What's your name?" Randy asked the woman on stage.

"Kate."

"OK, Kate, you need to stand here and let us do whatever we want. This is performance art, and you are the star, and you'll love it."

Randy spoke into the microphone.

"This is Kate. Her birth control means she's never late. She has small but tingly tits."

After he said that, Vanessa pulled Kate's top down to reveal her small A cup breasts.

"Her panties are boring and plain...."

Vanessa pulled Kate's panties down to Kate's ankles. The panties ull cut navy blue with white polka dots.

"But anal sex drives her insane."
"She craves cum on her face, and cocks she will chase."
"She'll fuck any guy who writes her some verse."
"Her nymphomania is not a curse."
"Mouth, pussy, or ass, she'll fuck you with no sass."
"She can take on three guys at a time, and being a fuck toy inspires her rhyme."
"Thank you, and all of that is true about Kate. It was a great poem, no?"
The crowd applauded.

Randy turned to Kate. "They love you like this. Keep the top of your dress down and your panties at your ankles for the rest of the night."

"Thank you," said Kate.

Randy and Vanessa got some drinks and watched to see if they could find more coffee shop open mic fun.