Give it over

Semi reluctantly, you pass the phone over to Layla.

Smirking, she looks down at the screen, tapping it a few times. After a moment, she holds the camera out, takes a selfie, then brings the camera back in close. Her thumbs starting to fly

Ethan watches in horror for a moment, not sure what is unfolding in front of him. “What are you doing…”

“Drunk texting a girl half my age,” Layla answers, not looking up from the screen. “Would you excuse me for a moment?” Not setting the phone down, she starts to stand up, wobbling dangerously. “They say wine goes to your head, but it always seems to find my bladder.”

Phone in hand, she rises to her feet, padding across the floor to the washroom, turning the corner and disappearing from sight.

Alone. Ethan starts to worry.

What did he do by giving her the phone?

A sound cuts the silence, catching Ethan’s ear. A loud crashing stream of water that doesn't sound like, well, what it should. What’s Layla doing with his phone?

Ethan pulls himself up off the couch, following the sound, he reaches the corner and rounds it, his heart skipping a beat.

{if Gay =1}Across the hall the bathroom door is ajar, and standing just on the other side is Layla relieving herself. Standing, because she’s using her cock to take a piss. Ethan swallows hard. Despite fully believing his eyes before, this only helped cement it: Layla wasn't as she seemed. Twisting around the corner, Ethan feels his already red face grow hotter.{endif}

{if Gay >1}Across the hall the bathroom door is ajar, and standing just on the other side is Layla relieving herself. Standing. Ethan can’t see much, the angle far from perfect, but he can hear the steady stream coming out from what can only be a… Gasping, Ethan twists back around the corner, his flush face turning a rich crimson.

Layla has a cock.{endif}

The stream stops, and a few seconds later the toilet flushes. ‘Fuck,’ Ethan thinks, staggering his way back to the couch.