You call your girlfriend

"Hello?" she says.

"Hi, it's me." you reply.

"What's up?"

"I'm uh... stuck in a bit of a predicament. You might want to come over,"

"Is it that guy again? Craig?"

"Yes"

"Did he hurt you?"

"No"

"Then what is it?"

"Look, can you just come over? It's kind of embarrassing,"

"Fine, I'll be there in 15 minutes,"

"Great, thanks"

You hang up and walk back into Craig's room.

"Well?" he says shaking his veiny cock.

"She's on her way,"

"Excellent. I can't wait to have some fun with her."

His casual comments about fucking your girlfriend hit you hard while you stand there all dressed up, wig and everything.

The next 15 minutes feel like an eternity. You sit there, watching Craig casually stroke his dick, the scent of his musk permeating the air.

Finally, the doorbell rings.

"That must be her," he says, grinning.

You walk over to the door and open it. Jessica stands there, in a mint tank top and short shorts.

You were really hoping she would wear something more conservative.

"H-hi," she says, looking past you.

"Thanks for coming. Come on in," you say, blushing.

"Wow, you look really cute," she says laughing.

"Uh, thanks," you reply.

You close the door behind her.

"So, where's this predicament you were talking about?" she asks.

Craig walks over.

Jessica's eyes are immediately magnetized to his throbbing member.

"O-oh," she says.

"Hi, I'm Craig. I've been hearing a lot about you," he says, grinning.

"Hi, nice to meet you," she says, smiling.

"Now that we've gotten the introductions out of the way, I think we should get down to business," he says, still casually stroking his cock.

"Business?" she asks.

"Yeah, business. Like, your mouth, wrapped around my cock. Or my cock, deep inside your ass. That kind of business," he says, smirking.

"I don't know.." she begins.

"I'll leave that up to him," he says, motioning towards you.

You're still standing there, dressed as Mercy, in a blonde wig and barely-concealing costume.

"Well?" he asks.

You sigh.

"I'm not going to pretend I'm happy about this, but I can't get out of it,"

"Wait, you're not happy about it? Why not?"

"Because he made a bet with me,"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, if I could beat him at a game of Overwatch, I wouldn't have to do his laundry,"

"And you lost?"

"Yep,"

"So, that's why your dressed as a girl and he has his cock out?!?!"

"Well, it's not like I wanted to,"

"But, you did. You made a bet, and you lost," she says, her temper clearly rising

"Baby please, I'm so sorry, but if you could do this 1 thing for me, it will all be over."

She looks at you, then at Craig, then back to you.

"Fine," she says.

"Thanks, babe," you say.