The next morning

You and Dre had left Goldie a mess on her bed. She'd asked you both to help her to bed but refused any help cleaning up. For your parts your were both pretty exhausted too and passed out soon after returning to your room. The next morning you both awoke to a text from Goldie asking you to meet her in the cafeteria closest to her dorm.

When you got there Goldie was sitting alone in the corner, her normal, more conservative look was gone. She had on a low cut black halter top and short skirt on and smiled wide when she saw both of you.

"Gentlemen," she said with a smirk.

"Morning," you said leaning in for a long kiss.

"Hey girl," said Dre kissing her next.

"Last night was" she paused, "unexpected. I didn't expect to go home with anyone let alone two people. Then I only expected to maybe do some hand stuff or let you use my tits."

"Goldie," you started but she held up her hand.

"Let me finish," she said, "the two of you pushed me past my limits, used my tits, my mouth, my throat," she seemed to shiver as she talked, "made me cum so fucking hard. I loved every second of it. My question is, do you want more?"

"More?" you asked.

"My offer, to each or, both, of you," she said, "is to be your little slut, any time, anywhere, you ask for me, you can have me."

"That's a very generous offer," said Dre.

"You both would also need to help me out," she said, "when I need it."

"Shit," said Dre as his phone went off, "I'm late for practice, count me the fuck in."

He got up and kissed Goldie with a lot of tongue before ducking out of the cafeteria.

"How about you?" she asked, her foot running up your leg.