Lisa heists herself out of the club

Lisa walks over the bar, buys some Jägerbombs to share, and finds a likely flock of statuesque sluts with just the right combination of cunning and gullibility. She makes some fast friends and explains the plan.

Twenty minutes later, Crystal sways her hips over to the bouncer and gets him to join her in the bathroom for some lines. Tiffany slips past the velvet rope and flashes her perky tits at Trevor with a wink. Younger Lisa sees the slut horning on her mealticket and launches herself into a catfight. This gives Future Lisa just enough time to come up behind the couch and put Younger Lisa's sleeping pills exactly where they need to be -- in her drink.

Another twenty minutes later, Younger Lisa passes out by Trevor, but Tiffany and Crystal are already slipping into Trevor's arms. The cad doesn't even notice Lisa holding up her younger twin by a shoulder and guiding her groggy stumble out of the club and into a taxi.

Back at Younger Lisa's place, Lisa strips the slutwear off and tucks her younger self into bed. She watches herself sleep in a sort of out of body experience. Her younger tits rise and fall with the breath. She really looked liked that ten years ago. Not all that different, but also strikingly young in her wiser eyes. They let anyone be an adult back then. They let anyone fuck up their life. Younger Lisa starts moaning in her sleep. Lisa remembers the nightmares she used to have.

She gets in bed and cuddles herself, letting Younger Lisa roll over on top of her. It feels nice to have herself in her own arms. Younger Lisa calms down, finally out of her nightmare. Her moans cease. She rests her head on Lisa's bare tits, drooling softly. Her leg slides between Lisa's and applies a pleasing pressure. She starts suckling on Lisa's tits in her sleep just as Lisa is nodding off herself.