Clueless

Your girlfriend, Clara, has been acting weird recently to say the least. She's constantly on her phone, even while your fucking. She's not as enthusiastic as your having fucking, she just doesn't seem satisfied.

She maintained all was normal when questioned.

On a certain friday night, however... She seemed cheery, happy, and back to her old self again, you thought nothing of it. You were just finished brushing your teeth when you saw your girlfriend slipped in a tiny, tight dress that couldn't have possibly held her large ass as it poked out from the bottom, the dress also exposed her cleavage.

"Going out with the girls?" You say, running your hands over her ass. It was strange seeing your girlfriend in such a hot dress.

"Nah, just going out with your pal, Mark," Well... That was a response. Where was Mark taking her?

"Oh... Ugh... Where... Are you going?"

"Going to see that one band you hate..." Vague, but you only hated 1 or 2 bands.

"Well, have fun!" You give Clara a kiss on the cheek and head upstairs. What could possibly go wrong?