Here's the next installment about the adventures of our favorite local teams team. As always, feedback is welcomed. Enjoy
WTKL – Friday night
If you aren't familiar with the WTKL TV team, read the first installments to get a feel for who they are and what's going on. This continues the saga of trying to save the station.
It was Friday nite before the big Sunday idea meeting. The girls had had general conversations with each other and tossed around some ideas but nothing really substantial. After the 11pm broadcast finished the girls were talking about what was happening that evening and the weekend.
“what's everybody up to tonight?” Lindsey asked as they were getting ready to leave. “Headin' home to the fam” Lindy said not very excited. “Kwame's having some kinda party, you know those things” Alexa said. Kwame was the 3rd guard for the pro basketball team. At 6'5” he was a tweener but could play both positions and shoot the 3. He also knew the offense and played D, so even tho they brought in some young kid every year he hung around. No one could figure out his relationship with Alexa, dating, buds, beard......... it was a mystery. But they had fun and spent a lot of time together. “Have fun, I'm beat. I think I'm just heading home” Shannon said. “Hey bug, why don't you come over and well watch a movie” Lindsey smiled. Shannon was conflicted.
Everyone started to leave. “Hey Steph, what are you up to?” Alexa asked Stephanie. Stephanie was naturally shy. But her beauty hid much of it. She was a throw back to old school beauty, like 70's covergirl. Long straight, dark auburn hair; big deep chocolate brown doe eyes; hour glass figure; shy smile. “Oh Dave wants to go to some club” she said cryptically. 'Dave' was her boyfriend but only Lindy and Angela had met him. “Alright, see everyone Sunday at Ang's. Bring your fun and pervy ideas” Alexa laughed and was off. Stephanie left without being noticed. Lindy hugged the girls and left. Aishna had the night off. Lindsey put her arm around Shannons shoulders “Looks like its you and I, bug” and tickled her neck. Shannon giggled and was more confused than ever.
Over at Kwame's the small party was in full swing. A bunch of the end of bench guys were there. Training camp was coming up soon, so they knew schedules would change. Some of the AAA baseball and football guys were there. Some of the dancers for the teams, wanna be girlfriends, and just general hookups were there too. The music was loud and there was smoking and dancing on the porch. Alexa knew most of the guys. Almost all had made an effort to get close. Alexa was a rare girl who both guys and girls wanted to be close too. She made friends easily but nobody got too close. Except Kwame and no one there knew what their relationship was either.
The beats had been bangin for about 45 minutes. Then Luther came on. Luther Vandross was old school to most guys, but they knew he was magic. The slow groove started and the pairing off ritual began. Kwame wanted to slow dance but Alexa wanted a drink. “Come on Kwam, I'm empty” and they headed to the kitchen. Kwame was in mid drink/smoke/party form and walked a lil slower behind Alexa. He did enjoy the view.
Baron, like Kwame an end of the bench guy but 6'11, and his new 5ft girl friend were leaning on the island in the kitchen. Kwame got some beers and slide in next to Alexa. Chit chat was going on and then the young girl, kinda drunk, looked at Kwame and said “so what is up with u 2? U together, not, whats your deal?” and a minor uncomfortable silence ensued. Kwame laughed and said “Damn, girl, shorty and I dont have no deal, don't need no labels. We just is what we is” and he slid his hand down to her butt, squeezed it and pulled her close. If you were watching this scene play out on film you would have noticed nothing different, but in the kitchen the temperature dropped.......................... a lot. The look on Alexa's face never changed. She gently moved her eyes down in the direction of his hand for just a moment.
That was enough. Kwame slowly, shyly moved his hand up. Alexa laughed. “This dawg been tryin' to hunt for a while” and they all laughed. The obligatory 2 song Luther interlude was over, the beats started bangin' again and order was restored. About ½ hour later, Alexa came up behind Kwame and kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta bounce, nice party. Thanx” and she was gone. Kwame looked sad, confused, annoyed and sorry. His party groove was gone. About 30 minutes later his phone buzzed. He looked at the message. He read the message and his head and shoulders gently slumped and he quietly shook his head.
Across town, Stephanie was getting ready to go out with 'Dave'. In reality, Dave turned out to be a complete jerk. They dated for a month or so and he usually took her to this kinky adult club. The first time she was shocked. While she never saw explicit sex happening, the amount of nudity, kissing and fondling, and erotica was unlike anything she'd ever dreamt about. Dave seemed to be a regular and everyone was friendly, occasionally too friendly. Stephanie became friends with the owner, a distinquished older british gentlemen named Clive. Clive explained the origins of the club. Back in 'tight arse England' as he always referred to it, he found it difficult to explore his more 'interesting' pleasures. So when he came here he opened up this place. You had to be recommended by a friend to get in. And you were responsible for your friends behavior. They screwed up, they and you were out.
Every Friday was 'game night'. On their 3rd friday there the game was tickle strip. Everyone put their name in a bingo roller. Two teams of 4 were drawn and one victim for each team. The object was to tickle the victim until they said stop. Then the judge removed a piece of clothing. The team could only tickle exposed skin. First team to get their victim naked 'won'. Winning meant the team got free drinks and the victim was their servant for the evening. Stephanie was terrified. She was kinda ticklish, but she was not comfortable with nudity in one on one situations much less in front of people. It was that fear/curiosity factor that drew her back. But she didn't want to make a scene and cause Dave to be banned from the club, so reluctantly she threw her name in the hopper and hoped.
The teams were drawn first. 7 names had been drawn. Stephanie was shaking at the prospect of being a victim. When the 8th name was announced 'Stephanie' Dave had to shake her and make her realized she was a tickler. Relieved but now a whole new set of concerns cropped up. Tickling someone til they were naked. She didn't have much time to consider this. Their teams victim was a short, bubbly, busty blond named Kim. The other teams victim was............. Dave.
Kim and Dave got dressed for the contest. Both were given similar outfits. Short T shirts, shorts that went down to the knee, polka dot footies and a blindfold. Not fashion friendly, but very tickling friendly. Each team member got 60 seconds to tickle, 2 rounds of this. Then all members were allowed to tickle. First victim naked loses.
Stephanie was third up. She had no idea what to do. So she watched what the others did. When it was her turn she tried tickling Kim's sides. Not much was happening. She was giggling and twisting alittle. But she turned toward Stephanie and her finger slid into the bouncy blond's belly button. She burst into laughter. “SSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT................STOP” and she knew she was in trouble. The crowd was chanting 'lose the shirt, lose the shirt' so the judge cut the her shirt off. The crowd cheered. Stephanie still had 20 seconds of her turn. She attacked the poor girls belly like a hungry tiger. ' OH ….................... MY..................... GAWD....................... PLEASE...................... STOP' and the crowd went nuts. 'lose the bra, lose the bra' and so she did.
Now that the team knew what to do it didn't take long to get the poor girl down to a thong. And at that point it was everybodys turn. Dave still had a sock and his shorts on. Steph's team attacked. Nails raked her pits, one guy grabbed her foot, another tickled her nipples and Steph played her belly like a steel drum. Kim was laughing her high pitched giggle, jumping up and down and trying to evade the tickling digits. To no avail. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. Her cheeks were red, her nipples hard, her breathing labored. She finally gave in. Kim yelled stop one last time.
The judge snipped off her thong and the crowd was cheering and clapping. The team was hugging and kissing. The judge raised the hands of the winners. “Congratulations to the toughest team of ticklers tonight. So tonight along with the normal spoils, we've added a bonus. You get 5 minutes as a team to tickle both victims naked [ and the crowd went nuts ] and ONE member from the losing team. Victors choice” and the crowd went even more nuts. The other team was not expecting THIS. Steph and her team huddled. The crowd was chanting “Debbie, Debbie, Debbie” It was well known that Debbie was ticklish and a bit of a bitch. The crowd wanted her to suffer.
Mark, the team captain, headed toward the team that was standing in a line with their heads down awaiting their fate. The crowd got louder and more insistent. As Mark reached for Tina, a tiny little oriental brunette, boos filled the room. He suddenly grabbed Debbie by the hand and lead her to the center of the room. Cheers filled the room. The chant went up 'Naked, Naked, Naked' Stephanie was getting carried away by her own emotions and the crowd's energy.
She didn't know Debbie at all but could appreciate the athletic, toned, curvy blonds appeal. She walked over and grabbed the football jersey she was wearing by the hem and yanked it over the poor girls head. The team followed suit and in quick order Debbie was nude and with her hands bound in the air above her head. “your 5 minutes begins.............................. NOW” yelled the judge and the clock started. One of the guys who used to date Debbie attacked as did another girl, who did not care for her one bit. The guy knew her pits were her worst and started to scrap his nails up and down. The girl grabbed her ankle and bent her leg parallel to the ground and started to rake her soles. Debbie had this loud, piercing laugh. It was obnoxious. And these 2 wanted all they could get, and were getting it.
The other guy, who had a little crush and couldn't believe his luck, went after Dave, who could not believe he was naked, bound and being tickled by a guy and not Stephanie. “Hi sweetie, are we ticklish here” he smiled at Dave as he knelt in front of him. He reach around and tickled his butt. Dave was jumping up and down and his junk was happily bouncing in front of his tormentors face. Only one of the guys was happy about this situation. Stephanie could not help herself. She wanted more of Kim and was going to get it. She came up behind Kim and spanked her firm, shapely butt and whispered 'Were both going to enjoy this' and placed her nails right below the bouncing breasts. It was an out of body experience for Stephanie, as if she was watching someone who liked like her, but she didn't know her at all. It seemed safer to stand behind Kim. Her hands and nails roamed all over the giggly, messy, horny blond.
Steph teased her breasts and nipples. She worked down to her tummy and sides. Kims high pitched giggle competed with Debbies loud cackle. Debbie started to grind her taut ass into Stephanie, who was surprised at how good it felt. She moved her hands to the protruding hip bones and pressed right below them. Kim exploded in tears and laughter. “Please..........Please..........I cant................take this....................anymore” she yelled in delicious conflict. “Oh I think you can” Steph whispered and moved her hands lower to her inner, upper thighs. She could feel the moisture. It was one of the most sexually charged experiences of Stephanie's life. The power, the control, the lust overcame her.
Kim instinctively moved her legs farther apart. Steph moved her fingers closer and started to rhythmically scratch up and down, side to side. Kim started to bump her butt into Steph in the rhythm. Her high pitched giggle became a throaty moan. The crowd noticed and started to chant “Make Her, Make her, Make her”. Both girls knew what they wanted. Kim wanted it. And a part of Stephanie wanted it to. Just then the judge announced “alright the contest is over. Ticklers stop and release your tickle toys. They are your servants for the evening. And they must do what you ask. And come to the bar and get your first celebratory drink”. Kim, Steph and the crowd each had a different reaction to this news.
When her hands were untied, Kim slumped to the floor in exhaustion and frustration. As Stephanie leaned down to help the horny, sweaty, messy girl up their eyes locked. It was as if there was no one else in the room. The moment seemed to last forever. It was broken by Dave grabbing Stephanie and yanking her up for a deep kiss. “I'm so horny right now, I want you right here, right now” and the evidence he was sporting proved he wasn't lying. He started to drag her off the floor toward a private room, Stephanie pulled her hand away. “I think you are confused. You are MY servant tonight. Fetch me a drink, you know what I like and it better be right”. Dave was stunned, so was Stephanie. She'd NEVER shown this type of aggression or control before in her life. Dave's attitude, as well as other things, dipped. He slumped to the bar. When he brought the drink to her she took one sip and made an ugly face. “U call this a drink. Get it right this time and see if they can put booze in it” and she handed it back to him.
The night went on this way with Dave trying to get Stephanie's attention and approval. Stephanie trying to figure out what to do with her confusing feelings and longings for Kim. As the night went on Dave continued to get drunk and belligerent. He finally went off in a drunken rank calling Stephanie a “frozen, stuck up, cold bitch who couldn't get laid even in this club” in front of a bunch of people. It was the last time Dave was allowed in the club. The next morning Stephanie had a voice mail from Clive explaining that while Dave was no longer welcome at the club, Stephanie was welcome anytime.
That is how she found herself THIS friday night outside the club door, alone, starring at it not sure what to do......................................
Back at Alexa's apartment she was blissfully watching Game of Thrones with a glass of red wine when the doorbell rang. She checked her watch and went to the door. Kwame was standing there. He had on a trenchcoat and pink flip flops. “You were almost late. That would have been bad” she said with her megawatt smile. But something was different. “May I take your coat?” she asked. Kwame reluctantly removed his coat and handed it to her. He stood there in pink flip flops, a very tight pink thong, that looked painful, and pink nipple clips with little pink feathers attached. She handed him some pink lipstick. “I believe you know where to go?” he nodded sadly and headed to the guest bedroom as he applied the lipstick. “Glad you could come over, we are going to have soooo much fun” Alexa said brightly. Kwame questioned use of the 'we' verb.
WTKL – Friday night
If you aren't familiar with the WTKL TV team, read the first installments to get a feel for who they are and what's going on. This continues the saga of trying to save the station.
It was Friday nite before the big Sunday idea meeting. The girls had had general conversations with each other and tossed around some ideas but nothing really substantial. After the 11pm broadcast finished the girls were talking about what was happening that evening and the weekend.
“what's everybody up to tonight?” Lindsey asked as they were getting ready to leave. “Headin' home to the fam” Lindy said not very excited. “Kwame's having some kinda party, you know those things” Alexa said. Kwame was the 3rd guard for the pro basketball team. At 6'5” he was a tweener but could play both positions and shoot the 3. He also knew the offense and played D, so even tho they brought in some young kid every year he hung around. No one could figure out his relationship with Alexa, dating, buds, beard......... it was a mystery. But they had fun and spent a lot of time together. “Have fun, I'm beat. I think I'm just heading home” Shannon said. “Hey bug, why don't you come over and well watch a movie” Lindsey smiled. Shannon was conflicted.
Everyone started to leave. “Hey Steph, what are you up to?” Alexa asked Stephanie. Stephanie was naturally shy. But her beauty hid much of it. She was a throw back to old school beauty, like 70's covergirl. Long straight, dark auburn hair; big deep chocolate brown doe eyes; hour glass figure; shy smile. “Oh Dave wants to go to some club” she said cryptically. 'Dave' was her boyfriend but only Lindy and Angela had met him. “Alright, see everyone Sunday at Ang's. Bring your fun and pervy ideas” Alexa laughed and was off. Stephanie left without being noticed. Lindy hugged the girls and left. Aishna had the night off. Lindsey put her arm around Shannons shoulders “Looks like its you and I, bug” and tickled her neck. Shannon giggled and was more confused than ever.
Over at Kwame's the small party was in full swing. A bunch of the end of bench guys were there. Training camp was coming up soon, so they knew schedules would change. Some of the AAA baseball and football guys were there. Some of the dancers for the teams, wanna be girlfriends, and just general hookups were there too. The music was loud and there was smoking and dancing on the porch. Alexa knew most of the guys. Almost all had made an effort to get close. Alexa was a rare girl who both guys and girls wanted to be close too. She made friends easily but nobody got too close. Except Kwame and no one there knew what their relationship was either.
The beats had been bangin for about 45 minutes. Then Luther came on. Luther Vandross was old school to most guys, but they knew he was magic. The slow groove started and the pairing off ritual began. Kwame wanted to slow dance but Alexa wanted a drink. “Come on Kwam, I'm empty” and they headed to the kitchen. Kwame was in mid drink/smoke/party form and walked a lil slower behind Alexa. He did enjoy the view.
Baron, like Kwame an end of the bench guy but 6'11, and his new 5ft girl friend were leaning on the island in the kitchen. Kwame got some beers and slide in next to Alexa. Chit chat was going on and then the young girl, kinda drunk, looked at Kwame and said “so what is up with u 2? U together, not, whats your deal?” and a minor uncomfortable silence ensued. Kwame laughed and said “Damn, girl, shorty and I dont have no deal, don't need no labels. We just is what we is” and he slid his hand down to her butt, squeezed it and pulled her close. If you were watching this scene play out on film you would have noticed nothing different, but in the kitchen the temperature dropped.......................... a lot. The look on Alexa's face never changed. She gently moved her eyes down in the direction of his hand for just a moment.
That was enough. Kwame slowly, shyly moved his hand up. Alexa laughed. “This dawg been tryin' to hunt for a while” and they all laughed. The obligatory 2 song Luther interlude was over, the beats started bangin' again and order was restored. About ½ hour later, Alexa came up behind Kwame and kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta bounce, nice party. Thanx” and she was gone. Kwame looked sad, confused, annoyed and sorry. His party groove was gone. About 30 minutes later his phone buzzed. He looked at the message. He read the message and his head and shoulders gently slumped and he quietly shook his head.
Across town, Stephanie was getting ready to go out with 'Dave'. In reality, Dave turned out to be a complete jerk. They dated for a month or so and he usually took her to this kinky adult club. The first time she was shocked. While she never saw explicit sex happening, the amount of nudity, kissing and fondling, and erotica was unlike anything she'd ever dreamt about. Dave seemed to be a regular and everyone was friendly, occasionally too friendly. Stephanie became friends with the owner, a distinquished older british gentlemen named Clive. Clive explained the origins of the club. Back in 'tight arse England' as he always referred to it, he found it difficult to explore his more 'interesting' pleasures. So when he came here he opened up this place. You had to be recommended by a friend to get in. And you were responsible for your friends behavior. They screwed up, they and you were out.
Every Friday was 'game night'. On their 3rd friday there the game was tickle strip. Everyone put their name in a bingo roller. Two teams of 4 were drawn and one victim for each team. The object was to tickle the victim until they said stop. Then the judge removed a piece of clothing. The team could only tickle exposed skin. First team to get their victim naked 'won'. Winning meant the team got free drinks and the victim was their servant for the evening. Stephanie was terrified. She was kinda ticklish, but she was not comfortable with nudity in one on one situations much less in front of people. It was that fear/curiosity factor that drew her back. But she didn't want to make a scene and cause Dave to be banned from the club, so reluctantly she threw her name in the hopper and hoped.
The teams were drawn first. 7 names had been drawn. Stephanie was shaking at the prospect of being a victim. When the 8th name was announced 'Stephanie' Dave had to shake her and make her realized she was a tickler. Relieved but now a whole new set of concerns cropped up. Tickling someone til they were naked. She didn't have much time to consider this. Their teams victim was a short, bubbly, busty blond named Kim. The other teams victim was............. Dave.
Kim and Dave got dressed for the contest. Both were given similar outfits. Short T shirts, shorts that went down to the knee, polka dot footies and a blindfold. Not fashion friendly, but very tickling friendly. Each team member got 60 seconds to tickle, 2 rounds of this. Then all members were allowed to tickle. First victim naked loses.
Stephanie was third up. She had no idea what to do. So she watched what the others did. When it was her turn she tried tickling Kim's sides. Not much was happening. She was giggling and twisting alittle. But she turned toward Stephanie and her finger slid into the bouncy blond's belly button. She burst into laughter. “SSSSHHHHHHHIIIIITTTTTT................STOP” and she knew she was in trouble. The crowd was chanting 'lose the shirt, lose the shirt' so the judge cut the her shirt off. The crowd cheered. Stephanie still had 20 seconds of her turn. She attacked the poor girls belly like a hungry tiger. ' OH ….................... MY..................... GAWD....................... PLEASE...................... STOP' and the crowd went nuts. 'lose the bra, lose the bra' and so she did.
Now that the team knew what to do it didn't take long to get the poor girl down to a thong. And at that point it was everybodys turn. Dave still had a sock and his shorts on. Steph's team attacked. Nails raked her pits, one guy grabbed her foot, another tickled her nipples and Steph played her belly like a steel drum. Kim was laughing her high pitched giggle, jumping up and down and trying to evade the tickling digits. To no avail. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. Her cheeks were red, her nipples hard, her breathing labored. She finally gave in. Kim yelled stop one last time.
The judge snipped off her thong and the crowd was cheering and clapping. The team was hugging and kissing. The judge raised the hands of the winners. “Congratulations to the toughest team of ticklers tonight. So tonight along with the normal spoils, we've added a bonus. You get 5 minutes as a team to tickle both victims naked [ and the crowd went nuts ] and ONE member from the losing team. Victors choice” and the crowd went even more nuts. The other team was not expecting THIS. Steph and her team huddled. The crowd was chanting “Debbie, Debbie, Debbie” It was well known that Debbie was ticklish and a bit of a bitch. The crowd wanted her to suffer.
Mark, the team captain, headed toward the team that was standing in a line with their heads down awaiting their fate. The crowd got louder and more insistent. As Mark reached for Tina, a tiny little oriental brunette, boos filled the room. He suddenly grabbed Debbie by the hand and lead her to the center of the room. Cheers filled the room. The chant went up 'Naked, Naked, Naked' Stephanie was getting carried away by her own emotions and the crowd's energy.
She didn't know Debbie at all but could appreciate the athletic, toned, curvy blonds appeal. She walked over and grabbed the football jersey she was wearing by the hem and yanked it over the poor girls head. The team followed suit and in quick order Debbie was nude and with her hands bound in the air above her head. “your 5 minutes begins.............................. NOW” yelled the judge and the clock started. One of the guys who used to date Debbie attacked as did another girl, who did not care for her one bit. The guy knew her pits were her worst and started to scrap his nails up and down. The girl grabbed her ankle and bent her leg parallel to the ground and started to rake her soles. Debbie had this loud, piercing laugh. It was obnoxious. And these 2 wanted all they could get, and were getting it.
The other guy, who had a little crush and couldn't believe his luck, went after Dave, who could not believe he was naked, bound and being tickled by a guy and not Stephanie. “Hi sweetie, are we ticklish here” he smiled at Dave as he knelt in front of him. He reach around and tickled his butt. Dave was jumping up and down and his junk was happily bouncing in front of his tormentors face. Only one of the guys was happy about this situation. Stephanie could not help herself. She wanted more of Kim and was going to get it. She came up behind Kim and spanked her firm, shapely butt and whispered 'Were both going to enjoy this' and placed her nails right below the bouncing breasts. It was an out of body experience for Stephanie, as if she was watching someone who liked like her, but she didn't know her at all. It seemed safer to stand behind Kim. Her hands and nails roamed all over the giggly, messy, horny blond.
Steph teased her breasts and nipples. She worked down to her tummy and sides. Kims high pitched giggle competed with Debbies loud cackle. Debbie started to grind her taut ass into Stephanie, who was surprised at how good it felt. She moved her hands to the protruding hip bones and pressed right below them. Kim exploded in tears and laughter. “Please..........Please..........I cant................take this....................anymore” she yelled in delicious conflict. “Oh I think you can” Steph whispered and moved her hands lower to her inner, upper thighs. She could feel the moisture. It was one of the most sexually charged experiences of Stephanie's life. The power, the control, the lust overcame her.
Kim instinctively moved her legs farther apart. Steph moved her fingers closer and started to rhythmically scratch up and down, side to side. Kim started to bump her butt into Steph in the rhythm. Her high pitched giggle became a throaty moan. The crowd noticed and started to chant “Make Her, Make her, Make her”. Both girls knew what they wanted. Kim wanted it. And a part of Stephanie wanted it to. Just then the judge announced “alright the contest is over. Ticklers stop and release your tickle toys. They are your servants for the evening. And they must do what you ask. And come to the bar and get your first celebratory drink”. Kim, Steph and the crowd each had a different reaction to this news.
When her hands were untied, Kim slumped to the floor in exhaustion and frustration. As Stephanie leaned down to help the horny, sweaty, messy girl up their eyes locked. It was as if there was no one else in the room. The moment seemed to last forever. It was broken by Dave grabbing Stephanie and yanking her up for a deep kiss. “I'm so horny right now, I want you right here, right now” and the evidence he was sporting proved he wasn't lying. He started to drag her off the floor toward a private room, Stephanie pulled her hand away. “I think you are confused. You are MY servant tonight. Fetch me a drink, you know what I like and it better be right”. Dave was stunned, so was Stephanie. She'd NEVER shown this type of aggression or control before in her life. Dave's attitude, as well as other things, dipped. He slumped to the bar. When he brought the drink to her she took one sip and made an ugly face. “U call this a drink. Get it right this time and see if they can put booze in it” and she handed it back to him.
The night went on this way with Dave trying to get Stephanie's attention and approval. Stephanie trying to figure out what to do with her confusing feelings and longings for Kim. As the night went on Dave continued to get drunk and belligerent. He finally went off in a drunken rank calling Stephanie a “frozen, stuck up, cold bitch who couldn't get laid even in this club” in front of a bunch of people. It was the last time Dave was allowed in the club. The next morning Stephanie had a voice mail from Clive explaining that while Dave was no longer welcome at the club, Stephanie was welcome anytime.
That is how she found herself THIS friday night outside the club door, alone, starring at it not sure what to do......................................
Back at Alexa's apartment she was blissfully watching Game of Thrones with a glass of red wine when the doorbell rang. She checked her watch and went to the door. Kwame was standing there. He had on a trenchcoat and pink flip flops. “You were almost late. That would have been bad” she said with her megawatt smile. But something was different. “May I take your coat?” she asked. Kwame reluctantly removed his coat and handed it to her. He stood there in pink flip flops, a very tight pink thong, that looked painful, and pink nipple clips with little pink feathers attached. She handed him some pink lipstick. “I believe you know where to go?” he nodded sadly and headed to the guest bedroom as he applied the lipstick. “Glad you could come over, we are going to have soooo much fun” Alexa said brightly. Kwame questioned use of the 'we' verb.
