Somehow, this actually happened to me. I am not a creative writer, but I feel as if GWStories deserves these facts.
Ten years ago I had a lot of money that I didn't earn, a shitty apartment and a slutty girlfriend who was a waitress at a national restaurant chain you have gotten food at after going to the bar. She worked with several other late teens/early 20s chicks who were in that experimental, newfound freedom phase. Also there was a black gay guy. He was always around. Kissed me once but was for the most part a polite voyeur. Anyway, my slutty girlfriend had worked nights with these girls for quite a while and everyone knew each other well. I would sit in my car in back of the restaurant and get all of the employees high when it was their break time. It was fun. Then slut girlfriend decided that they should all party together. It was diceded that the first Sunday of each month would be girls night. All of the girls and the gay guy would come over to our place and we would party. For the first couple of months, things were pretty tame, relative to what happened later. Since it was my place and I supplied drugs for everyone free of cost all of the time, everyone liked having me around. Then for the last three months, things got out of hand.