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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Feanor86...)

Maybe they’ve gone to the toilets, you think. Jamie was in an awful shape and probably close to, if not, retching his guts up and the two girls… we’ll they’re girls, girls always seem to go to the toilet.

So you head there.

You push your way through various crowds of people and across the dance floor until you reach the stairs and you head up. As soon as you get up there you take a left and open the door to the mens.

In there it looks pretty empty, no one at the urinals, no one at the sinks. You can still feel the music from outside drumming in your ears and you’re about to turn back and go look for them elsewhere when you remember the cubicles round the corner.

Better check them, you think, don’t want to leave Jamie throwing his guts up on his own if he is there. You stroll round and have a check. First one is empty, second one is empty, third one-

You stop dead in your tracks. In the cubicle dead ahead of you is your girlfriend Rachel up against the back wall, her tits bouncing as Jamie pounds in and out of her, part holding her and part balancing her on the toilet. She’s screaming in ecstasy, her eyes shut as your best mate rams her, and all you can hear is the bass of the music outside.

Stunned, you stumble backwards till you bump into the sink.

“What the fuck?” you mutter.

Jamie is still passionately fucking your girlfriend.

You turn and walk away, your mind all over the place. That whiskey doesn’t help either. You pull open the door to the mens and…