Jenny ran into me and the guys the next day after we'd had our way with her albeit, in disguise under the guise of a random home break in.
"Oh! Hey guys! Hey, did you happen to hear anything last night? Or, you know, did anyone try to get into your apartment last night?"
We all looked at each other, trying not to break out into giggles.
"Nope, nuh uh. We didn't hear a thing Jenny. Why?" I asked.
"Oh, some jerks broke into my apartment last night and...well, never mind."
"Really? That's terrible! Are you okay?" Benji asked.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine." It was a lie. She was sore as hell after the all night fuck fest. "I filed a police report though, just to be safe, ya know?"
We had never thought about that possibility. The thought of jail made us all shiver.
"So, uh, so, what'd they, uh, say?" Harold asked nervously.
"Oh, you know. They said the place looked ransacked. When I told them that's how it always looks, they said they'd file a report but not to get my hopes up."
We all let out a collective sigh.
"Well, I certainly hope they get to the bottom of it. We don't want that kind of rif raf in the building," Sam said, trying to act concerned, which wasn't his strong suit.
Jenny shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, well...Hey, I could really use some company tonight! Do you guys know how to play poker?"
Harold puffed out his chest. "Do we know how to play poker? Does the Hadron Collider smash atoms?" Everyone chuckled at the comment except for Jenny.
"Yeah, whatever. Yes or no?"
Harold shrank at her tone. "Yes. Yes, we know how to play poker."
"Great! Say 7 o'clock tonight? You bring the food, I'll bring the wine."
Jenny was determined to get even with me and the guys for having our way with her. She was a bit of a card shark. She thought if nothing else, she could take our money. She talked with her co-worker, Brenda, about alternatives.
"Well, you know how to really hurt a guy? Ridicule his manhood. Embarrass him in front of his friends," Brenda said with a devilish smile in her nasally voice. Brenda was a cute little pixie of a woman with long blonde hair. She often wore glasses and clothes befitting a grandmother. But they couldn't hide the 36-inch chest underneath. Her large breasts looked even bigger on her tiny frame.
"Right! But how would I do that? I mean, I think they get a hard on just being around a woman. And, trust me, those nerds have some really impressive equipment."
Brenda, being a bit of a nerd herself, found herself attracted to other nerds anyway. Knowing that they have raging boners peaked her interest. "I may have a solution. I'm interning at a drug company. I'll bet I can get my hands on something that might soften them up a bit."
*****
The guys gathered in Sam and I's apartment before the big poker match.
"Okay guys, I think Jenny's planning something," Harold said in a hushed tone, even though it was only us guys.
"Really? What makes you think that?" I asked.
"I know a guy who knows a guy who knows a guy who works with Jenny. You know, Brenda, the one with the big hooters." We all nodded. We all knew who he was talking about without saying her name. "Well, apparently she asked for some kind of drug that would give a guy limp dick syndrome. She asked for four doses." He let that sink in.
Benji shrugged his shoulders. "So we just don't drink anything she gives us."
Harold shook his head. "Nuh uh, that would be too suspicious. I picked these little beauties up." He held up two vials of liquid smiling like the cat who'd just caught the canary. He shook the blue vial. "This one makes Viagra look like candy." He shook the pink vial. "A couple drops of this one will make her horny as a teenager at prom." We all howled with laughter.
"Oh, that's good! That's very good!" Benji said through his laughter.
Harold handed each one of us a vial. "Bottoms up, boys. Here's to another night of fucking Jenny's brains out!"
Sam knocked on Jenny's door promptly at 7 o'clock. "Jenny". Knock knock knock. "Jenny". Knock knock knock. "Jenny". Knock knock knock.
The door swung open. Much to their surprise, Brenda opened the door.
"Hello, boys," she said with a glint her eyes.
"Oh! Uh, hey, Brenda," I said surprised. "So, uh, so what're you doing here?"
"Jenny said you boys were coming over for poker. I love poker! So she asked me to join in."
Harold leaned into Benji. "I've got plenty for her, too."
Benji giggled and rubbed his hand together. "Oh goodie! I can't wait to see those boobies!"
"Fuck that. I can't wait to introduce those boobies to my johnson."
"Ya!"
What the girls didn't know was that Harold was a bit of a magician. His specialty was slight of hand. And he was especially good with cards. Of course, he volunteered to be the dealer. He made sure that the girls were winning most of those hands.
Eventually, after winning another hand, Jenny spoke up. "Say, you all want to make this a little more interesting? How about we bump this up to some strip poker? I mean, since Brenda and I have taken most of your money," she said snidely.
"Gee, I don't know, Jenny. You're pretty good," I said, trying to hide my rush to start.
"Oh, come on, ya big babies. It'll be fun," Brenda squeaked.
"Okay, ya, sure, why not?" Benji replied.
"Yes, that's a great idea. It's not as if we've taken something to enhance ourselves or anything so foolish," Sam said flatly. "Ow!" He barked after I kicked him in the shin. The girls just looked at him and thought nothing of it. Sam was always saying odd things, this was just another.
"Okay, great! Let me refresh those glasses before we start," Jenny said with a smirk as she began to gather our glasses.
"Let me help," Brenda said with a smirk of her own, gathered the rest of our glasses, and joined Jenny in the kitchen.
"Quick! Quick!" I whispered to Harold.
