Hearing this, I snuck a peek at Delilah beside me.

Delilah and I go way back to college, where she was every guy's dream girl.

The guys would go on and on about her body, try to sneak peeks at her, fantasizing about having a shot with her.

They'd come up with the wildest stories about her.

But those who really knew Delilah understood - behind that innocent face was a total sex kitten.

And she only went for the real alpha males.

Senior year, she hooked up with this basketball player and practically moved into the guys' dorm for six months. She'd always whisper in my ear about how amazing these buff guys were - she couldn't get enough.

According to her, she'd been with the entire basketball team.

Back then, I was too naive to understand and would just blush, teasing her about how her curves got fuller and even her lips got plumper.

But now? Just thinking about it gets me hot and bothered.

So when we walked into that karaoke room and all the guys' eyes lit up at our revealing outfits, they looked like wolves spotting their prey.

That's when I noticed this massive guy sitting nearby.

His name was Duke, Delilah's personal trainer. He was nearly 6'3", with arms almost as thick as my waist, oozing testosterone, and looked like he'd be incredible in bed.

Delilah could personally vouch for that - said he was even better than her previous partners.

Right then, he was eye-fucking both me and Delilah.

His gaze was so intense, it could melt steel.

The other guys started yelling about how we had to do three penalty shots for being late. Delilah and I shared a knowing look - we knew exactly what these guys were up to.

When there are hot girls at a drinking party, guys always try to get them drunk. That's just how guys think - get the girls tipsy first, worry about hooking up later.