Riding that high, we started another round.

This time, Delilah lost.

A guy read her dare out loud, excited: "Delilah, pick any guy here and get him off in ten minutes within ten minutes - your choice now."

"Pick! Pick!" the guys started chanting.

Delilah pointed right away, "I choose Duke."

Duke glanced at me, pretending to be troubled, "Ten minutes? No way - you know I last at least thirty."

Delilah smirked, "Who knows if you're always that good?"

She grabbed a disposable cup and headed to the bathroom, Duke following right behind.

They didn't even close the door!

The room got real quiet, everyone grinning knowingly.

I couldn't help staring, my legs shaking. I'd heard about Duke's skills, but seeing it live was something else entirely.

"Time's up!"

When Duke and Delilah came out looking disheveled, she was practically glowing.

"Told you ten minutes wasn't enough."

Duke smugly pulled up his pants, then grabbed Delilah from behind, lifting her like a doll.

She squealed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck.

Her skirt was so short, everything was on display.

The other guys crowded around, sandwiching Delilah between them. Things got wild fast.

Any crazy party needs alcohol to wash away those last bits of inhibition.

Someone started pouring drinks straight into my mouth. I gulped it down, not even caring when hands started wandering.

By the time I was seeing stars, I'd lost count of how many drinks I'd had, and there were several hands on me.

"Such soft skin... what an ass..."

When I didn't resist, they started pulling at my dress, pushing me down on the couch, positioning me next to a flushed Delilah...

I woke up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. The room was empty except for me and Delilah.

I helped her get dressed and called a cab.