Burning Man-Lifeguard/baewatch
“Omigod, isnn thad misser Bushannon, Pam?” the brunette slurred as the blonde leaned on her. Shading her glassy and bloodshot eyes, the blonde studied the man before them. Her vision was blurry and doubled, and her mind cloudy in a mix of alcohol, weed and pills. In her state, she couldn't tell. “Im too wayssed. Hes cute, less see iff hell fffuck us,” Pam decided, closing her eyes. You had no idea who Mr. Bushannon was-their former teacher? Their boss?-You didn't care. They were wasted, and sexy. You’d fuck them, thats what you came here for-to fuck sexy wasted women. They helped each other to stagger the remaining distance to you. They drunkenly crashed into you, rubbing their boobs on your bare chest. “Hello girls,” you greet them as you squeeze their butts with your hands. “Alex, he's nod misser bushannon,” the blonde says to her friend. “Youre correckt, Pam,” She responds. Then to you she says, "were kinna wayssed. ann wenn were wayssed, wee ged ...