So I always wanted to fuck a chick on my business partner’s bed. Just the fact that he wouldn’t let me do it made me want to do it more. So, of course, I had to do it. One fateful weekend my business partner was out of town. We stumbled out of Les Deux on a Saturday night and I convinced my business partner’s roommate to host an after hours. He agreed and we grabbed a bunch of chicks and headed over. My business partner forgot to lock his bedroom door. I put some work in and found a chick that seemed down. I said, “You wanna go to the room.” She was down! We got in his bed, started fooling around, and I took off her clothes. I was about to fulfill my destiny when she said…“Do you have a condom?” Condom? I don’t use those! I literally tore the room apart in search of a rubber. Nothing. I ran out of the room and asked my friend if he had one. He opened his drawer. The stash was empty. I ran around asking everybody if they had one. No one did. Are you serious? I got the girl, she’s down, naked in the bed, and I can’t find a condom? Out of desperation, I ran to the kitchen, wrapped my dick in saran wrap, secured it with a rubber band, and ran back to the bedroom…She looks at “it” puzzled, but then shrugged and consented. The next day my business partner came back. “He had sex in my bed, didn’t he?”…HOLYHANGOVER!