A few of my girlfriends and I were at the park, and a good-looking biker walked up to us. He introduced himself and told us that he was throwing a party at his bar that night. Excited by the idea of free drinks and new people, we decided to go. It was dimly lit and we had worn the shortest skirts that we had. He brought us some drinks when we entered and was dressed in all leather. Looking around, it was hard not to notice that almost everyone was dressed in leather. After getting a little tipsy, he asked us if we’d like a doobie and we told him, “Sure.” He shared the blunt and it was stronger than anything we’d had before. I got so relaxed that I began walking up to people, asking them why they had dog leashes on. Most of them were really friendly; and, the guy who invited us told us that he could bring us a couple if we wanted. We got an all fours and began barking; everyone was laughing, which encouraged us. We rubbed against people’s legs and wrestled with some of the other human doggies. “I knew you girls would be lots of fun,” our host said. “Want to try some Big-C?” We weren’t sure what he was talking about but we eagerly agreed. He offered to let us go first, but we insisted that he did; we watched him do a line and then tried to mimic him. I am not sure what happened the rest of the evening; but, when I woke up in my bed (not even sure how I got there), my ass and knees hurt. I still had my dog collar on; and, when I went to the bathroom, I found a tail-like thing coming out of my butt… By the aches in my body, I could tell that I was somebody’s…or everybody’s…bitch the night before!