Monica decided that she wanted to go to the bar. She looked over at Callie for confirmation but was met by a vacant expression, devoid of any thoughts or signs of intelligence. As much as Monica loved Callie, the airhead could be a little difficult at times. Callie couldn’t make any decisions by herself, which meant that Monica had to, and Monica wasn’t great at decision making either.
“Me horny” Callie muttered in her post-orgasmic bliss. “Me want sex” she continued.
Monica looked at Callie, while Monica’s breasts and ass jiggled, Callie’s where heaving and jiggling wildly with every step, every breath, and every movement. Monica looked around their unfamiliar surroundings, and by looking at road signs, determined that they were somewhere in California. Monica found a large bar across the road and went in, Callie close behind her. As they got in, everyone stared at them, many recognizing them as the famous sisters Callie and Monica. As they sat down at the bar, the bartender slid some cocktails their way, saying that it was “on the house” whatever that meant. Monica and Callie both took a large gulp of the cocktails, but little did they know, when it came to alcohol, they were both lightweights. They were drunk on the first couple of sips, Callie especially.
Callie, unable to think straight, saw a two large men approaching them.
“Hey, you wanna come over to our place” the taller one of the two said.
“Like -hic- yeah” Callie lazily muttered.
“Great” the other said.
As the men drove Callie and Monica to their apartment. Callie couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong. Even though she was a bimbo, Callie still had some of Collin’s memories. Callie tried to think as hard as she could, but her head was filled with a pink fog. Any coherent thought that surfaced was lost somewhere between her brain and her mouth. As they stepped through the apartment door, the two men escorted them, each to separate rooms.
Monica, even though she was a bimbo, would normally have been cautious, but in her intoxicated state, she only craved sex. The man that she was with pushed her onto his bed and got to work taking Monica’s clothes off. The only cautionary thought Monica had was stifled by the moan let out as the man behind her thrusted into her, moving rhythmically behind her. Monica tried to speak, only to be silenced by an orgasm.
Callie faced a similar situation, pushed onto a bed, her long platinum blond hair spread across, and being rapidly unclothed. The only difference being, Callie had no cautionary thoughts, or any thoughts at all for that matter. All Callie could think about were the sensations that she felt. The man behind her pushed into her. Callie let out a loan moan, and even higher pitch than Monica’s. She practically melted in pleasure as the man behind her moved back and forth. Callie was practically drooling. She couldn’t think, because of her stupidity, the pleasure she felt, and the fact that she was extremely drunk, then she blacked out.