SATURATED

I'm at a dance party, high as a kite and needing a moment to myself to get my head together. I find a place to sit down, but soon realise the place I've picked is right next to a spot that's somehow become the unofficial place for guys to go to take a piss. Before I know it I'm watching them intently, captivated. And when someone notices me looking, they decide to let me do more than watch. And before I know it I've become a piss-pig urinal for a queue of guys. 

Note to readers: An earlier version of this story was originally published under the title Drenched In Gold by Jack Hornwood.