Oscar had always dreamed of attending one of Diddy's legendary parties, and when the invitation to the most exclusive one yet arrived, he couldn't resist. The rumors were wild- this wasn't just any party. There were whispers that Diddy himself would be there, and Lizzo too. Oscar's mind raced with possibilities. He had one goal: to have the night of his life, with Diddy and Lizzo-and maybe, just maybe, something more in the dark.
When he arrived at Diddy's mansion, it was everything he'd imagined-and then some. The place was packed with celebrities, music blasting, champagne flowing. But what caught Oscar's attention were the bottles of baby oil scattered everywhere. On tables, by the pool, in corners of rooms-everywhere he looked, there was a glistening bottle. It was like they were preparing for a wild, slippery night.
Oscar tried to focus, but his eyes kept wandering. And then he saw him-Diddy. Standing near a grand piano, dressed in a sleek black suit. But it wasn't just the suit that made Oscar's heart race. Oscar couldn't stop staring at Diddy's pants-tight, tailored, and hugging him in all the right ways. Every move Diddy made seemed deliberate, a dance, a tease. Oscar could barely look away. There was something about the way Diddy owned the room-he was magnetic, larger than life.
Then there was Lizzo, radiant as ever, laughing with friends, a smile that lit up the entire room. Oscar knew he had to approach her too. His feet carried him to her without thinking.
"You're having fun, right?" Lizzo asked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "This night's all about fun."
Oscar grinned. "Yeah... way more than I expected. This place is... insane."
As the night wore on, the atmosphere grew even wilder. People were dancing, drinking, and greasing themselves up with baby oil like it was the most normal thing in the world. Oscar was swept up in the energy, drawn to Diddy's magnetic presence and Lizzo's carefree charm. The music pulsed through him, and he found himself laughing, moving, and forgetting where he was-until the world started to blur.
The next thing Oscar remembered was waking up in a soft, unfamiliar bed. His head felt fuzzy, and his mouth was dry. He blinked against the dim light, trying to make sense of his surroundings. It took a moment for his brain to catch up, and when it did, the realization hit him like a ton of bricks.
He was in Diddy's bed. His pants were around his ankles. His heart skipped a beat.
Oscar groaned softly, wincing at a dull, slow ache in his backside. A pain that wasn't quite sharp, but insistent, like it had been there for hours. He shifted uncomfortably, his mind racing with flashes of the previous night-Diddy, Lizzo, the bottles of baby oil, the dancing, the laughter... but then everything blurred again.
He sat up slowly, the room spinning just enough to make him grip the sheets for support. His pants. His pants were definitely not on right. But the dull ache in his butt wasn't from just the way he'd slept. It felt... different.
Oscar froze, his eyes darting to the door as if expecting Diddy to walk in at any moment, like a dream he didn't want to wake up from. But when he dared to pull his pants up, that's when it really hit him. His heart raced as he tried to piece it all together. The last thing he remembered was laughing, a glass of champagne in his hand, and-nothing. A complete blank.
"Holy shit," Oscar muttered under his breath, realizing there was no quick fix to this mystery. No way to undo whatever had happened in the shadows of Diddy's mansion.
He lay back down, pulling the blankets over his head, feeling the ache in his butt and wondering if he'd ever get the full story. All he knew was that something had definitely happened-something that would keep him awake at night, replaying every moment, trying to figure out exactly how he ended up here.