Tiffani had originally thought that the frat boys across the street from her apartment wouldn’t be very interested in a hipster chick like her.

“Was I ever fucking wrong about that! I can’t seem to go a night without at least five or six of them dropping in to fuck me. Don’t they have sorority sluts to fuck?” she asked.

“No way! Every single one of us loves bending over a hot little hipster. We can have some sorority slut assigned to service our cocks anytime we want. Getting a piece from some slut in a crazy hat or some kooky underwear? That’s just fun!”

“Shit! You’re not my boyfriend! You fuck just like him,” she said.

“Yeah, your boyfriend is watching some show on the couch, we switched out twenty minutes ago.”

“Mind if I instagram this? This shit is hilarious!” she said.