John walked in the front door of the ugly, but roomy 3 bedroom house totally exhausted from his day. Flipping on the light, he walked across the living room, made small and crowded by two sofas, two easy chairs, a coffee table, and a TV cabinet which the various room mates had produced from their previous residences when they moved in. John dropped his backpack on one of the chairs and then walked down the hall to his room, turning on the light, shutting the door, and plopping down in his chair to check his email.
That was when the world went dark.
Or, if you prefer that I be a bit less dramatic, when the power went out.
"Great, did Charlie forget to send our checks to the electric company again?" John sighed and began to get up out of his chair.
"No, Charlie didn't forget this time, I just wanted to have some fun."
He froze in confusion at the female voice, as an indefinable sense of fear began to grow in the back of his mind. "Must be Juliet and Kyle playing a joke on me."
The voice purred in reply: "Pffth, that girl is with Charlie at the beach for the weekend. And Kyle is out of town for that camping trip. It's just you and me." John, wanting nothing more than to bolt for the door, found his body being pushed back into the chair by invisible hands. Invisible hands which traced their way down his torso and found his belt, undoing the buckle, followed by the button and zipper as he sat there, too stunned to react. His pants and underwear were yanked down as if of their own volition, and before he realized what was happening his soft penis was taken into an invisible, but very warm and wet mouth, and under the confident ministrations of his unseen attacker, quickly rose to the occasion.
"I see that you find the situation agreeable," cooed the voice, now localized between his legs.