Could it get any crazier

Hey, I'm Dimes. I gotta tell someone about the shit that happened last night, so I'm gonna write it here. Since no one is answering their phones.
So get this. I'm in Retro (one of the local lesbian bars) minding my own business. I wasn't feeling up to playing really but...Carla walks up behind me, throwing her arms around me, and kissing my neck.
I know you're thinking, no big deal, right. Wrong. Carla's got a girl. A girl she's been with for years. And not just any girl. She's got Kelly...the hottest chick (besides me) that's ever walked into this bar.
Anyway, Carla says, "Hey sexy. Are you busy tonight?"
Without turning around, I answered, "It depends on who's askin'."
"Us," said a voice in my other ear.
I turned around and Kelly was standing there with a big smile on her face. I won't lie, I've hit on her before and I had a feeling she liked me more than she let on. Yeah, my jaw hit the floor. Now...I'm cool with the threesome thing. I've been known to do worse (or better) things. But something was telling my brain that this wasn't a good idea. My sex was sayin' otherwise.
I asked them what they had in mind, just to cover my ass. It was obvious that Carla had had a few to many to drink but Kelly seemed completely coherent. So I had to make sure they were both on the same page.
Carla tells me that its their anniversary and their gift to each other was one night with a girl they both agreed to. And that was me. For a second or two, I thought I should be honored. But then again, I am Dimes. Everyone wants me and no one can resist me.
I down my drink, pay my tab, and I'm out the door with two hot women who think of me as a gift. Sounds great, right?
Well, it was, up until the point that Carla passed out. We had just finished with round one, too. So I'm thinking that the party was over. Nope. Kelly didn't seem to care much, so neither did I. Hell, we're talking Kelly here.
Kelly couldn't get enough and I sure as hell wasn't gonna stop givin'. That girl is freaky and even hotter with her clothes off. She had me doin' things to her that I never thought she'd be into. And I denied her nothing.
We were workin' on round fifty or so when Carla woke up and hit the roof. At first I thought she was just...I don't know...caught off guard or something by the way her girl was grindin' my face and moaning my name.
Then Carla yells something like, "What the fuck are you doing?"
Kelly practically purrs back, "My gift."
I can't say a word 'cause my mouth is still full of Kelly and I can't move much with her sitting on my face. I'm thinking I'm in deep trouble and in a very vulnerable position. I couldn't see where Carla was.
Next thing I know, Kelly's being yanked from the bed. Carla's pulling her off to another room. I hear them start yelling, so I took it as my cue to leave. I did what anyone would do in that situation. I grabbed my clothes, jumped out the window naked, and got dressed as I ran.
Today...Kelly won't stop texting me about how much fun she had and Carla keeps leaving me messages about how she's gonna kick my ass. Drama...I knew it. (Bruiser...I might be needing you soon.)
I'd like to say I learned my lesson but hell no. No way. I'd do it all again and wouldn't change a thing. Totally worth it.