Authors: Victoria Sawyer
We’re at the top of the stairs to the basement now and the
music is much louder and I’m super excited, forgetting to panic, hoping for
another encounter with Jared, feeling a flush of sizzling heat rush to my
cheeks. The going is pretty slow, but soon the dimly lit but large open
basement comes into view and there are people everywhere in every imaginable
costume. I can see plenty of skank-ass hoes dancing, while other groups of guys
and girls are yelling to be heard over the music, laughing and holding red cups
filled with beer or other beverages. I try to point out a dude dressed as a
hilarious Super Mario with a huge oversized mustache, but the music is so loud
that Hannah doesn’t hear me even though she’s right next to me. There’s another
guy totally owning a red Elmo costume, holding a huge bong and I choke on my
laugh as I get blasted with smoke that smells yeasty and burnt, like gross old
ciggys and spilt beer.
I step down, the crowd finally moving a bit and now the
slutty hoe-bags are easier to see. I study them, seeing sexy nurses, school
girls, cops, celebrities, harem girls, fairies and more, and the guys that I
can see are dressed up as pimps, cops, cowboys, and movie characters. Toward
the back of the room, drinking games have been set up. Flip cup, beer pong,
quarters, and everything in between.
I’m scanning the room when suddenly I focus on two guys
without shirts on at the beer pong table.
Holy shit!
I can’t wait to get
closer and see what they really look like. Since I’m so caught up and not paying
attention, I trip on some trash, my toe stuck in some kind of goo and I wobble,
quickly grabbing the rickety hand rail to keep from falling in my heels. I look
around hoping no one saw and then laugh to myself.
Shit’s nasty…now where’s
the beer?
Finally we’ve made it to the bottom of the stairs and push
our way to the shiny silver keg. Everyone’s focused on drinks and normally I
would be too, but I can’t keep my eyes from drifting toward the McKinley
brothers in the corner. I want to know if it’s him. I stare for a moment,
trying to tell. Finally he turns toward me for a moment and I catch his
dazzling white grin. It’s him.
Goddamn, it’s him, sexy man.
I gulp,
unable to tear my eyes away. Without his shirt, he is literally breathtaking.
“Look,” I yell to Hannah, pulling her in close to be heard
over the music, drawing her attention to the two brothers.
“Oh my God!” Hannah breathes as she catches sight of them. “The
taller one is Jared and the shorter is Andy,” she says in a rush, staring
intently at the younger brother Andy as he stands across the table from Jared
talking with two guys. Andy looks like Jared but is blonde and slightly shorter
with a muscled chest and arms. He has on aviator sunglasses and camo shorts,
but the grin is the same, white and blinding. Hannah is definitely staring at
Andy. I study him for a moment too, but I’m more drawn to Jared. His messy
curly hair looks so good and he has on dark aviator sunglasses and khaki
colored shorts. Without a shirt, his chest, broad shoulders, arms and abs look
even more defined and rippling. They both look stunningly hot and I can’t help
but be staggered by Jared’s lopsided yet sexy-as-hell grin as he laughs with
his friends.
“I would die to date a guy that hot. How do you know them
Hannah?” I ask, trying to pay attention to my sloshing cup that Kayla is
filling with beer for me.
“One of my guy friends in high school was friends with Andy.
I went to a few football games at their high school with my friend. They were
legendary back in the day because they were so close in age and so good looking
and both on the football team. I guess they still are…legendary, I mean,” she
says, her eyes never leaving Andy as he stands, aiming his ping pong ball at
the red cups across the table, his white teeth showing in a grin against his
tanned skin, his bicep muscle flexing in the half-light.
“Jared came into the store the other day and cashed his
check,” I say to Hannah, who clearly can’t stop looking at Andy. I laugh and
follow her example, studying them, my eyes always drawn up from Jared’s chest
to his grinning face.
“Is cashing his check some kind of euphemism?” asks Hannah
with a laugh. “Did he like ’cash his check‘ in your snatch?” she says,
giggling, “Snatch...wow…hilarious word choice.”
“Snatch!” I saw with a gasp laugh, “...I fricken love that
word. You’re a snatch,” I say with a grin and notice that Hannah’s lost, she’s
still looking…over there.
The brothers are playing against two sexy school girls with
pig tails and short plaid skirts and it appears that Andy and Jared are
winning, if the number of cups on the girl’s side of the table says anything. A
group of guys and girls are gathered around them, cheering them on and Hannah
and I are spellbound.
Just then, Kayla and Celeste pull us out into the crowd and
we start dancing, squished in a tiny space, surrounded by moving bodies, the
music booming and vibrating through us, and we’re throwing back drinks like
water. I’m feeling good, scanning the crowd for Jared and Andy and any other
good looking guys that catch my attention. But my eyes are constantly being
drawn back to Jared. God is he good looking. I could never get a guy that hot
to be interested in me.
I keep catching myself watching him talk and laugh with his
friends as the girls across the table throw their ping pong balls and all I can
think about is sex, especially now that he’s already half undressed, imagining
his hands on my body, running my hands over his rock hard sexy pecs and abs,
the heat of my lips against his, our pulses throbbing beneath the surface as we
attack each other, hot, nasty, and fast. I tingle all over, trading looks with
him from across the room, glancing away when he happens to look up.
I catch his eye once, and he grins that gorgeous smile, his
eyes sparkling as he clearly admires me for a moment. I wonder if he remembers
me from the store? I wish I could approach him, be forward, kiss him, dance
with him, make him want me as much as I want him.
Look at me. Want me
. I
dance in a provocative way hoping he’s still watching me, suddenly caught up in
the start of an exhibitionist, alcoholic sexual haze and Hannah is dancing near
me when my favorite song comes on and I squeal and we dance together holding
hands and grinding down low, singing loudly along with the music, knowing that
people are watching us together, not caring.
After we’ve had several drinks and done some serious
dancing, Celeste pushes her way through the crowd toward us with the news that
she knows the DJ and he is planning on doing a contest for the sexiest girl
costume.
“We should all go up!” she says laughing as the music cuts
out to prepare for the DJ to start talking. I’m starting to feel pretty good,
confident, ready for anything, my vision slightly blurred, just a bit unsteady
on my feet when I’m not focused on it. I nudge Hannah with a smile and laugh
and she grins back.
How sweet would it be if we won the prize?
“You in, snatch?” I ask her and she nods an enthusiastic
yes.
“NHU Hotties and Notties, tonight we’re gonna have us a
little friendly competition between the sexy ladies in ultra bangin costumes. I’m
gonna ask all the sexiest girls to come up front here and I’m gonna pick a few
of you to get on the stage and dance for us. Men are pigs, especially frat
brothers, and we want to see you shake it if you want to win the prize. If you
win, I’ll be giving the lucky hottie a credit card gift card good for $50. So
get your pretty asses up here and let me see what you've got.”
Kayla grabs our hands, “Come on girls, you two are looking
hot.” I laugh, what the hell, why not? I follow Hannah up through the crowd to
the DJ table. The tall scruffy DJ is busy sending girls back into the crowd if
they don’t meet with his standards. Finally he gets to us.
“Oh yeah, sexy angel and devil have got to stay, as a pair,”
he says, pushing us up onto the stage set up behind the DJ table. While we wait
for the DJ to finish picking out his girls, I look around at the competition. There
are at least eight other girls already on the stage, all of them very pretty
with various costumes that leave little to the imagination and show lots of
different skin tones.
Next to us stands a belly dancer with her hand on her pushed
out hip, gold sparkling chains around her exposed taut mid-riff, next is a blonde
dressed up as Marilyn Monroe with the white dress, except shorter and bombshell
hair. She’s laughing and smiling at a lady cop with a cleavage baring costume,
cuffs and a baton, next to her is Madonna from the Like a Virgin video who’s
pretending to vogue, smiling at friends in the crowd.
I’m not feeling so confident now when I see all these
beautiful sexy girls. Who the hell am I? Inadequacy is clanging around in my
stomach and I feel out of my league despite the alcohol that usually gives me
confidence. Suddenly the DJ starts talking again and I forget to be worried as
I look out over the crowd at all the expectant male faces.
Maybe this will
be fun?
I smile over at Hannah and she grins back, flashing me a quick
thumbs up.
“Now I’m gonna play some dirrrrrty rap music and I want you
girls to shake it like you mean it,” he says leaning over his equipment until
music is pumping through the speakers behind us, the artist’s voice talking
about sex, the beat bumping and pulsing. I lean over to whisper in Hannah’s
ear.
“Act innocent and I’ll act dirty and evil.” Hannah laughs,
shaking her finger no, no, no at me and as she begins to dance, I gyrate up
against her, moving my hands over my waist and hips, finally turning around to
reach out and slide my palms over Hannah’s waist. I move down low and then up
fast, pulling Hannah in close, whispering in her ear. “Let’s make this hot so
we can win.” Hannah’s a good actress because she looks indifferent, pretending
that she isn’t interested and tries to push the devil away. I laugh evilly,
grinding up against her as the crowded room of guys begins to cheer wildly,
stomping their feet.
“Whoooooooooo, angel and devil,” yells a short blonde dude
from the crowd.
“Get a fricken room you nasty bitches,” seethes one of the other
girls on stage, in a Greek goddess costume, a haughty angry expression on her
face, pissed that we’re garnering all the attention.
I smile seductively at the crowd, my eyes suddenly snapping
to where Jared and Andy are watching the stage. Jared’s standing with his legs
braced apart, arms crossed over his chest, the dog tags glistening in the
light. Just as I look at him, he looks up directly at me and a flare of desire
that starts just below my belly and races up my body, flashes over me setting
my cheeks on fire. He cocks an eyebrow at me and grins and I can’t help but
break out into a huge smile as I dance around Hannah, finally pulling her in
and goosing her ass. Hannah laughs, unable to continue to act innocent at my
games.
“I’m a turn-coat,” she laughs. “I can’t resist you, you
slutty devil,” she purrs, grabbing me back, touching my waist and grinding up
against me. I put my hands on Hannah’s hips moving them in time with the
thumping bass beat and we move in close to each other, her arm around my waist,
mine around her neck, hips grinding. Now the crowd is really getting pumped up
on the angel going bad and I smile as we grind down low.
“Make out!” yells a guy from the crowd and the guys go wild,
cheering, hollering out cat calls and pressing toward the stage. The DJ’s eyes
are wide as saucers and his dumbfounded expression says he should have stopped
the music a while ago, but forgot to in all the excitement.
I look out over the crowd and seeing Jared’s amused
expression, his lips turned up in a crooked grin, I grab Hannah by the hips and
pull her in. “Kiss me, beautiful angel,” I say feeling drunk and exhilarated by
all the attention at my first frat party. Hannah laughs and kisses me hard on
the lips, running her hand up my back. I kiss her back, when suddenly I feel
her grin and I pull back because the room is echoing with a deafening roar of
cheers and the music screeches to a stop.
“Devil and angel. Devil and angel!!!!” cheers the crowd and
the DJ finally picks up his chin from the floor and grabs his microphone.
“Sorry, ladies,” he says addressing the rest of the girls,
“I think we have a winner…ur…winners! What are your names?” he asks, jumping up
on the stage next to us.
“Fuckin sluts!” says the girl in the belly dancer costume
under her breath as she jumps down, her eyes tiny, glaring slits.
“My name is Hannah and this is Victoria,” says Hannah,
pulling me in close as the crowd cheers again.
“Since you girls are so close I guess you’ll be okay with
splitting this gift certificate?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, placing the
gift card in Hannah’s cleavage.
“Let’s hear it one more time for the event of the evening,
Sexy Angel gives it to Dirty Devil!” The crowd cheers, hooting and hollering
and clapping and Hannah and I laugh, blow a kiss out to the crowd and jump off
the stage as the DJ starts the music again. We strut our way over to Celeste
and Kayla, the crowd parting before us like new royalty.
“Holy shit, ladies, that was something else,” says Kayla,
grinning like a fellow she-devil. “That was pretty awesome and those other
beeotches were mad as cats when you guys started making out. It was pretty
flippin hilarious.”
Hannah and I grab new red cups and are soon drinking again. I’m
amazed by the number of male eyes on us and whispered comments and nasty looks
from girls as we push through the crowd to rejoin Celeste and Kayla. But I
don’t care, I feel amazing. Sometimes acting slutty makes me feel high. I don’t
know why and I don’t care at the moment, the alcohol is going to my head and I feel
invincible, sexy and wild.
“That was fun, Victoria,” yells Hannah, giving me a wicked
grin as we start dancing again. My feet are stumbling a bit now and my center
of gravity feels off ‘cause the lights are revolving overhead, but I’m free of
panic, free of my everyday thoughts of fear and that freedom is addictive. Soon
the lights seem dimmer and bodies are pulsing to the music, couples grinding
with one another, hands moving over tight clothing, guys and girls alike hoping
to get someone to go back with them to their dorm rooms. I look up suddenly and
watch as Jared and Andy make their way through the crowd in our direction.