"Good evening, Bianca"

This time, you’re not able to stop your voice from cracking. Bianca struts into the villa and somehow she looks even better than the last time you saw her. Her blonde hair is curled and bounces with every click of her high heels. Her scarlet dress only has a strap on one shoulder, and is cut out diagonally across her torso to accentuate her cleavage and her tight abdomen. She comes to a stop in front of you. You have no idea how that dress manages to contain the curves of her impossible hourglass figure, but you find yourself praying that it would fail. She was already a bit taller than you, but with her heels on, you have to crane your neck back to meet the gaze of her green eyes.

She leans in to give you a kiss on each cheek, and as she does so she whispers, “I’m glad you’re wearing my gift, my shy, little, American boy.”

“Bianca!” Kayla calls out. “You were right about the outfit! He looks great.”

Bianca crosses the room to greet the girls. They all give her a warm reception, but you notice Leanna gives her a funny look as she walks over. Leanna, typically considered to be the hottest girl in your school wears a backless dress that is as white as her fair skin. The dress reveals so much of the redhead’s torso that you can almost see every curve of her perky breasts when she raised her arms over her head. Was she jealous of Bianca?

You make a drink for yourself and Bianca while she greets the girls, and when she rejoins you in the kitchen, you whisper, “What are you doing here?”

“Aren’t you happy to see me?” She leans back against the bar, tensing the straps of her dress.

“It’s not that,” you say. “It’s just... I don’t know. You’re the reason I’m dressed like this.”

Bianca let her gaze linger over you. Even though she’s already seen you wearing even less, you find yourself flinching away from her. “I’m here to be served a drink by my favorite bartender,” she says. “And to enjoy the view.”

“Well, don’t get used to the view,” you say. “I’m changing into real clothes before we leave.”

Bianca tsks at you. “Still so shy, Sam. It is a shame that your friends don’t get to see you the way I saw you earlier today.”

“Look,” you say, feeling your speedo get snugger, “it’s not that I’m not happy to see you. Just.... um... earlier we were playing games. You already got me to wear this speedo in front of this group of women, so let’s just say you won. No more games tonight?”

Bianca smiles at you then gently pinches your cheek. “Don’t you remember what I said this afternoon, Sam? I found my new, favorite plaything.” She picks up the martini you poured her and before walking away she says, “Now, stop hiding behind the bar. I want these women to enjoy the outfit I chose for you.”

The pregame carries on and on. The drinks keep pouring and the sorority girls keep getting more and more handsy with you, taking any excuse to stroke and pinch your body. Bianca is the only one who keeps her hands off you. She is content to sit and watch you with a soft smile on her face. The hours tick by and you start to wonder if this humiliation will ever end.

At last, right after Jane announces that she wants to do a body shot off you, you feel a set of hands give you an affectionate hug from behind. You’ve gotten pretty familiar with how these women’s hands feel, and you recognize that it’s Erica holding you.

“Alright, ladies,” Erica announced. “Sam has been a great sport, but we should let him put some real clothes on so we can go to the club!”

You sigh with relief.

“Oh no!” Bianca says, looking at the clock on the wall. “I had no idea it had gotten so late. I wonder what could have been distracting me.” The sorority girls laugh as Bianca winks at you, except for Leanna who glares at her jealously. “I’m afraid we’ll have to pick a different club,” Bianca continues. “The one I recommended is the most popular one in the city. The line will be too long at this hour.”

“Look at us,” Leanna said, gesturing at the sorority girls. “They’d be happy to let a bunch of gorgeous women cut the line.”

“Most nights, yes,” Bianca said. “But tonight is... how do you say in English...Ladies Night.”

“Ladies Night?” Kayla asked.

“Yes! It’s very popular. Almost all of the people in attendance are women, so I’m afraid the line will be full of gorgeous women. Practically the only men you’ll see are the ones working behind the bar. And you’ll definitely notice them. They have a very strict dress code that I know you’ll like.”

“Mmmmmm,” Kayla said. “What’s the dress code.”

Bianca grins and gestures at you with her martini glass. “Where do you think I got the idea for your handsome friend’s outfit?”

The girls laugh. “All the bartenders are wearing speedos?!” Jane asked. “I can’t believe we’re missing it.”

Bianca takes a sip of her martini, then looks at you. She has a familiar smile on her face that makes your mouth go dry.

“Actually, ladies, I have an idea,” Bianca says. “We have a muscular young man here who happens to be wearing the exact uniform of the club's staff. Maybe, if we pretend that he is working tonight, he can help us skip the line.”

As the sorority girls all nod in agreement, your jaw drops. Bianca knew exactly how to get you out in public in that outfit. The other girls all talk excitedly with each other while your tormenter leans back in her chair. She licks her lips in a way that makes you wonder what she might have planned for you at the club.

“Well, Sam?” Erica asks. “Would you be willing to do it for us?”