Heroics to Humiliation

Taking a step forward in the blowing blizzard was more difficult than expected. My planned blitzkrieg quickly morphed into a bogged shuffle because my foot couldn’t clear the top of the snow. With my shins plowing the way for my foot, I slowly gained momentum as I move toward the closest frat boy—enough speed to embrace him in the softest of hugs—the ass-out hug you’d give to a girl that you don’t like and don’t want to give the wrong impression to. The breeze chilled my hand when I took the muli-tool out of my pocket. I squeezed tighter, not wanting to drop it when I hit the first guy.

He was so focused on trying to find Monica through the haze of the hot tub, he didn’t notice my approach. Two more shuffles. Cock my arm back low. Ready for the cold hard uppercut to his open jaw.

Monica’s sultry voice freezes me, “Are you guys leaving already?”

The water of the hot tub rippled, and her pretty face parted the fog. She's no longer hiding under the water. Her neck held her head high and strong. The water splashed around her, hiding her body, but giving briefest views of the tops of her breasts.

Frozen at the sight of my pretty girlfriend, dread filled my stomach. Oh no. She’s going to flash them because I told her that was the deal. I bargained with my girlfriend’s nudity, and she was about to pay the price. Oh fuck. My head pounded one thought.

Asshole.

Asshole.

Asshole.

I could still end this. Scare them off before she revealed what was beneath the water.

I re-gripped the multi-tool, almost fumbling it into the snow. Once it was firmly in my hand I reared back again. Attack them while they were distracted.

One of the frat replied through the snow, “Yeah. Wrong address. We were about to leave. Just wanted to check you out first.”

I take one final shuffle. Fuck you bitch. I punch.

“Don’t leave! The weather is awful. You should join me in the hot tub! The more the merrier!” Monica’s projected voice cut through the howling wind.

My arm stopped its swing half way through. My grip loosened and the multitool flicked into the snow, lost until the thaw.

What did my girlfriend just say? Did she just invite these random guys to join her in the hot tub when she’s totally nude? Is this payback for bartering with her body? Holy fuck. I messed up. These frat boys were horny enough when they just saw her underwear on the floor. Now she was inviting them into the hot tub with her. There was no way this could end well.

The guys cheered, “Hell yeah!” A couple of the guys started flinging off their clothes, tossing them into the still piling snow. They have no issue accepting my girlfriend’s offer.

Monica swam up to the edge of the hot tip, rested her elbows on the side and looked over. She asked, “Before you get in, do you guys have any ****? I ran out over here, and I could really use a drink.”

One sprinted back to the running car, snow blazing in his wake. He opened the car door and scampered inside. When he exited the car with a large dark glass bottle and a small rectangular case. The car engine turned off, and the headlights quit illuminating the falling snow, leaving only the interior lights of the hot tub shining in the night.

Two frat guy were already in the hot tub with my girlfriend. The guy with the bottle of **** and the case of chaser, stripped down to his boxer and joined them. The curly head blonde driver stepped up next to me, snow already accumulating in his hair. He asked, “Are you cool with this?”

I stood in shock. I couldn’t believe this was happening.

Monica yelled, “C’mon Chandler! Get back in the tub and meet my new friends! We’re about to do Jaeger shots!”

Her brown eyes glared at me as she smirked.

She knew exactly what she was doing. To punish me for using the view of her body as a bargaining chip, she was going to push it even further. I just hoped she didn’t push it too far. I was humiliated enough.