Kicking up the party

"What work?" Jordan looked confused, "What are we doing?"

"I need the people of in this party to be drunker. That's your first job. Got it?" Emily gestured towards the door

"How am I supposed to do that?!"

"Ugh, find my broth--I mean, Troy. Get him more drunk, and others will follow. Including yourself." Emily said grabbing Jordan's arm and pushing her out of the room. Jordan stumbled out, catching herself. Shit. She had no idea how she was gonna convince someone to get more drunk. And what the hell did Emily slip up? She was too tipsy to know for sure. But she had a mission. Jordan made her way downstairs.

"Heyyy Jordan got lost upstairs uhh" Jordan turned spooked, seeing it was Jason. Clearly more drunk than the last time she saw him.

"Hey, do you know where Troy is?"

"Uhhh, I think outside, but why you wanna know? He's a jackass lmao" Jason rambled

"No reason," Jordan said b-lining it to the backyard. Jordan looked around, light fixtures were all around the oak deck, with even more people against the wooden railing. Jordan went down the deck onto the stone path that led to either the pool. Currently filled with many splashing people and pool noodles, and donuts or the fireplace. Mostly couples cuddling, including Troy, whose currently enamored by two blonde girls on each of his other sides.

Shit. Jordan had no idea how she could get his attention. She would be competing with the barbies currently sucking up to him as much as possible. Jordan panicked, she looked around, back at the house. Seeing from a window, Emily staring deadpanned at Jordan. Fuck it, Jordan thought as she marched up to Troy.

"Hey Troy," Jordan snapped

"Hey...Do I know you?" Troy responded turning his attention back to the girls at his side. Both looked at Jordan in disgust.

"No, not really, but you're gonna want to soon," Jordan smirked as she knelt down in front of him.

"Go away," Troy scoffed, "I'm busy." Troy gestured to the girls.

"Listen I need--"

"--I don't care unless you're gonna offer something these girls can't. I'm not interested." Troy said gliding his hand to squeeze one of the girl's asses. She jolted up, laughing. Jordan looked back at Emily. Jordan winced.

"Listen asshat, come get a drink with me, I'll...do more than let you grope me." Jordan stuttered before standing up and pathetically posing in an attempt to show off her ass. Troy's eyes sparked, and he gave a wide grin.

"Looks like we have a winner, for now." Troy sat up to the girl's displeasure and scoffed at Jordan. Jordan grabbed Troy's hand and led him to the liquor table.

"Shot for shot? And I'll jerk you off, okay?" Jordan whispered in Troy's ear. Troy got out two red solo shot cups and filled them with Fireball. Jordan and Troy clinked it then sank it. And did it again, and again. Three shots down, Jordan didn't swallow the last one and instead kissed Troy, spitting the shot into his mouth.

"Oh you are, nasty." Troy laughed. "Let's go to my room." Troy lead her to his room, down the hall from where she assumed Emily was. The door had a "DO NOT GO IN HERE" sign on the front in chicken scratch writing. Troy jumped onto his bed back first. Looking at Jordan, gesturing to his crotch. Jordan kneeled down in front of him. Sighing and tugging on his pants. She undid his jeans and slid them down. His large cock flipped out, and Jordan gasped.

"Hurry up," Troy spat out, "Make sure to spit on it too." Jordan started to rub up and down his shaft. Her hand holds his cock fully, but it still requires a lot of arm movement. She leaned over and drooled saliva onto his head. Rubbing it in by the motion of her wrist.

Jordan pumped her hand up and down his girthy cock.

"You're good at this." Troy gave a light breath. Jordan blushes remembering her most recent "experience." If that's what you can call it.

"I'm gonna cum on your face, got it?" Troy said grunting.

"O...kay." Jordan said defeated

Jordan looked down at his cock, throbbing in her hand. She knew what was coming. Troys cock shot a rope of cum, slashing across her face.

"You got a towel," Jordan asked as cum dripped from her chin.

Troy started buckling his pants up, "No." He laughed as her got up to walk out the door. Ugh again, Jordan had to wipe cum onto herself. She elected her shorts again, now very noticeable white smears were on her shorts. Troy left the room, running out. His wooing could be heard throughout his house. That for sure is gonna get the party pumped.

Jordan returned to the room Emily was in.

"Good work, I can hear Troy already getting more rowdy." Emily said, "By the way, you have some stuff on your chin" Emily chuckled as Jordan wiped her mouth with her hand.

"Can you delete the pictures now,"

"Nope. You're not done," Emily Smirked as she walked over to a dresser in the corner of the room. "You're gonna sit in this room and wait until I let you out."

"Wha--"

"Shut up!" Emily marched to the door, "I have the pictures, you do what I say. No more complaining from you."

Emily walked out of the room, Jordan sat down on the bed sighing.