They're here for sex

A glance at Gwen confirmed that she was thoroughly entranced (was this the first time she had seen a shirtless man? Surely not…), so Izzy took the opportunity to pursue her own agenda. Leaning into Jordyn conspiratorially she murmured, “I’m here to get laid. That’s about it.”

Izzy paused, glanced at Gwen’s torn expression, then added, “She is too. Even if she doesn’t realize it yet.”

Jordyn grinned and licked his lips slightly. “Right”, he said. “Hmm… let’s see what we have to work with.”

He pulled back, assessed Izzy, then Gwen (who was still entranced by the impromptu strip show, and was now fidgeting like she had to pee), then finally said, “Well, you’re definitely dressed for the part. She… isn’t. But some guys like that! Plus those tits of hers should help.”

Izzy avoided looking at her own chest.

The back deck of the house looked out onto a moderate yard ringed in by hedges. Some of the calmer students were out back here, sitting on folding chairs around a campfire which was almost certainly not up to code. Izzy and Jordyn had dragged Gwen out with them—she’d feigned gratitude—and she was now sitting on the bottom of the wooden porch steps, watching the fire. On the deck itself, Jordyn and Izzy schemed.

“You’ve got two good options, as I see it”, explained Jordyn. He pointed with a thumb to one of the people ringing the fire: a sturdy-looking fellow with a wide face and a shock of floppy hair. “That’s Peter Mitchell. Not a bad guy. Describes himself as ‘sympathetic to the female plight.’”

Izzy raised an eyebrow, so Jordyn elaborated. “Means he’ll pity-fuck you if you seem **** enough”, he said. “Would work for you—”

“Hey!”, Izzy interjected.

“but your friend there would have to suddenly get a lot more honest with herself.” Jordyn finished, undeterred.

Still pouting at his description of her, Izzy asked, “And the other option?”

“Jason Faulkner. Every party he does the same thing: gets an orgy going with pretty much anyone who’s interested. He’s probably already started. Figure you two could get in easy—wouldn’t be that hard to trick Little Miss Jesus into wandering into his path—but you’ll have to share with all the other sluts in there.”