Processed Party

You reach the party and the area is full of people. The music is hard, driving, and raunchy.

You head on to the dance floor, feeling a bit to modestly dressed. Tracy, Melinda, and you move out a bit deeper on the dance floor. Your twerking attracting some attention from the boys.

You spend the next hour gyrating sexily. Occasionally, an admirer slaps your ass.

You are sweaty and growing a bit tired. You exit the dance floor, headed for the bar. You walk by a walled in compound.

Curious, you poke your head through the door. There is a massive orgy going on inside. You lick your lips. This would be a fun way to top off your night.

Next to you a model thin blonde peers in at the action. She wears a tight black dress, which make her modest breasts look a bit bigger. She looks at you.

“Fuck me! There’s a fucking orgy going on in here. Casey was right, this is fucking wild.”

You’re surprised by her characterization. It’s what normal should be, will be, once people accept God.

You look at her more closely. She isn’t wearing a necklace.

“How did you get in?” You whisper conspiratorially.

“I’m rich. I bribed somebody.”

“But, you could have gotten in free if you got processed.”

“Who has time for that.”

You like her. “I’m Erin.”

“I’m Darcy. Can you imagine being in there?”

You can.

“I suppose. It’s probably fun.”

Darcy laughs. “Do you want to get a drink?”

You nod. You follow her as she walks to the bar.

“What would you like?” She practically yells over the noise.

“Just a seltzer.” You scream back.

She hands you an alcoholic seltzer and you begin to drink. You need to help Darcy. She needs to join the flock.