What's a party girl to do? Junior explains. . .

Junior walks over and sits next to you. He takes a few moments to look you up and down before speaking.

"Ok. I'm not going to beat around the bush. Me and the guys get together here once a month to have a little fun. Usually, it's four of us but Ray had to handle some family business down in Louisiana. We rotate who provides the entertainment each time and today was Jack's turn but since I had such a great opportunity here, I called him and swapped," he offers you a wicked grin. "Ray's gonna hate me for missing this, he's spent a lot of time bragging on what a perfect ass he thinks you have."

"I'm so sorry he'll miss it," you say with mock sympathy. "It still sounds like I'm not going to like tonight at all."

"Probably not but that isn't my problem, sweetheart. In a way you lucked out, we have a couple of bets running on the games tonight so the guys will be at least a bit interested in the games but yeah it'll still get busy. Are you on anything?"

You look him in the eye and shake your head. Never in a million years did you think you'd have this discussion with Junior and the leering look on his face was making you pretty uncomfortable.

"Yeah, doesn't everyone these days?"

"You'd be surprised, Halle. Normally when my time pops around, I go through my address book. You'd be surprised how many community college sluts are willing to party for cash. Anytime I find a new one though, we have to have this discussion. At least one in four have to be replaced over it. I had faith you were smarter than that though."

God, this is creepy. Junior is a real piece of work. Normally you'd toss a few creative insults at him but the specter of the so-called justice system is lurking in the back of your head cutting them off.

"I'd have never guessed you were so skeevy," you reply going about as far as you dared to pick at him a bit. "Pervy yes, skeevy no." He just smiles in return.

"Newsflash girl, none of us really care what you think of us. You are what we call the party pussy. I suggest you get used to the idea, every guy here has imagined what it'd feel like to be balls deep inside you. Let's just say you are making a few fantasies happen tonight."

Before you can say anything else, he tosses a gift bag at you. You catch it and look inside seeing a set of clothes.

"What you are wearing isn't bad but tonight demands something a bit different."

You pull them out. There's an orange skirt and a tight white blouse with a plunging neckline included. You look over at him.

"Not too different than what I have on now."

"Yeah but it looks more like you dress for work and that'll get the boy's imaginations running. Make sure you don't wear anything underneath them. Outside maybe Alyssa, you're the one we talk about the most on break so the outfit needs to be perfect. Get rid of the braids too, no way you'd wear them to the diner. If it makes you feel better, the guys know the three rules," he licks his lower lip a bit. "Everything stops if you decide you've had enough, no sex without my permission, and all cell phones are collected up at the door so no video. We may be skeevy as you call it but I do try to keep it civilized."

You just nod not seeing any sense in verbally sparring with him. It is what it is after all. Junior points at the door behind the pool table.

"You can change back there. Go get ready and meet me in the kitchen. It's already 11:00."

"What's behind the other door?" curiosity getting the better of you.

"Just some equipment and stuff, nothing special."

With that, he heads upstairs and you walk behind the pool table. You try the other door first just to find it locked. No sating your idle imagination this time, you guess. So with a shrug, you pop into the door he indicated. It's a small 1/2 bath probably down here so Mick could dodge going upstairs as much as possible. Kinda sad given they do family vacations here and all. You quickly change and pull the braids out. A bit of work with a brush has it hanging free to your shoulders. You'd feel better if you could tie it up somehow to make blowjobs less messy but you didn't bring a scrunchie since braids were the plan. You gather your stuff and head upstairs. A quick stop in the guest room lets you dump the clothes in your overnight bag then you wander down to the kitchen, the clock there reads 11:15.

In the kitchen Junior takes a few minutes showing you where to find the booze, snacks, and weed. After all, you're expected to serve them in more ways than one here. Then he leads you to the storeroom to point out where things are kept just in case something runs out.

"Feel free to help yourself to some pot, it's probably in our best interest if you're feeling good when the fun starts. Leave the **** alone for now though. If I decide I want you wasted later, I'll let you know."

"I guess offering to do odd jobs for a month or so isn't going to make you change your mind here?"

Junior laughs, "If by odd jobs you mean you want me to schedule stuff like this all month long? Sure but I doubt you'll prefer that one. I'm going easy on you because this will impress the guys. I could make a lot more pimping you out for a month than I will here."

You shake your head not wanting to know what the hell that meant. He's right though, better to get it out of the way now.

"When the guys start arriving, I want you to hang in the kitchen until I call for you. You'll know when the boys get here because you'll hear the doorbell go off. It's pretty loud because mom hates wearing her hearing aid up here."

"I'll be on the back deck," you say as you head into the kitchen not waiting for a response. It's a tiny bit of rebellion but you'll take what you can get. You can almost feel Junior's eyes on your barely covered ass as you walk away. Grabbing a joint out of the drawer and lighting up, you lean against the safety rail and stare out at the calm water. Time to wait, you think as you take a big hit. You're lost in thought when you hear a loud bell chime through the house about an hour later, the first of the guests must finally be here. . .