A red mini skirt that hugs your thighs and a itty bitty black tube top

You stare across at yourself, knowing your tight small frame will drives all the guys at the party wild. She accepted that many guys would get boners and hard from just staring at her sexy golden complexion mix with her out of this world round booty. The lacy red china inspire thong and bra set lay underneath your hot outfit.

Her parents constantly told her to lose weight, to get rid of her ebony ass but not in those type of words, and improve her grades in school. But you, May, couldn't care for her parents old timey guidance. You shook your head with a cheek grin as you prepare the last dash of your makeup and called up Kayla, your white friend from college.

...

You escape the house with ease, sliding out the backdoor without anyone taking notice of you. You quickly found yourself in a steady walk over to Kayla white mustang. You push open the door sliding next to the gorgeous tan white goddess. Unlike you, she had curves in all of the right spots. Her glorious vast tits hung proudly inside her radiant soft purple dress. Her ass equally if not larger than yours as she drove off.

"May, you ready for this bat shit insane party?" She said in a very enthusiastic coke filled voice.

"Yeah babe. I hope this party got beer though. The last alpha delta fraternity party was so lame. The guys was uber ugly, and beer was so lite. It couldn't have gotten a swarm of mosquitoes drunk."

Kayla nodded. "Yeah there was so many betas their. No one wanted to speak or meet our eyes. But I heard from various people that this party is going to be epically awesome."

"Who did you hear that from?" You ask.

"Oh a man I met last night at a bar. Malcolm gave an account of this flashy flamboyant gathering at a warehouse today. I hope it as fun as he explained."

...

Kayla and you arrive outside the dilapidated rundown storehouse. A dock full of boats small, medium, and yacht size floats in the seafront. You both step out of the car looking at the mobile home trailer like building. You took Kayla by her soft hand feeling her rings and diamond bracelet accessories against your hand as you saunter toward the establishment entrance way like two bad bitches.

You knock on the door when a large black guy opens the door. He wore a bouncer like outfit. Black shirt, pants as he stares down at the two short tasty treats in front of him. His black balding head shine extra bright as his dark eyes study you both.

"Mmm you must be the entertainment." He said in a rough voice. "I don't think my boys had an asian in awhile."

He let you in guiding you across the ugly horrible stain fill hallway. He permits Kayla to open the two adjacent doors. She thrust open glimpsing seven guys sitting on huge couches and recliners. A large projector on the wall showing a gangster flick as most of the men in here was black besides one white guy that was tatted up. No other women was here, only Kayla and me. Your gut twisting with a nauseous sick sensation.

A skinny lean light skin man walks over. "Mmm fuck. Good job Malcolm." He yell at the white guy. "You know how to pick them. This white snowbunny looks like a total dime piece but I have to concede this Asian whore look like Asa Akira." He looms over you, a good foot taller. His hand reaches out touching your large Asian tail. His hand gripping your cheeks. "Fuck bitch. I may just make you one of my personal sluts not sell you like we was thinking. How would you like that?"