Drinks

Jade and Charlotte laughed from the sofa. Courtney gestured for her to sit. “Come on, sit down between them. We’ve ordered pizza. Proper greasy one. None of that fancy shit you’re probably used to.”

Sylvie hesitated, but sat down awkwardly on the sofa between Jade and Charlotte. Courtney lounged in the worn armchair opposite, legs spread casually.

The girls immediately started chatting loudly, gossiping about local lads, reality TV drama, and who had slept with who at the last big party. Their language was crude and unfiltered, full of swearing and slang. Sylvie sat quietly, feeling completely out of place, but listening despite herself.

Charlotte suddenly leaned forward to grab a fresh can of cider from the coffee table. Her huge, round bubble butt waved directly in Sylvie’s face, the tight tracksuit bottoms stretching obscenely. Then, without warning, a loud, wet fart erupted from Charlotte’s ass, blasting straight into Sylvie’s face.

Sylvie recoiled in shock and horror, coughing and waving her hand in front of her nose. “Oh my God!” she gasped, her posh voice filled with disgust. “That is absolutely vile!”

The other girls burst out laughing. Courtney was laughing so hard she nearly spilled her drink.

“Fucking hell, Charlotte!” Courtney wheezed, still laughing. “Her ass was just trying to make Sylvie fit in! Welcome to the family, princess!”

Jade and Charlotte were in stitches, slapping their thighs. Charlotte turned around, still grinning. “Sorry, babe. Must’ve been the beans earlier.”

Sylvie sat there, mortified and horrified, her face burning with embarrassment. The smell lingered. The girls continued laughing and teasing her about it as the pizza arrived.

As the evening wore on, the girls started asking her questions, teasing her about her posh life.

“So, what’s your fiancé like then?” Charlotte asked, still giggling. “Bet he’s proper boring in bed.”

Sylvie flushed. “Alex is a gentleman. He respects me.”

The girls howled with laughter. Jade leaned in. “Gentleman? Sounds like a right dry fuck. You ever had a proper rough one, babe?”

Sylvie shook her head, embarrassed but unable to stop listening. The conversation grew more explicit as the night went on. The girls shared stories of wild nights, one-night stands, and parties that went too far. Sylvie sat there, sipping her cider, feeling a strange mix of disgust and fascination.

By midnight, the girls were tipsy and loud. Courtney turned to her with a smirk.

“First night done, princess. Tomorrow we’ll really show you how we live. Get some sleep. You’re gonna need it.”

Sylvie went to the spare room, changed into her own pyjamas, and lay in the small bed, staring at the ceiling. The house was noisy with laughter and music from the living room. She felt completely out of her depth.

But as she drifted off to sleep, one thought kept circling in her mind.

What have I gotten myself into?