Two Horny Guys Ready To Party

My next few days were spent making a proper frat boy out of Brandy. I got him a haircut, a new silk bomber jacket, and some boat shoes. He’d never been to a Kappa event, so I had to show him the way, give him the layout, and keep himself from being detected by those blood thirsty jackals who called themselves students.

By friday evening, he was ready for the weekly Kappa mixer, held in their house like clockwork. It was held every week so the rich kids could swim about their tiny genepool, without worrying about giving hpv to a commoner. I’d been to a few with Trisha, and dad gum I was going to this one with Trisha too. She just didn’t know it yet.

I was fully convinced that Kappa House was the center of all evil in this supernatural case. The brand, the drugs, my strange behavior. It all came down to what these beautiful cretins were doing behind closed doors. They already knew about, me, and knew to be weary, but I was just a distraction. While I was working at the base of power, Veronica, and Marcy. Brandy would be going for the very top, Laura Outham. Those poor satanic bastards had no idea that their count of enemies had doubled.

Now as much as I hate the Kappas, and everything they stand for, I couldn’t fault them when it came to parties. Even their mixers, which were their most toned down events, were off the chain. It’s not hard to wonder why, the gene pool for these parties were America’s richest oldest white guys, and their beautiful eastern european pornstar wives. They had enough money and clout to turn a petty zoo into a world class event. Wherever you looked, there was a beautiful woman. If their ukranian ass-play mom’s looks weren’t powerful enough to overcome whatever their goblin fathers looked like, then there was always, expensive clothing, makeup, and surgery so perfect, the almighty himself was green with envy. The asses and tits of these coeds were big, and round, perfect in both shape and bounce, some of them brand new graduation presents from their ill bred parents.

“Wow.” Brandy marveled at the disgusting crowd, seeing for the first time beauties he thought limited to pornhub. “Is this heaven?”

The frantic pop music playing over the speakers of the house, didn’t sound very cherubic to me, but many of the faces were if nothing else, angelic. “It’s hell Brandy, and you’re here for the queen devil herself. “Stay focused.”

“I’m focused as hell.” He shot back, straightening his pink, jacket. “Find Laura, seduce Laura, score points with Laura. I got this gist.” His eyes wandered off of me. “Uh oh, Trisha’s spotted you.”

Well that was bound to happen. I straightened my shirt. “How do I look?”

“Ugly, poor.”

“Perfect.” I gave him a wink, slapped him on the shoulder, and turned around to meet up with Trisha.

“What are you doing here?” She had her arms crossed. I guess we didn’t leave things off on a high note last week.

“I came to see you.” I lied “Listen,”

“I’m tired of listening to you Bryce. Just get out of here.”

Oh yeah, I’ve forgotten all about, all those times she heeded my advice and concerns, during our time together. “Baby, I know I was being insensitive to you last time. I realize that now. And I know that we don’t agree on a lot of things. But none of that matters, I love you. I want to make this change for you, I want to be with you. I was wrong.”

The thumping beat of the pop music pulsed, away as she looked at me, not saying a word. Her eyebrows simply raised up, and her mouth slid open. “You’ve never said you were wrong before.”

“I know.” I may have a pathological distaste for admitting something like that.

She pursed her lips together, and then folded her arms around me, resting her head on my chest. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” I said gently, placing my hand on the back of her head. We swayed with the psychotic beat of the house music. We settled into that mutual silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the feel of a warm body for a few moments, before ruining it with whatever our relationship was going to be. “Can I get you something to drink?”

She sniffed, and looked up at me. Her eyes were wet and glassy. She nodded her head. “Yes please.”

“Okay.” I smiled. “Be right back.”

I really did intend on coming back with a drink, but as I was grabbing a soda from the ice chest, I felt two hands hook under my armpits and drag me away towards a corner of the room. Not again! I opened my mouth to scream, but a hand clamped over it before I could get any noise out! I was shoved into the corner, and when I turned around to face my attackers, both of their heads were below my eyeline. Marcy, and Veronica were looking at me with cold scowls across their faces.

The app was true to its word. Marcy was standing there in a short skirt, and I just wanted to reach up under there, knowing she was exposed. I lifted my can of coke like a weapon. “Stay back, you’re not going to brand me again!”

“What are you doing here?” Marcy hissed. “This is our sanctum!”

Veronica nodded along, adding, “You shouldn’t be here.”

“Chill out.” I said, trying to heed my own advice. “I’m just here to make up with my girlfriend.”

“You mean enslave her?” Veronica gave me a cold stare.

That chilled me, as it was closer to the truth than I would have thought anyone capable of guessing. “What are you talking about?”

She rolled her eyes, sneering my way. “You should leave, animals are not permitted within our temple.”

“Except as sacrifices.” Marcy added with a cruel smile.

Fuck, I’d pushed these two, too far. They were talking about taking me out! I looked around the room, to see if there were any other Kappas looking my way, just waiting for the signal to flay me alive. “Is there a problem here?” I only barley noticed Trisha come out of the crowd when she said that.

The two cultists glanced over their shoulders to Trisha, and gave fake smiles. It was chilling. Veronica’s was as sweet and caring as she’d been when I thought we were dating. It was a real girlfriend smile. Marcy likewise looked innocent and at peace. “Bryce was just telling us about the brand he got!” She gushed, sounding half drunk.

“Was he?” Trisha crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Bryce show us!” Veronica gushed, pawing at my chest.

“Oww!” I winced. “Get off.” I pushed her away as hard as I dared around Trisha. Then I looked around at the three of them, feeling somehow busted for something I couldn’t control. “It’s… still healing.”

“Okay, well…” Trisha looked at me with a sideways glance. “We’ll talk to you two later.” She held out her hand, and when I took it she pulled me out from the corner.

I could breathe again! Though I still felt the eyes of Marcy and Veronica drilling into me from behind. “Here’s your soda.” I said dumbly, holding it out to her. Trisha took it with her free hand. “That wasn’t what it looked like.”

“It looked like you were scared for your life there.” She said with a faint smile.

“Oh.” I chuckled nervously. “Then it was exactly what it looked like. Thanks for believing me.”

“Of course.” We were a safe distance by this point, so she turned towards me, and put her hands on my chest. The cool metal of her soda can sent shivers through my body. “I know you Bryce. You’re going to wait at least a few months before you screw this up.”

I grinned. “Exactly. Until then, I’m on my best behavior.”

By this point we were both grinning at each other, basking in a mutual warmth. At the moment neither of us was sickened by, or could even recall the past behavior of the other. We were simply enjoying the feel of something familiar.

Then within the old warmth, I felt the pricking of something cool and new enter my awareness. (Laura Outham +3)(-72 SP)