Woo hoo

The party is only a block or so away from the university so you start to walk. You make a mental note to if you ever feel the need to use the bitch breaker on yourself again you will do it on a weekend where you can sit around and do nothing until you feel like walking again.

After a grueling 10 minute walk you arrive and your first sight really sets the tone for you. There are people everywhere, Tyrone’s ‘small get together’ easily has 50 people and its only about 8pm.

“Yeah, you can enjoy this for about 4 hours max.” Chelsea says, her voice beginning to get drowned out by the music, “Then the cops will probably show up.”

The three of you approach the house and it looks like there is a lot going on, music, card games, 4 different kegs, Rone sure knows how to throw a party. You mill around for a while hanging out with the cheerleaders as they behave exactly like the social butterflies you imagine them to be but after meeting a whole load of people and remembering virtually none of their names you decide to walk off yourself.

You approach the one of the kegs to get yourself a drink. Beer was never your favourite but it's free. You grab a red solo cup, fill it and step back to find a wall to lean against so you can look around. You don’t know many other people since you haven’t been paying much attention in classes and approaching randoms isn't really your style. So you figure you will sit back and watch some people.

You don’t have to watch long before you notice the grumpy blonde with the pixie cut from this morning walking about. One glance at her and it was obvious, she was here to get some of that aspiring professional athlete dick. A low cut top was doing absolutely nothing to hide her fairly small tits and shorts that were little more than a belt made it very clear to everyone exactly what she wanted. However, it wasn’t really working in her favour at this point because she was yet to be noticed by Tyrone or any of the other basketballers. You watch as she turns away some poor guy, probably her 5th of the night, when you hear a voice.

“She looks like she is really struggling over there haha, that’s gotta be the 4th guy I’ve seen her turn down.”

“Oh, my counts at five,” you say as you turn to look at the voice.

Cutting a fine figure through the other people at the party stands a blonde in a very tight blue dress with a deep cut up the thigh. Taken aback you fail to stop yourself giving her a quick look up and down, which she notices and you think she gives you a wink.

“Come sit with me, you have to claim the couches as early as you can at these house parties, otherwise you have to stand all night” she says, quickly jumping on the plush looking two seater couch pushed up against the wall of the frat house.

You smile and follow her. Random gorgeous blonde shows up and says “come sit with me,” you're definitely going with her, yes it could be a trap but its one you are more than happy to fall into at this stage. You sit down on the couch with her, sitting a little closer than you probably need but you don't think she is going to mind.

“So, you have me on the couch but I don’t know you name.” you smile as you glance down so see the slit in the side of her dress has caused it to ride up so high that you are pretty confident she isn’t wearing panties.

“Haha, I’m Ellen and you?”

“I’m Isabel, I'm first year physiotherapy.”

“Ooo, a first year, this is probably your first university party then, I studied business and graduated last year, but I still work close by and I’ve learned if you show up to these parties in a tight dress you can take all the **** you want and no one says a thing.”

“Oh no, you take advantage of these poor college boys you bad girl. So you graduated, what do you do now?”

She flashes you a smile that promises all sorts of mischief

“Well, since I’m sure it will help my bad girl image, I manage Temptation,”

“You manage temptation? What does that even mean?”

“Haha, first year indeed, it’s the adult shop about 10 minutes walk from campus.”

“You run an adult shop?” You have a sudden moment of realization “Oh, you would be able to help me with a small bet I have.”

“Anything you need,” you recognise the look in her eyes, this is the same look you have when you are watching the cheerleaders or when you are staring at Scarlett when she comes out of the shower. She’s a predator and you are the prey. You feel her hand running up your leg and that confirms this and while you are more than happy for this encounter to end up in your bedroom you are not keen to be submissive in this relationship.