Trap House (Open)

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“Damnit Sky! This is inedible now!!” Steve shouted, before hitting the edge of the cooking sheet that the girl was holding, sending burned coquettes flying at her face. “Clean this mess up and start again! Don’t forget them this time.”

Steve patted the girl’s head gently as a sort of consolation prize for being berated and humiliated for her simple mistake. She wore a simple black leather collar from which a spare key dangled playfully between her collarbones.

The house had been in the Connor family for a few generations now, Steve was just the newest incarnation of his family to move in. They’d lived there together for about 5 years now, right after Steve finished culinary school. It was 4 years ago that they gave Sky her key. After that spare keys became highly coveted artifacts and their little stable as well as their reputation grew. The legend of Trap House was born.

Tonight was going to be the LVHS Senior Prom, which meant that Steve’s 4th annual “Morp Afterparty” would be in full swing by the time the dance ended. Morp was a pretty dated concept in Steve’s mind but the attitude behind it was timeless. Unchaperoned adolescents feeling like rebels, going against the grain and indulging in activities Mommy and Daddy might not agree with. A huge tent rigged with lighting and sound equipment was already set up in the back yard, the girls had sexy little costumes already picked out and J.J. had decorated the house with the perfect ambiance of balloons, streamers and sarcasm. Andrew had even set up a photo area on the second floor between their two rooms, he couldn’t wait to see how that little area developed (Pun fully intended).

Just about everything was perfectly ready for the big bash except for Steve’s trademark appetizer spread. They hadn’t even finished the canapés to go around the ice sculpture, never mind about the hot appetizers that the girls would be passing on trays.

Truthfully it was Steve’s own laziness that was to blame for the catastrophic rush that was on now and not Sky’s feeble attempts at helping. Steve knew this deep down and Sky probably did too, but it was a great way to blow off steam and clear his mind.

“Sorry for shouting Sky, do me a favor and go make sure everything else is set up while the croquettes are baking.”

OOC Here goes my 1st post for this thread.

IC
Andrew arrived back from setting up the photo area.He heard Steve shouting at Skyler and chuckled knowing that his friend had proabley made the poor girl run round all day inpreperation for what was to be a busy evening.

"Steve if you make the poor girl run arounds to much she'll be too tired for tonight the poor thing" Andrew grinned as he passed Skyler entering the kitchen.He grinned at his friend busily preparing the food,the Morp party was always a memorable event and he looked foward to it each time it occured."So whats the plan for this evening?" he asked Steve leaning against the wall watching his friend hard at work.

Lady of the House

Someone always had to be first, it was no different at Trap House. Sky had been first, the first of many to fall prey to the lure of the house. In truth she hadn't intended to stay. Like so many others she had only come for the thrill of a night free from the rigors of everyday life. Not that there were that many rigors to the her life.

Skylar Tate's life, was the picture of perfection. From the moment she was born, she had the world at her feet. Nothing was impossible, every goal and desire attainable. She was young, affluent and beautiful, which is why many people found her decision to stay at Trap House baffling. But Sky loved her life at the house. As the first and oldest, she considered herself to be the lady of the house. Steve and the boys depended on her the most and the girls looked to her for guidance and friendship. She didnt dare dream of leaving, there was simply no reason.

Sky didnt flinch, when Steve's hand connected with the baking tray. She had grown used to his outbursts, especially where his cooking was involved. She had meant to check on the oven sooner, but had gotten distracted by some other equall demanding task. She knew how important tonight was, in fact every party they threw here at the house was important.

She nuzzled her head into Steve's palm as he gave the top of her head a gentle pat. Bending gracefully, she scooped up the few croquettes that had fallen on the floor.

“Sorry for shouting Sky, do me a favor and go make sure everything else is set up while the croquettes are baking.”

Sitting back on her ankles, she tilted her head up to look at Steve giving him a soft smile.

"Of course, now stop looking so worried. Tonight is going to be excellent."

She leaned in then to hug his leg, rubbing her cheek softly against his thigh, before rising to her feet once more.

"The plan fellas is to party our asses off, get fucked up and hit as much barely legal ass as we can."

J.J. entered the room where the other's were already talking about that nights festivities.

"Hey Sky, looking good as always. Hope Steve's not working you too hard. You're gonna need all the energy you can muster for tonight. Of course, you know that already don't you."

He patted her playfully on the ass and headed to the kitchen.

"Any of you guys wanna beer?"

Sam comes into the kitchen through the back and sees the three men in the kitchen talking about the party. Sam knew that Steve wanted all the girls in the house to dress in sexy costume, so Sam was looking for him to get his approval. Sam took a tradional Playbody bunny outfit concept and altered it making it even sexier. She wore a black tube top, black shorts that rode up her butt with a tail, white nylongs on her legs, 3 inch heels, rabbit ears hair band, and of course her collar.

"So how you like my costume for this evening?"

Andrew declined J.J's offer for a beer as he wanted to stay freash at least for the moment."My my Sam you look very sexy' he grinned approvingly at her outfit,he looked at the other 2 guys knowing they were thinking the same thing and couldn't wait for the masses to arrive.

"Lookin' good Sam." He opened the fridge and grabbed a beer. He popped the cap and took a swig.

"This is shaping up to be our best party yet."

Sam grabbed a beer for herself and cracked it open, hoping that it was alright for her to do so. She then looked around a bit.

"Is there anything I could do to help set up at the moment?"

Sky gave a small yelp as J.J patted her ass.

"Don't you worry about me J.J, I'll be as ready as ever this evening. Question is, will you?

A bright smile crossed her face as Sam entered the room in her own redition of a playboy bunny suit. Placing the baking tray on what free space was available on the counter she crossed the room to her friend.

"You look excellent, doll" she said biting her lower lip. "You're gonna have everyone's mouth watering."

Looking back at J.J, Steve and Andrew, she whispered into Sam's ear, "You already do."


Of all the girls at the house, Sam was Sky's favorite. She had been there almost as long as Sky had and the friendship between them ran deep. Together they kept the other girls in line, kept the boys happy and kept the house in order.

"Don't you worry about me J.J, I'll be as ready as ever this evening. Question is, will you?"

"Hah, you should know better then to ask me that." J.J. took another swig of his beer. "Need I remind you about last years party? Remember the foursome I had with the cheerleader and her bitchy friends? Don't you worry sweetie, I'll be more than ready for tonight."

Steve's jaw literally fell open when Sam walked into the room, she looked absolutely stunning. Steve forgot all about the butter he was whisking into a cream sauce on the stove and walked over. It took him the longest of anyone to respond but his response was by far the most adamant. He looped his finger through the loop on Sam's collar and pulled her across the kitchen to meet him in a deep, agressive, passionate kiss.

Steve was prone to sudden outbursts of emotion when presented with food and sex. The two were just such a perfect compliment, the way one could make you want the other and then back again to wanting the first. It was beautiful.

His bliss was interrupted abruptly by his mind wandering back to food again. He raced back to his sauce, whisking it vigorously in an attempt to save the cream from curdling.

"Somebody get that sexy bitch outa here, I need to focus!" Steve said playfully, flashing Sam a wink when he was done banishing her from his kitchen. "Sky, I swear to God if you burn those croquettes again I'm going to shove them up your ass."

Andrew smiled,"come on Sam my little bunnykns lets leave Steve to finish the meal" he chuckled offering the young lady his arm and escorting her to the living room.

Sitting on the couch Andrew smiled and playfully patted her legs,"you should wear that outfit more often my dear it suits you" he whispered running his eyes over her body,

Sky tried her hardest to hide the look of irritated frustration that flickered across her face at Steve's words. She knew he was stressed, but that was no reason to shout at her.

She fought against the pang of jealously that rose in her when she thought about the deep kiss Steve had rewarded Sam with only moments before. Here she was working her ass off, and the only thanks he could show was to yell.

"I can think of alot of things I could shove up your ass at the moment... I am trying you know" she mumbled bitterly to herself.

Steve sighed loudly, he hated dealing with emotions and feelings. Deep down he knew those things were important to women and generally tried to be sensitive to the feelings of others, but at the moment he was focused on the task at hand and occasionally disregarded the feelings of the girls who lived like pets in his home. He clutched the side of Sky's face gently and brought her head slowly against his chest.

"I'm sorry Sky, you know its only because I expect the very best from you on a regular basis." He planted a soft kiss on the crown of her head before he whispered seductively into her ear. "You already know I'm going to make it up to you tonight."

The statement was punctuated by a sensual caress of her lovely ass. Sky must have known that he was going to give her a reaction at least that passionate once she strode down the stairs in her "vintage" LVHS school uniform. He'd been dating students from that old High School for going on 6 years now and that uniform never failed to get his motor humming. This was a time for his other motor though.

"I want to show you something." He whispered to Sky, opening the oven door and pulling out the steaming hot tray filled with his bare hands. "This is how you know you've been working hard..."

After he'd set the tray of golden brown pastries down he showed her his thick skinned calloused fingertips.

"Give me your hand, I want to see if you've been working hard." He smiled at her, gently grasping her wrist.

It was often hard to tell when Steve was serious and when he was joking. He smiled and winked at Sky as if reassuring her that he would never press her finger against the hot steel tray, but then again he did do that sort of thing from time to time. He was always testing the girls' limits, dragging them farther into submission. Even Sky who had been there the longest and plunged the deepest.

She toyed with the notion of pulling away from Steve when he reached for her, but only for a moment. As always with the slightest touch from him she surrendered to his will, as she did in all things. She felt herself melt against him as he held her to his chest.

"I'm sorry Sky, you know its only because I expect the very best from you on a regular basis."

She knew, and it was for that very reason she was so upset now. If there was one thing Sky hated, it was disappointing Steve and the others.

She sighed softly as his lips brushed the top of her head, her arms going about his waist in a light embrace.

"You already know I'm going to make it up to you tonight."

The promise in his voice sent shivers down her spine. She arched like a cat against him, purring softly as his hand caressed her ass. Tiptoeing slight she leaned her head back and pressed a kiss just beneath his jaw, her tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

"I want to show you something." Releasing him, Sky watched in awe as he took the tray from the oven with his bare hands. "This is how you know you've been working hard..." She looked at his fingers, her eyes trailing slowly over the roughened skin. It didnt take much for her to remember what they felt like on her skin, between her thighs. She gave another small shiver as she felt herself grow damp.

"Give me your hand, I want to see if you've been working hard."

She didnt resist when he took hold of her wrists, even though she saw his eyes take several glances at the hot tray. She merely turned her hands in his, letting him see the soft pink flesh of her palms. She didnt fear anything anymore, she did at first, but she had learned to trust Steve and the others. She had survived everything they did and in the end she was always grateful she had trusted them to guide her.

She knew he was testing her, her devotion, her submission. He tested them all, sometimes in the simplest of ways. She heard his question though the words weren't spoken, how far was she willing to go to please him? She wanted nothing more than to prove her loyalty to him.

Staring into his eyes, Sky slipped her hands from his grasp and placed her fingers on the baking tray. She winced momentarily at the searing pain that rushed through her fingertips, fanning out through her body, her eyes closed briefly against the pain. When she opened her eyes again a single tear slid down her cheek, but her hands stayed firmly planted on the sides of the tray.

"One can always work harder." was all she whispered, her lips trembling.

Steve watched only long enough to flash a sincere smile at Sky, the girl's devotion was simply unfaltering. He slid an arm under both of hers and lifted her hands slowly grasping each palm in one of his own hands. Lapping the single tear from Sky's cheek, Steve proceeded to gently suck each of her fingertips in turn, soothing her scorched flesh with his moist mouth.

Poor girl, he would definately need to show her his appreciation later tonight. He used a gentle grip on the back of Sky's head to pull her against him again. This time he didn't hold back he fully embraced her, squeezing her lovely body against his. He then looked over the top of her at J.J. already pounding beers.

"J.J. you know what's going to happen if you start pounding those now don't you?" Steve said warily. "Think New Year's Eve '04."

A date that lived in infamy for all of the housemates, that year they made an agreement that they would drink from midnight the night before until midnight of the new year. They made it to about 1:30pm and then the vomiting started. That night was perhaps the only terrible party that Trap House had ever seen. A slight smile crossed Steve's lips as that memory brought back the memories of how tenderly and caringly Sky had watched after him when he had been "incapacitated".

"Ok we got about 2 more hours before the early guests start showing up." Steve said after glancing at the clock. "Sky you ought to get dressed."

Steve went back to his food. Each croquette was topped by a shrimp half and a small olive sliver, they looked absolutely beautiful as Steve set them out on a mirrored tray and garnished each with a tiny segment of chive. They were joined on the platter by tiny rounds of toasted bread that were spread with a red pesto sauce and topped with slices of tenderloin steak. Each of those was garnished with a tiny bit of red wine sauce before Steve went on to the final component on the tray. Individual endive leaves were filled with a light coat of the cream sauce Steve had been working on, the leaves finally each recieved a half of a perfectly seared diver scallop, a little spoonful of red onion marmalade provided a delicious garnish.

"Finally, cold appetizers done!" Steve sighed, wiping his hands on the side towels that hung from his waist. "Yo J.J. make yourself useful why don'tcha? Take this mirror out with the others in the tent. Now I'm ready for a beer."

Steve chuckled as he pulled a drink from the fridge and popped it open. There was nothing like a nice cold beer after slaving over a stove for most of the day. Steve glanced at the clock once again, he'd start on the hot appetizers in 30 mins and they would be just comming out when guests arrived. This was working out afterall, now he could start looking forward to the party.

"Relax Steve it's just one." He put the beer bottle down and grabbed the mirror. He headed for the door but looked back at Steve.

"Besides, if I remember correctly you were the one that started that whole mess in '04."

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Andrew smiled,"come on Sam my little bunnykns lets leave Steve to finish the meal" he chuckled offering the young lady his arm and escorting her to the living room.

Sitting on the couch Andrew smiled and playfully patted her legs,"you should wear that outfit more often my dear it suits you" he whispered running his eyes over her body,

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Sam just giggled as Andrew complimented her and observed him observing her. She knew what he could have been thinking and would do anything he or the other guys would have asked of her, for she had become accustomed to serving thier every need and demand as soon as they request it. She just blushed and replied to him.

"Well since you asked nicely, I think I can fit this into my wardrobe rotaion."

She smiled and slid closer to him on the couch.

Andrew smiled,"thats good ti hear" he whispered as Sam slid closer to him.Andrew felt tempted to pull her to him and pleasure her until she couldn't stand only the thought of the evening prevented him.But he reconsidered the night was young and if she was not busy Andrew could find some time for the two of them.

Steve smirked, it really had been him that came up with the obscene 12 to 12 idea. Then again it might have worked if J.J hadn't insisted on 10 shots of beer and 1 shot of liquor per hour, in a valliant attempt to... well nobody was sure what they were attempting but it was definately valiant.

"Blah blah blah, you and your facts . I reject your reality and chose my own. Or do I need to stomp you to the ground in some Wii Bowling."

Maybe it was lame but Steve was obsessed with the Nintendo Wii they had recently installed to the huge plasma in the main den. He held the only recorded 300 game and lead the "League" that the housemates had set up between them and friends. Despite all that, Steve knew that playing J.J. for pride (in anything) was much better than playing him for cash, Steve learned that the last time they'd bowled for money. This time Steve hoped he could get vengance by stomping his pride.

Steve glanced over at Sky, he smiled at her, not even intending it. Days like this reminded him of how lucky he was. Steve never would admit being lucky out loud, to him people like J.J. were lucky because they weren't good enough, but Steve was lucky too. Steve was good, that was unquestionable, one need only look at what he'd accomplished in this house to determine that. None of it would have been possible if Sky hadn't been willing to give it all up for him. That started the gears turning, Steve just supplied the right kind of grease.

editing

Alanna loved her prom dress. It had taken a lot of sweet talking to convince her mother to let her have it but eventually she'd gotten her way. She usually did. Her mother thought it showed off too much skin but she though it was perfect. It clung to her curves without actually revealing them and black always made the most of her alabaster skin.

Her hair she'd left down but she'd made a trip to her hairdresser to have her natural curls done up into perfect spirals. The woman was a dream and managed to make it look both perfect and somehow wild and nautral at the same time. She hadn't bothered with more than just a touch of color on her lips and a dash of mascara and her only jewlery was a tennis bracelet on loan from her mother.

"You only get one senior prom." had been the explanation when Alanna had argued that the expensive piece of jewlery was too much.

Her friend Jonathon's eyes had gone wide when he saw her and the stunned look on his face was a definate ego boost.

"Ally, you look amazing!" he finally exclaimed making her laugh as she sidled up to him giving him a warm hug for the compliment.

The prom itself was amusing but you could tell those groups that were actually there to enjoy it from those that were just waiting to hit the afterparties. The most buzzed about party was the one at the Trap House. Jonathon had talked her into going and they'd had a laugh over all the stories that circulated about the place. Like most of the girls at school she thought most of them were simply overblown and exaggerated...unlike most of them the thought of going to a party there didn't scare her. She wasn't going for the cheap thrill of saying she had but simply because along with all the other rumors was the one that said the guys there knew how to throw a party.

She couldnt' wait for the prom to be over so they could leave.

The doorbell reminded Steve of the late hour, their friends were arriving already. He gave warm welcome to all of his, JJ's and Andrew's closest friends, none of them would have missed a party at the house for anything. Steve hoped that Andrew would take over as bartender while Steve finished with his cooking.

Crab cakes were frying, grilled bratwursts were boiling in a broth of beer and onions, and Steve was currently in the process of sauteeing peppers and onions for the pulled pork mini-sandwiches. Steve had sent Sky to go change but he'd need a different outfit himself for this party. He wrapped up what he could before dashing upstairs, slightly hoping to find Sky already changing in his room.

Prom was already under-way, the Seniors would start showing up any minute. It wasn't as if the Trap House party was "better" than the dances that LVHS threw, Trap House parties were just very different, some kids looked forward to this party more than the dance itself.

Steve moved for his frehly pressed tuxedo hanging in the closet.

She had slid reluctantly from Steve's embrace, putting out what appetizers she could before heading upstairs to shower. The cool spray of the shower was refreshing, and Sky lingered for a few moments longer than necessary letting the warm water slid over her skin.

Turning the water off Sky stepped gingerly from the shower wrapping a towel about her body. Walking into the bedroom, she cast a playful smile towards Steve. Grabbing up her brush from the dresser, she ran its bristles through her hair a few times, before sweeping her ebony locks up into a high pony tail. Her fingers played lightly at the few tendrils that framed her face. Her old LVHS uniform was laid out on the bed, in all its navy and gold glory.

She, of course, had made some modifications to the original design. The navy blue pleated skirt had been cut quite short and its egdes had been piped with gold. Gone was the crisp white shirt with its long sleeves and in its place a tight midriff baring, scooped neck top. The only thing Sky had opted not to change was the cable knit navy blue vest. It had always fit snugly, even in her highschool days. With the way her skirt now dropped low on her hips the soft flesh of her stomach would not be hidden, nor would her delectable cleavage be kept from view thanks to the deep v-neck of the vest. Some things were sacred and to Sky the vest was, she wore it with pride, the mark of her alma mater emblazoned in gold embroidery over her left breast.

She hesitated in getting dressed. Turning to Steve she let her towel drop to the floor.

"Do you think I should wear underwear tonight?" she asked innocently.

She couldnt resist toying with Steve a little, it was her idea of payback for the way he had gotten her so aroused in the kitchen, in his licking the hurt from her fingers. When his tongue had slid around her finger, Sky hadnt been able to stop the thought of Steve's tongue on her most intimate of parts from coming into her head.

Underwear or no underwear, it was a tough question. Steve thought so at least as his eyes scanned Sky's luscious curves now bared before him. Steve had already started undressing while Sky was in the shower and at her mention of underwear he dropped his own boxers to the ground.

"Hmm let me think," He mused walking up to the girl and pressing himself against her. "Let's see what your body says..."

Steve slid his rough fingertips slowly up Sky's soft inner thigh. He finally reached her wet and ready sex, using his thumb to strum at her clit slightly. His other fingers stroked at her folds with the lightest of teasing touches as if he were a blind man, reading the brail of her arousal.

"Well we can't have you leaking your hot lady-juices all over the expensive, sexy undergarments that you own." Steve smirked, his face so close to Sky's that his words warmed her neck reminding her of the steam from the shower. "No panties it is."

Two of Steve's fingers closed around Sky's clit and worked it in slow diliberate circles, rapidly gaining speed and intensity. His cock had sprung to life and was arching up to its full 8" length.

Steve did have misgivings about sending Sky out to the wolves without the defense of panties or a bra, far too often guests of the Trap House felt entitled to help themselves to anything in plain view. The drawback of living at a party house. Not that Steve didn't know how to handle some pimple faced senior feeling up on his girls.