"Hey, I understand, double-time is hard to pass up." A pause. "No, go into work, don't worry about it. Only one other person was gonna make it anyway."
Jack clicked off his cell phone and sighed, flopping down onto his couch. It was the Friday of Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend and it looked like his plans had just fallen through. Jack had a small house off of his college's dry campus, so Friday night had started as beer and poker night at his place. Then some of the girls from their circle of friends had shown up and it had turned into beer and game night, or just 'Game Night' when talking to people outside their little group.
It was a good time, generally no one got really drunk and the clothes stayed on, well, except for the night Chloe and Kevin hooked up in the kitchen while everyone was watching a bootleg of Tron Legacy on finals week.
Jack picked up his cell phone and flipped through his friends list until he came across the right phone number. Little miss 4.0 herself. Chloe's roommate and the queen of straight lace, miss student council president, valedictorian of her high school and totally devoted to her four year plan. She never finished her first beer and Jack had no doubt her very first beer had been at his dining room table on her fifth game night. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was incredibly hot. She dressed super conservatively and usually looked almost frumpy, but the group had gone to the beach one time and she had worn a modest one-piece that clung to every curve. Jack had wondered at the time how she managed to hide such magnificent breasts and sure enough, they were gone again the next day. Jack had asked her to get a cup of coffee once and she nearly bit his head off. She must have said a thousand times that she wasn't dating until after college. There were hints that there may have been a broken heart back in high school. To be perfectly honest she was only in the group because she was Chloe's roommate and Chloe was trying to get her to go out and enjoy life more.
They'd seen each other in passing all the time, but Jack had only really held a conversation with her twice. Once, when they first met and her idea of 'getting-to-know-you' conversation had been to talk about her major and possible career paths. The second time was when they group had played Risk and it had come down to the two of them slugging it out for world domination. Jack had her beat, backed into a corner in Australia with three armies left to her. On her turn she turned in her cards, got an ungodly amount of armies, broke out of Australia and made a beeline across southern Asia to North Africa from which she took Southern Europe, then resumed course, breaking through Brazil and Venezuela to take Central America, destroying Jack's control of each continent, reducing his ability to conscript armies to almost nothing. She turned in a second set of cards and won on her next turn. She rubbed his nose in it pretty good for months.
He hit the button to dial her phone as there was a knock on his door. Jack let the phone ring as he crossed the room and opened the door. Sure enough she was standing there, but there were a couple other girls Jack didn't recognize standing behind her. Little Miss 4.0 stormed into his apartment, grabbed Jack by the arm and marched him into the kitchen.
"Please tell me you have some wine," she demanded in a forced whisper.
"Sure, uh, at least I think I do. It'd be in the fridge." Jack looked over his shoulder. The other girls were walking in, taking off their winter coats and hanging them on the hooks by the door. One of the girls was tall, leggy and blonde with red streaks in her hair. From her almost-bursting halter top and ridiculously tiny mini-skirt Jack was already getting a stiffy.
He turned back to Little Miss 4.0 and said, "I was calling to let you know Game Night was cancelled. I won some tickets to some concert tonight for some hip hop thing and gave them to Kevin and Chloe..."
She cut me off. "Typical. You're planning on getting through life on luck alone?" She took a long pull off the bottle of wine, then gasped and shook her head. She scowled at Jack. "Oh I forgot, you already won the lottery at 18, how much more luck do you need?"
He had won a "Win for Life" scratcher at the end of freshman year, not some world changing money like the Powerball. He got $1000 a week, or $52,000 a year for life. It was nice, but he was planning on finishing college and getting a job like everyone else. On the other hand, it let him get a loan and buy the little house they were standing in, and he didn't have to work more than the occasional odd job for cash.
Jack blinked. How the hell had she gotten the wine bottle out and uncorked that fast? "...Steve got called into work and Mark and Kelly are both going home this weekend to see their respective significant others."
She took another long pull from the wine bottle. Jack heard a 'woo-hoo' from the door and looked to see the scantily clad blonde had thrown her hands up in the air, which made her scantily clad busons bounce a bit, and was looking at them in the kitchen. "Save me a beer!" she called.
Jack turned back to Little Miss 4.0. "What the hell is going on?"
She handed him the bottle and shook her head. "Pre-froshes. No one else was around this weekend so I agreed to show them around. That's my luck. I'm stuck with three 18 year old girls, away from their parents, who want to party all weekend. If not for classes today they would have driven me insane already." She reached for the bottle, but Jack pulled it away. "Give me the wine Jack."
He shook the bottle gently. "It's already half gone, don't you think..."
"Give me the FUCKING WINE!"
Jack blanched. He'd never heard her swear before. He handed her the bottle. She knocked it back.
The blonde chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. "Damn girl, I knew you could party!" She turned to look at Jack and he could feel her eyes travelling up and down his body. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm Jack."
She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "So you're the guy we get to play games with?" Jack didn't know what to say, he'd never been hit on before. She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Got anymore wine?"
"It's in the fridge," Little Miss 4.0 said as she sat down, putting her bottle of wine on the table. "I needed that."
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Out of Character:
I'm looking for one (or more) female writers to do multiple roles. The night would start out with something relatively basic but the blonde will coerce and pressure everyone into agreeing to play strip poker. Once you're out of clothes you'd have to do a sexual favor for whomever won the pot. Maybe a lapdance or so much time suckling something or maybe everyone else in the group decides what you have to do. I'm open to suggestions.
If you are interested, give me a pm with a first post. Thanks.
Jack clicked off his cell phone and sighed, flopping down onto his couch. It was the Friday of Martin Luther King Jr. Day weekend and it looked like his plans had just fallen through. Jack had a small house off of his college's dry campus, so Friday night had started as beer and poker night at his place. Then some of the girls from their circle of friends had shown up and it had turned into beer and game night, or just 'Game Night' when talking to people outside their little group.
It was a good time, generally no one got really drunk and the clothes stayed on, well, except for the night Chloe and Kevin hooked up in the kitchen while everyone was watching a bootleg of Tron Legacy on finals week.
Jack picked up his cell phone and flipped through his friends list until he came across the right phone number. Little miss 4.0 herself. Chloe's roommate and the queen of straight lace, miss student council president, valedictorian of her high school and totally devoted to her four year plan. She never finished her first beer and Jack had no doubt her very first beer had been at his dining room table on her fifth game night. Not that she wasn't attractive, she was incredibly hot. She dressed super conservatively and usually looked almost frumpy, but the group had gone to the beach one time and she had worn a modest one-piece that clung to every curve. Jack had wondered at the time how she managed to hide such magnificent breasts and sure enough, they were gone again the next day. Jack had asked her to get a cup of coffee once and she nearly bit his head off. She must have said a thousand times that she wasn't dating until after college. There were hints that there may have been a broken heart back in high school. To be perfectly honest she was only in the group because she was Chloe's roommate and Chloe was trying to get her to go out and enjoy life more.
They'd seen each other in passing all the time, but Jack had only really held a conversation with her twice. Once, when they first met and her idea of 'getting-to-know-you' conversation had been to talk about her major and possible career paths. The second time was when they group had played Risk and it had come down to the two of them slugging it out for world domination. Jack had her beat, backed into a corner in Australia with three armies left to her. On her turn she turned in her cards, got an ungodly amount of armies, broke out of Australia and made a beeline across southern Asia to North Africa from which she took Southern Europe, then resumed course, breaking through Brazil and Venezuela to take Central America, destroying Jack's control of each continent, reducing his ability to conscript armies to almost nothing. She turned in a second set of cards and won on her next turn. She rubbed his nose in it pretty good for months.
He hit the button to dial her phone as there was a knock on his door. Jack let the phone ring as he crossed the room and opened the door. Sure enough she was standing there, but there were a couple other girls Jack didn't recognize standing behind her. Little Miss 4.0 stormed into his apartment, grabbed Jack by the arm and marched him into the kitchen.
"Please tell me you have some wine," she demanded in a forced whisper.
"Sure, uh, at least I think I do. It'd be in the fridge." Jack looked over his shoulder. The other girls were walking in, taking off their winter coats and hanging them on the hooks by the door. One of the girls was tall, leggy and blonde with red streaks in her hair. From her almost-bursting halter top and ridiculously tiny mini-skirt Jack was already getting a stiffy.
He turned back to Little Miss 4.0 and said, "I was calling to let you know Game Night was cancelled. I won some tickets to some concert tonight for some hip hop thing and gave them to Kevin and Chloe..."
She cut me off. "Typical. You're planning on getting through life on luck alone?" She took a long pull off the bottle of wine, then gasped and shook her head. She scowled at Jack. "Oh I forgot, you already won the lottery at 18, how much more luck do you need?"
He had won a "Win for Life" scratcher at the end of freshman year, not some world changing money like the Powerball. He got $1000 a week, or $52,000 a year for life. It was nice, but he was planning on finishing college and getting a job like everyone else. On the other hand, it let him get a loan and buy the little house they were standing in, and he didn't have to work more than the occasional odd job for cash.
Jack blinked. How the hell had she gotten the wine bottle out and uncorked that fast? "...Steve got called into work and Mark and Kelly are both going home this weekend to see their respective significant others."
She took another long pull from the wine bottle. Jack heard a 'woo-hoo' from the door and looked to see the scantily clad blonde had thrown her hands up in the air, which made her scantily clad busons bounce a bit, and was looking at them in the kitchen. "Save me a beer!" she called.
Jack turned back to Little Miss 4.0. "What the hell is going on?"
She handed him the bottle and shook her head. "Pre-froshes. No one else was around this weekend so I agreed to show them around. That's my luck. I'm stuck with three 18 year old girls, away from their parents, who want to party all weekend. If not for classes today they would have driven me insane already." She reached for the bottle, but Jack pulled it away. "Give me the wine Jack."
He shook the bottle gently. "It's already half gone, don't you think..."
"Give me the FUCKING WINE!"
Jack blanched. He'd never heard her swear before. He handed her the bottle. She knocked it back.
The blonde chose that moment to walk into the kitchen. "Damn girl, I knew you could party!" She turned to look at Jack and he could feel her eyes travelling up and down his body. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm Jack."
She bit her bottom lip and grinned. "So you're the guy we get to play games with?" Jack didn't know what to say, he'd never been hit on before. She didn't give him a chance to answer. "Got anymore wine?"
"It's in the fridge," Little Miss 4.0 said as she sat down, putting her bottle of wine on the table. "I needed that."
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Out of Character:
I'm looking for one (or more) female writers to do multiple roles. The night would start out with something relatively basic but the blonde will coerce and pressure everyone into agreeing to play strip poker. Once you're out of clothes you'd have to do a sexual favor for whomever won the pot. Maybe a lapdance or so much time suckling something or maybe everyone else in the group decides what you have to do. I'm open to suggestions.
If you are interested, give me a pm with a first post. Thanks.
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