OOC: Patsy Craig. 18 years old. 5'2". 105 pounds. 34-22-34. Short brown hair. Brown eyes.
IC:
It was my first frat party. One of the guys I went to school with was pledging, and he invited me. It sounded like fun, so I put on my sexiest outfit -- short black leather skirt, tight white blouse, white socks and black pumps -- and headed over.
And it was fun, for a while. Music, and dancing, and booze. Plenty of booze. My glass never seemed to be empty. After a while, I had a pretty good buzz on. When my vision started to blur, I knew it was time to go home. I knew I'd never make it home in this condition, however, so I looked for a place to sober up. I asked Frankie -- my old school chum -- and he said there were rooms upstairs where I could go.
I went upstairs. I had no idea I was being followed.
The first few doors I tried were locked. I could hear sounds coming from a few of the rooms. Moans, mostly. I had a good idea what was going on. I found an unlocked door and entered the room, only to find it occupied by a couple going at it. Embarrassed, I retreated.
Finally, I found an empty room. It wasn't much to look at. Two beds, two desks. Posters of slutty looking bimbos plastered all over the place.
Cozy, I thought, as I staggered over to the bed.
I sat down and tried not to pass out. I don't know how long it took me to realize I wasn't alone. Three guys I had never seen before were in the room. One of them was locking the door. I couldn't figure out why....
IC:
It was my first frat party. One of the guys I went to school with was pledging, and he invited me. It sounded like fun, so I put on my sexiest outfit -- short black leather skirt, tight white blouse, white socks and black pumps -- and headed over.
And it was fun, for a while. Music, and dancing, and booze. Plenty of booze. My glass never seemed to be empty. After a while, I had a pretty good buzz on. When my vision started to blur, I knew it was time to go home. I knew I'd never make it home in this condition, however, so I looked for a place to sober up. I asked Frankie -- my old school chum -- and he said there were rooms upstairs where I could go.
I went upstairs. I had no idea I was being followed.
The first few doors I tried were locked. I could hear sounds coming from a few of the rooms. Moans, mostly. I had a good idea what was going on. I found an unlocked door and entered the room, only to find it occupied by a couple going at it. Embarrassed, I retreated.
Finally, I found an empty room. It wasn't much to look at. Two beds, two desks. Posters of slutty looking bimbos plastered all over the place.
Cozy, I thought, as I staggered over to the bed.
I sat down and tried not to pass out. I don't know how long it took me to realize I wasn't alone. Three guys I had never seen before were in the room. One of them was locking the door. I couldn't figure out why....
