15 - Fiona
Emily hands her coat over to the frat boy manning the impromptu coat room. It's not even a room so much as a bunch of clothes racks on wheels. He takes one of the hangers and slips off a plastic tile with a number before fitting her coat onto the hanger and hanging it up. Emily takes the plastic tile with her coat number and then it's my turn, I guess.
I reluctantly take off my coat and hand it over to the boy who's apparently going by "Nine-Two" for tonight. Once he hangs up my coat and hands me my numbered tile, he takes a step back and admires me and Emily.
She laughs, nervous, and does a little spin. "What do you think?" she asks him. "Too much."
"Nah," he says with a grin. "Not nearly enough. You're both smoking hot. We don't usually do this, but--"
He trails off and glances from Emily to me then back again.
"What?" she asks, worried.
I'm not worried so much as I feel incredibly underdressed at the moment. Why did I let Emily convince me this was a good idea? It's not the party so much as the dress, the shoes, and... I mean, that's it. It's the dress and the shoes. I'm glad I have a mask on, at least.
"How would you two fine as hell ladies like to use the special entrance?" he asks, gesturing to the hallway behind him.
"The special entrance?" I ask, lifting one brow.
"Mhm," he says, taking a second to rake his eyes up and down my body. Ugh! "You see, we keep the special entrance for VIP guests. From what I can tell, you two fit that perfectly. What are you, juniors, seniors?"
"Um, I'm just a freshman," Emily says, suddenly shy despite being completely gungho about everything two seconds earlier. Really now, Emily! "Is... is that alright?"
"Freshman!" Nine-Two says, smirking at her. "Nah, I never would have guessed. That's actually more than alright. It's great, in fact. Means you'll get to be a VIP around here for a long time. How about you, gorgeous?" he asks, turning to me.
Emily throws me a quick look, which I take to me I should probably lie or tell him I go to school here and I'm a freshman or... I don't know? I don't think she wants me to admit I don't go to their college, though.
"Um, yup!" I say, looking towards my feet. "I'm a freshman too, so..."
Emily lets out a sigh of relief, but Nine-Two doesn't seem to notice.
"Great," he says. "Good stuff. So how about it? You ladies want to use the VIP entrance?"
"It's that way?" Emily asks, looking at the hallway behind him.
"That it is," he says with a nod. "Or you can go down the other hallway. That's the normal one."
"The normal hallway?" I ask, turning around to glance down it.
And... going to be honest, they both look the same. They're on opposite sides of the entrance room, but that's about the only difference. They both have that sort of old, rustic look that I think a lot of frat houses have. Not that I've been in, um... well, this is the first one I've been in. But I've seen movies!
I don't know. I like Daddy's house better. It's not really old, and it doesn't have any crazy architecture or anything, but it's nice and I don't have to worry about VIP hallways or whatever the heck's going on here.
It's a hallway. I don't care. I don't even want to be a VIP, to be honest. I want to go down the regular hallway, but Emily's staring at the VIP hallway like it's the gates to paradise or something and I'm pretty sure I'm going to have to go with her because she's my best friend and that's just what best friends do.
"What about that door?" I ask, pointing over to the closed double doors that are right there, basically just inside the frat house from where we came in, halfway between the hallways on either side of it.
"Yeah, that, no," Nine-Two says, shaking his head. "That's the main room. We're keeping the doors to the common room closed for this party. You've got to choose either the VIP hallway or the regular hallway. Most people don't even get a choice, so you should count yourselves lucky."
"What do you think?" Emily asks me, but she hasn't looked at the regular hallway more than once. She's been staring at the VIP one this entire time, so... Ugh!
"I guess we can go down the VIP hallway if you really want to," I tell her, hesitant.
"Yes!" Emily says, jumping up and down. "This is awesome!"
Nine-Two allows himself an appreciative, extended glance at her breasts as she bounces, but she doesn't seem to notice. I clear my throat and glare at him.
He pulls his eyes away and grins, then stares down at my chest. "Jealous?" he asks. "Don't worry. I'll give you plenty of attention, too."
"Um, no thanks," I say, holding up my hand like a stop sign at a frat boy crosswalk.
I feel like I'm going to end up doing that a lot tonight. I turn to Emily and grab her hand to stop her from putting on more of a show. She looks at me, giddy at first, and then tries her best to calm down.
"Are you ready?" I ask her.
"Ready, Gertrude!" she says.
"Real name?" Nine-Two asks. "That's a--"
"Nope, fake," I say, spinning away from him. I'm done with this. Goodbye!
Emily and I walk towards this supposed VIP hallway. I don't turn around, but I'm pretty sure the frat boy stares at our butts the whole time. I... I don't like that. I want Daddy to stare at my butt, but I don't like other people doing it. It's weird.
I don't even know why Daddy thought I should spend time with boys my age. They're all pretty dumb from what I can tell. They're nothing like Daddy, and they're definitely not very subtle. I like how Daddy wants me so much, but he tries to hide it a lot. I like how he gets uncontrollably aroused when I'm nearby, but then he'll just pretend like he's not and he'll do something completely different.
Like when we wash the dishes together after dinner? He washes in the sink and I dry them, and he'll act like nothing's wrong, but then when I look down I can see the telltale signs of his throbbing cock pressing hard at the front of his pants. What's that, Daddy? Is that for me? Is it dessert time already? Mmmm...
The fun parts are when he denies it, or he won't give me his cock right away. Sometimes I have to work for it or I have to be a very good girl or...
There's a lot. And it's not just about sex. Sometimes Daddy tells me he has to do work first and then he wants us to sit on the couch and watch a movie, and then... maybe...
I'm a good girl, Daddy. Promise...
None of these guys are like that. They'd probably gladly try to have sex with me immediately, finish in thirty seconds, and then not even care anymore. I don't really know how anyone could enjoy that. Maybe I'm spoiled, though. Probably that's it. I'm basically Daddy's Little Angel, so, um... yup!
Emily and I pass a bunch of doorways on our walk, but they're all closed. We get to the end of this part of the hallway. The only way we can go from here is to take a right and continue down this side of the hallway, so we do that, but I'm starting to have a weird, sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"Emily?" I ask. "It's, um... can we go back and take the regular hallway? I don't like this."
"What?" she asks, giving me a weird look. "It's fine, Fiona. Don't worry. I bet we're almost there."
I know it's technically fine. I can hear music coming from the common room on the other side of the wall next to us. The hallway is dim and dark, though. It doesn't look like we belong here, like maybe this part of the frat house is shut off for some reason. And, so, going to be completely honest, but I'm not really a big fan of that? Why would we be going to a closed off part?
We came here to go to a party with a bunch of other people, not to--
The door right next to us swings open suddenly and we stare into the room, blinking through the light. I can't see anything, having gone from having barely any light to way more than enough in a span of half a second. Two guys take our arms, one for me and one for Emily, and they lead us into the overbright room.
I blink and blink again, finally able to see, and, um... what?
We're standing on a stage, with the rest of the large common area below us, and a horde of people staring up at us. I seriously have no idea what's going on right now.
"Are you ready!" the guy next to Emily shouts into the crowd.
Everyone roars and cheers. Apparently that's for us?
Um... nope, I'm not ready...