the door. I didn’t lock it yet, figuring that might look a little creepy. First thing’s first, I had to get these girls to shut the fuck up.
I kept Jaz on my mind as the girls swarmed me, both of them getting woozier and woozier by the second. Running their hands along me almost in sync, I couldn’t help but wonder how many times they’d seduced a guy before together. They seemed like quite a pair, a team for the ages. Not enough to beat me at the game I was playing, but still.
“Now, now,” I said, glancing all around. There were a few dressers, but I couldn’t take the chance; there might not be anything in the drawers. “There’s enough of Storm to go around.”
Deetra giggled, although her girlish giggle came out sounding a lot less flirty than she intended. “Storm?” Her voice slurred the word.
“You’re so weird,” Chelsea agreed, laughing. The girls broke off of me. Before I knew what was happening, they were taking off their tops. I tried not to stare at the four tits in front of me, my eyes mainly on the stringy swimming tops.
Those might work.
I took off my jacket, dropping it on the floor in the guise of making myself more comfortable. When they dropped their bottoms, I grabbed them both by the neck and pushed them back to the bed. Their bodies were near useless now, their eyelids growing heavy. They both had figures to die for, and I knew many boys and men alike would be felled by their wiles.
Not me, and I was going to make sure tonight was a night they remembered.
Or, rather, tomorrow morning, when they woke up in their own shit.
Was it too much? Eh, well. If there was anyone who overdid things on a daily basis, it was me.
“You…” Chelsea spoke, but she could say nothing else. Deetra was completely out of it. I might’ve given them each too big of a dose, but I didn’t care.
I got to work. I locked the door and checked out the closet. It was empty enough that I could fit both girls on the floor. They weighed next to nothing, like limp dolls in my arms. Such stupid girls. Since I had limited pieces of clothing to work with, and to get the most bang for my buck, I decided to tie them up together. One bathing suit top knotted their wrists together behind their backs, while the second I used to restrain their ankles. Since they were back to back, every movement one made would impede the other, which was pretty much perfect.
After dealing with their wrists and their ankles, I went for their bathing suit bottoms, untying the small strings. These would be used as gags. Perfect, really. I couldn’t have sat down and planned this scheme out better myself. Sometimes doing spontaneous shit was just as good as a well-ironed-out plan.
When Deetra and Chelsea were finally ready, I paused before closing the closet. I looked at them, wishing I could take a picture or snap a short video, just to show Jaz that I’d help her get her revenge against these fools, but I knew with the police sniffing around, it was best not to have any more evidence on either one of us.
So I simply closed the closet and went to grab my jacket, throwing it on before unlocking the door and heading out.
Job well done, me. I really deserved a pat on the back after that one, I think. Time to find Jaz again. Surely she wasn’t still in the maze thing with Archer.
…Jaz was still in the maze thing with Archer. The bushes came up to their shoulders, but they were neatly-trimmed enough that I could see over them, even though they were still a good ways away in the darkness. Away from the house, away from the hustle and bustle of the party, Archer and Jaz were in the middle of a makeout session.
Ugh. Really? With that fucker?
I was about fifty feet away, so they didn’t see me, too busy embracing to pay any attention to their surroundings. I was about to turn around and find somewhere more comfortable to watch them from afar—because I sure as shit wasn’t going to leave her alone with Archer—but when I turned, I saw I wasn’t the only creeper around.
Off to the side, trying to look like he belonged at this party and not like he was about ten years too old to be