Chapter 11: Late Night Festivities
Keri Pryde nearly forgot to perform her knew… Nightly duties. Sitting in front of the open window, her lingerie on full display, it took her nearly twenty minutes to get the phallus to simulate a climax. Her face was sweating by the time she was finally done. And then, as she put the toy away, Keri noticed Julie Cane watching her from outside, giving her a sign of approval.
Now, almost three hours later, Keri felt free enough to think about Sena's invitation. She was exhausted; hours of lectures, followed by fondling with gym buddies, not to mention the football game, had sucked the energy out of her. She had finished Julie's duties, and squared away her homework as well. She had little energy left to add more to her day. Having to be in the same room with Marsha also left a bad taste in her mouth, but she did tell Sena she would be there, something she kind of regretted now.
Keri laid gingerly on her mattress, one arm behind her head, and counted down the seconds. She wished she could take off the ridiculous getup, her skin was clammy, and she needed a shower. One minute past twelve, that's when she could strip out of these elaborate garments.
By eleven o'clock she got up, put on her skirt and a fresh long sleeve shirt, and left the room. Marybeth was still not there; Keri assumed she was spending the night in the library studying. Sena's room was in the basement level, and towards the end of the hall. She could hear the music pouring from her room the moment Keri left the stairwell. Sena kept her door partly open, as if it was an open invitation for anyone to come in.
Keri brushed her hair behind her ears before entering. She was welcomed instantly by her jubilant sister. "Keri! About time!" The music was thriving as Keri entered, and bottles of clear vodka stood open on the table in the center of the room.
There were at least six others present, two of whom were laying on one of the small beds with their eyes glued to the television, it was airing one of the adult channels.
Oh great. Keri kept her opinions to herself. She figured those channels were included as a prank of some sort. She would be lying if she said she never tuned into them before; just for research of course. Seeing it playing in the background, competing with the music, just created a weird atmosphere.
Another three sisters were playing a game and waiting for Sena to join in. They each held a cup in one hand. A collection of similar cups had been arrayed in a circle around a large bottle. Keri recognized the three sisters by their first names only; Victoria, Rose, and Noell. She only spent a brief amount of time with each of them, but knew they were all pawns like herself.
Victoria had a bookish common face with long dark hair and hazel eyes. To Keri's memory she never smiled, and seemed to always have her head in the clouds. Even now, Victoria was sipping her beverage without even noticing her arrival.
Rose, on the other hand, looked like she could have been a fashion model; her voluptuous breasts were barely contained in her pink sweater. Her diamond face held a luscious smile, and her pearly blue eyes were addictive to glare at. With long brown hair, Keri wondered why she didn't braid it, or do anything special with such marvelous hair.
If Keri had to rate each of them, however, it was Noell who stole the show. She wasn't from Nova Nash, which only added to her exotic beauty. Many would get lost in her almond eyes and lean figure, but it was her smile that caught Keri by surprise. She hadn't been into women before, but if she were drunk enough, and horny enough… She could be tempted.
"WOO! We have another victim, hurry up and get over here." Sena was practically jumping for joy.
Keri subconsciously closed the door behind her. "What's the game?" She asked.
This time it was Noell's succulent voice that chimed in. "It's called torture! You bounce a ball on the table, and aim for one of the cups. The player who's closest to it has to finish whatever their drinking, but if you miss any of them, then everyone has to drink. Should that happen, the last one to finish their drink has to drink from the bottle in the middle until Marsha says stop!" It was at that moment that Keri noticed the older sister in the room; she was playing with her phone in the corner. She raised an eyebrow and smiled.
"I see we have another contender, what was your name again? Sorry I'm just terrible at remembering them." Marsha checked her phone again as if expecting a call or message. "Mines Marsha Grey, but you can call me Marsha the Illustrious."
"Keri, Keri Pryde. And it's good to meet you sister." Keri always had to remember to speak respectfully to older sisters. While Marsha wasn't a senior, there was something about her that made Keri want to obey her. Her clear blue eyes, her heart shaped face, and her golden hair was simply captivating.
"Good to see you to pawn. Sorry, I haven't formally met all the new pawns; the semester just started, and it already feels like it's dragging on." Marsha stood up from her chair. "But let's try to lighten things up a little bit."
Marsha poured two cups full of vodka and handed one to her. "This game has an entry fee, and I've played footsie with my boy-toy long enough." She clearly was referring to whoever was on the other end of her text messages. "Do yourself a favor; don't get a boyfriend, and definitely don't get engaged."
Keri took the cup and wished for a chaser. "Trouble in paradise?"
"You have no idea." Marsha tapped their cups together and held hers up, waiting for Keri to start drinking.
Keri took a quick breath, before raising the cup to her lips. She could already smell the alcohol; it was saturating her nostrils. The drink burned as it went down her throat, and it stung her tongue!
This was definitely cheap, she realized.
Keri closed her nose and downed the rest in one efficient, and painful, gulp. She couldn't help but cough after that.
Watching her and having already finished her cup, Marsha didn't seem to mind.
"Good girl, now let's join in." Keri watched as they poured her a new cup, this time with some kind of light beer. The open vodka bottle from what she had just consumed sat menacingly on the center of the table, waiting for its next victim.
The first round was Noell's who aimed the ball towards Sena's cup. It bounced in perfectly.
"Good one Noell, I see what your playing at." Sena swirled her cup before downing it, it only took her a few seconds.
For the second round, Sena tossed the ping-pong, aiming it toward Keri's cup. It bounced once on the able, before glancing its rim, and landing on the table, missing its target. Suddenly, with reckless abandon, her sisters chugged what was in their hands as fast as possible. A momentary lapse of judgment meant Keri had forgot the rules, and she struggled to keep up.
"Looks like you lost this round sis, you know what that mean?" Marsha patted Keri on the back, while nodding towards the center of the table. The sparkling bottle of vodka was sitting there, waiting for her.
Keri was already feeling the affects of the first shot; feeling light headed, and flustered as she took a step forward. Scolding to herself, Keri lifted the bottle by the head, and looked at the sisters in front of her.
"I guess bottoms up…" Her words were already slurring.
Marsha chuckled behind her. "Take three big gulps! Or sip until I count to ten… One." Marsha was excited as she began counting.
Keri took the first big gulp of the harsh liquid, followed by another, and then gagged. She fought back the urge to puke; she was practically sweating. After taking one last mouthful, she freed her lips, gasping and coughing while she slammed the bottle down. Keri could feel the liquid spirits burning in her stomach.
"We got a live one here!" Sena applauded her effort, and offered her the next round.
Keri took up the small round ball, and watched as Marsha refilled her cup, "Doesn't taste too bad."
This time it was her turn to tease Marsha ,who chuckled at her expense.
Just as Keri resumed her attention toward the game, she noticed that the tips of her fingers were already growing numb. She aimed her throw towards Noell's cup; she was ready to chug her beer should she miss. It bounced on the table, then the rim, only to ricocheted into Victoria's cup.
Victoria swore before drinking a healthy dose of her cheap beer. She didn't need to drink the entire cup, but she drank it all if only to make a point. Once finished, she glared at Keri as if she had made her drink on purpose.
Interestingly, Victoria didn't return the favor, but instead aimed her throw towards Marsha's cup, only for it to miss, and fall off the table. This time Kerri was on the ball, she finished the beer in her hand first, slamming the empty cup on the table in victory.
Noell however wasn't so lucky.
"Same rules, three gulps, or drink until I count to ten. You got this Noell!" Marsha had to count, and she did so very slowly, because Noell simply refused to chug the stinging liquid the same way Keri had done.
A couple turns later, Keri slipped up, both on the throw and on the drinking. This time the alcohol wasn't so harsh, her taste buds must have died. Things got hazy at that point, and then even more so. The last thing she remembered, before no longer caring to remember, was an overwhelming desire to remove her shirt. That and the taste of someones lips against hers.