‘American Slut’ goes gambling

Highschool was always interesting, I was dating a guy that was on both the football and wrestling team, the total jock type. Which struck most as odd, seeing as how I was the punky goth girl who was usually very shy and timid. Most of my boyfriend’s friend group consisted of jocks and the preps aka popular kids. Thus, I was generally absent when it came to parties or large gatherings where I knew everyone would be.

My boyfriend, Bob, and his friend, Jeff, always threw poker parties on the weekends with some of their guy friends. Girlfriends were almost always required to stay at home, being it was supposed to be a guys night out. Being the rule about females at the party, I was completely shocked when Bob asked me to tag along to a poker event. He knew that my parents were both headed out of the country for Missonary work with their church, leaving myself and brother in the care of my aunt. I still wondered why he had asked me to go along, I thought no girls were allowed. He told me that he knew I disliked having to spend time with my brother, let alone my aunt, so he asked the guys if it would be okay if I came, Bob being the ‘leader’ type, got everyone’s agreement.

I was excitied and as Friday rolled around, I frantically thought of clothing ideas, I always dressed to impress even doing something as simple as going to the store. Finally deciding on an outfit; a red and white plaid halter dress that buttoned down the front, ending high against my thighs, high heeled sandles that tied against my ankles and a lace thong. I wanted to make a good impression, pulling my shoulder length hair into a ponytail and light makeup. Bob was late picking me up, offering a couple sorrys and that his mother made him help her fix a few random house things, I didn’t really care that he was late, so long as we were still going to the party.

He commented on how sexy I looked, I could tell he wanted something from me and was blunt in asking, “I know you need something Bob, you never just outright comment on my looks.” He told me that he wanted a little roadhead since we had never really gotten to before, of course I agreed, I didn’t need to spoil my chances of getting to the party.