The Party_(11)

Chapter 1: The Party

Max Harper sat in History class bored out of his mind. He was in his Junior year and they were supposed to be reviewing their notes they took the night before on the Civil War. Max stared down at his sheet of paper filled with doodles that he drew instead. He added some more aliens and some more explosions. Glancing up at the bell he saw the class was almost over, and next period was English. Their teacher, Ms. Gwen, was one of the hottest women he’d ever seen. She was in her 40’s but could easily pass for way younger. She had long, wavy, sandy brown hair that she’d tie up into a ponytail (he had seen her once at the mall with it down, and she looked even better). She always wore a tight, knee-length skirt, black stockings, and a blouse that always seemed one button away from showing her cleavage. Whenever she would bend down to pick something, all the guys would crane their necks to see down her blouse, but you could never see anything.

The bell rang and everyone got up and left. Max rushed out of the room as quickly as possible. One, he wanted to get out of that soul sucking room, and two, to get a seat up front so he could be as close to Ms. Gwen as possible in case she dropped something. The class was right down the hall, so he quickly hurried in and took a seat. He was the first one there.

“Good morning Ms. Gwen,” he said pleasantly, as he sat down.

“Good morning Max,” she responded. She was sitting at her desk typing on the computer. She looked over at him and said, “Can you see me after class?”

“Sure,” Max said looking worried. Did he do something wrong?

As if reading his mind, she quickly added, “Don’t worry it’s nothing bad.”

Max sighed. He wondered was she wanted. His mind wondered as he pictured her ripping off her shirt and giving him a blowjob.

Finally, after what seemed like eternity, the bell rang and he waited for everyone to leave. Then he approached Ms. Gwen’s desk. She stood up and walked over to the window. Still looking out she said, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Sure,” Max said confused. What was she talking about?

“Saturday night, once a year, I host a special party. I invite certain people to this party and we have sex.”

“An orgy!?” Max gasped. Was he hearing this right? Was this all a dream?

“Yes, pretty much,” she said now turning to face him. “Though it’s a little different. It’s more like a contest. What happens is, there’s a guy in every room. We shut off the lights, and put a girl in each room. You have 15 minutes to do whatever you want with her, then we switch them out with a next girl. There’s a 10 minute waiting period in between each girl, where you write down how much you liked them. The girl who gets picked as the best gets paid 1000 dollars. Each guy who picked her as the best gets paid 100 dollars. The game isn’t about the money; I just liked to add a little prize at the end. So what I want to ask you is, are you in?” she walked up to Max. They were face to face.