Thread: Maybe Mom Shouldn't Party

aprilmay1965 said April was headed home from a girls night at the bar. She was wearing a short black leather skirt, a red skin tight sweater that clung to her 34D breasts and dark stockings and stillhetto heels She was pulling into the suburbs on the way home, having drank way too much. She had enough to gain courage to go talk to the Frat boy who had invited her daughter to a party, she pulled up in front of the house, the local college having street parking she was surprised to find a place in front. Her heels clicked as she walked up the walk to the front door. Walking in as the door was open she looked around. Looking around, she saw a crowd of young people, their eyes wide as if in disbelief. Her gold necklace hung heavy around her neck, her gold jewelry accented her tan skin and blonde hair, at 5'2 she was trim and it made her breasts look bigger, She always wore high heels because of her height. She asked one of the guys by the door, where is the rush president? she slurred as someone quickly gave her a shot of patron and told her he'd go find him. Click to expand... Marcus Keen was really enjoying himself on that particular Friday night, with the finals just about done Delta Kappa Epsilon was taking the time to make sure that its members, some prospective members who might join the next semester, and of course a very large number of very beautiful young women with next to no inhibitions were able to enjoy themselves with a quite massive amount of liquor, live music, and other forms of entertainment that were likely not to be spoken of. Of course the night wasn't going perfectly for the recently appointed Vice President and Pledge Master of the chapter... the pretty young thing that he had met in a nearby bookstore hadn't shown up to the party like she said she was going too. Of course he had known that she was underage but that hardly mattered to him, she fit his type in more ways then one, she was young, beautiful, and everything about her flirty manner had screamed to him that she was a young tease who avoided putting out while getting off on driving men crazy. That was just the kind of bitch that he enjoyed bringing to these parties, getting trashed while playing his charm, and then dumping out the front door the next morning with a laugh. Still it hardly mattered that she hadn't showed up, he had plenty of others to pick and chose from at the party, quite a few lovely freshmen who had ended up being lucky enough to be invited to the party and with the fraternity president currently in a commuted relationship that put Marcus at the top of the pecking order for whatever he wanted. At that moment he was in the backyard of the frat house, large spacious and full of people enjoying the DJ that had been hired just for the party. From the porch where the DJ was spinning he looked out over the dancing people, looking for a potential pledge who had someone attractive enough with them for Marcus to take away... just because he could and no would be pledge would ever tell him no if they wanted to become a brother. He had just laid eyes on a short Latina with a great ass when one of his brothers, a recently elevated pledge, tapped him on the shoulder, whispering about some cougar in the front who wanted to see him. This caught Marcus's attention, it was quite a bit different from what he normally encountered at these parties, worse case scenario there was nothing at all but he could always just check it out and see what was going on. Walking over to the drink table he quickly filled two plastic cups with party punch, strong tasting fruit punch mixed with a great deal of grain alcohol, the perfect thing to get someone drunk without them realizing it. With both cups in hand Marcus made his way to the front of the house, people mostly getting out of his way quickly and it wasn't long before he saw her, a bit older then most he went for but no less attractive for her age and he was more then willing to try just about anything on for size. I heard you were looking for the Vice President. He said with a cocky grin, practically oozing self confidence. Well you found him, Marcus Keen at your service, what can I possibly do for you? As he spoke he offered her one of the cups, sipping from the other.