Thread: Youth Gone Wild (Juicy Fresh & Google)

Throughout the day there was nothing but silence from my large, 1.8 million dollar home. Not a single peep. Not until about sick o'clock when a mini-van pulled up to the driveway. A strange never-seen-before older man stepped out of the van. The trunk of the car popped open to reveal a mountainous stack of food supplies, and their accessories. Bowls, cups, utensils, you name it was found in the back of that van. He began to unload the items from the vehicle. The garage door to the house opened slowly, and surely, I was waiting behind the moving wall. I smiled and greeted the man casually. You ordered quite a load of supplies here. Throwing a party? The man asked with a flirtatious smile, It'll be 646.55 . I payed the young boy in cash. Nah, ya know. Just a sleepover. One great big girls night out. I winked at the man and he laughed. Just load up the stuff in the garage. Here's a 50. His eyes widened at the huge tip and thanked me. Don't mention it. It's for all of your labor. I know the party place isn't meant to do food. I'm a pain in the ass like that. I smiled grabbing a chest full of potato chips and Doritos. After 45 minutes, all of the decorations, the food, and the hosting material was all piled up into the garage. I waved the man goodbye and he parted. The garage door closed, and that was the last of me until about 4 or 5 hours later. The numerous noise pollution of engine roaring, car door slamming, and the obnoxious laughing of teenager girls, followed by the murmur of men erupted into the air. It was an endless string of teenagers, and even adult men, filling the house like they were stuffing a stuffed animal. Then the music came. The music the loud, booming, floor shaking and window shivering rave and hip hop tunes blasting from the inside of the house to lead the drift of the party. But this was no ordinary party. Guests were showing up half naked. Men in their boxers and women half-dressed. It was no ordinary attire. Clothing that should not leave the bedroom, or leave the eyes of a partner. It was pure smut, all sex drive and highly, highly, attractive. This was a down-right lingerie party. There was alcohol, hormones, needy teens, and sexy clothing the deadliest mix for a young crowd. The continuous sound of splashing could be heard from the constant Canon-Balls and endless shrieks of girls screaming Not my hair!. The party was in full bloom and it was only a matter of time before someone started to complain or the cops showed up which had happened before, but my unique charms lead them away. Hey boys! I smiled waving some glasses of drinks in the air as I shook my hips and watched them admire my swaying body. Haven't seen you in a while. Decided to show up? I winked, handing them a drink each. It cost me a lot of money for all of the food and the alcohol, but I was making a lot of revenue. There was a 30 dollar entrance fee for each person, and there had to be at least 100 people who had come and gone and it was only half hour passed midnight. I made huge profit from the first time I threw a party, and that was a regular party. The new play-boy lingerie theme was a better success that I could even image. Sex really does sell. Hey Jizelle, when you going to let me do more than look, huh? Let me show you my moves. He smiled and spun his hips around like Salsa dancer and slid his hands down his waist and began to make pelvic thrusts. His friends laughed, most of them holding beer or some sort of beverage. The place was packed, people dancing and grinding everywhere. There was a bon-fire outside and a lot of tables that was the outdoor hang out. A big chunk of the population was hanging in the pool and the hot tub as well. I laughed in his face, almost snorting out my vodka punch. I had to spit some of it back in my cup from that comment. Calm your hormones, there, Angel. This babe isn't for touchin'. Strictly a 'watch-only' piece of beauty. More like hot piece of ass. A friend mumbled out before getting distracted by another attractive girl in a skimpy lingerie dress. I shook my head, rolling my eyes with a smile on my face. I looked toward the open-doors to see a dispute with the bodyguards. I pushed through the crowd and it was more clear who it was. Oh shit. Oh fuck no! I placed my glass on a near-by table and approached the doors as fast as I could. WHAT are you doing here!? It was so loud, it was hard to hear speech and real words over the dramatic sound of Eminem. No one was listening, no one even cared. There was no authority. It was a solid free-for all the youth gone wild.