Thread: Dangerous Company [MistressH & YellowSmoke]

Stephanie Bullington It was early Autumn in New York and the heat of summer was lingering delightfully into September. At the home of one of the wealthier students of Queens College, a stereotypically excessive American pool party was in full swing, complete with loud, thumping music and more beer and spirits than one would find at an Irish wake. Barry Donovan's parents were away in Italy and the sophomore had taken full advantage of their absence. By the mid-evening, over 100 people thronged in and around the sizeable pool in the back garden of the Donovan's lavish home, itself situated in the borough of Queens, not far from the 77 acre college campus. A sound system and a couple of portaloos had been erected against one flank of the wooden fence which ran around the perimeter of the garden, as had a series of fold-out tables for plastic cups, beer bottles and kegs. By the pool, a beautiful blonde stood conversing with a friend, a plastic beer cup in one hand. Her name was Stephanie Bullington, and at 5'4 she was a petite young woman, 18 years of age and possessed of bright, blue eyes, a heart-shaped face and a slender, sultry physique. Clad in flip-flops and a light, floral-patterned sarong over a marine blue bikini, she cast quite a contrast to the plump brunette with whom she shared a dorm, and who had been too shy to strip out of her red-and-white summer dress. Hey, do you know where I left my bag? Stephanie asked Angie. The beer's really starting to kick in and want to get my poi out before I'm too drunk. She grinned, droplets of pool water glistening on her lightly tanned skin, and her fellow freshman laughed in response. Yeah, there's a pile of bags under the table at the end, Angie replied, pointing. I moved it there when more people started to arrive. I don't know if any more people will fit in here Barry's crazy to have this many people over! Stephanie laughed, shrugged and excused herself while she went to get her bag and the implements within. The sun was beginning to set, she reflected as she produced the steel-chained poi and a small canister of paraffin, though it was unlikely that it would set entirely before she was too drunk to play again. She knew it would be more visually impressive to play with the poi after sundown but she'd most likely be drunk by then and at any rate, she played for her own amusement and not to impress anybody else. Nevertheless, she did gather quite a lot of attention once she had the thick wicks of the poi alight and a large portion of the party-goers were quickly enthralled by the arcing ropes of fire which drew spiralling patterns around her lithe frame. She paid little attention to the eyes upon her and the gasps and shouts of encouragement as she fell into a rhythm with the music, stringing one pattern into another, the flames lending a warm glow to her taut, flat stomach. At one point she slipped to her knees and bent back as far as she could go, the chains wrapped tightly around her fists to shorten them so that they wouldn't brush her face or body as she whirled them over her head. When the first wick finally burned out and brought the impromptu show to an end, Cassandra couldn't help but blush a little in response to the rapturous applause she received from those who had chosen to look on. From that moment on, it seemed she was never short of someone to talk to and Angie became lost in the crowd as strangers and occasional acquaintances alike offered her drinks and conversation.