The sparkling drive way lights seemed to glimmer against the silver
paint job of the Porshe Kate drove up to the party. She stepped out,
looking as seductive as possible, with her fire engine red shoes and long
finger nails to match. A tight, strapless, leather dress was squeezed
around Kate's curvy frame. The dress was black, with red hearts adorning
the rim of the bottom of the dress, which was very short, showing of the
entirity of her legs. Each step contained ample amounts of elegance, grace
and beauty. Kate clutched her purse as casually as was possible as she
made her way into the mansion where the party was being held. Fashionably
late as always, she noticed she was probably the last one there. Drunken
teenage girls were already being seduced by the few college guys who'd
shown up. Ethan jumped out from behind the couch and grabbed Kate around
the waist, managing to hold on to the beer in his hand without spilling any
of it.
"Hey, babe," he said cooly, his eyes dialated.
"Ethan, get off me. Aren't you with Chelsea?" He pointed to a girl who was on a couch making out with a blonde guy.
"I think we're over."
"Oh, well that relationship lasted a whopping 16 hours, didn't it?" Kate said rolling her eyes.
"Come on, let's go upstairs."
"No, Ethan, I can't. I'm so tired of this. What am I to you anyway?"
"Really, really, sexy," he said leaning in and gently kissing he neck.
"Stop it."
"Come on, Kate, don't be a bitch. You know you want me."
"No, that's okay," she said walking away.
He grabbed her again, this time more forcefully. She never could resist him, or any other guy for that matter. Something about the way they wanted her, she felt obligated. She felt so hideously ugly that somewhere deep inside her, she truly believed they were doing her some kind of favor, and she had to obey them. Forcing his tongue down her throat, she kissed him back reluctantly and followed him upstairs.
Ethan grabbed for a door knob without knocking. One of his hands was loosely holding Kate's. "Oh, sorry," he said into the dark room as some girl inside screamed. "Come on." They walked further down the hallway, until they finally found an unoccupied room and locked the door. Kate led the way into the room, following the routine. Thoughts kept infiltrating her mind, no matter how much she tried to make herself numb to what she was doing. If she'd done it so many times it had become routine, then why did she still feel so sick? Why did it still feel wrong? Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she let Ethan unzip her dress. It fell off her instantly, reveiling her large, pallid breasts. Reaching down with her hands, she clutched the bottom of her dress and pulled it the rest of the way off. Aside from her red heals, Kate was completely nude. Wearing underwear seemed pointless now, when she knew how soon it would be coming off. "Yeah," Ethan muttered looking her up and down. He undressed himself as Kate uncomfortably layed down on the bed. Adorned with the glass slipper of our generation, Ethan climbed on top of Kate. "It's so sexy when you keep your heels on," he said addressing the fact that she was still wearing her shoes. Kate gave a smile. It was the only reaction she could think of giving. Without warning, Ethan pushed his way inside her firmly, making her squeal out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was not one to be gentle or slow. None of them were. After the initial pang of enterance, Kate mostly felt nothing. She attempted to seem interested as he panted on top of her, but the noises escaping her lips were as fake as her scarlet nails. Heaving loud breaths, Ethan began to perspire. Very quickly, he reached his climax and the moment was over. Ethan began to dress himself, tossing the used condom into a corner of the room. Kate lied there for a moment reflecting. How could seven minutes worth of meaningless, unpleasurable sex cause her so much pain. Without speaking to her again, Ethan left her there alone, ready to go prey on another innocent young girl. Kate's mind flashed back to a year ago at a party at Ethan's house. It was the memory she hated the most.
On a dark September evening, a much more innocent Kate had gone off to a party at her then boyfriend, Ethan's house. Drinking a few too many drinks, Kate had become very willing. Ethan pushed her down onto a couch and before she could protest, he was inside of her. It was scary and painful. People at the party were watching. The embarrassment and pain she suffered lasted longer than any insult her mother could throw her way. Kate always felt he'd raped her, but never dared to tell anyone her true feelings. Not even Ethan. Not that he would care. He dumped her a week after the night and the only time he talked to her was when he wanted to use her. Kate began to get up to dress again, when another guy, named Connor, walked in. "Hey Kate," he said smoothly. "Whatcha up to," he went on, with a coy smile.
Kate said nothing, as he wandered towards her. Leaning down to the place at the edge of the bed where she was seated, he began to kiss her, lying her back down on the bed. Without protest, she let this boy she barely knew enter her again and again. This time, a few of the moans she let out were real. Connor kept her there for a solid twenty minutes. When finished, he kissed her and said how beautiful she was. "I'll catch you later," he said winking. When this string of casual sex had started, a year ago with Ethan, Kate would have become extremely happy with his statement. This is what addicted her, until the moment when she became so weak she couldn't say no. The compliments, the feeling of being wanted, the moment of happiness before they leave. Directly following the moment when he shut the door, Kate quickly dressed herself, not wanting anymore right now. Finding some random girl in the hallway, Kate got help zipping up her skirt. She then walked down to the party, making her way quickly toward the drink table. Her eyes landed on the Vodka. Taking one of the red plastic cups, she poured herself a tall glass of straight Vodka and downed the whole thing. Anything to take away what just happened upstairs. She followed this up with a Smirnoff Ice and wandered over to the couch where two guys were doing lines of cocaine. Kate had never tried anything like that before. She'd smoked marajuana a few times, but never anything that could kill her. Intreagued she made her way towards these boys when out of no where Claire popped up. Handing Kate a lit cigarette, she said, "So you made it with Connor? Very nice."
"Yeah," Kate replied taking a long drag on the cigarette. "Hold on a second." Kate continued her journey toward the two guys. "Hey, can I try?" She asked hopefully, trying to look as mature and sexy as possible.
"Sure," one of the guys said casually, while the other gave him a dirty look. Kate took the rolled up dollar bill and leaned over. She'd seen people do this a hundred times. With her hand that was free from the cigarette, she held the cylindrical green paper to the begining of the white line and began to suck it into her nostril. Fire seemed to scald her insides. It hurt worse than anything she'd felt as her nose seemed to dry out. Then, she felt odd. Excited. On edge. She took a long drag on her cigarette, trying to look cool and uneffected and walked on without giving the two guys a second glance.
As Kate walked she soon realized she was out by the pool. Suddenly, up from behind her she felt a hand on her butt. She rolled her eyes at the redundancy of the evening. A heavy and painful sigh escaped her crimson lips. 'Who is it now?' She wondered sorrowfully. Soon, her question was answered. It was one of the college guys. A rather cute one, probably around twenty three. He spoke to her beautiful words that she merely took as bad foreplay and completely ignored. As Kate listened to the backround noises of splashes and giggling, she soon realized he was kissing her. Wondering whether she should push him away, as she had never been with a college boy before, she soon gave up and succame to his strong arms that pinned her against the wall. Slowly he reached down with his hand, eliciting gentle moans from her and he massaged her with his fingers. Kate became filled with more pleasure than she'd felt all night. He seemed so gentle and kind, when suddenly, he ruined it by unzipping his pants and pressing his body against hers. Like the rest he was just biding his time until he felt it was safe to persue.
After two more guys, and six more drinks, Kate decided it was safe for her to leave and drove off in her Porshe without saying goodbye to anyone. The road home was slightly blurred, but pretty empty and manageable to drive on. Kate pulled up to her driveway safely and turned the key off. Sitting there for a moment in silence in the darkened car, Kate began to think of all the things she'd done. Suddenly, clear droplets rolled down her face and progressed to heavy, heaving sobs. She stayed in her car, crying for nearly ten minutes before finally reaplying her make up and stolling through her house off to bed.
"Good night Katie," her mother chimed from her bed room.
"Good night," Kate whispered somberly and shut the door behind her.
"Hey, babe," he said cooly, his eyes dialated.
"Ethan, get off me. Aren't you with Chelsea?" He pointed to a girl who was on a couch making out with a blonde guy.
"I think we're over."
"Oh, well that relationship lasted a whopping 16 hours, didn't it?" Kate said rolling her eyes.
"Come on, let's go upstairs."
"No, Ethan, I can't. I'm so tired of this. What am I to you anyway?"
"Really, really, sexy," he said leaning in and gently kissing he neck.
"Stop it."
"Come on, Kate, don't be a bitch. You know you want me."
"No, that's okay," she said walking away.
He grabbed her again, this time more forcefully. She never could resist him, or any other guy for that matter. Something about the way they wanted her, she felt obligated. She felt so hideously ugly that somewhere deep inside her, she truly believed they were doing her some kind of favor, and she had to obey them. Forcing his tongue down her throat, she kissed him back reluctantly and followed him upstairs.
Ethan grabbed for a door knob without knocking. One of his hands was loosely holding Kate's. "Oh, sorry," he said into the dark room as some girl inside screamed. "Come on." They walked further down the hallway, until they finally found an unoccupied room and locked the door. Kate led the way into the room, following the routine. Thoughts kept infiltrating her mind, no matter how much she tried to make herself numb to what she was doing. If she'd done it so many times it had become routine, then why did she still feel so sick? Why did it still feel wrong? Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, she let Ethan unzip her dress. It fell off her instantly, reveiling her large, pallid breasts. Reaching down with her hands, she clutched the bottom of her dress and pulled it the rest of the way off. Aside from her red heals, Kate was completely nude. Wearing underwear seemed pointless now, when she knew how soon it would be coming off. "Yeah," Ethan muttered looking her up and down. He undressed himself as Kate uncomfortably layed down on the bed. Adorned with the glass slipper of our generation, Ethan climbed on top of Kate. "It's so sexy when you keep your heels on," he said addressing the fact that she was still wearing her shoes. Kate gave a smile. It was the only reaction she could think of giving. Without warning, Ethan pushed his way inside her firmly, making her squeal out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He was not one to be gentle or slow. None of them were. After the initial pang of enterance, Kate mostly felt nothing. She attempted to seem interested as he panted on top of her, but the noises escaping her lips were as fake as her scarlet nails. Heaving loud breaths, Ethan began to perspire. Very quickly, he reached his climax and the moment was over. Ethan began to dress himself, tossing the used condom into a corner of the room. Kate lied there for a moment reflecting. How could seven minutes worth of meaningless, unpleasurable sex cause her so much pain. Without speaking to her again, Ethan left her there alone, ready to go prey on another innocent young girl. Kate's mind flashed back to a year ago at a party at Ethan's house. It was the memory she hated the most.
On a dark September evening, a much more innocent Kate had gone off to a party at her then boyfriend, Ethan's house. Drinking a few too many drinks, Kate had become very willing. Ethan pushed her down onto a couch and before she could protest, he was inside of her. It was scary and painful. People at the party were watching. The embarrassment and pain she suffered lasted longer than any insult her mother could throw her way. Kate always felt he'd raped her, but never dared to tell anyone her true feelings. Not even Ethan. Not that he would care. He dumped her a week after the night and the only time he talked to her was when he wanted to use her. Kate began to get up to dress again, when another guy, named Connor, walked in. "Hey Kate," he said smoothly. "Whatcha up to," he went on, with a coy smile.
Kate said nothing, as he wandered towards her. Leaning down to the place at the edge of the bed where she was seated, he began to kiss her, lying her back down on the bed. Without protest, she let this boy she barely knew enter her again and again. This time, a few of the moans she let out were real. Connor kept her there for a solid twenty minutes. When finished, he kissed her and said how beautiful she was. "I'll catch you later," he said winking. When this string of casual sex had started, a year ago with Ethan, Kate would have become extremely happy with his statement. This is what addicted her, until the moment when she became so weak she couldn't say no. The compliments, the feeling of being wanted, the moment of happiness before they leave. Directly following the moment when he shut the door, Kate quickly dressed herself, not wanting anymore right now. Finding some random girl in the hallway, Kate got help zipping up her skirt. She then walked down to the party, making her way quickly toward the drink table. Her eyes landed on the Vodka. Taking one of the red plastic cups, she poured herself a tall glass of straight Vodka and downed the whole thing. Anything to take away what just happened upstairs. She followed this up with a Smirnoff Ice and wandered over to the couch where two guys were doing lines of cocaine. Kate had never tried anything like that before. She'd smoked marajuana a few times, but never anything that could kill her. Intreagued she made her way towards these boys when out of no where Claire popped up. Handing Kate a lit cigarette, she said, "So you made it with Connor? Very nice."
"Yeah," Kate replied taking a long drag on the cigarette. "Hold on a second." Kate continued her journey toward the two guys. "Hey, can I try?" She asked hopefully, trying to look as mature and sexy as possible.
"Sure," one of the guys said casually, while the other gave him a dirty look. Kate took the rolled up dollar bill and leaned over. She'd seen people do this a hundred times. With her hand that was free from the cigarette, she held the cylindrical green paper to the begining of the white line and began to suck it into her nostril. Fire seemed to scald her insides. It hurt worse than anything she'd felt as her nose seemed to dry out. Then, she felt odd. Excited. On edge. She took a long drag on her cigarette, trying to look cool and uneffected and walked on without giving the two guys a second glance.
As Kate walked she soon realized she was out by the pool. Suddenly, up from behind her she felt a hand on her butt. She rolled her eyes at the redundancy of the evening. A heavy and painful sigh escaped her crimson lips. 'Who is it now?' She wondered sorrowfully. Soon, her question was answered. It was one of the college guys. A rather cute one, probably around twenty three. He spoke to her beautiful words that she merely took as bad foreplay and completely ignored. As Kate listened to the backround noises of splashes and giggling, she soon realized he was kissing her. Wondering whether she should push him away, as she had never been with a college boy before, she soon gave up and succame to his strong arms that pinned her against the wall. Slowly he reached down with his hand, eliciting gentle moans from her and he massaged her with his fingers. Kate became filled with more pleasure than she'd felt all night. He seemed so gentle and kind, when suddenly, he ruined it by unzipping his pants and pressing his body against hers. Like the rest he was just biding his time until he felt it was safe to persue.
After two more guys, and six more drinks, Kate decided it was safe for her to leave and drove off in her Porshe without saying goodbye to anyone. The road home was slightly blurred, but pretty empty and manageable to drive on. Kate pulled up to her driveway safely and turned the key off. Sitting there for a moment in silence in the darkened car, Kate began to think of all the things she'd done. Suddenly, clear droplets rolled down her face and progressed to heavy, heaving sobs. She stayed in her car, crying for nearly ten minutes before finally reaplying her make up and stolling through her house off to bed.
"Good night Katie," her mother chimed from her bed room.
"Good night," Kate whispered somberly and shut the door behind her.
