She gripped her Romeo's hand tightly. He glanced over and smiled. As they walked into the room she scanned the crowd. Everyone was there. The place was a vision of her past. All the people she had once deemed important: Jimmy, the supposed "love of her life", Paige, her former "best friend", and the rest of that crowd. Another face swam into view. Her competition. Clad in typical revealing "Manny-wear", she was a vision of pathetic coquetry. Batting her eyelashes like an idiot and schlepping around; she had clearly already made use of the free alcohol at the party. She wasn't going to let that tipsy little slut ruin her evening. She led Craig in the opposite direction towards a pink leather couch. "Let's sit here baby." He smiled, but didn't look entirely comfortable. "You sure you don't want to mingle a little?" His words were dripping with eagerness and she could see him stealing glances at his friends, Marco and Jimmy. She guessed it couldn't hurt to get up and greet a few people. As she stood, Ellie appeared and grabbed her arm. "I have to talk to you, now!" Her voice sounded urgent, and Ashley gave Craig a helpless look as she was unwillingly dragged away. As she and Ellie walked towards a secluded corner of the spacious basement, Ashley sighed, "What was so important you had to drag me away from Craig?" "Look," Ellie pointed towards the dance floor, "he's here. And look who he's dancing with!" Ashley scanned the crowd and realized Ellie was referring to Sean who was currently snuggled close to the birthday girl herself, Paige Michalchuk. The unusual pair were extremely close together and as a slow Usher song crooned in the background Ellie looked frantic. "Why her?" she pleaded, looking distraught, "She is so wrong for him. The sight of them disgusts me." Ashley did have to admit they made an odd couple, Paige shimmering in her skimpy ensemble while Sean was dressed down in a wife beater and jeans. But she could see how it might have happened. Sean was pretty hot, and Paige is very charming. Whatever it was, the two seemed to emit a strange chemistry. Ellie was near tears and exclaimed, perhaps a bit too loudly, "Well that is it! I am getting trashed and then finding someone at this party to hook up with. I don't care who!" Unfortunately for her, these words crept into the ear of a party standing near by, and a very intrigued somebody perked up at these words.
He was alone, or at least out of Ashley's sight, and she knew it was her chance. She slinked her way over to where Marco, Jimmy, and Craig were talking and turned on her sexiest smile. "Hey guys." She knew she needed to tempt Craig, and to do so she turned towards Jimmy. "Hey Jimmy," she said enticingly, and Jimmy gave a sly smile. "Hey Manny, how's it going?" The two smiled and shared a look, which was enough to make Craig feel that he deserved attention too. "Hey Manny," he said, almost too eagerly, and as she slowly turned to face him, he looked her up and down. She really was a gorgeous girl, and somehow her charm was getting to him. "Hey Craig," she said sexily, "I didn't think Ash would let you out of the cage to come tonight. Or is she even here?" He began stammering uncomfortably and his eyes darted around the room. "I, uh, well yeah she's here, she's uh, I think she went off somewhere with Ellie." Manny giggled at his lack of eloquence, she could tell she was getting to him. "Well as long as she's not around, why don't we make use of Paige's hot tub? I'm sure no one else has had that bright idea yet, and I can't wait to get you alone." Those were the only words Craig Manning needed to hear. After quickly making sure Ashley was nowhere in sight, he grabbed Manny's hand and they bolted up the basement stairs.
As they danced Paige could feel the heat emanating from Sean's warm, muscular body. She stood with her back to him and he slid his large hands around her waist. She moved her body up and down sensually and when the moment felt just right, she slowly turned to face him. Placing her hands on his face, she brought his lips down to meet hers. What started out as a gentle grazing of lips turned into a firm, passionate kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth, just as his hands slid further down on her waist. She could smell his cologne (she was surprised to find him wearing any) and this discovery aroused her. Who knew that Sean Cameron, the grease monkey delinquent, could be so sexy? Their hands searched each other's bodies and the passion between them grew fierce. She allowed her hand to slip into his, and led him away from the dance floor. "Where are we going?" he asked curiously. Her full lips formed two words, "Hot Tub."