Sky lifted her dark grey eyes up to the house. It was large. Her dad told her to come and stay with Max, a close friend. She'd been shown directions by some security guy. She knocked on the red door. Max answered.
"Sky! How lovely to see you dear, we were worried about you – we were gonna come pick you up from the airplane station. DAVID! Come get Sky's bags and take them to the shack", said Max, guiding her into the large house. She hadn't seen Max since she was 8. She was 17 now. She hugged him tightly and dropped her backpack. She'd brought two sets of clothes and her bikini. The guy Max had shouted came up behind her. He was tall, blonde and blue-eyed. He wore a black t-shirt and some sand-blasted jeans. He was checking her out, his eyes seemed to x-ray her mind for its' deepest secrets. In a purple corset and a long velvet skirt with a black duster and some black boots, she looked every inch the gothic bitch. She'd only be here for three days –or so she thought - so they'd work on her tonight and tomorrow would get her naked. It was ten PM anyway and she was tired so she simply requested to be taken to her room.
"You'll be staying in David's shack I'm afraid – the spare room is a mess of attic junk. Is that OK? You'll be with his other three friends, Paul, Marko and Dwayne", said Max. Sky simply nodded, tired from the flight. David opened the door again and she grabbed her bag and went out. Max whispered to David on the way out "I'll be at the shack for 2pm. Try and keep her up tonight so she doesn't get up tomorrow. You OK with me watching?"
David smirked and followed Sky out. Max knew tomorrow would bring tears and screams – and, he thought to himself as he closed the front door, I'll be loving every minute of it.