League of Worldly-Wise Innocents 3: Brandy by L. A. Zoe

Author:L. A. Zoe [Zoe, L. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781500867492
Amazon: 1500867497
Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
Published: 2014-12-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Six

Party Time

The Madonna oldie “Like a Virgin” shook the walls, and twelve gorgeous sexy girls danced on the luxuriously thick cream colored deep shag carpeting.

Derron sat on the soft off-white sofa, watching, hoping he wasn’t drooling too obviously. Though, in the dim lighting, not many could see him well.

Wondering how he got into this party. And how he could get out as quickly as possible. He sipped his cold can of Mississippi Bottom Mud.

One of the dancing women, a slim beauty with long curly hair layered with auburn streaks, slowly reached behind her neck, and untied the shoulder straps of her gold lame dress.

She had light brown skin. On her face she wore elaborate makeup, including eye liner that swept catlike up to her eyebrows.

As with many parties, the guys stood around in clumps, pretending to ignore the women. They sipped from cans of brew and gulped down glasses of mixed drinks. They ate wings and pizza slices.

They talked about jobs and bosses, baseball and NASCAR, and girlfriends and dates.

Derron felt like the only one present who didn’t know at least half the others.

Like the women, the guys were of mixed races, but they all talked to each other in that unearned-confident, candy-ass way college boys did.

None of them had that earned-confident, serious way many vets had, especially the combat vets Derron knew in the Army. The guys who had nothing to prove because they’d already gone through the fire.

He could pick a fight with any one of them, and beat the crap out of him. He didn’t want to, of course, but the thought made him feel so much older than those punks.

Maybe he was just overreacting to the party. He’d rather just hang out with Brandy at a bar or restaurant.

Brandy stood in a corner talking to Melinda and several other young women. Her college friends and friends of friends.

She looked especially hot tonight, in a bare shoulders silver satin dress that barely reached mid-thigh. She wore her hair up, emphasizing her narrow skull and fine-boned, aristocratic features. With her thick makeup, including silvery eye liner, she looked like a queen.

Somehow, her ass looked rounder than before. Not bigger, just more curved than before they began making love.

He thought of joining her, but the women seemed to be absorbed in girl-talk, so just sat on the couch. He grabbed another handful of mixed nuts.

The dancing woman finished untying her dress’s neck straps, so it fell to the floor. She picked it up and draped it over the back of a chair, took a large gulp of her drink, then resumed dancing.

In just her push-up bra and lacy yellow panties. And makeup.

A few of the guys clapped and applauded, hooting and whistling, but most just went on talking to their buddies.

On the large screen occupying one living wall, Tim Curry in a wild black corset and black lingerie as Dr. Frankenfurter strutted around.

The music switched to Katy Perry’s Dark Horse, and one of the other guys, who looked older than the rest, began dancing around the half-naked woman.

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