Note: This story contains themes of mind control, magic, and fantasy. All characters in it are 18+.
Also, this is the final chapter in The Curse of 100 Bottoms. Thank you for reading!
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Adam was having a good fucking night.
It was the final weekend before winter break and he had been invited to a party at his friend Todd's apartment. Todd was a senior who lived right off-campus in Westwood Village, and his parties tended to be fucking ragers. With the end of finals on the horizon, tonight was sure to be a hellraiser. Adam was looking forward to celebrating the end of his first semester of college in style with a night of drunken debauchery.
College could not have gotten off to a better start. UCLA was a pretty sweet place to go to school, with a gorgeous campus and even more gorgeous girls to choose from. Adam had dived right into the party scene at college, taking full advantage of his newfound freedom by spending most of his first semester hopping from one party to the next. Attending class was just an unfortunate necessity in Adam's consideration, something you put up with while you pursued your real passion: getting fucked up and getting laid as much as possible.
As Adam got dressed for the night, he slid a couple of condoms into his back pocket. He was hoping to meet up with Ashley, this hella hot blonde chick he'd fingered at last week's Sigma Chi frat party. But if she wasn't there tonight, there were plenty of other fish in the sea.
Come to think of it, maybe he should clip his fingernails. Just in case.
He walked out into the common room of his dorm to find his roommate sitting on the couch with a textbook splayed out in front of him.
"Hey man, I'm headed to Todd's," said Adam. "You wanna join?"
His roommate shook his head. "No thanks."
Adam sighed. His roommate could be such a dud sometimes. He'd seemed cool enough when they'd met at orientation—a surfer dude with that laid-back Cali stoner vibe. But in the few months of them living together, Adam was starting to think the kid was a fucking alien or something. He never wanted to go out, spending all his time studying in their room like some kind of depressed monk. It made it that much harder for Adam to bring girls home, what with his roommate always moping around.
"Dude, come on. A drink or two would do you good. Hell, I bet a joint is just what you need to relax."
His roommate drummed his fingers against his book, considering his offer for a moment.
"I'm okay, really. I've got my last final on Monday and-"
"Willem, I swear to God, man," said Adam. "You gotta get out of this fucking dorm. Ashley Meyers is gonna be there and I'm sure you can bang one of her dime piece friends. You're coming with me, bro. Don't argue."
Willem sighed. "All right," he said, closing his book. "But just for an hour or two."
Adam grabbed Willem's head and gave him a noogie. "That's my bro," he said playfully. "We're gonna get you fucking LAID tonight!"
By the time they got to the apartment, the place was packed. A game of beer pong was attracting most people's attention in the living room, although there were a few young couples making out in the corners, oblivious to the world around them. The tiny apartment was crammed with young college students, all going hard to celebrate the end of the semester.
"What are you drinking?" said Adam as he pushed through the crowd toward the kitchen.
"Just water, thanks," he said as Adam sorted through the assortment of liquor bottles on the kitchen counter.
Willem shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around the room. He was hoping he would find at least one person he recognized from one of his classes, but thus far everyone seemed to be a stranger. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to will himself into being more social.
Adam handed him a red solo cup filled with clear liquid. Willem took a sip and gagged.
"This isn't water."
"Nah, it's vodka and Sprite, or some shit. Now lighten up! I'm gonna find us some girls to talk to. You're not leaving here without some grade A pussy."
Willem followed Adam through the crowd towards the living room. He hadn't done a whole lot of dating that semester. He'd gone out a couple of times with this girl named Rebecca from his bio class, but that had sort of fizzled out before it really began. Although his attraction to women had returned in full force after the curse ended (at least as far as his porn habits were concerned), when it came to actually doing the deed with a real flesh and blood human being, it was like the spark within him had died.
Maybe Adam was right. Maybe he just needed to relax and get out of his head.
It was hard to do without booze or weed, though. Willem had tried joining his roommate at the frat parties and social events the first few weeks of school, but he'd found that pot and booze only made the feeling of emptiness worse. Although the buzzing had completely gone away along with his attraction to men, the empty feeling he used to get after sex had remained, seemingly expanding to take the buzzing's place.
While Adam was distracted talking to some cute blonde girl on the couch, Willem took his red solo cup and poured the liquid out into a potted plant in the corner. He looked around awkwardly, trying his best to get himself in the party mood. Try as he might, however, he really didn't want to be here. As empty as drinking and smoking made him feel, being around people could be just as bad. He felt like a void, weighing down himself and everyone around him. It wasn't that he wanted to be a buzzkill—he just wasn't any good at pretending.
He was about to turn and head for the door when Adam grabbed his arm and pulled him down onto the couch.
"Dude, this is Ashley's friend Victoria," said Adam.
A taller brunette sat to Willem's side, smiling at him. She was gorgeous, with a streak of blue in her hair and a nose ring.
"Willem, right?" she said. "I think you're in my psych class."
Victoria had an easy smile and a relaxed air of confidence about her that set Willem at ease. He smiled back at her.
"Yeah, I, uh, think I recognize you," he said.
"Probably not," she laughed. "I barely went to the lectures. And when I did I always sat in the back row with my shades on. I think I overestimated my ability to wake up for an 8 am class."
Willem smiled. "It was definitely a lot easier in high school."
