Ch. 04: The Girls Arrive
Disclaimer: All characters are 18 or older.
10:05 AM: the Butler home.
The entire normally-tidy house looked like a tornado composed of beer, hormones, and tacky costume parts had raged through its halls. Empty beer bottles, discarded stockings and gloves, the occasional puddle of teenager-vomit, and even a few still-unconscious partygoers were scattered about, tucked into corners or slumped against walls. Someone had left an empty knee-high high-heeled boot standing by the stairs, and somebody else had decided it was as good a place as any to deposit a technicolor yawn. One by one the lingering guests were still struggling to rise from their resting places, and shuffle, zombie like, back to their homes, under the weight of some simply monstrous hangovers. Glasses and plates were broken, remotes and other devices mysteriously missing, some things moved to some inexplicable locations, to be discovered at some later date. All in all, a rather successful party, even if Samantha didn't show up.
It was a rather standard state of affairs after a party thrown by Annabeth Butler, the curvaceous redhead who planned the event, the only daughter of the homeowners. She was, at the moment, sleeping off a devastating hangover in her room. The room itself looked much like the rest of the house did, though with fewer bottles and no puke. This was it's natural state, however, not caused by last night's festivities. Anna slept on the rumpled bed, the sheets cast away in the night to reveal her nearly naked form. Her brilliant coppery hair formed a halo around her sleeping face, the tight curls spread around her on the pillow. Her face was covered by the smudged and smeared makeup she hadn't had the energy to shed last night, somewhat obscuring her features. Her very pale skin was soft and creamy, decorated with a constellation of tiny freckles, a band that across her cheekbones and the bridge of her nose, and another that ran up one arm, over the shoulder, across her chest along the uppermost slopes of her fantastic tits, and down the other arm again. Those immense globes caught quite a bit of sun, each one nearly the size of a basketball, barely contained at the moment by a custom-made sleeping bra that kept her endowments from wobbling wildly with every moment. If ever a chest had deserved the descriptor 'Epic', this was the one.
The silence of the room was broken by the ringtone of her phone, which jolted her to wakefulness, her brilliant emerald eyes jolting open as she started to sit up, before she fell back to the pillow with a soft groan as pain lanced her mind. She rolled over, eyes squeezed shut against the light, groping for the offending device. She hadn't yet decided if she was going to answer it or destroy it for the offense of waking her. Finally she found the vibrating device and lifted it, blearily peering through her eyelashes at the display. Sam's picture looked back at her, making her look puzzled for a moment. Why would she be calling this early? She slid her thumb across the screen and lifted the phone to her ear.
"What's up?" She mumbled, then winced.
"Shh, shh, quieter, Sam, I have a massive hangover."
"Because of the giant party last night? The one at my place? The one you were specially invited to so I would have a wing-girl?"
"What do you mean 'you forgot'? I had to talk to Jimmy Peters all night without you running interference! The asshole wouldn't leave me alone! He even tried to grope me after three drinks."
"Busy with what? It had better be big, Sam."
"...I'm too hungover for giggles, Sam, spill already."
"...Yeah, I remember."
"NO WAY!"
"Holy shit! I mean... God, sam!"
"Well, no, I mean... It's just unexpected."
"So, he liked the goth look, huh?"
"...You're fucking with me, right?
"There's no way! They don't make 'em that big."
"...Jesus, really?"
"Well, now you're gonna have to tell me everything."
The conversation went on for several minutes, and by the end of it, Anna's fingers had roamed south, over her clean-shaven slit and were casually toying with her clit, her stiff nipples poking out against the fabric of her bra. "Oh, I'll be there." She assured as she hung up the phone. Feeling the dull ache in her loins, she glanced to the bedside cabinet and hesitated. She really should be getting ready... But she needed to take care of something first. Reaching into the drawer, she fished out her favorite stress-reliever, her biggest vibe, a foot long and thick as a soda can. Looking at it, she shivered at the prospect of something half again as big. As she traced it down her flat stomach, she assured herself that she'd get it soon enough.
10:12 AM, the Washington house.
Diamond's breathing came in long, slow, measured draws. Her dark chocolate skin glistened with a thorough coating of sweat. It was an impressive sight, as it was every morning. Standing six feet, nearly six-one, she loomed over men and women alike as she jogged her usual route down the suburban sidewalks. Her black hair was braided into hundreds of pencil-thick braids, each tipped in some colorful bead or charm, and tied back into a ponytail for her workout. The lowest charms swing and bounced with her stride, about level with the bottom of her shoulder blades. She wore her standard workout clothes, a light blue sports bra that struggled to pin down her volleyball-sized tits in one place, and a matching pair of short shorts that clung to her ludicrous hips. The outfit left little to the imagination, baring her glistening, toned abs and her long, strong legs that ate up the distance. She turned suddenly, crossing the front lawn up to the front door, her breathing relaxing as she finally came to a stop. She glanced to her watch as she pulled the earbuds from her ears, tucking them into her bra. 5 miles, 24 minutes. New record.
As she opened the door, she was greeted by the usual scene of controlled chaos. Her three younger brothers, triplets just reaching twelve, were tearing around the living room in a rambunctious game of tag, screaming and shouting threats at one-another. A careful eye would note, however, that they gave a wide berth to the corner of the room containing the china cabinet. Their mother stood no more than fifteen feet away, by the table, hastily stuffing files and papers into her briefcase. Her hourglass figure was accentuated by the painted-on skirt and tapered suit top. She smiled as she looked up to see her daughter arriving home. "Hey, sweetie, I have to prepare for a big case on Monday, it looks like it's going to be another long night. I'll try to be home for dinner, but if I don't make it, I'll see you after school tomorrow. Martin called, there's a sticky not on the fridge. If your father calls, tell him I found his records and he can come get them next weekend. Oh, and try to keep your brothers from killing each other, will you?" She spoke quickly, barely pausing between sentences. As she finished the last question she snapped her briefcase shut and made for the door, pausing on the way to crane up to peck her daughter on the cheek and mutter a passing 'Love you!' before disappearing out the door.
Diamond headed to the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. She'd just gotten it to her lips when her phone began to ring. She pried her fingers into the tiny pocket of her workout shorts and checked the phone, gulping down her mouthful of water. As Sam's face appeared on the screen she heaved a sigh, sliding her thumb across the screen to pick up. "Hey, Sam, give me a second to get some privacy." She said into the phone quickly before heading out of the kitchen toward her room, shouting a warning to her bothers about what she'd do if they broke anything or tried to listen in. she slipped into her room and shut the door behind her, taking a second to lock it before once more raising the phone to her ear.
"Alright, we're good now. What's the deal?"
"If you're gonna gush about the party, I don't wanna hear it."
"You didn't? Why not?"
"You know you can't stay home every night, you gotta get out there if you want to get a boyfriend!"
"What's so funny?"
"Alright, alright, get to the point, my shower's waiting on you."
"Well, yeah, I remember you saying something like that."
"WHAT?!"
"Oh my god! Well, damn, good for you! You made it happen!"
