Saturday night, when I was fresh out of college, I decided to go out partying. The party was in a house, perched on a cliff, overlooking the Atlantic. I remember the smell of salt water and hearing the strumming of waves down below.
The house I was going to was small and inconspicuous. It sat on an incline among a number of similar houses. As I walked to the door, I remember thinking that it was unusually quiet outside. There was a guy dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt hanging out outside, smoking.
Inside, it was warm. The entryway led into the kitchen, where there were a few people drinking beer. To my right there was an empty living room. As I walked into the kitchen, I was greeted with a few smiles. Someone mentioned that the party was in the bedroom, which was oddly enough, through a door and in the basement. I grabbed a beer, said a few words and headed into the basement.
I knew something was odd about the party as soon as my feet hit the stairs. I had a view of a large king-sized bed, which was occupied with a naked woman. There were a dozen bystanders, a few of which were female. The crowd was whisper-quiet as the woman rubbed baby oil across her breasts.
The woman was college-aged, very pretty. She looked like she had dyed black hair in a Betty Page-ish haircut. She had a stern set of features that were angular, set on a wider face. Her breasts were large for her frame, with nipples a little bit larger than a bottle cap. Her skin was flushed red, and she was shaved completely clean. Her legs were splayed out like a compass rose.
The candlelight and the incense gave the entire scene a serious Victorian feel. Some of the voyeurs were holding hands. One man, presumably her boyfriend, was sitting close to her whispering something that I could not make out from the stairs.
I decided to stand against the back wall and be unobtrusive. My view was still quite good. The man was now helping her to rub the oil into her skin. She was obviously in ecstasy, and he was loving every minute of it. I felt like I was at a strip club. I wanted to see an orgy break out, but I knew that this wasn't the right crowd, and there was too much danger in the air.
I took it all in and made a mental picture. And I backed out. I know it was stupid, but I wasn't feeling it. The girl was hot, and I would have loved to have had my way with her. But being part of the crowd, I felt nervous and uncomfortable.
I walked back up the stairs and finished my beer. I started a second one and got into a short discussion with an attractive girl with tattoos on her neck. She had dark hair and a nose ring. Someone interrupted us and I walked away into the living room.
There was a guy there, and he seemed pretty drunk. He might have been high as well. He starts talking about the bathroom and how no one can go to the bathroom because of the chick. Curious about that, I ask.
"What chick?"
"The one in the bathroom..."
"So, is she passed out?"
"No, she's hanging out in there...you know...blowing people."
