Tammy's Debatable Journey Ch. 01
*Premise*
This story was inspired by a reader's blog about her secret sexual fantasies. The central themes are male dominance and female submission with a focus on sexual humiliation, exhibitionism, and rough sex. It's set in a heightened reality with over-the-top characters. This story plays with clichés and stereotypes in a satirical, ironic way. It shouldn't be taken too seriously or extrapolated to real life. The characters' actions and statements don't reflect the author's opinion. They're not intended as generalizations for any group of people. Always remember to keep it safe, sane, and consensual in real life.
---The kegger clash---
It was done! I handed in the test and breathed a sigh of relief before walking out of the lecture hall. The last exam of the semester. Finally, it was over - about damn time! Exam season had dragged on forever, like it would never end. To pass all the tests, I had neglected way too many things.
At the start of the semester, the coursework hadn't been too demanding yet. During exam season, however, it had almost become too much. After all, it wasn't just studying that kept me busy, there was also debating. That was the one thing I couldn't neglect because I'm a member of the university debate team and it gives me a scholarship. Without it, I couldn't afford going to college in the first place. Luckily, my passion for improving the world perfectly fits my social studies major. I'm always ready to challenge anyone who wants to take us back to the stone age. Arguing with misogynistic men until I've proven them wrong is like second nature to me.
Now that the exam was done, I was more than ready for summer break. I needed to recharge my batteries and a long bath would be a good start. Finally, I could focus on my hobbies again. For far too long, the things I love had taken a backseat -- like fashion, friends, and flinging darts. That's right! I'm a woman of many interests. I admit, fashion and darts seem like an odd pairing. And with good reason! One is a total girl thing, while the other is a real man thing. But I've never fit into a box anyway.
But enough about schoolwork! The summer break was here, and my best friend Ariana had big plans to kick it off in style. We both agreed that it was time to release the pent-up pressure from the exam season, but we disagreed on where to do it.
"Oh c'mon, Tammy!" Ariana practically begged me. "It's the biggest campus rager of the year. Everybody's going. You know, it's like a rite of passage."
Of course, she was talking about the legendary 'Yamos' kegger. One of the most notorious frats on campus hosting a party that was infamous for going completely off the rails. What could go wrong? Normally, I couldn't stand frat bros and their cocky attitudes, but Ari was dead set on going and I didn't want to disappoint her. To be honest, I couldn't deny that it sounded like the perfect place to blow off steam, so the matter was decided.
My first impulse was to hit the kegger in a casual top, capri pants, and comfy sandals. But when I saw Ariana getting all glammed up, I had a change of heart. Usually, I only get dressed up for my modeling jobs. That was enough glamour for me, so I preferred it casual in my personal life. But I didn't want to be a buzzkill, so today was the day that I dressed to impress!
No sooner said than done, I slipped into a sequin miniskirt that was ready to steal the spotlight! To keep the vibe going, I paired it with a one-shoulder silver metallic crop top and silver sequin sneakers that were made for busting out some dance moves -- simple but shiny.
And then it happened! The party was already in full swing by the time Ari and I arrived, so we grabbed some drinks and looked around for familiar faces. The mansion was a ridiculous relic of pomp and circumstance, but at least our glam style fit right in. Standing in the lounge, my bestie suddenly spotted a fellow student. It was Colton - the guy she'd been ranting about all semester long. Apparently, he never missed a chance to get under her skin in their computer science class. He'd constantly interrupt her, mansplain things to her, and make her look stupid in front of everyone - the whole nine yards!
Based on her stories, I had a pretty clear picture of the guy in my head: a loud-mouthed frat boy who'd peaked in high school, scraped by in college and was destined to crash and burn when the cold, harsh reality of working life hit him with his first real job. His fortunes were only going to go downhill from here. As predictable as they come!
To be perfectly honest, I was actually looking forward to meeting him. Part of me wanted him to say something stupid, so I could debate him and put another misogynistic man in his place. The moment I saw him, all my suspicions were confirmed. Mr. Know-It-All strutted into the lounge, like a total show-off. One look and it was obvious that he saw himself as the coolest guy with the best looks and biggest brain in the room. In reality, however, he was just the most privileged. His clothes were supposed to look stylish-yet-casual, but it was just posturing. The light blue polo shirt, sockless chinos and boat shoes were as clichéd as they come.
But he didn't even notice us! Strolling right past us, he showed no reaction at all. Instead, he joined a group of fellow frat boys who were standing in the corner of the lounge. And then the inevitable happened! Despite the booming music, it didn't take long before we heard them laughing at their own dumb jokes.
"Yo, my bro! Take a look around," Colton nudged a guy who still sported frosted tips years after that trend had died a merciful death. "Check out all these chicks. You can tell they've come for one reason 'n' one reason only."
"Oh, mosdef! They're all just begging for attention," the guy called Hunter tossed his head towards us. "They don't even try to hide it."
The gesture caught me off-guard. He must have been trying to show off his outdated hairstyle or something. He couldn't possibly mean Ari and me. No way!
"Exactly, bro!" a musclehead named Chet had to chime in. "Attention whores, every last one of 'em! Buncha gold diggers hoping to bag a rich dude."
"Yeah! Look how they're checking us out!" Colton snorted. "They're practically ready to sign a prenup. Trophy wives in training, man! They know exactly what they're doing."
Jesus! These baseless allegations weren't just wrong, they were totally cringe! Listening to that stream of bullshit was painful. I was damn close to jumping in and ripping them a new one. But instead, I flipped my long, chestnut hair over my shoulder to signal my rejection and dismiss their advances. Try as I might, however, I couldn't stop eavesdropping, snorting louder with every dumb comment. But that didn't stop them. If anything, it spurred them on, and this Colton guy kicked it up a notch.
"Oh, for sure! I'm just here to have fun. Like totes, you know?" he had the nerve to mimic a brain-dead bimbo.
What the hell? I could only roll my eyes when I heard this silly imitation. For his own sake, I hoped he hadn't tried to imitate me.
"Yeah, right!" Colton changed his voice. "More like, 'I'm just here to bag a future CEO! I can never be a boss, I'm just bossy, so I need a rich man who pays for the maintenance staff I can boss around'."
Holy shit, another imitation! This one sounded a lot more like me. In response, the frat boys burst out laughing, while I clenched my fists in anger. It seemed like all these Yamos bros were cut from the same cloth. But wait! I had learned in my social studies class that it's stupid to generalize, so I tried to keep an open mind, even though it was easier said than done with these major morons.
"It's like they've got it all planned out," Chet scoffed while his fellow fratsters continued to holler. "Forget careers! Why work when you can just marry into money, right?"
"Yeah, these chicks, they're gonna be arm candy by graduation day." Hunter grinned. "I'm calling it now!"
No way, never gonna happen, boy! Even if he didn't say it outright, it was clear that he meant Ari and me. This was total bullshit! Even though we were dressed up to the nines, we were the furthest thing from trophy tarts at this party.
"Money for nothing 'n' dicks for free." Colton started singing in a mocking voice.
And of course, the rest of the guys quickly joined in on the chant, clicking their glasses and acting as if their observations deserved the Nobel price. The whole scene was so cringeworthy that I had to distract myself before I did something rash. This was a party, after all. I was here to have fun!
It worked, but only for a while. Ari and I struck up a conversation with a group of sorority sisters, but it quickly became clear that they fit the guys' description of gold diggers to a tee. They were only there to hunt for future rich husbands. This was so stupid! I couldn't believe these modern, educated women had no problem reinforcing the guys' preconceptions. It left me seething!
I wanted no part of that, so we quickly split from that chick clique. Just then the frat pack finished their drinks and headed over to the kitchen. On their way, they barged past Ari and me. Without a second thought, they shoved us out of the way. Apparently, the need for beer was more important than basic manners. So typical! But at least, it silenced their nonsense, and I didn't have to listen to their stupid laughter anymore.
But then, out of nowhere, Colton froze, right in the middle of the room. He'd recognized us long ago, no question about it, but now he wanted to throw a comment our way. A smug grin spread across his face as he turned towards us. The moment our eyes met, I turned my nose up and looked away, trying to signal that we weren't interested. But of course, he didn't care. Instead, he made a beeline for us, his swagger growing with every step.
"Well, look what the cat dragged in," he smirked.
After giving me a patronizing look, he mustered Ariana from head to toe, like he was buying meat at a butcher's counter.
"Glad you've figured out you're better at dressing up than discussing algorithms," he told my bestie, his tone dripping with condescension.
"And you brought your sparkle sidekick," he finally turned to me. "The trophy besties - what a dope tag team!"
Now, it was my turn to be sized up by the privileged prick. He showed the same reaction I'd seen many times before. A lot of people have told me my looks are a unique combination -- the innocent face of an angel and the hot body of a swimsuit model. But I'd never let these compliments get to my head. I didn't want to be defined by superficial stuff like that. I wanted to be known for my skills, not just my looks.
"A girl that fits the chick vibe in this place! Nice to meet you," the elite douche said with an approving nod.
Oh jeez! Mr. Know-It-All must have confused us with that chick clique we just escaped. But he kept a straight face, telling me all I needed to know. The entitled idiot knew exactly what he was doing. He was trying to trigger us! Gazing deep into my dark brown eyes, he waited for a reaction, but I didn't play along.
Despite my big, gentle doe eyes, I wasn't easily intimidated. Even though every fiber in my body screamed to shut this jerk down, I didn't want to make a scene, so I clenched my jaw and forced a polite smile. Ari, on the other hand, couldn't keep her cool - not after suffering his mansplaining all semester long. Claiming she needed a drink, she hastily ducked out.
That left me alone with the pompous clown. For some twisted reason, though, I didn't follow my friend. Instead, I kept the conversation going. I wanted to dissect this guy and light him up. Someone had to stand up to this arrogant ass, and apparently, that someone was me.
