As much as I would love to take credit for this really cool idea, this was suggested by someone else. Hope you all enjoy!
Sarah stood in front of the door.
She glanced around. Night had fallen in the street behind her, the lamps distant stars amidst the dull, foggy night. The houses on either side were tall and well-built, the streets clean of garbage. It was the sort of street that managed, with the barest amount of effort, to radiate plebian wealth. It was also more or less designed to make a freshman college student from Nevada feel nervous.
She turned back to the door. It had an elaborate knocker and a buzzer to one side. She stared at the buzzer, desperately working up the courage to press it and start a glorious new chapter of her life.
She owed herself this. Sarah had started college five months ago with
expectations
. Expectations involving college boys and college girls and experimentation and lots and lots of kinky sex.
Expectations that she really hadn't been met. And here she was, ready to finally get what she always wanted. All she had to do was to knock on the door.
This is it,
she thought.
This is the moment where your life changes, and you get all of the sexy, kinky shit that you've always wanted. This is the moment where boring, ugly, silly little Sarah who read
Fifty Shades
twenty times over, who posted enough stuff on erotica forums to have her own FBI file, this is where she ends and sexy, adventurous, seductive and just overall really fucking hot Sarah begins.
She'd made all sorts of progress already. Done some fun things with some college boys, even had a one-night stand. But when she tried to suggest threesomes with their roommates or offered to tie them up to their bed, she found herself ghosted. Sarah was slowly coming to the realization that her base level of kinkiness, her thirst to make all of the various erotica that she'd read (and watched, and drawn art of, and roleplayed online, and wrote five-volume stories about which had been posted to fairly positive reviews) a reality was quite a bit higher than the college population and if she really wanted to get into the nice stuff, so to speak, she was going to have to seek out fellow perverts like herself.
Hence her current circumstances. She could do this. She had to do this. Her libido
deserved
it.
She banged on the door and then pressed the buzzer for good measure. No escape now.
Agonizing minutes passed before the door opened. A woman stood at the door. She was gorgeous, with a mass of dark hair that cascaded down an appealing, heart-shaped face. Her voluptuous figure was accentuated by a tight, rich red dress that poured off her figure.
Sarah couldn't help but compare the girl to herself. Her honey-colored hair wasn't as volumous, her tits were smaller, her own dress- a green thing with frills around the edges that she'd bought specially for the occasion- sat on her like a paper bag. One last growth spurt in the very end of puberty had at least allowed her to use words like 'pretty' and 'slender' to describe herself instead of 'a frog-faced stick', but old anxieties were hard to shake.
She smiled up at the gorgeous woman. The gorgeous woman stared blankly back at her.
"Hi," she said. The woman continued to stare ahead. "I'm here for the party?"
Still no response. Sarah wondered if she needed a special password or something. No-one mentioned a password! "Um, my roommate Kiley might have told you about me? She gave me a special invite to this place." Actually her roommate had walked up to her out of the blue one day and told her, in this weird, obviously embarrassed monotone, that there was this club in the city that held special parties that was full of sexy people who did all that stuff that she liked. In retrospect her walking in on Sarah jilling herself to
Harry + Voldermort: Master and Servant in Darkness
had turned out to be a blessing in disguise.
The gorgeous woman continued to stare into space for a few more moments. Then she abruptly turned around and walked into the house. Sarah stood in the doorway and dithered for a full thirty seconds before finally deciding that the open doorway
obviously
counted as an invitation, and she
totally
had the right to enter and get involved in all manner of erotic adventures.
She walked into the entry hall. The interior hallway was richly appointed but was dimly lit, and she squeaked as she banged her shin on a small table by the door. There were voices- soft and feminine- up ahead, so this probably wasn't a serial killer's lair, like that
My Hero Academia + Silence of the Lambs
crossover fic she'd written a scathing review of.
Sarah walked towards the voices, expecting... well, she didn't quite know what to expect. Actually, she had some pretty clear ideas as to what she might expect. Lots and lots of ideas. Maybe a straight-up orgy, like in
Eyes Wide Shut
? Some sort of adult party game, like
Twilight: Bella's Special Birthday
? Maybe even some sort of weird hidden cult, like
The Depravity Files
? Hopefully not the last one- that story had been awful. She opened a door and stepped inside.
It was a living room. Actually, it was whatever word applied to a living room that was too fancy to be a living room- maybe some sort of second hall or smoking room or den or something? It was a room that was clearly meant for rich, sexy, interesting people to sit and talk and flirt instead of, say, kids to play or grandmothers to watch TV in. The couches were plush, there were fancy books on the bookcase, and the lighting went for soft elegance. Three girls sat on the couch.
The first was slim and blonde- well, slimmer and blonder than Sarah. Her pale hair was bouncy and curled into ringlets and she wore a crisp black shirt with pants. Her blue eyes flickered to Sarah with mild curiosity before she returned to her phone.
