Still I am somwhat perplexed as to the point behind this story, or why I am typing it precisely, their is no lay or even Pull in this story. It is quite literally me and two girls getting pissed of our tits and having fun.
There are probably many (or more likely very few) interesting lessons that could be derived from this. But at the very least it would provide a narrative on what the fuck I have been doing
Or if you don't care about me it may just entertain you!
Party on campus, rather attractive host, the stereotypical party blonde, dancing away to techno trying to cram as many people into her place as possible. Determined to be the campus queen at least in her area for that night.
Unfortunatly determination is not the only factor required for such a social accomplishment; and she must have left out on one of the other factors as things were dying. Not sure which factor it was, but the party was obviously hap-hazardly thrown together and was beginning to bore me, as many of you may know techno is not a musical taste which my accoustic palate agree's with
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I decided to leave and drag (or save) some people on the way out and take them back to my place and show them the secret basement we found (long story short me and my room-mate found a basement under a loose floor board and we plan to have a secret rave down thier) At our discretion towards the warden.
I leave with 2 girls (2 of the 6 actually there) and 2 guys, the guys break of to catch the bus to this club and the two girls stick with me back to my place, we get out some shot glasses and a game sparks up. Namely, "have you ever?"
Now drink, University and "have you ever?" Results in the topic of discussion swerving (rather predictebly) towards sex.
Eventually the question "have you used bondage in the bedroom?" crops up...
Me and one girl drink, our companion doesn't we enquire...
her responce...
"I would of liked to, but never got round to it...."
Our retort.
"That can be arranged
"
Our future victim leaves for the bathroom and we 2, left, rather intoxicated decide it would be fun to capture her on the way out (of the bathroom), my room-mate -the same one who aided our discovery of the basement- helps us unwittingly to distract her before we grab her and tie her to a chair.
Fast forward 20 minutes after forcing our captive to drink some more vodka... I admitt that was a new moral low for me
We stumble out into the street and head zig zagging* for the student bar.
*Alcohol tends to turn straight lines into zig zags...
I feel bad and do some shots of sambucca to meet her on her new level of pissed.
Then after many a drunken discussion with many an admittedly sober student bar goers we go to the games hall where we proceed (in-public) to play strip pool. Now it took a while but we soon regret our decision and then proceede to put our clothes back on before I escort the two of them to their flat and then go home myself.
Oh.... did I mention... they had boyfriends..... did that matter when I met them... no.... did that affect whether I would try and lay them yes...
Did I care whether things went anywhere or not?
Not one bit, it was fucking awesome
CHAT
