One special guest gets chosen for the annual sound of sick tradition
Saniyah didn’t want to attend Lucas’ party, and she sure as hell didn’t want to get chosen for a kiss. But Lucas doesn’t want to stop there, he wants to give her some ”juice” and bring her upstairs. His friends won’t let her leave, and he assures her that the screams she hears upstairs from the other girls, is nothing more than sexy fun. She’s forced to drink the “juice” and she’s dragged upstairs with him, afraid of what she’ll find out is wrong about his party.
A sensual horror story that will make you feel the peer pressure you did when you were young, and the sick aftermath.
“Is she okay up there?” I say.
“She’s fine. Getting railed. Loosen up a bit.” He tilts the cup up to my lips. His hand grazing on top of mine as I sip it. It’s sweet, too sweet. I hafta fight the urge to vomit.
“It’s good.” I say. “A bit of an aftertaste, but it’s good.”
“Then drink it up. All of it.” Strange urgency reeks from his face. He gives a blank stare and pets me on the head.
“Stop that.” I say, grabbing his arm. “I’m not your pet. There isn’t any, um–?” I bring the cup up to my nose.
“It’s just juice. Ready?”
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