Dorm Life

MR. BEARE

Prepares the house's dining room for the orgy that he heard waz going to happen that night pulling 30 matresses out of the cellar and covering them with sheets to get things ready, and leaves a note"Have fun, I'll be in my room if I'm needed or wanted" then goes back to his room
 
Jakob Johnson

*turns and looks at the guy in his room and takes the remote and turns the music down*

Jakob: Im Jakob its nice to meet you Dave, I hope you dont mind loud Heavy Metal, Cause I listen to this 247 and I am a night person and I just wear the shades for the hell of it

*turns the music back up adn way up standing up adn lighting another smoke up, than turns it down*

Jakob: I hope you dont mind smoke either, if you do Ill say im sorry, but i got to smoke, its good for me, do you need anyhelp unpacking?
 
MR. BEARE

Turns on his computer and finds his favorite story site "www.literotica.com" and starts looking over stories and he strips down to nothing not thinking bout anyone walking in on him
 
Dave: "Carryin' what I own"

Throwing down his bag and and contured case that carries his sax.

"Metal really aint my groove but Im not one to complain"

"Got nothing better to do, I think Ill go mingle, care to come with?"

Dave waits by the door to see if Jakob wants to come check out the dorm and meet some people.
 
Jakob Johnson

Jakob: sure dave lets go

*wonders where that Bea Smart went to and if there is more liek her?*

*takes his smokes and zippo and walks out with dave*
 
Carla's Arrival

Carla

Standing on the landing at the top of the stairs looking down the corridor, Carla wonders what all the excitement is about.

"Kids!" She sighs. She walks down the corridor looking at the room numbers until she finds hers, Room 269. She knocks on the door and hearing no reply, she pushes it open and enters the room. It looks unoccupied so far, which pleases her. With a bit of luck there will be no roommate this year. Being a sophomore she had hated her first year at the dorm, as her roommate was too much interested in having fun, and not enough in studying.

Carla caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, her long skirt and blouse loosely fit around her body. Her hair was tied up in a knot at the back of her head and her mouth drew a severe line. She was beautiful, thanks for her Italian mother's descent, but she considered it a curse as it detracted her from her studies.

"I am intelligent!" She said to her reflection in the mirror. "And I will prove it!"Carla
 
Jakob Johnson

Jakob: so where are we going dave

*he looks around as they stand in the hall, still wondering where all these find ladys he heard about are at. People have told him how hot the ladies are here and he is curious to find out where they are and what they are like*
 
Lili

It seemed she was, once more, true to her family mannerism of never being ANYWHERE on time.

The splayed campus before her was teeming with crowds that reminded Lili of the schools of fish she used to watch in the azure pacific waters. They moved and flowed so easily, causing her eyes to narrow and her chest to heave as she puffed in irritation.

It appeared that almost the entire campus had already registered and moved in – some of the kids settled on the verdant lawn beneath the dancing, dappling shade of the trees apparently beyond comfort now.

Lili glanced around in surreptitious irritation once more before she readjusted the two suitcase handles – one in each hand - and shrugged, resettling the backpack on her narrow shoulders. She followed the curving, broad sidewalk along with hundreds of other moving figures towards the centralized, towering figure of the campus’s dormitory.

She idly scanned the swelling crowd in the lobby even as she moved forward to speak with the student on duty at the dorm desk. After a brief check in and being handed a sheaf of rules, she was given three rings on a small key ring. The vacuous looking girl was about to go into a babbling tirade about the dorm rules, placement, and her keys purposes and responsibilities when Lili leaned forward and touched her arm.

“Don’t bother. I’m a senior. I’ve done this three years before – believe you me, I don’t want to hear your little speech any more than you want to give it.” The riotous nimbus of wild curls that was her hip-length curtain of hair swung forward to brush against the desk as Lili regarded the blinking blonde with a smirk on her full, coral-colored lips.

“Uh, sure, ok. Well, if you’re a senior it would explain your placement. Guess I’ll see ya around!” The poor girl tried to finish with a bright smile and Lili gave her best imitation before spinning away on one heel, her eyes rolling.

She made her way up the several flights of stairs and found herself trodding down a shabby gray carpet that was lined with doorway after doorway and littered with pieces of debris, suitcases, and boxes. The doors had double slots below the ever-present college dry erase boards, and she watched the names as she eased past the rooms.

They had obviously alternated boy-girl pairings, 2 girls or boys to two rooms with the community bathroom in between. Lovely. The door closest to hers – and apparently her ‘bathroom buddies’ for at least the semester - simply read ‘Christine & Robin’, Lili noticed as she walked past on her way to her own numbered door.

The slots next to her door were blank, so Lili snatched up the fine point dry erase marker chained to the white board and quickly wrote out ‘Lillith Dante’ and snickered to herself as she drew a little dancing imp of a demon next to her supposed last name.

“That ought to keep the horny geeks away for a while,” she muttered to herself even as she eased inside the doorway and checked. It appeared her hasty and yet overwhelmingly important placement had left her roommate-less, at least for today.

Amazingly enough, Lili was grateful as she scanned the two simple beds and small desks that seemed to swallow up the twelve by twelve cube of a room.


OOC:
Lillith Yamamoto
Age, 22 - Currently a senior in her final year of undergraduate MBA study.

From an interestingly diverse asian background, suffice to say she looks more mediterranean than anything else, with brown hair full of blonde, red, and black streaks, bronzed skin and a smattering of freckles. The only hint to her asian roots aside from her last name is her almond-shaped green eyes, a bright and vivid green, however.

She's 5'5, about 127 lbs, with measurements of 34D-28-34.

Needless to say shes a tad .. eclectic for such a yuppie college town.
 
Bea Smart

Bea was doing a tour of the second floor, still working on getting as many people as possible to the party. Finally she came across Carla's room. She was more than a little disappointed when she got there. Carla was, to be blunt, about as square as a die. Hell, she was worse as she was proud of it. Studies were one thing, but not everything like she seemed to think. Bea was pulling a B+ average, and still had time to party hard.

"Hi again, Carla," she said, sighing. "I don't suppose you'll be up at the party this year, by any chance? Will you?"
 
Dave

~looking over at Jake~


" Hey isnt that the red-head you were telling me about? the one let busted into your room?"

"Lets go see whats going on, you can...introduce....me"
 
Christine

"Hey girl I'm going out to mingle a bit before the party. I'll stop by later to see if your still here otherwise I'll see you upstairs." I called back to her as I finished my makeup and headed out the door.

The halls were buzzing by now co-eds from everywhere possibled flooded the halls like wasps.

I wandered towards the lounge and spotted Bea peering into someone's room. I read the nameplate 'Carla' and recognized it. I barged in to say hello.

"Why Carla,if it isn't my ex roomie from last year. how you dooing. Get those A's you wanted?"

I waled over to bea and threw my arms around her in a hug.

"CArla you coming to the party? BTW bea when are we starting I have a new little 'pet' to break in."
 
Carla

Carla straightened up from the drawer where she was arranging her clothes, smoothing her skirt as she looked at Bea. 'Oh no,' she thought, 'here we go again...'

She forced a smile which barely cracked her rigid face and with as much warmth as a freshly frozen glacier answered: "Party? Is that all you ever think about?"

At that moment Christine entered the room and Carla almost gagged as she cheerfully greeted her. She hadn't forgotten the humiliation Christine had submitted her to the previous year, and she ignored the girl thoroughly.

She turned to face Bea again and with her haughtiest voice demanded: "What is so interesting about that party anyway?"
 
MR. BEARE

i shut down my sterio and do a walk thru of the house, and run into carla, bea and christine hello ladies, i have been given this house this year and i run a loose house
 
MR.BEARE

is walkin round the house in a speedo and is nicely tanned and trim he is 5'8" brown hair blue eyed weighing bout 165 pounds not muscular but firm in the right places
 
Bea Smart

Bea grinned as Christine walked over to embrace her. Now there was a girl after her own heart... or after some part of her anyhow. Guess she hadn't had enough of big and beautiful last year then.

"Nine o'clock, sweetie," she said with a grin. "And if your pet is really up for it, I even got some strap-on tails she can waggle. What do you think? Bunny rabbit, sex kitten, horse?"

She turned to the door as the professor entered. Nice guy, she thought. She hadn't had a crack at him yet, but there was still time.

"So, you run a loose house eh, sir?" She glanced at Carla. "How about you have a word with Carla then and try and loosen her up a bit? Poor girl's more uptight than an oversize tampon in a virgin hole."

That was Bea's problem all around. She had no shame.
 
MR. BEARE

Carla will you come down to my den so we can talk privately for a few. bea the big room is fixed for the party i hear u r having
 
MR BEARE

goes down stairs and posts this note on the house boardsHOUSE MEETING AT 730PM THIS IS TO INTRODUCE OURSELVES then goes to the den
 
Christine

"I think that we shall warm her up with a little bunny tail. but what are you going to do with me?" I chuchkle a bit as I turn back to Carla who was now ignoring me.

"Hey girl. Just because I locked you out of the dorm in you'sexy panties' is no reason to hate me. I know you had fun. you were laughing. Or was that because you were drunk? I can't remember. Anyway I must make sure the newbie is dressed for the party."

I meander back throught the hall to my room.

"Robin are you here and ready?"
 
mr beare

Goes into the den and pours himself a drink and sits down to wait for his guest
 
Carla

Carla blushes as she recalls that night the previous year when she had been locked outside the room in her underwear by Christine. But more than that, she blushed at the recollection of her pleasure at having been exhibited in a thong for all to see. She had never admitted it, but the experience had really turned her on. Even now the thought made her tingle all over.

She nodded her assent at Mr. Beare's request absently and watched with relief as Christine left the room. Before Bea could leave though she called her in.

"Can I ask you something? Could you go tell Mr. Beare that I will not be able to see him today and... Erm... Do you think you could help me find a costume for the party tonight?" She said this last blushing furiously, but the thought that had cropped up in her mind filled her with erotic trepidation.
 
Bea Smart

Bea was about to object and tell Carla that she wasn't her lapdog, when she heard the second half of the request. So, the prissy little missy was out for some fun eh? She remembered Carla being locked out, even though she'd been passed out that night. Who could forget? She'd been whining about it all that semester, acting as though she'd been thrown out unwillingly. Not that anyone believed her.

"I dunno, girl," she replied. "How much fun you up for? If you really want to let your hair down, I could make you the chain dancer. I think you know how to dance don't you?"

And that was the dare to end them all. The chain dancer at the parties was hancuffed to an overhead chain. She had to spend the whole night dancing... although 'dancing' was generally a euphemism for being the sex toy of anyone and everyone who wanted her. Although she had a little movement, enough to bend over at least, she couldn't escape. Hell, she couldn't even feed herself or go to the bathroom. That she had to do with help. It was embarrassing to say the least, but if you wanted to be a party girl, if you wanted a reputation... and if you wanted to make sure you had protection from every quarter, being bold enough to be the chain dancer was the surest way in the dorm. Nobody fucked with a chain dancer afterwards... at least, not without her permission.

"So, you got it in you, Carlie?"
 
MR.Beare

get up and looks at the time and wonders if his visitor would show up. in the meantime he goes and gets something to eat from his private kitchen in his room leaving the door open
 
Carla

'Of course I can dance!' She thought, 'And I will show them'

"I'm sure I can manage that" She said out loud to Bea, not knowing anything about what being a chain girl actually entailed. Tell me what I am supposed to wear and when should I be there and it'll be settled.
 
Bea Smart

Bea smiled in mild surprise. Did Carla really know what she was getting into? Well, she sure would tonight. "Be there at a quarter of," she said. "I'll give you your costume then and help you get set up."

She turned away from her and headed towards the door. "Ok, I'll go tell the teach that you're a no-show unless he wants to talk to you at the party. Don't forget!"
 
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