The Class of '81

[AngelicVixxxen]

Carole Montrose

I can see all the heads swerve in my direction, not one of the idiots recognizing me. Bet no one can remember a 6' tall babe. And there's a very good reason for that.

Right now, I want to see if I can find Kent... I've been thinking about him for years. I wanted him back in high school and I still want him. Of course, he never looked my way, but I'm going to tell him tonight how I feel.

What have I got to lose? Rejection is expected, but the look on his face will make up for the hurt. And... who knows? Maybe he'll take me up on my invitation.

I smooth down my dress, straighten a seam in my stocking, flip a curl around my finger.

Yes, people... stare all you like. You'll never guess my secret, and Kent sure won't say anything.

He'd be *very* embarrassed to know that a transvestite, formerly known as Carl, had the hots for him.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I have *no* idea why I came to this stupid barbeque. Families all over the place, noise, games, me all alone.

Hell, I know why I'm here... I want to see Kent again, and I doubt if he'll even be here after what he went through last night! I must admit that I had fun... and I would never have thought I'd find fun with another woman. But now I want something else... I thought it was revenge, but that's not what I want at all.

Not much of a shorts type of woman, I wonder if my low-cut halter top and swirly above-the-knee skirt are out of place, and then realize that they certainly will be if I get dragged into some game where I accidentally show off more than I intended. Speaking of which, I wonder where my red panties are... that little scrap of material cost more than my lunches for a week.

*sigh* I guess I'd better put on Dr. Good's interested face and make my entrance.

 

[Celestia]

Mrs. Janet Yates

Janet sat on one of the pinic benches, her slender legs crossed, watching the sea of faces. She had exchanged pleasantries with some other former staff members and even strolled down a few lanes of memories with various students.

She watched the, then "captin of the cheerleaders" now "trying to look like I don't have a drinking problem", Josie Thompson greeting new arrivals and yelling at caterers. She stopped to take long drinks from a water bottle that was sure to contain something a bit stronger by the way she was wobbling around.

Waving at some very tall woman who she couldn't quite place, but looked familiar some how. Must be someone's wife. Where the hell was Jake? She swore she would never forgive him this time if he failed to show.

She thumbed through an old year book that had been on a near by table. Looking up trying to match faces. Wow, how time changes things. She saw her own staff picture and a snap shot of a play. Jake's face shown bright. What a ham. He and that Artie boy always up to something.

Ah, there they were again, out on the ball field. Artie giving Jake the typical rabbit ears, Jake beaming, and who was that third guy? His name on the tip of her tongue. Kirk? Kurt? Oh hell, she closed the book and tossed it back to the table.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Sandy MacMurphy - Class President

"Achem. Excuse me. EXCUSE ME?" *both microphone backfeed and squeals fill the ballroom*

"Oh good. Is this on? Excuse me, everyone..."

Sandy is full of pep, just like she was way back in 1981 when she basked in the glory of being class president. Twenty-years, four kids, and two husbands later, she is back where she always wanted to be...the center of attention.

It is Sandy's job to be MC for the 'Big Event'..the dance of the reunion.

The room is full of bad suits (some of which have been hanging in a closet since the last funeral, wedding or barmitzah), and an occasion tux or two. The women are classic reunion.. in other words... the whole spectrum of fashion is in attendance.

"Ok everyone! This is IT !!" *she claps (bascially alone) in apprecation of the 'Big Event'

"Welcome Class of 81!!!!" *a few cheerleaders can be heard trying to stirr any pep out of the picnic tried crowd*

"Its so good to how many of us has shown up this year. I just want to go over a few house rules that the hotel has asked to be honored. You all know where the facilities are... they ask they be used as they were intended and not for.. well...you know.

Also, if you can leave the buffet utensils where they are. It would be greatly appreciated....this includes punch bowls, by the way.

We will be honoring our alumni with awards all trough the night, so be sure to sign in with the reception desk at the door, if you have not already done so. Be sure to look at the handouts at your table, as we will be going down memory lane and be signing our school anthem. Now you don't want to miss out on that, so it might be good to remind yourself what the words are.

Thank you!

NOW! With that all taken care of.. we will start out this night with an introduction dance.

It will be ladies choice!

Yes, you ladies out there grab a man and make him dance with you. Now NO husbands, boyfriends or significant others are allowed.

You MUST pick someone you do not see on a daily basis.. and maybe *she says with a wink* you might see some sparks a flying.

Good Luck, everyone... enjoy the evening..."


With that... she looked at the conductor of the local band, who lucily was free for the night due to a cancellation of the Mahon's wedding....and the lights dimmed. People look awkwardly around at each other while the strains of "Only the Lonely" slowly fills the room..

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

Confused, I wonder if half the people have gone to the barbeque and the other half to the dance. My dilemma about where to go is settled when I receive a call on my cell phone informing me that I must return to my own time zone. Sadly, I will miss anything exciting, interesting, shocking, etc. that is about to transpire. Perhaps the dance will be delayed, or maybe another event will be scheduled... so that I can decide what to do about Kent. It would be a shame to come this far and not... well... not.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent awakens, and heads to the dance (Scene III)

"Huh? Whuh? I paid f'r the damn thing."

Good God. Another punchbowl nightmare. And this in the middle of the day. I hope tonight is not a cash bar.

"GEEZ-US! 7:45! Oh, man ..."

I race to the closet and grab my slacks and shirt and jacket. Uh ... a shower? No ... no time. Splash on some cologne. Furiously roll on some antiperspirant; I hope it's antiperspirant. Socks. On. Shirt. On. Jockeys ... oh, man. Only packed one pair. Great. No time. Go without 'em. Pants. On. Zipper ... up. OUCH. Zipper ... down. Adjustments made. Zipper ... up. Jacket. On. Hair. Uh ... reasonably combed. Teeth. Hurriedly brushed. Shoes. On. Tickets ... tickets ... tickets ... THERE! Whew.

Ah, yes. One more thing. Marissa's panties. Tucked into the jacket pocket like a handkerchief. He, he, he.

Ready to roll ...

I head to the elevator, jump in and punch "G."

*ding*

I walk out and listen for the sounds of the reunion dance, already in progress. In the distance, over the PA, I hear a familiar voice, faintly saying ...

"... Also, if you can leave the buffet utensils where they are. It would be greatly appreciated....this includes punch bowls, by the way.

Well just great. How well timed could THAT have been?

I walk up to the nametag table and affix my badge, the one with my name and a photo of how I looked way back when. KENT ZACKRY, it reads, misspelled.

Geez ...

I enter the ballroom and, thankfully, no heads immediately turn my way. Which gives me a chance to check out the crowd. Fortunately, I fell asleep with my glasses on; unfortunately, they now have an ever-so-slight bend. Ah, well.

I see a few faces I hadn't seen the night before (thank God). Alex (mmmmmmmm ...), Josie (meeeeeee-ow, pussycat) ... damn, is that Ms. Yates? Wow. And, thankfully, no Nancy, and no Mark. Though I saw their nametags, so I know they'll be here.

I walk up to the bar ... dammit. I get $4.50 out of my wallet for a tequila barely big enough to fill a thimble, and gulp it down. Ah, my courage. My strength. My friend, tequila.

"Only the Lonely," eh. A fitting choice somehow. Thought I heard something about "ladies' choice."

Which, apparently, I am not.

 

[TXExpress]

OOC: Catching up

OOC: Mornin' folks. Hope you slept well. Time to dance.

Consider the barbecue over. As you can see, there was a time mixup that left a few folks wandering around the park, wondering where everyone was going. Hence, the light turnout so far at the dance. Time for people to finish getting spiffy and to get over to The Plaza Hotel Ballroom, where more bedevilment no doubt awaits Kent.

Apologies for any confusion. On with the show.

 

[Celestia]

Josie regrets her drinking binge.

Oh Josie girl you should have never drank all that vodka yesterday. oooohhhhh, shhhhhhhh.

She wandered around the ballroom feeling quite ill. She couldn't even rememeber what had happened or when the BBQ had ended. She just remebered waking up on the cool tiled floor of the downstairs bathroom, her cheerleading outfit soaking in the tub completely ruined.

Maybe she should just go home. Sandy could handle the dance, she was always so good at this crap.

Aaawwwww.

Her stomach gurggled and she quickly headed for the doors and her car. As she passed through the doorway she bumped into a man readjusting his glasses. She looked up and ment to apologize but when she opened her mouth, instead of saying sorry she burped in the poor man's face.

Oh my God why don't I just vomit on his shoes?

With that she made a mad dash for her Buick and was gone vowing not to return to their next reunion.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is ... dizzy

"Josie? Are you all ... WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO."

The noxious fumes coming from that cutie's mouth could melt gold. And she is — figuratively, thank god — leaving a vapor trail out the door.

*sigh*

One down ...

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I stand in the doorway, searching the milling crowd for familiar faces, or at least someone semi-recognizable. The far-too-peppy woman at the registration desk, obviously reliving her cheerleader days, insists between giggles that I must pin on my high school yearbook photo. Uh uh, no way... besides, there's not very much to pin it onto.

Tonight I am not Dr. Good... or Dr. FeelGood, as I am called behind my back. Tonight I am not going to answer people's questions about where to do something and in what position. Tonight I am not wearing a conservative suit with my hair pinned up. Tonight I'm looking for a man, one who doesn't have to be given a map to the property. When I got back to my hotel room last night, I discovered that my toys didn't offer any relief at all... and all these years I've been expounding on their merits to my clients! Speaking of which, it's a good thing I drove here or those items would never have cleared security.

Tonight I am a woman on a mission. Tonight I want Kent. As I pass the punch bowl, I'm suddenly reminded of the stories circulating about his faux pas and, with a shudder, I decline a glass.

With thoughts of pick-up trucks and eight-foot beds, I put in a special request for a CD later on in the evening when I find my prey... when I hear "Steam", I'm going to drag Kent's butt out onto the floor and plaster myself to him like saran wrap. Which reminds me, my dress is about as thin as saran wrap.

Tonight I'm going to surprise the hell out of Kent... if Carole doesn't do it first.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent spots Marissa

"Oh ... my ..."

Marissa, aka Dr. Good, looked hot last night, but tonight ... jiminy christmas! I think the panties of hers that I have in my pocket are getting hot and wet ...

But ... hmmmm ... there is a statuesque thing over against the wall, too. And wearing no nametag.

A mystery.

Still, I am torn. I not only am attracted to Marissa, but ... I have her panties in my pocket AND want as many details as I can drunk out of her about the previous night.

But ... that tall one ... damn.

 

[Celestia]

Janet Yates

Looking around the room she notices that Jake has failed to show again. Damn him. So much for one last try, she'd send for the papers this week.

The barbeque was a bust, but she'd be dipped if she was going to let this honey of a dress go to waste. It was tailor made to fit her slender 5'6" frame. A low drapping back showed her smooth flesh down to the small of her back. There were only inches of material from that point to the height of the slit that came up the backs of her legs. Jakes favorite color too...red.

Music had filled the room and several people grabbed partners and headed for the dance floor. Had she the courage she would have taken the next male that walked through the door out there and melted into him.

She walked to the bar and ordered a glass of reisling, sipping it's sweetness, feeling that courage start to build.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is ... *oof*

While drifting toward Marissa, I bump into a trim, athletic vision in red.

"Ms. Yates?"

Oh ... dear. Unlike last night's close encounter of the teacher kind, this was well worth the effort. She looked amazing. We knew she came to Central young; it looked as if she hadn't aged a second.

Artie had always told me that she was banging Jake after (before, and sometimes during) school; suddenly, I believed him at long last, and saw why.

"Can I freshen your drink, Ms. Yates? I didn't mean to startle you."

In truth, it probably had been the best thing to happen to me all weekend.

 

[caspai]

Alexandria

Leaning against the wall, again, just watching as the faces pass by, bodies mingling. Once or twice someone looks like they are going to approach me, but I give them a chilling stare, and they leave. I had spent the whole damn day at that barbecue, and all I have to show for it is freckles. Damn, time for another acid peel...

No, Kent had never shown up. That only left tonight to exact my revenge, long thought out, and planned. I even have a glass of cheap red wine in my hand for the grande finale. Couldn't bring myself to waste a good vintage. There are some limits, after all.

I feel a pair of eyes sweep over me, pause briefly, and then return. They are looking harder now. Looking up, I see Kent, looking slightly surprised, staring at me. Will he make his approach? I hoped so. I give him a small smile and wait.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent's head is swimming

Before Ms. Yates can reply, my eyes lock on to another's.

Alex.

Wow.

OK ... where do I stand?

There is Marissa. There is ... mystery amazon. There is Alex. And here is Ms. Yates.

And suddenly ... oh, no ... my lack of jockeys is becoming painfully evident.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I see Kent staring speculatively at the two women, and wonder what move he'll make.

Damn... it looks like I'm going to have more competition than I had counted on.

I drift past him, enveloping him in a sensual fragrance and whisper in his ear,

"Did you bring my panties? You can put them on me later if you want... or you can just see where they're supposed to go... it's up to you."

I move past him, brushing a soft breast against his forearm, knowing he's looking at my tush as I walk away.

 

[Celestia]

Janet...backing away and holding her wine glass out.

"Oohh, oops."

Looking at the one who bumped into me. He looked familiar, mumbling my name and offering another drink, but then he was soon distratced. Typical male. So much flesh to look at in one room.

"Oh don't bother...I'm fine...no no it didn't ruin my dress."

I consider snapping my finger infront of his face to draw him out of his bare skin intduced coma.

 

[caspai]

Alexandria

Kent looks lost, confused. Big surprise there. Well, if he isn't going to do anything, then I will. I have come too far and waited too long for my one and only chance to do this. It was really very childish, but I just couldn't resist it. I had dreamed of doing this for the past 20 years.

I put on my best posed smile, and with my best runway walk, head up, shoulders straight, just a tiny tilt to my head, I walk directly toward him. Approaching him, I smile, and say, in a low and seductive voice,

"Not so much of an ugly duckling anymore, am I?"

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Carole Montrose

I see Kent glancing my way, and laugh to myself. He has no idea that I'm a transvestite!

Then any thoughts I had of humor are blown away (bad pun) when I notice his arousal. I wonder if that package is for me. Taking out my pocket mirror, I check the new shade of lipstick - guaranteed not to rub off.

Time will tell.

 

[Celestia]

Janet watches Kent look uncomfortable.

After refilling my glass I turn to see a very tall very elegant woman stride over to....what was his name...Keith, Ken?

She says something to him and he looks as if English is not his native tongue anymore. Poor stiff. Just standing there hands stuffed in his pockets, by the movement of the fabric it looks like he's clenching his fists.

Should I help him out. No I am no longer their teacher. They're adults. Besides looks like he may get side swiped again.

I watch the second female approach him a look of determintion on her face.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent feels the circle tightening

Ms. Yates has no clue who I am, despite the misspelled nametag.

The look in Alex's eyes is not erotic. More like ... evil.

Marissa's ass could stop traffic. And what a brush that was. And, yes, I do still have her panties in safekeeping.

But the amazon. Who the hell is that?

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Carole Montrose

God, Kent's expression is really too funny.

I walk towards him slowly. Some would think it's a seductive walk, but I know it's just because I can't get used to these damn heels; they're way higher than I'm used to.

Marissa glares at me. She was nice to drive me to my hotel last night, and we had a long talk about my choices. She also told me not to carried away because she has designs on him herself and doesn't want him freaked out. Still...

She said something about taking him somewhere to eat - I'm not quite sure what she meant. I'd like to take him somewhere to eat.

 

[caspai]

Alexandria

"What's wrong, sweetie? Don't have anything to say? You never lacked words in high school. Don't you want to talk to me?"

I lift the wine glass as if to take a sip, just waiting for him to say something to me, anything to me.

"I just somehow never remember you being the quiet type. Couldn't shut you up if we tried, most of the time. What's wrong? Lose your voice?"

 

[Celestia]

Janet remembers...

Hitting my forehead with the palm of my hand, not unlike the old V8 commercials...

"Kent! Kent Zachery!"

That was the name of the poor soul being surrounded by a female mob. I wonder is he still had contact with Jake and Artie. I'd have to ask him when he had a free moment...well if he had a free moment.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is getting dizzy

Oh ... man ... what is ... happening?

Alex has me stammering. Marissa is in a dress tight enough to be a second skin. Ms. Yates knows me now. The amazon is ... walking funny.

Where ... what ... who ... oh ...

*crash*

Kent faints, and lands on his obviously unjockeyed front, eliciting a collective *groan* from the crowd and a wince from every male present ... including, strangely, Carole