The Class of '81

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

*ouch!* I stand there in shock. That must have hurt... well, from what I've heard, that must have hurt.

Great doctor... what the hell am I supposed to do? Kiss the boo boo and make it all better? From the look on Carole's face, she/he wants to have the honors.

I stand there tapping my toe, glaring at Kent. He's not going to do me much good down there, unless he recovers and crawls up my leg!

 

[Celestia]

Janet almost spits her drink...

Covering my mouth so I don't appear rude to be laughing at Kents obvious misfortune. Gaining my composure.

"Oh my god, Kent, are you...is there a doctor here?" Looking around the room.

I walk to him from the bar. I would kneel down and speak to him but there is no way in hell this dress is going to allow me to do that. Maybe Ms. Murphy the school nurse is here.

"Kent, are you ok?" The room is in a n uproar.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Carole Montrose

"Ooh, poor sweetie," I coo over the fallen Kent and bend down to turn him over. His eyes flutter open and he stammers something I can't discern.

"Marissa, someone, help me take him to the rest room," I beg, "We have to get him cleaned up."

Marissa hisses at me and jabs my butt with her toe, but I'm already struggling to lift him.

I have a mission.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I bat Carole's hand away, at the same time dropping a large linen napkin on Kent's lap.

"Leave him alone! You can't lift him up... well, you obviously can, but you're going to blow your cover. Just leave him there, I'll take care of him."

Doing what, I wonder?

 

[Celestia]

Janet

At least someone is helping him. I don't recognize her but she seems athletic enough to bring him to his feet. She must go to the gym... a lot.

"Here let me give you a hand." I set my glass down and try to help him up with out tearing my dress.

"Kent? Can you hear us? Maybe if we splash some water on his face?"

Looks around for a glass of water.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I grapple momentarily with Carole, several times hitting poor Kent's crotch. I wince and he winces in his unconscious state. I also hear my dress rip.

I plunk down on the floor and lift Kent's head to pillow it on my breasts, trying to keep Carole away from him.

People are still laughing.

 

[Celestia]

Janet hears material ripping...

" Eeewwww I hope that wasn't my dress." I feel along the back seem to make sure it's still intact.

Someone hands me a glass of water and I throw it in Kent's face. Covering my mouth as it hits the woman who's pillowing his head upon her ample breasts.

"O..o..oooooo, I am so sorry." I recognize her as a TV personality and a former drama student. "Dr. Good?"

 

[TXExpress]

Kent starts to stir a bit ...

"Ohhhhh ... noooooo ..."

Don't tell me. No. Not again.

I look up. I see ... very nice sights up two dresses. Ah, Kent, forever the aficianado of the finer things ... I feel my head in between two soft firm breasts, loosely encased in a thin ... no, wait. No bra there. And a clearly ripped dress.

But ... what the hell is that under that other dress. In my face. Coming toward me. The AMAZON!

"OH MY GOD!"

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I smile a sickly smile as the water seeps into my dress, rendering it totally transparent.

I see camcorders filming every move, especially the one where I lift the napkin to inspect the damage.

I can hear the headlines about Dr. FeelGood.

I think I want to use the punch bowl.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Carole Montrose

Geez, what a racket! What's he caterwauling about???

I follow the track of his eyes and realize that he can see right up under my dress. Ah, special delivery for you, Kent.

I want to smack him one to shut him up. I want to smack him one to knock him out. I still want to try out my lipstick but I don't think I'm going to have a chance while he's wailing like that. Besides, he's damaged goods now... not too much use to me, I suspect.

I step back and flash him a really good look.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is in a state of shock

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT UNDER THERE?"

Passing aircraft can hear my cry, but I don't care. As the great Austin Powers once said, "She's a MAN, baby!"

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

But, suddenly, as he/she bends down to add to my legacy, I slip, pulling Marissa's dress down, exposing those wonderful breasts in which I have been resting. And his/her attempted kiss lands directly on ...

Ms. Evans' mouth, which has been agape at my plight as she leans down over me!

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

Where is the punch bowl when you need it?

Well, I might as well resign my job right now and just go and live in a cave. WHY is this happening??? It's all Kent's fault... doom follows him everywhere.

I struggle to cover my attributes, but Kent is burrowing like he's trying to disappear.

"If you don't sit up and be quiet, you're going to feel nails where you definitely don't want to feel them!"

 

[Celestia]

Janet

Even without Jake this night will defiantely be one I will remember for a loooonnnggg time.

I quickly take up a bar towel and start mopping up the water from Marrisa's face and neck.

"I am so sorry. I was just trying to help."

Just then Kent starts howling about something and flailing his hands like he's warding off demons. He shrinks down into Marissa'a lap pulling down he material of her dress. The flash bulbs that are popping now are nlinding and my heel cathces on the heating grate in the floor.

BAM, RIIIPPPP

I'm sitting there on my bare assets now. My dress torn apart in the back and my bare bottom on the ball room floor.

I look up quite stunned, "anyone care to dance?"

 

[caspai]

Alexandria

I start to laugh, and laugh so hard that I nearly fall off my heels. This is just too precious. I couldn't have come up with anything this good if I had tried. Tears well up in my eyes as the laughter continues and then I feel myself begin to slip off the heels. I totter, flailing arms, and suddenly, the wineglass flies out of my hand...

And right into Janet's face...

"Oh dear! I am so sorry! Please, let me get something to wipe that up with..."

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

I hear the faint strains of a song.

Bad timing! It's "Steam"... the song I requested.

I glare at the DJ, I glare at the crowd, and then I grab Kent by the front of his shirt and literally drag him upright.

"This is our song, and we're damn well gonna dance to it!"

Dragging him, whining and pleading behind me, I stride to the floor like Xena and one of her captured. Gathering the pieces of my dress, and the shreds of my dignity, I plaster myself to him, ignoring the cameras and commotion.

 

[Celestia]

Janet sits there stunned

"Ack!"

As I sit there trying to decipher how the heck I'm going to get up with out showing everyone my ass a glass of wine soaks my hair and face. I can't help but laugh.

Kent is being pulled along to the dance floor and I turn as someone is saying how sorry they are and offering me help. I turn to see the woman who first spoke to Kent.

Holding the wine glass, "I believe this is yours."

I look around at the floor covered in liquid. Someones going to have a nice law suit.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is ON THE DANCE FLOOR!

... and I am DANCING with a MOSTLY-NAKED TV STAR!

And the cameras! They are capturing the moment!

KENT, YOU DOG, I think, YOU HAVE DONE IT!

Meanwhile, I see Alex and Ms. Evans begin to grapple on the floor. I see the Amazon trying to wipe the unintended kiss of her lips ... hmmm, the lipstick isn't smearing.

Meanwhile, the look on Marissa's face is ... odd. I cannot place it. Aroused? Infuriated? Like mine, just staggered by it all?

 

[Celestia]

Janet Yates

I check my name tag to see if it's been ruined by the wine, I wanted to save it, the picture was a decent one and this was all definately going to need some sort of souviner.

Reading the name across it...Janet Yates. Yes that was me, this was not a dream or some alter plane of exsistence.

Someone offered me a hand and I struggled to get to my feet try as I might to keep the back of my ruined dress closed over my bare bottom. Jake McKinnley you are a dead man.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

Both of us damp and sticky, Kent and I move around the room and look at each other in amazement.

"I ought to be very annoyed with you," I tell him, "but, strangely enough, I'm not." This is certainly more than I bargained for, but I'm not nearly as uptight as I had been.

Poor Carole, her evening didn't turn out like she planned. And, damn... what great lipstick! And what a mess that poor lady on the floor is in.

Suddenly it all seems extremely funny and I can't help joining in the laughter.

"Are you okay now? Feeling any pain?" I question. Kent looks at me oddly, perhaps wondering where this is leading. Only he knows... this time I'm doing the following.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Nancy

I took advantage of the obvious chaos to slink in. Being the expert slink-er I am (after having to do it carefully behind my husband’s back for so many years), I made it to the back wall, I hoped, without being noticed, snagging a whiskey sour from the bartender along the way. Settling into the shadows of the corner, I blended in well. Mark had practically poured me into my skin tight black dress, cut as high and as low as was publicly acceptable.

I had walked a minimum of twenty steps in new shoes (“stylishly cut provocative lace-up heels,” Mark called them. Looked more like hooker boots to me.) and my feet were already screaming for mercy. Cleavage cramped in this scrap of a dress and nobody to even appreciate it. Not that I was looking forward to any of the company here. The 10th had been an absolute fiasco, I dreaded repeating it again. God...if Mark were here I’d give him a piece of my mind.

But no. He had to get freshened up. Stop by the store and find something to wear. He wanted to give me some time to mingle with my friends. Mark had abandoned me to this hell that could only be called a reunion. I hoped he would show up soon, and preferably help to aid my prompt escape.

Sighing dramatically (those four years of acting had paid off - I could now bitch and moan with *feeling*), I sipped at my whiskey sour...without a doubt, a girl's best friend.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is ... stuck

"Uh ... Marissa ... I hate to tell you this, but ... I think your nipple is stuck to your panties. I mean ... the pair, from last night. In my pocket."

Sure enough, as she draws back, her breast carries with it the trophy she'd dropped on me the night before.

"Oh, well," I try to joke, lamely. "At least there's partial coverage."

Her icy glare tells me it didn't work.

And yet ... I am feeling OK. My ... uh ... pride no longer stings, and actually is beginning to feel itself again. I think that things are getting back to normal, when ...

OH NO.

NANCY.

MEANING ... MARK CAN'T BE FAR.

"Uh ... Marissa ... thank you ... uh, for everything ... and, uh, well, uh ... see you on TV."

As I quickly pull away and search for a place to hide, my sleeve button hangs in what's left of her dress and pulls it away.

There she is. Dr. Gold. TV star. Naked on the dance floor.

 

[Celestia]

Janet

Just as I'm taking my leave I glance back at the alumni of good old Central. Somethings are better left to memories I think.

Kent seems to be wandering away too. Perhaps he has had enough of the proverbial memory lane as well.

Oh no! I watch as Dr. Good's dress hangs from Kent"s shirt cuff.
With a body like that she should be proud to be nicknamed Dr. Feel Good.

I capture the last images in my mind and with dress pulled around my ass I stroll out of the reunion and away from Central for the last time.

 

[AngelicVixxxen]

Marissa Good

Well, doesn't this just beat all??? Hey, Lord, why don't you just shoot me now?!

I stalk over to the buffet table, grab the edge of the tablecloth, do the great magic act, and manage to send almost everything flying.

With an apologetic look at the lady on the floor, who looks almost as badly off as I do, I gather the cloth around me and head for the door.

I want a long hot bath, some baggy clothes, everyone's memory to be wiped out, and something fitting to happen to Kent.

As I pass him, I give him a look that is nothing like the one I had given him a few minutes earlier.

 

[Mistress Jorja]

Nancy

Kent saw me, somehow, as I knew he would, despite my attempts to blend in with the fake woodwork paneling. As he pulled away from his dancing parting, looking like a caged animal, I recognized her face. It was the Dr. Good. And when he pulled her dress with him, I recognized the body. Could it be? MARY???

Turning away from the embarrassing scene on the dance floor, I scanned the crowds in search of someone...anyone. Kent paled as I looked in his direction, obviously not having forgot about a similar occasion ten years ago when our...er...discussion had gotten a little hot and heavy and bit too much for him to handle. That bit too much ended up all over my Cinderella dress. Needless to say, Mark wasn’t happy.

And where my forte was flirting, his was holding a grudge. One that could easily last ten years.

I contented myself with seeing how many times I could fold the cocktail napkin, but gave up after six, and returned to my sentry post of watching and mentally insulting as many of my former classmates as was humanly possible.

 

[TXExpress]

Kent is ... crawling under a table

Having spotted Nancy and interestingly pulled away from Marissa, I now am crawling across the edge of the dance floor in search of sanctuary.

Funny thing I am noticing, though: whenever I crawl under a table, a remarkable number of the women seated at them are without panties. Wow. If I somehow can pull myself together ... well, let's just say there won't be another $8.95 charge on the hotel bill tonight.

Anyway ... this one appears unoccupied. I'll crouch here for a while ...

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OOC: Tex and Kent and I are headed offline, probably for the rest of the night. But PLEASE continue to contribute, and we will catch up when we can. Also, PLEASE add and embellish and just have fun at your leisure. This has been a blast from the start.

TX