Youth Gone Wild (Juicy Fresh & Google)

[Juicy Fresh]

Throughout the day there was nothing but silence from my large, 1.8 million dollar home. Not a single peep. Not until about sick o'clock when a mini-van pulled up to the driveway. A strange never-seen-before older man stepped out of the van. The trunk of the car popped open to reveal a mountainous stack of food supplies, and their accessories. Bowls, cups, utensils, you name it was found in the back of that van. He began to unload the items from the vehicle. The garage door to the house opened slowly, and surely, I was waiting behind the moving wall. I smiled and greeted the man casually. "You ordered quite a load of supplies here. Throwing a party?" The man asked with a flirtatious smile, "It'll be 646.55 ($)." I payed the young boy in cash.

"Nah, ya know. Just a sleepover. One great big girls night out." I winked at the man and he laughed. "Just load up the stuff in the garage. Here's a 50." His eyes widened at the huge tip and thanked me. "Don't mention it. It's for all of your labor. I know the party place isn't meant to do food. I'm a pain in the ass like that." I smiled grabbing a chest full of potato chips and Doritos. After 45 minutes, all of the decorations, the food, and the hosting material was all piled up into the garage. I waved the man goodbye and he parted. The garage door closed, and that was the last of me until about 4 or 5 hours later.

The numerous noise pollution of engine roaring, car door slamming, and the obnoxious laughing of teenager girls, followed by the murmur of men erupted into the air. It was an endless string of teenagers, and even adult men, filling the house like they were stuffing a stuffed animal. Then the music came. The music; the loud, booming, floor shaking and window shivering rave and hip hop tunes blasting from the inside of the house to lead the drift of the party. But this was no ordinary party. Guests were showing up half naked. Men in their boxers and women half-dressed. It was no ordinary attire. Clothing that should not leave the bedroom, or leave the eyes of a partner. It was pure smut, all sex drive and highly, highly, attractive. This was a down-right lingerie party. There was alcohol, hormones, needy teens, and sexy clothing – the deadliest mix for a young crowd. The continuous sound of splashing could be heard from the constant Canon-Balls and endless shrieks of girls screaming “Not my hair!”. The party was in full bloom and it was only a matter of time before someone started to complain – or the cops showed up – which had happened before, but my unique charms lead them away.

“Hey boys!” I smiled waving some glasses of drinks in the air as I shook my hips and watched them admire my swaying body. “Haven't seen you in a while. Decided to show up?” I winked, handing them a drink each. It cost me a lot of money for all of the food and the alcohol, but I was making a lot of revenue. There was a 30 dollar entrance fee for each person, and there had to be at least 100 people who had come and gone – and it was only half hour passed midnight. I made huge profit from the first time I threw a party, and that was a regular party. The new play-boy lingerie theme was a better success that I could even image. Sex really does sell.

“Hey Jizelle, when you going to let me do more than look, huh? Let me show you my moves.” He smiled and spun his hips around like Salsa dancer and slid his hands down his waist and began to make pelvic thrusts. His friends laughed, most of them holding beer or some sort of beverage. The place was packed, people dancing and grinding everywhere. There was a bon-fire outside and a lot of tables that was the outdoor hang out. A big chunk of the population was hanging in the pool and the hot tub as well.

I laughed in his face, almost snorting out my vodka punch. I had to spit some of it back in my cup from that comment. “Calm your hormones, there, Angel. This babe isn't for touchin'. Strictly a 'watch-only' piece of beauty.”

“More like hot piece of ass.” A friend mumbled out before getting distracted by another attractive girl in a skimpy lingerie dress.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes with a smile on my face. I looked toward the open-doors to see a dispute with the bodyguards. I pushed through the crowd and it was more clear who it was. “Oh shit. Oh fuck no!” I placed my glass on a near-by table and approached the doors as fast as I could. “WHAT are you doing here!?” It was so loud, it was hard to hear speech and real words over the dramatic sound of Eminem. No one was listening, no one even cared. There was no authority. It was a solid free-for all; the youth gone wild.

 

[DomG]

Brian didn't mind keeping an eye on Jizelle while her parents were out of town. Sure they had asked him a little bit last minute and his own work kept him quite busy but he didn't mind in the least. Hell he enjoyed watching her, he knew it was wrong but ever since his wife had left him a year before he had watched the little tease next door quite often, watched her sun bathing, watched her through her window as she changed at night... binoculars were a wonderful invention after all.

He knew it was wrong to watch her like that, at thirty eight years old he was old enough to be her father and it wasn't like he couldn't go out and get his own action, he worked out often to keep fit and knew he was considered quite attractive by the standards of most women, but his position at the law firm kept him busy nearly every day of the week, staying up and either working on his own cases or helping the younger less experienced lawyers work on their own cases. Just an hour ago one of the firms senior partners had stopped by his office and insisted that he take a little time off, pointing out that he spent just about every day of ever week working until long after everyone else went home.

Brian welcomed the time off though, he wouldn't have taken it unless ordered to but now that he had been told to take the time off. Having a few days to himself, catch up on some reading, maybe go see a movie... maybe find a valid excuse to stop in and check in on Jizelle without telling her that he was supposed to watch her because her parents wanted her to feel like she was being given some responsibilities. Seemed like a good idea except for the fact that he wouldn't have an excuse to ogle the teenage red head.

He was nearly home, looking forward to some beer and pizza, and then he saw it, the cars parked out in front of his house and her house as well. A closer look showed a stream of people heading from the road up to her place. She was trying to throw a party while her parents were out. A party apparently big enough to block off his drive way. “This is not fucking happening.” He growled as he pulled his car in and got out, storming up to the house and ignoring the men who tried to block his path, pushing right past them. “This party is over right now, everyone is gone in five minutes or I call the cops.”

 

[Juicy Fresh]

"Brian, WHAT are you doing? I thought you were out tonight." The last bit was more of a comment to myself. I didn't know what to do or say. I didn't want the party to stop, but I wasn't sure if I should mad, embarrassed or both. This was not good, and my mind was freaking out too much to react on time. I was a little intoxicated as well. I had had a glass of vodka and a beer - which wasn't much at all - but I was a small girl and I was borderline tipsy. If the party ended, it meant I would lose money, and that was not an option. “NO!” I screamed out at you, grabbing your arm as you stormed into the house, as if I could possibly be stronger than you. As calculated, my attempt had failed miserably, but I wouldn't let go. “Brian, listen to me, just go home! You're not my fuckin' babysitter!” Nothing seemed to work.

Luckily for me, no one was really listening to you, until you said the word 'cop'. The heads of many people turned to face you, mostly angry men, half drunk, and either with alcohol or a joint in their hands. Cops was not the word of choosing in a general conversation at a party unless it was to make fun of them. “The fuck's your problem man!?” A tough-looking man, tall, broad, and full of himself pushed another smaller kid over to face you. “You got a fuckin' problem with my girl's party?” Out of all the people to piss off, the threat just HAD to piss off Damien; the most disrespectful and controlling person I know. Also, the only person who convinced himself I'm his girlfriend. “What's your deal? Think your all cool with that word huh? Who the fuck is this joke?” He spat on the ground at your feet. “I don't like cops, you know? And I don't like people who call them either.” The party was silencing as Damien raised his voice. There is no show without an audience; this was typical Damien. The bigger the audience, the louder the roar, and the bigger the ego. “So piss off!” He slammed his hands against your chest, pushing you backwards as if to get out.

“Damien! Stop!” I shouted, my heart beginning to pound. My hands shook slightly with fear of this going terribly wrong. “First of all, I'm not you're fuckin' girl, okay?” I snarled at him, hissing like an angry pussycat. “And second of all, you don't put your hands on him!” He wasn't even paying attention to anything I said. His eyes were focused on yours. Glaring you down like a hawk. I turned around to look at you, “Cool it.” I had to admit, I had never seen you passed irritated, and it was kind of attractive. I grabbed a chair and stood on it. By now, the music had turned off and everyone was looking at me. “EVERYONE! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE – NOW! Party's over! Get your shit and get out.” I jumped back off the chair. The wind of angry whispers blew in the room as people began to exit the home. Nasty comments were spit out here and there, some talk of refund, but surely people were evacuating. I took a deep sigh, “Get out of here, Damien.” I stood next to you, watching as my party crashed and burned.

 

[DomG]

Brian noticed two things right away, the first was that Jizelle, the young woman whom he was responsible for was definitely drunk and the second was what she was wearing... which was to say nearly nothing at all. Of course the close proximity and lack of clothing had the instant effect of making his pants grow tighter but he ignored it as some jackass decided to step up and try to throw him out after I threatened to call the cops, he hadn't expected it but it would definitely make things a lot more exciting then they currently were. Brian had plenty of pent of aggression to let out and despite the grin on his face he would be more then happy to put the boxing he did to stay in shape to the test.

As he was pushed Brian's hand curled into tight fists, he could see exactly how it would work out, a simple upper cut that would stun him a bit and then move in to finish it off with a few quick blows. Luckily Jizelle moved to put an end to everything before it got out of hand with the jealous non-boyfriend leaving with the rest of the crowd, people quickly scattering because of a combination of his threat to call the cops and her anger. Brian almost felt bad for her, he could remember being her age and wanting to throw parties. The whole night wear thing being a bit unfamiliar to him but another look at Jizelle was all it took to remind him how much he liked the idea.

“Your patents asked me to keep an eye on you while they were gone.” He explained, knowing that it sounded pretty lame as he moved to grab a drink, plenty of booze laying around so he figured he might as well help himself rather then go home and drink his own right away. “They figured it would be better to not tell you so you could have a chance to show them that you were mature but I guess you really screwed up that idea.” As he spoke an idea occurred to him, maybe he could use this to get what he needed out of Jizelle, he had been watching for a while, might as well act on it. "Unless I can be convinced to not tell them."

 

[Juicy Fresh]

As the party cleared out, I snatched a white silk robe hanging from the staircase railing and was swift to slip it on. I took the string and wrapped it around my waist and tied a messy bow at the front. The robe was two sizes to big so it hung open at the chest and flopped over my shoulders. Though I had covered myself up a bit, the robe wasn't much better. Designed short, my slender legs poked out and the lacy riming added to the overall creation.

The last people to leave were Damien, the body guards I had hired, and the DJ, who I knew personally. He smiled on his way out and secretly wished me luck. I would have normally smiled back, but I had way to much going through my mind to even think about how it was amusing. “Bye. Bye. Thanks for coming.” It was a shame to say that, but it was only polite. I slowly began to close the door but quickly gave up on doing it nicely and slammed it shut. It was a heavy door with about 4 bolt locks. It took me a minute or too just to lock it all up. I gave out a loud, exaggerated sigh and turned around to look at you. I stood there for a long moment in silent before sighing again and finally spitting some words out. “I hate you.” I said in a soft-spoken tone, under my breath. Were the only words that would come off of my tongue. It was one of those, 'shit did I say that out loud' moments where you speak your mind, literally. It wasn't that much angry, more embarrassed; a way to let it out on you.

I listened as you spoke, looking at the ground until, “THEY WHAT? Why would they do-” I stopped myself right there. All I had to do was look around and I had my answer. “Uh- forget I asked that.” I gave you an evil glare as you picked up a drink and brought it to your lips. “Who said you can take my booze?” I took some quiet steps forward making my way towards you. “Hey!” I reached for the drink, unsuccessfully retrieving it from your hands. “I am mature, okay? In fact, I'm a brilliant. A pure genius. Do you realize how much profit I make out of this? I could do this for a living and be set for life.” I finally grabbed the drink from your hands and stared down at it for a moment before convincing myself, I need another drink. I brought the glass up to my tender lips and took a nice long sip. Polishing off the glass. I handed it back to you, empty. “Knock yourself out.” I smiled, almost flirtatiously, as I seductively stared into your eyes with the ocean blue eyes of my own.

I thought long and hard for a moment about your offer and my smile grew. “What on your mind, big boy?” I got close; real close – but an inch from you face. “You looking to make some money off of me?” I paused, “We can make good money together. You're a lawyer, with a lot of connections and I'm a young Ms. Popular with a lot of friends. You provide the service, I provide the clients.” I leaned in way close, my chest pressing into yours. My hot breath beat against your lips. “How's 50%? … Unless you want something else...”