PartyNextDoor

Looking back I should have been insulted that this dude would be so disrespectful to me, but with so much adrenaline rushing throughout my body the thought never crossed my mind. I knew this party was going to be big, but I didn't know it would be THIS big. The house itself was quite large, the perfect house for a party. People were everywhere, dancing, grinding, probably a few people fucking in some of the rooms upstairs. The music, a mix between hard hip hop and club dance beats, blared over the top of the line sound system, almost blowing out my eardrums. I was so excited just BEING at this place, and I didn't even have any substances in my system yet. With a giant mountain of cocaine in front of me though, that was probably to change.

I had heard of the party about two days ago on Facebook, it was set to happen not very far from home in Lafayette. Didn’t matter who it was being thrown by or if I was invited at all, I already knew I’d be showing up to this thing and having me a good time. It would do these people some good, after all, I AM a pretty famous wrestler by now, and this party could use my certain brand of star power.

I showed up at the door about 45 minutes after the party had already started. The first person I talked to was this large looking motherfucker standing outside the door. Looked to me as if he was the bouncer. A house party with a bouncer? This shit was def official. He stopped me from going inside.

I quickly fetched my wallet out of my pocket, rummaged around for a bit and grabbed my I.D.

The bouncer looked over the I.D, looking for anything suspicious, before handing it back to me.

Fucking worked like a charm. I had figured that I wouldn’t get in on my own, but after doing my research and seeing that the organizer of this whole shin-dig, Tim Richards, had a couple of brothers listed on his Facebook, I took the one who looked the most like me, and made a fake I.D. Now truth be told, if the bouncer had found out I was scamming him, I dunno what I would have done. But I made it into the party, and that’s really all I cared about.

The first thing I noticed was the women. The party wasn’t at full capacity yet (it wouldn’t be for a while longer) but JEEZUS these were some of the hottest girls I had ever seen in my life. I mean sure, I’ve jerked it to a few internet models (and also a few other members of the UCI roster, yeye) but these girls put most of them to shame. (Erinn Fausse is still the best, yo.) So obviously a guy like me is gonna try his luck. I picked out the hottest one I could find, dancing amongst everyone else in the living room, and made my way to her. I started dancing near her, she made it hard to try and start something but constantly moving around the room away from me. I stayed the course though, and finally got her in one place long enough to talk to her.

She made a face at me, looking disgusted, I dunno why though. Nevertheless I was determined to get somewhere with this chick, so I stayed the course.

I swear she almost snorted laughing so hard.

She quickly got out of the room and into the kitchen area with who I could only assume were her girlfriends. As she pointed me out to them and told them about me, they all started giggling. Bruh. You wanna talk about a blow to my ego? This was like she fired a cannonball right through my fuckin’ chest. All I wanted to do was call her out on her bitchyness, but I didn’t want to cause any unnecessary scenes. So I just got off of the dance floor, where out the corner of my eyes, I saw these two dudes, not dancing or jammin to the music, just talking. I leaned in a bit closer and heard what they were saying.

This sparked a bit of curiosity in me, as I’m always to try anything at least once, and if they were talking about what I thought they were talking about, this would be something I’d wanted to try for a long time but never could get my hands on. I started following the two guys as they made their way down into the basement, sneaking in with them not noticing.

Sure enough, the stuff was sitting on top of a mirror, arranged into an absolute MOUNTAIN. How these guys got away with having this much cocaine and not get caught by the cops, I’ll never know.

The second guy took a large roll of cash out of his pocket and tossed it to the other guy, who smiled at him. I stayed hidden in the shadows, there wasn’t much light getting in here, and I was pretty good at keeping still.

And thus the first guy walked out of the room and back upstairs. I don’t think he noticed me as he went back up, I was not yet compromised. So I was left to observe this man, who quite frankly looked like one of those rich kids who always threaten you with a lawsuit whenever they get into a wreck with you. He took the razor blade near the mirror, chopped up a neat little line, and began snorting. And when I say snorting, I mean SNORTING. This dude was loud as fuck, you could probably hear him upstairs. This went on for about ten minutes, and as he continued making these primal noises, he just kept snorting more lines. Then he turned around, and saw me.

FUCK. FUCKFUCKFUCK. I’ve been found out. Is this guy gonna sound some kind of alarm I can’t see and have me kicked out? Am I gonna get beaten up? Jesus fucking Christmas. I almost ran upstairs screaming for help until…

His words were said in a cadence faster than the voices of you or I. This guy was so fucking faded at this point, it was obvious. I debated whether I should accept his offer or not. And you know what? I came down here to snort coke, and by god I was gonna do it. He knocked me out of my trance and back down to reality with one sentence.

Well, sure enough I did it, and by GOD the rush was something I was not prepared for. The adrenaline was probably helping it, but seriously, I’ve never felt so energetic about anything in my entire life. Ever. By the time I got upstairs I’m sure people would look at me and think something was up. Quite frankly I didn’t care, I was in too good a mood to care. That is, until I heard...that song…

My god my ears had never heard such garbage. These people were hooping and hollering and dancing along and my coked out brain couldn’t figure out why. So naturally I started screaming at the top of my lungs until they stopped the song.

The guy in charge of the music lowered the music to where it was barely audible.

In a fit of rage I knocked over the speaker closest to me off of it’s stand, possibly permanently damaging it.

I pointed out the woman from before who humiliated me.

I grabbed the nearest guy I could and put his head right under my arm before hittin him with that Show Stopper. Sent the motherfucker’s head crashing to the ground, by the time I got up the poor fuck was screaming in pain.

The bouncer from before came rushing inside, hearing the commotion I was causing. He didn’t even say anything to me, he just started grabbing me and dragging me out of the place.

The bouncer threw me out on the road, where i was left to walk back home, where I imagined myself powerfucking Mandy all night. I jacked off about four times before finally getting tired and passed out half naked on my bed.