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Your name sits on the bottom of the contract you have in front of you. The contract which entitles you to full control of the cottage in front of you for the next 96 hours. Right now it's 8 pm on Thursday, which gives you one day to prepare, two days to party, and almost all of Monday to clean up.
A shout brings your eyes away from the paper, and to your buddy Steve who's balancing a couple of 24's with his knee's and one hand, while using the other to try to open the locked door.
"You know you need a key right? It's one of those new, high tech doors." You joke as you reach into your pocket, putting the contract away while taking the key out. "You see, you slide the key in, give it a twist, and take it out again. Sort of like the keys for your home or your car."
"Fuck you man, these things are heavy. And why am I carrying all of this. It's your cottage."
"Exactly," you reply "It's my cottage, so if you want to party here, you have to carry."
Steve looks at you and laughs, "Ya, well all the booze and shit is in MY car; so unless you want to invite everyone into a dry cottage, you'll be doing a little bit of carrying yourself."
You see the wisdom in Steve's comments and make your way outside to the 'car'. It's actually a shitty 87' Chevy Caprice wagon that tends not to kick into drive, but he's proud of it. You move around to the back, grab a gym bag full of liquor and weed, and sling it over your shoulder. You make your way to the house with the bag and another 24 and lay them down in the kitchen.
20 minutes later, the car is unloaded, and you decide to finally take a look at the cottage. It's pretty big, as cottages go. With a kitchen a dining room, a living room, a laundry/bathroom, and a large den all on the 1st floor. Upstairs there are 3 normal bedrooms, 1 large one, a bathroom, and off the large bedroom there is a balcony. And you remind yourself not to forget the patio and dock at the back.
The two of you meet in the den and toast to a, hopefully, successful sexfest during the upcoming weekend. You two continue to drink until the morning hours talking about who you hope on banging this weekend. You plan on having at least 60 people coming with as many hot girls in there as you two could manage to get. One thing that the two of you learned during the past year of college is that there are always plenty of hot girls. You and Steve are exhausted and decide to hit the sack. Since your name's on the contract and your ass is on the line if anything gets busted, you get the big bedroom. It's well past 4 am when you finally pass out.
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You wake up the next day to the sound of people screaming downstairs. You look at the clock on the wall and are surprised to see that you've slept for 14 hours. It's 6 o'clock, Friday evening.
"Oh shit," you say as you grab a towel and make your way to the shower in your boxers. As you pass the stairs, you look down into the den and see at least 20 people drinking with a joint or two being passed around. You also notice that the majority of the people you can see are girls. And as you had hoped, HOT girls. 'Thank god for summer' you think to yourself as you look down on their bodies covered in fairly revealing summer clothes and bathing suits.
"Holy Shit." you mutter. As you continue to the washroom. as you try the handle, you find it's locked. You listen to see if you can hear who's in there, and here giggles coming out of there as well as Steve's voice.
"Hey girls. This is the bathroom. And since it has a shower, I'm afraid to inform you that due to peoples clothes getting wet in the past, we are now enforcing a strict 'No Clothing Allowed' in this bathroom. So if you two will be kind enough to remove your clothing immediately, we can see what there is to do in this here bathroom."
You laugh to yourself as you move away from the giggles coming from the other side of the door. It seems as though Steve has a bit of a head start on you. You decide to skip the shower, and give your bud some privacy, and head back to your room.
What to change into... Your swimming trunks so you can head out to the dock and see who's out there, OR change into normal clothes, and see who's downstairs in the house. |