After high school I started attending a community college, living out of the house. Since the college has no sports teams of its own, it is standard practice to attend and support the local high school sports teams. In the same way, we "townies" also attend the homecoming party. In this town we don't do a dance anymore, instead we just all go to the richest senior's house and have a blowout bash. Every senior and community collegiate is in attendance, and alcohol flows freely. The party is a good time, even if you don't get invited to the behind-the-scenes party. The behind-the-scenes party is a little subspawn get-together that the party host and other higher powers organize. Only those dubbed to be the elite are invited. I had been invited every year since my senior year of high school, and I was now in my third year of college. My senior year was a gangbang of a community college babe. My freshman year of college it was a blowjob competition. Attendants were paired off, and the first girl to get a guy off won $50 and the last guy to get off won $50. Last year it was a full-blown orgy, one and a half chicks to every dude.
This year I had yet to be invited. I wasn't worried, but I was confused, because I was pretty good friends with the host of the fiesta. I was having a hell of a good time even without the behind-the-scenes entertainment, but I kept looking out of the corner of my eye for someone approaching to invite me. Soon I spotted one of the "volunteer organizers" (stole some equipment from a class to help juice up the music) nearly falling down drunk and coming my way. He told me to go into the basement by the back door, and how to do the 'secret knock' to get in. He told me it was a guaranteed good time. Then, laughing hysterically, he collapsed and passed out. Ignoring his possibility of succumbing to alcohol poisoning, I began to make my way towards the back door, for the first time noticing that I, too, was pretty unsober.
I stumbled town the steps leading into the basement, passing stern-looking family portraits on my descent. My body reaches the closed door before I realize it’s there, and my head hits hard wood. In a daze, I try to recall the secret knock.
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