The party started with music, drinks and general merriment. Women and men mingled and delighted in each others company. Everyone became impressed with the intricate details that made up the household. From the pillars and pillows intricately embroidered. The roommates dressed as genies with abs of well defined muscles exposed for viewing pleasure of those gathered. With the aid of the medallion they achieved Adonis like perfection with their forms. No scar or blemish marring their flawless features.
Women admired and touched their bodies. Brad smoothly operated separating the women fawning over him until a lucky comely coed. Ironically named Fawn a doe eyed cheerleader that Brad decided to stalk. Fawn seductively pranced around with her eyelashes flitting enticingly. Adorned as a harem girl in diaphanous fabric that exposed her lithe figure. She performed a belly dance to the rhythmic beat of the music. She drew leering spectators but lost herself in the dance. The clapping at the end caused her to blush. Brad moved in to personally express his appreciation. Fawn reciprocated compliment for compliment. She talked about Brad’s favorite subject himself. Soon enough Brad directed her to his bedroom so that he might strike.
Joe spent his time chatting up a history major who started a debate about the different courses that history might of taken if but for a push in a different direction. The concept of time travel and how the further back that you traveled the greater the ramifications might be. Joe argued, “History might be self correcting. Like if you killed Hitler some other fascist might take his place. There was a vacuum of power in Germany. It only took someone stepping in.”
“But they wouldn’t of been as bad as Hitler.” Paula resisted.
“Who can say? Mao and Stalin killed more during their rule and if a more reasoned person took the reigns of power they might of killed as many or more.”
“Even then it would be different people and would shift the direction of the world.”
“In the larger scope of things everything would continue largely the same. But if you could where would you time travel too?"
Mark despite being a specimen of molded maledom struck out repeatedly with posing queries about photography sessions. With numerous rejections he finally settled on a couple of truly vain vapid vixens that jumped at the opportunity to add to their portfolios. Georgia wished to be an actress and Raquel thought she could be a model. This presented itself to be an excellent chance for exposure. Just what Mark was thinking as he lead them to his makeshift studio in the basement.
With a variety of outfit picked up from all over the women tried to decide which direct to start with. Mark suggested that they do swimsuits. Everyone needs a swimsuit shot. The women nodded at Mark’s smart suggestion.
Larry struggled a bit with all the female attention. Liquid libation liberated inhibitions as many came on the nervous man. They found his timid nature enticing. Tommy tried to help him to come out of his shell by starting a conversation, “Hey, Larry what superhero does your sister like?”
Larry’s love of his sister and enjoyed talking superheroes broke his reserve, “Starfire, she even dressed as her two Halloweens in a row. I helped her with her makeup. She loves her upbeat personality. When I introduced her to the teen titans she loved the burgeoning romance that developed over the course of the series. Plus she kicks butt with the best of them.” The women awed at him helping his sister. A discussion of family and what they did for siblings intermixed with some superhero talk.
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