This choice: Prototypical Sorority Girl, Blonde Hair with a Crop Top and White Jean Shorts • Go Back...Chapter #2Brooke the Sorority Girl by: Unknown As John's date opened the door, his eyes widened at the sight of her. She had been pretty at the bar, of course, but it was also late and he had been a bit sloshed – he hadn't remembered her being this pretty.
Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded down her back, and her outfit hugged her curves in all the right places. John couldn't help but notice the way Brooke's crop top hugged her curves, accentuating her ample chest. Her top was a soft shade of pink, and its thin straps left her shoulders and arms exposed. His eyes trailed down to her white jean shorts, which were cut off high on her thighs, leaving little to the imagination.
"Oh my god, John! So glad you made it, come on in," Brooke exclaimed, snapping him back to reality, her voice bubbly and cheerful. She turned to let him into her apartment, and John couldn't help but notice the way her shorts rode up just a bit as she turned - was that a thong peaking out? He shook his head, pulse thumping.
As he stepped into Brooke's apartment, he took a quick glance around. The place looked like it belonged to a typical sorority girl. Posters of popular bands and celebrities adorned the walls, while empty shot glasses littered the kitchen counter. A lacy bra lay haphazardly on the sofa, and a few articles of clothing were scattered around the living room. It was clear that the apartment had seen its fair share of partying.
Brooke's energetic chatter pulled John's attention back to her, and he watched as she bounced around the kitchen, getting them each a glass of wine. Her animated one-sided conversation made it clear that she was used to doing most of the talking, and John found himself content to just listen.
As she handed him his wine, she leaned in a little closer than necessary, her perfume filling his nostrils. "So, John, do you like what you see?" she asked, a suggestive smile on her lips. She twirled around, giving him a full view of her outfit.
John tried to keep his eyes on her face, but he couldn't help but notice how the shorts accentuated the curves of her hips and the smoothness of her legs. He took a sip of his wine, trying to compose himself. "Yeah, you look great," he said, hoping he didn't sound too awkward.
Brooke's grin widened, and she took a step closer. "Good, because I have some plans for us tonight," she said, her voice husky. "I hope you're ready for some steamy fun."
John's heart raced at her words, but he wasn't sure if he was ready for what she had in mind. He took another sip of his wine, hoping it would calm his nerves.
As Brooke continued to talk animatedly, John found himself starting to feel woozy. He couldn't put his finger on what was happening, but he suddenly felt disoriented and lightheaded.
Brooke seemed to be paying close attention to him, making sure he finished his drink. She continued to prattle on, her words becoming indistinct as John struggled to keep up with the conversation. His vision started to blur, and he stumbled slightly, grabbing onto the back of a chair for support.
"Whoa, John, are you okay?" Brooke asked, her voice suddenly sounding distant. She put a hand on his arm, but it felt like it was miles away.
John shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain. "I don't know, I feel weird," he said, his words slurring.
Brooke's expression suddenly shifted, and John could see a predatory glint in her eyes. "Oh, John, I think you're going to like what comes next," she said, her voice low and sultry.
John tried to protest, but his tongue felt thick and heavy in his mouth. He stumbled backwards, his legs suddenly giving out from under him. He hit the ground hard, his head spinning.
As he struggled to stay conscious, he saw Brooke hovering over him, her grin widening. "Don't worry, John, we're going to have so much fun," she said, as everything went dark...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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