"You're coming to dance with me, loverboy!" She was hot tonight. A short red minidress that showed off her legs, backless with a halter top and plunging V-neck. Two paper thin strips of cloth were doing a poor job of containing her bountiful bosom, and dangly diamond earrings complemented her hair nicely. She kissed Tim, looked to me and gave me a playful jiggle of her breasts, then turned and began to drag Tim off to a side room where the DJ had set up a dance floor.

Tim just shrugged to me as he was led away, then yelled at me to get him a drink. Not a bad idea. I was very happy with how things were turning out with Lisa, and only came to the party to make sure Tim didn't get swallowed up. But I guess it wouldn't hurt to put in a dance or two with Daphne and friends, and the idea of getting toasted to celebrate the end of my academic career was not altogether unpleasant. Maybe I could have a good time.

I mixed myself a 007: Vodka martini, shaken, not stirred. I grabbed another drink for Tim and mixed a fruity concoction for Daphne. Wandering out, I found the two of them rubbing each other and really moving together with the music. They separated long enough to grab their drinks and sway with the music as we drank and chit-chatted. The House was packed with people and despite the air- conditioning and the open-windows, it was getting stuffy. The reduced air only seemed to make people get drunk faster.

I dropped our plastic blue cups into the trash and headed for the kitchen for another round when I felt a pair of hands grabbing my ass. I didn't move for a moment, luxuriating in the feel of the caressing fingers before turning about, I felt good from the first alcoholic buzz and the music thumping through my veins, and was nothing but smiles as I looked into Trinh's gorgeous face.

“Mix me a drink, stud?" she asked as she lay her hands on my arm. She was the picture of beauty tonight. She had on a sleek satiny sleeveless dark blue top that was neck high, but sheer enough to prove she wasn't wearing a bra. A black miniskirt showed off her wonderfully flexed legs. Her omnipresent eyeshadow glimmered in the blacklights, along with a dark nearly blue lipstick. Her silky jet-black hair was pulled back and up to bare a graceful neck.

“Sure thing." There was no harm in just getting her a drink. I held out the crook of my arm for her to grab, which she did.

"Follow me."

I cruised back into the crowded kitchen. Once there, Trinh wanted to know if I could handle tequila. She made it sound like a challenge, so I had no choice but to say “of course." She produced two shot glasses and promised to match me shot for shot. We sliced some limes and got out the salt. Before I could react Trinh grabbed my wrist and licked the underside of it sensually, and poured the salt onto it. Then she held out her own wrist to me. Playing along, I licked it, and poured the salt. Raising my shot-glass, I licked her wrist to get the salt as she did likewise, then pounded the shot. The rush of flavor assaulted my brain as I snatched up a lime to suck on. One down.

We continued popping tequila body shots, moving to progressively more dangerously erotic locations to start the salt. By now we had also built up a small audience in a circle around us. The guys were cheering me on and the girls rooting for Trinh. By the fifth one, my head was swimming and Trinh was giggling like a schoolgirl. She stood up on her tiptoes and licked my lips, then tilted my head back and placed the salt there. She licked her own lips after and layered the salt, then pulled my head forwards for a wet kiss. My tongue played out across her lips as I gathered the salt into my mouth and then I broke back to drain the tequila shot.

I was midway through my post-shot lime when Trinh got a hungry look in her eyes. Her fingers darted to my mouth, plucking the lime out and tossing it over her shoulder. Her mouth quickly replaced the lime, her tongue burying itself in my mouth,

Conscious thought left me as I gave myself over to the kiss. The strong scent of her perfume, the electric shock of her kiss, and the pleasurable haze of a tequila buzz sent my brain into ecstasy orbit. We hungrily devoured each other, kissing and grasping. At that moment I didn't care how many people were watching, I was about to rip Trinh's clothes off and fuck her right then and there.

Trinh seemed of like mind, but a tad more conservative. She instead broke the kiss and grabbed me by the hand. With fifteen drunken frat-boys cheering me on, Trinh led me out of the kitchen and down the hallway to the bedrooms.

Before I'd realized it, we were outside of Trinh's second floor room, a place I'd been to a few times in the past week. For a fleeting moment, Lisa popped back into my head.

"Don't do it man" I was telling myself. But then I felt myself pinned against the wall as a hormonally charged Trinh slammed her body against me and wrestled with my tongue, sending all thoughts of my girlfriend out the window. Seemingly changing her mind, she then broke the kiss, and led me further upstairs. I felt relief at leaving Trinh's doorway. Maybe I wouldn't have to betray Lisa after all. We reached the third floor and stopped before a corner room. Some dim corner of my mind recalled that there were only three bedrooms on the top floor, along with a sorority conference room. Those three bedrooms were reserved for the President, VP, and the Secretary.

Without further ado, Trinh banged the door open and led me inside. My alcohol fogged brain activated enough to take in the surroundings. There were no lights on except for two banks of blacklights giving the room a dark purple glow. The walls were painted a matte black also, with hundreds of glow in the dark stars and moons affixed to them and the ceiling. These I saw for a moment before another object caught my eye. Lying fully naked in the middle of a queen-sized bed, lay another gorgeous sorority sister.

Quyen Tran (pronounced like “Quinn"), I dimly remembered, was the aKDPhi Secretary, a quiet girl who seemingly always wore black. While we'd met on several occasions, she never seemed to talk or say more than two words in a given conversation. Now I was seeing more of her than I'd ever expected to. Her body was a mirror of Trinh's, from lithe legs to round C-cup breasts, such that except for slight differences in facial features, they could nearly be twins. Long, lithe legs, shapely hips, and volcanic tits, I felt like a desperate alcoholic trying to decide between two identical pitchers of beer.

Trinh started to brag about how she promised that she would bring back a stud and here I was, but Quyen didn't respond, only locking her deep dark eyes onto mine. The blacklights created an eerie glow and made the whites of her eyes shine back at me. Her hair was a shiny black, and when the lights hit it I could swear it was dyed a violet hue. Trinh, still giggling like a drunk schoolgirl, which she was, led me to the bed and sat me down next to Quyen. She leaned down, nibbling on my ear and then proceeded lower to strip my slacks and boxers off. Quyen went to the buttons of my shirt, then as quietly as a geisha slipped both it and my undershirt off my body, leaving me totally naked on the bed.

While the sight of her naked body had led me to the conclusion that I was to get laid tonight, what happened next came as a complete surprise. Quyen took a hold of my wrists and pinned them back towards the head of the bed, and then before I could react, she slapped them into handcuffs, pinning me to the bed. At the foot of the bed, Trinh did the same with my ankles.

I struggled for a moment in a slight panic. I hadn't expected to be trapped here. The cuffs were tight enough I had no chance of slipping out, but were at least lined with a soft fleece so they wouldn't chafe. Looking about, I noticed that the cuffs were built directly into the bed. Where had Quyen bought this thing?

The suddenness of being locked in had cut short my arousal, and the alcohol in my body was not very helpful in getting me back up. But Quyen took upon this task as she extended a very long tongue out to gently caress my soft tool. Between that, her cold demeanor, the glowing eyes, and the metallic violet in her hair and also her fingernails, Quyen seemed less human and more a sensually reptilian figure of lust.

Now that I had been sufficiently locked in and Quyen beginning her ministrations on me, Trinh gave a satisfied hiccup and exited the room. So here I was, handcuffed to a bed in a dimly lit room with a predatory woman I barely knew giving me one hell of a blow job. Lisa entered my mind for only a second before Quyen's next lick drove that thought away.

I floated on the euphoria of a great alcohol buzz mixed with the sexual pleasure emanating from my lower body. Quyen was apparently now satisfied with my hardness as she slid me out of her mouth. Slowly and taking great care to keep her skin in constant contact with mine, she kissed her way up my navel and towards my chest. The twin velvety points of her engorged nipples trailed on my skin as well, sending little pleasure bolts stinging all over my chest. Her head finally reached level with mine and I reached out my lips to kiss her but she pulled back, shaking her head in a wordless "no." Instead, she reached out her tongue to my ear, bathing it in a soft caress and nibbling at my neck.

Her slow trek up my body had turned me on and left me panting with desire to bury myself inside of her. Apparently satisfied with her teasing, Quyen grabbed my painfully rigid tool and settled her pussy lips about the head. Then, with her glowing eyes gazing deep into mine, her hips descended, encasing my meat in a hot, wet, embrace that simply felt so damn good.

As she lowered herself onto me, I couldn't wait any longer as my hips rammed upwards with all the strength I could muster, spearing up into Quyen's hole with violent energy. She leaned over, rubbing her tits in my face as we set up a rapid thrusting, already counting down to my own explosion. I had been so revved up from Quyen's amazing blow job and then teasing caresses, I already was spilling over the edge. My hip gyrations reached a fever pitch and I was suddenly roaring out my orgasm, spewing my load into her after only a couple of minutes.

When I finally relaxed, Quyen gave me a satisfied smirk, and lifted off of me. Now a drunk college boy quickly becomes a tired college boy, and I could feel the energy drained out of me. But Quyen would have none of it. She scooted forwards over the black sheets of the bed, then planted her wet cunt in my face, my semen oozing out of it and all.