The dictaphone

Taking another drink along, Vanessa began to explore her own house.

She had a hard time doing so, having to make her way through the crowd, and the more she did, the more she realized that now she didn't know most of the people there. That and being in a new house, Vanessa was beginning to feel a bit sad, just like being invited to someone else party. Of course, boys were ogling her, and she saw some girls looking at her with contempt, being jealous but... the guys from the football team had disappeared. They're not trying anything anymore ? That's not like them. she thought, until she finally heard a long, happy scream coming from some other room. Some boys were enjoying something, from what she could hear.

Making a way through the groups talking here and there, and gladly recognizing someone there, or some family picture on some new wall, she finally arrived in some kind of gigantic living room, big enough to organize conferences and stuff from what she could see. Guess the house is really bigger now she thought. But stopped as a crowd of boys was occupying all the available space , screaming with joy and whistling here and then. She could see the heads of two gingers over them, dancing on some latino music. What are they doing ? thought Vanessa, moving closer to the girls, the boys barley noticing her as she was pushing them out of the way. But when she arrived near the center of the crowd, she knew.

On a big table, two redheads with rail-thin bodies were dancing sexily without their shirts on. Boys were drooling, gazing at them, as Vanessa gulped : both the girls had, at least, breasts as big as hers, maybe slightly bigger, constrained in a flashy red one for one of the girls, and a blue one for the other. They were moving against each other, doing stripper moves, and for an instant, Vanessa was happy not to have a pole in the middle of the room, or else, she knew they would have been all over it. She saw her school football team gazing at them with lust, not even realizing that Vanessa was here. They had bodies like hers, but weren't just playing with boys : they were displaying whatever they could. She also noticed small Angie and her friend Lucy, gazing at the girls, envious of the attention they had.

"Enjoying the view ?"

Turning, Vanessa saw a girl with dark hairs and some blue highlights, looking... down at her ? She was at least 6'2 ! And her breasts, damn ! She was easily a G-cup, and she had some bra making them looking like some round, huge melons restrained in a tight tank-top.

"Who are you ? - said Vanessa
- Christy. You can't know me, as I'm not from your school. So you're the daddy's girl organizing this ? Nice job.
- I'm not a daddy's girl, "Christy", what are you doing here by the way ?
- Me ? Ho, I heard about your party, so I came here with my two friends here, Jennifer and Kelly - she indicated the redheads shaking their breasts, as the crowd was screaming again. They're my... followers, as in my school, I'm the most popular girl. I've heard that you were the same in your school, but looking at you - she looked her from toes to head - I guess you'd better stay there. You're not even worth Jennifer and Kelly. But I already knew it : when I saw your own followers... "

She indicated this time Amber and Eden, looking with wide eyes at the two redheads. With their B-cups and thin bodies, they were nowhere near the curvy dancers.

"Still, thanks for the party." said Christy with contempt

Vanessa, tispy, jealous and angry, took the dictaphone...