SLUTS
July 20th 2008 13:58
There are only so many stories you can tell that haven’t been said before. My story is one of those stories that have been said before.
Jude and Barry the Straight Looking Gay Guy and I were at a party on a Friday night, and it was an accidental party: some couple had hired a large hotel room, the girl’s boyfriend decided to invite his friends over for a while, his friends decided to invite their friends over for a while - this kept happening until you pretty much get the point.
“This isn’t a costume party?” Jude said, holding his mask.
We got there at about three in the morning and by then everyone was pretty much drunk. This guy, Ted, giggling, told Jude and Barry and I to look into one of the rooms. We said, “Sure,” and followed him. Inside the room was a bunch of guys crowded around a bed, laughing and calling out to two girls that were on it. The girls were dancing against each other, grinding, kissing. The guys cheered and the girls loved the attention. One of the girls took her top off. “Take your skirt off, you fucking slut!” Another guy yelled. Someone threw a banana on the bed and everyone laughed at the joke. One of the girls picked the banana up, stared at everyone, grinned, and pulled her panties down. Everyone cheered. She sucked the banana and then lowered it. She slid it into herself and everyone cheered. The other girl with her looked jealous.
“Let’s get out of here,” I muttered to Jude, but he wasn’t listening. He was laughing and looking.
I watched for a bit more, and then headed out of the small room. The lounge was pretty much empty so I stole a drink from the fridge and sat down and, well, drank. This girl sat down next to me. She was a bit fat, and she kept telling me that she was a bit fat. “I’m a bit fat, so I’ve decided to go jogging every day.”
“When do you start?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you see what’s happening in the room?” She asked me, laughing a bit.
“Yeah,” I said, laughing a bit. There was another girl in the corner, crying about what was happening in the room.
“You get girls who dress in tiny skirts and tiny tops and hoop earrings and they look at you guys with disgust when you touch them, and they ask you, ‘What do you think I am, a slut?’ And you’ll be like, sitting there, confused, thinking, ‘But you are a slut.’ Dean, right? What if you went around in a priest’s outfit, and you go to a church, and some poor soul wants your guidance. Would you just say, ‘What do you think I am, a fucking priest? I just like to wear priest uniforms.’ If you went around in a police uniform, and someone asks you for help, would you just say, ‘What do you think I am, a fucking cop? I just like to wear cop uniforms.’ If you go around dressing in a slut’s uniform, wouldn’t you...”
I laughed.
“People say us girls should dress down, because we don’t understand how weak men are, how easily you’re like tempted. But you know what, Dean? I think men should just learn to control themselves. I think men who get tempted easily deserve the punishment that’s coming to them.” She stood up. “Who the fuck do you men think you are? Telling us who we should be? Just because I’m fat and ugly and I got hair growing out of my nipples, it doesn’t mean I can’t be a slut! It doesn’t mean I can’t get the tastiest cocks in the world!” She splashed her drink on my face and stormed off. Some other people in the room looked at me.
Like with most nights, like with all girls, I was confused.
Jude and Barry the Straight Looking Gay Guy and I eventually left the party. Jude and Barry were grinning. I wasn’t. We got into Jude’s car and drove off, asking each other about the banana.
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