Flamboyant house music pounded on the dance floor below, but it was nice and quiet up on the rooftop patio. Cassi was feeling a bit tipsy and had decided to withdraw from the sweaty fray downstairs for the respite of the pleasantly cool night air, and maybe just one cigarette
Reflextions was the hottest club in the downtown district. The trio had been there for several hours now, enjoying their first night on the island. Madison had arranged for a table with bottle service and the whole bit, all on daddy's card, of course, but the dollar does stretch further down there. By hour one, Madison had drunk her two friends absolutely under the table. She ate nachos and polished off her fourth margarita, while Greg was practically hammered off three shots of watered down tequila, and Cassi nursed her third Corona as she chatted up a cute, young, and Costa-Rican gentleman.
Greg was out of his head, making a fool of himself with his ape-like dancing, when his drunken robot brain told him to go to the rooftop. Stumbling up the rather steep stairs, He was happy to see Cassi in silhouette against the brightly lit street. God, she looked awesome, he thought, her trim form complimented by a tight, bright blue cocktail dress. It was sexily short, but not enough that it spoiled the surprise of her perky butt.
Cassi sensed a presence behind her and it smelled of liquor and sweat. Turning around, she wasn't surprised to find Greg, his towheaded countenance pinkish from a day in the equatorial sun. "Where's Madison?" she asked. "Oh, you means the cow?" Greg slurred. "She's probably wandered off to get a fucking tacos, or something." Cassi was offended by Greg's brazen remark, and responded in a biting tone. "You're drunk, Greg! Watch your mouth. Maybe its time we all left, come on!" Her words flew right over Greg's head, as he leaned into Cassi, reaching around her slim waist for her supple rear, hand just making contact before he felt a rapid smack across his glassy-eyed face. To him this was simply a further invitation. Next thing, he lunged forward, wrapping his hands around a reeling Cassi, while attempting to place a wet kiss on her neck. He figured this would really turn her on.
"Oh, there you guys are! Wait? What the fuck Greg? Cassi, you whore!" Greg and Cassi froze in their awkward embrace upon hearing the familiar voice. Cassi took the opportunity of the diversion to push the drunken fool off of her, but by the time she turned to the doorway, Madison was already gone.
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