4 betting her sequin thongs

[Helena]

I hit the light switch to my apartment to see the ground loitered with half-naked, naked and passed out strangers. immediately I know Morgan threw another kick-ass party last night.

I wish I was there, dancing, drinking and getting higher than a kite while finding a lover boy for the night. I sigh at the lost experience due to my shift at work.

I maneuver through the crowd of people who are all snuggled to someone or something. The sad drunks look sad in sleep and the horny ones are either boning furniture or an unsuspecting leg.

I finally make it to my room that is surprisingly untouched by the pile of bodies outside. I drop my bag next to my bed then plunge into the warmth waiting for me. As I settle into the bed i am drifting off to dreamland when I hear the whining of no other than Morgan trying to clear out our living room.

Judging from her grumbling, she is not in the mood to be gentle.

I rise from my bed and slide my door partition to see the unneeded view of ass cracks and side boobs.

morgan is standing in the middle of the mess with nothing but a tee shirt on. her nipples could be seen hardening most likely due to the cold weather but hangover morgan doesn't notice.

She sluggishly waves her hand in a gesture to say get out with half-shut eyes and a rat's nest on her head.

"leave, please..." when it was just me left, she still tried to usher me out until I tweaked her nipple hard enough for her to jump back and fall on the couch.

"Motherfucker!" I laugh at the symphony of disaster and out of her room comes Dean, her man of two years, disoriented with his baseball bat while holding the wrong end.

"Morgan, you alright?" he groggily pushed his long blond locks back when he sees she is fine then heads back in.

"You bitch, Lena! " I shrug them plop down beside her in the couch. she rubs her nipple which is probably sore now and settles in more comfortably beside me. "when did you get in?"

"A little while ago. I got suspended for three days." she nods her head at the predictable development already knowing my track record.

"one day, Dalton will kick you out."I laugh at her catchphrase whenever this happens. he doesn't even write up the report officially. he just tells me I am suspended.

"Nah. we have an understanding. besides, the senior year is almost done so it makes no sense to kick me now." Morgan slaps my stomach with her right hand while the left still rubs her tender nipple.

"You have to get to college Helena! you won't do that if you get expelled from school." I know she was going mamma bear on me now. Just because she was three years older at twenty-three she thought she was a mother to a nineteen-year-old.

"I know where this is going and I have sent out applications already, I know I am going to college." If I survive that long.

But I don't tell her that.

This appeases her enough to drop the subject so I briskly change the topic to work. " Morgan, I am going to be picking up some shifts for the next three days since I have all this free time now. I need the workout."

"Of course you are going to work. you know, I might start to think you enjoy working there." I wiggle my eyebrows at her statement then leap to the fireman pole in the corner of our apartment.

"You bet my sequin thong I do." I start to swing on the pole, warming up before I begin the routine I am working on.

"I swear, you just love the attention." I ignore her claim and practice the spicy number with lady marmalade playing in my head by the four legendary queens of early 2000's music.

This was going to be a number to remember.