Yep, it was time to come down.
Grace reached down for a helping hand from me and tugged on Mandy’s hand to get her to follow. They must have been dancing for three or four songs, and it looked like Mandy was done as well. I reached up and helped Grace to a chair, then did the same for Mandy. They both looked a little more than buzzed, giggling and squirming, unable to sit still.
Grace latched onto Mandy’s arm suddenly and stood while I waited for Carson to return. Loudly she announced, “I gotta pee, bitch,” and tugged Mandy with her towards a packed hallway.
Mandy looked back at me and giggled. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me along with them both. She giggled even louder when we reached the bathroom and she started trying to pull me in with them. She leaned all the way back, tugging on me, but to be truthful I barely had to balance myself. Ever since I took up Brazilian Jujitsu I found my balance was amazing and my muscles had started to form in places that helped prevent me from being easily overpowered.
Finally giving up, she gave me a playful push and said, “Be right back, sexy man.” She blew me a kiss and then the door shut.
I stood there for more than three minutes, trying to figure out what exactly women do together in a bathroom that would take that fucking long, before I heard some banging on a door at the end of the hallway. From what I could hear in the bathroom, there was a lot of giggling going on so I figured I had enough time to go and investigate what was happening down the hallway.
The damn house was huge. I knew Eric from school somewhat, and from what I knew he was a rich wannabe bad boy who thought he was god’s gift to women. Heh, he thought he was. I know I am.
Fuck, I am full of shit.
I reached the end of the hall and there were bedrooms to the left and right. I listened for a moment and heard very loud and boisterous sex noises coming from the right. The banging though was coming from the left. The more I listened, the more the banging sounded like a really pissed off girl. But because of the loud music coming from down the hall and the sex across the way, I couldn’t quite make out what was being said.
I first tried knocking on the door but only heard desperate pounding back. I tried the knob but wasn’t able to get it open. Big fancy house but the doors looked cheap. I put my shoulder up against the door a couple of times before I felt the metal and wood giving way. I had no fucking clue what I was about to see, but I didn’t like the feeling of someone being trapped in one of those rooms.
Inside, I got an eyeful of a drunk guy passed out on the bed, and a girl from my Chem class was standing to the side, looking more than a little mad and upset. She brushed past me, saying something about the door being stuck, then ran across the short way and barged into the room across from that one. I tried to tell her she might not want to go in, and I waited a minute to see if she came back out blushing. But when I didn’t see her, I snickered. Well, good for her. And headed back down the hall to see Mandy being dragged into a room close to the bedroom.
“Brett!” she yelled when she saw me, a look of relief forming on her face.
I jogged the short way to her and pulled her away from the guy who was dragging her into the bedroom.
“Hey, hands off my girlfriend, bud.” I said as I yanked her back and pushed her behind me.
Wouldn’t you fucking know it? It was the man of the hour, Eric, and he looked drunk and really pissed at me. Fucker was shorter than me by two inches and I had probably twenty pounds on his pudgy fucking ass. He tried to reach around me and get to her. I pushed against his chest and he took a large, stumbling step back.
“When did she become yours?” he drunkenly sneered at me.
I didn’t even have the time to answer before Mandy yelled from behind me, “When he fucked me so damn hard I swore off all other men!”
His eyes went wide and then he growled. “He’s a fucking nobody, bitch. I can give you whatever he can and more.”
He lunged at me in a drunken stumble, and I moved to the left while shoving him towards the wall. My hand grabbed the back of his neck, then I shoved him up against the wall, hard.
Moving up behind him, I put my lips up against his ear all nice and cozy like.
“I think my girl said no, fuckhead. And no means fucking no. Got it?” I said loudly, making sure lots of people heard me.
Pulling his head back, I shoved it hard forward and slapped him against the wall. I heard a small crunch and hoped his nose might have just broken.
I whispered this time. “Next time we gotta talk, I will break your right arm and I will shatter your fucking ankle. No more football for you, fuckface. Got it?”
Eric groaned so I took that as a yes.
“Eric, have a good night.” I said, smiling wide and letting him slump down to the floor.
Pulling Mandy in front of me, I helped her walk towards the living room. I could hear Eric starting to talk shit but I ignored him as I looked around for Grace.
Leaning down, I talked softly into Mandy’s ear and smelled how delicious her skin was. “Where’s Grace?”
Mandy leaned back in my arms and groaned. “You feel so safe and big… My hero.”
I chuckled. “Well, I am glad you think so. But where did your friend run off to?”
“Oh, she took off with Carson. Down to the basement, I think.”