It was 'Shellie'. She burst through the door as soon as I opened it and dropped a pink gym bag right on the pool table, starting a line of chatter tha... banished any awkward silences and made me feel comfortable. I paid her and made her a vodka soda and we sat on one of the couches facing the stripper pole and chatted. I told her about this erotic memory I'd had about Shellie from a party one late night in my sister's backyard. They were both standing on the picnic table, hiking up their skirts. She looked me up and down, and cocked one hip, fingers tapping her chin, other hand poised on her shot hip. “Are you sure that you slept? Either you are not interested in this boon that I am about to bestow upon you, or you are not paying attention like you need to.”She glanced at my crotch, and smiled. “I do believe that the evidence demonstrates that you are, indeed, interested in what I am offering you. Do you understand the dress code for this party?”I revealed the Mensa level IQ that has. Two hours passed and her mom hasn't returned, we were getting bored and were dying to go out to a major party our friends were having.We called her mom, and she said she won't be home till late but we cannot go anywhere and that she has already called their neighbors and they won't let us go anywhere. Mary hung up the phone and looked miserably at me, we retired to her room again and stared at the ceiling from above the bed. I was angry but we were stuck in here and I am sure we would get into. “I think Mike deserves a prize for his entertainment. He will get to pick anyone at the party for the night. If you don’t want to be picked, go back into the house for five minutes.” Three guys – including Brett – went into the house along with two of the girls. That left about twenty or twenty-five people from whom to pick. I saw the girl who had first licked my erection and headed over. “Hi, I’m Mike,” I told her. “I notice that you didn’t go into the house. Does that mean you’re interested.