We are here to party and no one wants to hear that shit!”“Number 2. If it is not your turn, stay off the fucking stage.”“Number 3. If you are ...oing to do a rap or hip-hop song know the song, not just the hook. No one wants to see you on stage reading badly.”“Number 4. Keep your pants on when on stage. I’m serious. Y’all were not here that night!”“Number 5. The most important rule of them all. We are here to have a good time and party. So, DON’T BE A DICK!”“So, our first singer, let’s get Mick. She turned toward the hall and stumbled on her own feet before making her way through the lightless house to the kitchen. She banged her elbow against the door frame as she exited through the back door. Sitting inside the rental car, she thought of the key she had habitually chucked on the counter top. “Great,” she said, her fearful glare never leaving the back door. Ember was upset. Warm tears covered her face and she roughly wiped her cheeks with the sleeve of her jacket. Five minutes. Brendan ogled her muzzily as Monday Night Football kicked off. ‘Brendan, I think you’ve gone over the top,’ Nathan said as he refilled his mug and topped off Charlie’s. He was the middle one of the group: Brendan had just turned thirty, Charlie was fifty six and Nathan himself was forty two. The older men were chubby and causally dressed, Brendan spent an hour and half in the gym daily, and was still in the dress shirt and slacks that were his unofficial school uniform. All were six foot two.. She was placed on her knees in the center of the room, the end of the leash secured to a ring bolted in the floor. Her head was whirling and her body tingling. Her nipples were hard and aching with desire, her pussy spasming as the drug sent her into a lustful frenzy. Suddenly a door opened and in came a man with a huge german shepherd. The dog stood at least three feet tall at the shoulders. It was panting and straining at the leash as it caught her scent, and she could see its prick emerging.