The Gatsby Club

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO THE GATSBY CLUB ON SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 14TH!

A man dressed in black with matching cap, shades, and overcoat knocked slips on a pink sheet under a door, knocks on that door, and sprints out of the Fordham Dormitory.

Carmen’s Point of view

It was a week before the Valentine’s Day festival and the quad and I’ve received a mystery note. I woke from my slumber just to open the door for my “unexpected” visitor. A note. “Great, is it another love letter or is it another hate letter from Gretchen?” I scoffed. I took the pink letter from the cold floor and opened to an invitation. “The Gatsby Club? Wow, I didn’t expect this. Th-They accepted me?! YES. This is fantastic!” I shrieked. I went over to my calendar and wrote the words: GATSBY on the fourteenth.

“I’m actually relieved; that I won’t be needing to dread sitting here in this dorm. I have to make sure I prepare my acceptance speech, if I do need to make any then.” And so, the next few days passed quickly. I anticipated this day since I first applied to this Avalon U: To become a novelist and join the infamous Gatsby club; the elite writers group.

The day before the fourteenth, I was tempted to buy a red dress for the occasion at the local boutique down Main Street. In the boutique I came across some of the girls who are part of the Gatsby Club. They were also buying a couple of dresses for the gathering tomorrow. I paid no mind to them since I wanted to surprise them with my own bodacious body, if I do say so myself. I left the boutique once I purchased my outfit.

Gatsby Girls’ point of view

Bethany: So, what did Mark say about the G-string you purchased last time?

Katherine: Ah, you know. He paid no mind to me even when I was naked.

Anabel: You don’t suspect he’s gay right? I mean, if he is maybe I can get into that?

Bethany: Ana, don’t even say such things. If he was why would he still be asking Kathy for some pussy?

Anabel: Hey, I’m just saying if he was I’d like to watch him do some work on Cesar, y’know?

Katherine: Shut up Anabel, you’re just making more nervous than I already am!

Anabel: If you say so, but just remember I also like me a fat ass. She smacks her behind and it jiggles. I’ve also thought having a bit of you too.

Bethany: Anabel, why don’t just turn around for me while I’ll change. Please.

Anabel: Homophobes.

Anabel walks out the dressing room until the girls begin undoing their bras, leaving them bare in front of the dressing room mirror. Anabel walks back into the dressing room, into Katherine’s dressing room. She gropes her ass and start move her hand down her small waist. She slits her finger up her panties gently rubbing her nice, pink, and dilated vagina. Katherine brings in Anabel and slits her tongue down her throat as the both starts finding the rhythm to their desires. As time passes, their pink and brown nipples harden.

Katherine: Sometimes I’d wish you didn’t pounce on me like this.

Anabel: Right, because it’s my fault I want to rip off those tightly-fitted clothing you wear every day.

Anabel kneels below-

Katherine: Then stop looking at m-

Anabel starts devouring her small tight pussy with her tongue. Lathering it with her own fluids and increasing the velocity of her tongue movements, Katherine left a soft moan, just to prevent their friend, Bethany from hearing.

Anabel: Shh, hehe. I haven’t even started and you’re already quivering. Get down on me now and taste me.

Anabel removed her corduroy and her panties to rub her g-spot. She stuck her fingers into Katherine’s mouth. She pushed Katherine to the ground and stood above her. She was squatted so her secret lover would tongue-fuck her pussy better than her bisexual boyfriend could ever.

Anabel: You know you’re good at this. The offer is still on the table join Cesar and I tomorrow. We could use more people with your skills.

Katherine pushes Anabel off her.

Katherine: Times up! Aw look, you got all messy there Ana. Here’s a freaking moist toilette and get the fuck out here.

Anabel: Whatever.

Anabel cleans herself up, puts back her panties and corduroys and leaves the dressing room. Bethany stands outside admiring herself in the mirror and dancing to Gangnam Style by Psy.

Anabel: Well, that certainly looks good on you. You should buy it and get out of here. I want some ice cream.

Bethany: As soon as Katherine buys her dress, we’ll leave.

Thirty minutes has passed and the girls bought their dresses with matching pumps for the dinner tomorrow.

Carmen’s Point of view

I couldn’t believe it. Today was the day I get my membership! After I left Chemistry 3980C, I ran back to my room to get ready for the event. Quickly, I sprinted into the shower and scrubbed every single dirty inch of my sweaty, icky body with my loofah. I poured a bit of my favorite body wash, “La Chienne pour moi” (The Bitch for me) on my soft and supple skin.

 The smell of vanilla and raspberries will charm them not only with my intellect, but their senses. Even the most stubborn ones will fall before my feet just from a whiff my skin. As I exit the bathtub, i grabbed my towel and walked over to my dress hanging on the hook behind the door. It’s been there since I purchased my dress.

The vapor from the shower kept it from creasing. I did wonder if I would pick up a guy when I was at the dinner. It would be nice to have some to walk me back home, so I would not have to deal with those morons from the fraternity. A nice, gentle yet strong man for my needs. Perhaps even Mark Chaplin or Cesar Rodriguez? I did not know but, I do hope that this evening goes well.

Carmen reaches the Gatsby Club outside of the Atrium building. The quad is playing “I got a feeling” by The Black Eyed Peas. A song just right for the occasion for a drunken, emotionless night for both couples, singles, and drunks. She approaches the small shed that club members hold their meetings in and knocked on the door.

A large man opens the peephole and requests that she gives him the invitation. She enters without any issue and walks into the shed. It looked nothing but an ordinary shed full of garden tools and lawn ornaments. The large man knocks on a panel revealing a dial-up phone. He pressed: 6-6-9-3-1-1-8 and opened a hidden staircase on the floor of the shed. I walked down the dark lit staircases, making my way to the multi-color lights on the other side.

I came across an invite to an orgy. All of the freshman from orientation were buck-wild naked and letting lose on every piece of furniture they can use to their imagination. I stepped back a bit, but the large man who guarded the entrance prevented me. He said to me “Cesar is waiting for you down the hall.” From the response he gave me frighten me a bit. I didn’t want to go knowing from what I saw, I was going to get mixed up in some sort of kinky fetish that the muscular handsome Latin man will give me.

“Are you deaf? Go.” The man grew impatient and grabbed my arm to the far back of the freshman’s big relief. We went down another pair of stairs cases leading to the lounge where the Gatsby’s laughed with a bit of champagne in their glasses. “Cesar is the last door in the middle of that dark hallway. You can’t miss it, it’s in the middle.” A bit embarrassed, I tried my best to casually walk toward the hallway where who I assume is ready to get me undressed and probably entangle me in his wildest dreams.

Once I arrived the door, I knocked and it was already opened. Cesar was with Mark plowing him from the rear while Anabel masturbated in the corner watching her boyfriend get his work done. “Oh, hey it’s Carmen isn’t it?” Anabel shouted from across the room. Her eyes were dazed as if she was a bit drunk. She cooed at me and left me startled by next response, “To be a Gatsby, you must have an orgy with the founding members. You must taste us before you can make be one of us.”

I didn’t want to take part of it so, I ran out the door, the two sets of staircases, back into the decoy shed. The large man looked at me and laughed. “Leaving so soon? Aw, that’s too bad. This was your only chance at joining. Go ahead, go home. But whatever you do, don’t tell anyone about this or you will meet your fate six inches below.” He opened the door and I ran back to my dorm only to find a white rose on my bed. It read: Oh, don’t forget to bring a condom. It’s going to be a bit rough tonight. Love, Cesar.