Charity Night Gone Wrong (?/FFFF) Part Six
Posted: Sun Apr 30, 2023 5:01 am
Part One:
Even after the Arlington High football team’s last player disappeared back into the locker room, the student body buzzed aimlessly around the field. Swaths of teenagers shuffled around on top of the red and white confetti dusting the green Astroturf, excited for the overtime win against Arlington’s rival, Jefferson Central, but more excited at the rides they arranged in whispers to the annual Senior party, Late Night Lasso.
From the stands, parents and faculty looked down at the field and felt waves of sentiment at the way the Seniors mingled and smiled and congratulated each other in a strong sense of school pride. On the field, the teenagers were plotting who would make runs for beer and cheap liquor before the party, and arguing who would be stuck as each pod’s designated driver. Group by group, the field emptied, as the Seniors of Arlington High braced themselves for the secret gem of Texas high school social life.
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“BEFORE WE BEGIN! WELCOME TO THE 2023 LATE NIGHT LASSO! LETS GO OVER THE RULES ONE LAST TIME!” Arlington Student Body President Anna De Piazza cleared her voice into the karaoke microphone, as 80 Arlington seniors quieted down around her in the basement of her parents’ home, continuing to sip from their colorful solo cups.
“RULE ONE! IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, YOU NEED TO LEAVE. RIGHT NOW.” A solitary, sullen Junior made his way toward the door.
“Now that that’s settled…” Anna spoke more intentionally now. “Welcome to the 2023 Late Night Lasso. I’m Anna De Piazza and am happy to be this year’s host of a time honored Arlington tradition. Before we begin, for those of you who are less schooled on why we’re here tonight, the Late Night Lasso was founded as a way for Arlington students to come together and raise funds to benefit a single family in the Arlington community. Over the 12 years the party has existed, we have raised over $120,000 in aid for members of our community.” The part erupted in drunk, genuine applause.
“This year’s recipient of funds will be Ms. Ross, our favorite Senior Math Teacher, after her family’s house burned down earlier this year. We all know what she has meant to us this year, and it’s an honor to help her and her family pick themselves up after such a tragedy.” Anna paused for another crackling applause.
“Now. Let’s get to the rules.” The basement erupted in hollers and cheers.
“As stated in the senior-only group text that went out earlier this month, each senior was able to nominate a student to be bound, gagged, and auctioned off for the night. The four nominees receiving the most votes have been notified, accepted the honor of serving, and are waiting behind the door behind me.” Anna gestured behind her toward the bedroom door.
“This year’s winners are as follows: Jane Ryan, Carmen Melendez, Carly Feiffer, and Abby Stetson.”
The room rippled with cheers, mostly from the male students, who had colluded together to nominate “the four best bodies” at Arlington High.
“Each of the winners will come out one by one. We auctioned off the right to choose each of the winner’s outfit, to tie them up, and gag them last week. From that one auction we raised $8,000! At midnight, we will auction off each winner and a private room for the remainder of the night.” The basement shook as the partygoers stomped their feet and clapped in anticipation.
“Here are the rules to remember when that happens. Breaking any rule will result in your immediate and aggressive expulsion from this event. No exceptions.
Rule #1: No touching unless approved by our winners. Each winner has agreed to accept donations for ‘party favors,’ but keep things PG-13, folks.
Rule #2: Donations to Ms. Ross can be made to each individual winners’ Venmo account.
Rule #3: After the midnight auction, the party is OVER. Head home and leave me to clean up my wrecked house in peace.”
ARE WE READY TO SEE THIS YEAR’S WINNERS???”
The part exploded into raucous applause.
“Then let’s get our night started! Our first winner is Jane Ryan!”
The door behind Anna opened and a short, busty blonde burst her way into the room. Jane stood about 5’5,” with bleach-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Clearly shoved out into the party, it took her several short hops to catch her balance. Jane had been dressed in pink underwear and bra, and had been given a pair of white bunny ears to to wear on her head like a tiara. Whoever had bought the right to tie Jane up clearly had a particular aesthetic in mind, as she had been gagged in pink duct tape that had been wrapped around her head multiple times, making her cheeks swell over the top. Her body had been tied in white duct tape, wrapped viciously tight around her ankles and knees, cinching her wrists and elbows behind her, and framing the upper and lower areas of her massive, DD chest. A cheerleader and social butterfly, Jane had made many friends at Arlington high and very few enemies. She looked forward to being featured at a function like this as someone desirable, and played up for all it was worth.
“Mmmmmmpf!? Hmmpf hmmmm!!!!” Jane pretended to scream and cry in front of the party, hopping toward a random male classmate and pleading with him to untie her. Of course, he didn’t. Jane laughed and hopped toward the side of the door where she waited.
“And now, Arlington’s very own Carmen Melendez!!!!” Anna made way as the door burst open again.
Hopping confidently out into the open was Carmen, a 6’0” Amazonian creature. Carmen was all state that year in women’s basketball, and an unmistakable star on TikTok. Carmen’s luscious red lips had been parted by a massive red ball gag, which leaked saliva onto her giant chest. Carmen’s dresser had chosen perhaps the world’s tightest catsuit known to man for her. The black latex clung to every part of her strong, sinewy body, except at the center of her torso, where the front zipper had been pulled down all the way to the waist of the suit, leaving her massive breasts on the verge of toppling out of the latex. Carmen’s long boots had been tied at the ankles as well, except by rope instead of tape. Her dresser had applied multiple lengths of rope to her arms pinned behind in a reverse-prayer. Hearing her name chanted by the crowd in front of her, Carmen scuttled over to where Jane was standing, and in an act of pure crowd pleasing, attempted to kiss the taped up blonde through their gags, lighting the room on fire.
“Settle down! Settle down! Now it’s time for everybody’s sweetheart! Welcome Carly Feiffer!!!”
Carly, a little less coordinated than the prior two girls ahead of her, stumbled out through the door. A modest farm girl, Carly had a reputation for being the kindest, most humble smoke show at Arlington. Her curly red hair had been done up in two pigtails, which rested beneath a straw cowgirl hat. Gaining her balance, Carly beamed at the crowd, eager to say hello to everyone who had come out to support. She had been fitted with a red plaid flannel that was about two sizes too small for her, and had been tied halter-top style in the middle of her chest, letting her freckled breasts ooze against the straining knot that held them back. Spinning around in a pair of short jean shorts, Carly’s enormous ass quickly became the star of the night. It bulged over the rough rope that bound her legs together, as well as the rest of her upper body and her wrists behind her back. Sporting a grey duct tape wrap gag, similar to Janes, it was hard to tell whether or not Carly was smiling, but it was clear she was having fun.
“And finally!! Our sleeper-pick of the year! Make some noise for Abby Stetson!!!”
The door behind Anna opened, and for a moment, no one emerged from it. After almost a minute had passed, Abby hopped slowly into the center of the room, her shoulders hunched, her head down. What people knew about Abby is that she was a complete bookworm, having kept to herself most of high school and studied her way into a a freshman admission to Brown University. With her jet-black hair, many assumed she was a bit goth. What no one knew about Abby until tonight was her stunning figure — a DD chest that had been hidden beneath baggy alt-rock t-shirts know had nothing concealing it but a bright red bikini, which seemed to moan as Abby jiggled around, trying to make herself comfortable. Her dresser had forced Abby into a giant black ball gag that matched her hair, as well as black duct tape that constricted her entire body and made her secret curves more exaggerated than even she could have imagined. Those close to Abby knew that she only did all this for Ms. Ross, who had written her recommendation from Brown, and was most likely Abby’s best friend on campus. Abby glared at a young man who whistled at her before taking her place beside the other three Senior damsels.
“NOW! We have our four lasso’d ladies! We have our lucky party goers. Don’t forget the rules and get out your wallets! Let the party begin!!!!”
Even after the Arlington High football team’s last player disappeared back into the locker room, the student body buzzed aimlessly around the field. Swaths of teenagers shuffled around on top of the red and white confetti dusting the green Astroturf, excited for the overtime win against Arlington’s rival, Jefferson Central, but more excited at the rides they arranged in whispers to the annual Senior party, Late Night Lasso.
From the stands, parents and faculty looked down at the field and felt waves of sentiment at the way the Seniors mingled and smiled and congratulated each other in a strong sense of school pride. On the field, the teenagers were plotting who would make runs for beer and cheap liquor before the party, and arguing who would be stuck as each pod’s designated driver. Group by group, the field emptied, as the Seniors of Arlington High braced themselves for the secret gem of Texas high school social life.
— — — — — — — — — — — — — — — —
“BEFORE WE BEGIN! WELCOME TO THE 2023 LATE NIGHT LASSO! LETS GO OVER THE RULES ONE LAST TIME!” Arlington Student Body President Anna De Piazza cleared her voice into the karaoke microphone, as 80 Arlington seniors quieted down around her in the basement of her parents’ home, continuing to sip from their colorful solo cups.
“RULE ONE! IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, YOU NEED TO LEAVE. RIGHT NOW.” A solitary, sullen Junior made his way toward the door.
“Now that that’s settled…” Anna spoke more intentionally now. “Welcome to the 2023 Late Night Lasso. I’m Anna De Piazza and am happy to be this year’s host of a time honored Arlington tradition. Before we begin, for those of you who are less schooled on why we’re here tonight, the Late Night Lasso was founded as a way for Arlington students to come together and raise funds to benefit a single family in the Arlington community. Over the 12 years the party has existed, we have raised over $120,000 in aid for members of our community.” The part erupted in drunk, genuine applause.
“This year’s recipient of funds will be Ms. Ross, our favorite Senior Math Teacher, after her family’s house burned down earlier this year. We all know what she has meant to us this year, and it’s an honor to help her and her family pick themselves up after such a tragedy.” Anna paused for another crackling applause.
“Now. Let’s get to the rules.” The basement erupted in hollers and cheers.
“As stated in the senior-only group text that went out earlier this month, each senior was able to nominate a student to be bound, gagged, and auctioned off for the night. The four nominees receiving the most votes have been notified, accepted the honor of serving, and are waiting behind the door behind me.” Anna gestured behind her toward the bedroom door.
“This year’s winners are as follows: Jane Ryan, Carmen Melendez, Carly Feiffer, and Abby Stetson.”
The room rippled with cheers, mostly from the male students, who had colluded together to nominate “the four best bodies” at Arlington High.
“Each of the winners will come out one by one. We auctioned off the right to choose each of the winner’s outfit, to tie them up, and gag them last week. From that one auction we raised $8,000! At midnight, we will auction off each winner and a private room for the remainder of the night.” The basement shook as the partygoers stomped their feet and clapped in anticipation.
“Here are the rules to remember when that happens. Breaking any rule will result in your immediate and aggressive expulsion from this event. No exceptions.
Rule #1: No touching unless approved by our winners. Each winner has agreed to accept donations for ‘party favors,’ but keep things PG-13, folks.
Rule #2: Donations to Ms. Ross can be made to each individual winners’ Venmo account.
Rule #3: After the midnight auction, the party is OVER. Head home and leave me to clean up my wrecked house in peace.”
ARE WE READY TO SEE THIS YEAR’S WINNERS???”
The part exploded into raucous applause.
“Then let’s get our night started! Our first winner is Jane Ryan!”
The door behind Anna opened and a short, busty blonde burst her way into the room. Jane stood about 5’5,” with bleach-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Clearly shoved out into the party, it took her several short hops to catch her balance. Jane had been dressed in pink underwear and bra, and had been given a pair of white bunny ears to to wear on her head like a tiara. Whoever had bought the right to tie Jane up clearly had a particular aesthetic in mind, as she had been gagged in pink duct tape that had been wrapped around her head multiple times, making her cheeks swell over the top. Her body had been tied in white duct tape, wrapped viciously tight around her ankles and knees, cinching her wrists and elbows behind her, and framing the upper and lower areas of her massive, DD chest. A cheerleader and social butterfly, Jane had made many friends at Arlington high and very few enemies. She looked forward to being featured at a function like this as someone desirable, and played up for all it was worth.
“Mmmmmmpf!? Hmmpf hmmmm!!!!” Jane pretended to scream and cry in front of the party, hopping toward a random male classmate and pleading with him to untie her. Of course, he didn’t. Jane laughed and hopped toward the side of the door where she waited.
“And now, Arlington’s very own Carmen Melendez!!!!” Anna made way as the door burst open again.
Hopping confidently out into the open was Carmen, a 6’0” Amazonian creature. Carmen was all state that year in women’s basketball, and an unmistakable star on TikTok. Carmen’s luscious red lips had been parted by a massive red ball gag, which leaked saliva onto her giant chest. Carmen’s dresser had chosen perhaps the world’s tightest catsuit known to man for her. The black latex clung to every part of her strong, sinewy body, except at the center of her torso, where the front zipper had been pulled down all the way to the waist of the suit, leaving her massive breasts on the verge of toppling out of the latex. Carmen’s long boots had been tied at the ankles as well, except by rope instead of tape. Her dresser had applied multiple lengths of rope to her arms pinned behind in a reverse-prayer. Hearing her name chanted by the crowd in front of her, Carmen scuttled over to where Jane was standing, and in an act of pure crowd pleasing, attempted to kiss the taped up blonde through their gags, lighting the room on fire.
“Settle down! Settle down! Now it’s time for everybody’s sweetheart! Welcome Carly Feiffer!!!”
Carly, a little less coordinated than the prior two girls ahead of her, stumbled out through the door. A modest farm girl, Carly had a reputation for being the kindest, most humble smoke show at Arlington. Her curly red hair had been done up in two pigtails, which rested beneath a straw cowgirl hat. Gaining her balance, Carly beamed at the crowd, eager to say hello to everyone who had come out to support. She had been fitted with a red plaid flannel that was about two sizes too small for her, and had been tied halter-top style in the middle of her chest, letting her freckled breasts ooze against the straining knot that held them back. Spinning around in a pair of short jean shorts, Carly’s enormous ass quickly became the star of the night. It bulged over the rough rope that bound her legs together, as well as the rest of her upper body and her wrists behind her back. Sporting a grey duct tape wrap gag, similar to Janes, it was hard to tell whether or not Carly was smiling, but it was clear she was having fun.
“And finally!! Our sleeper-pick of the year! Make some noise for Abby Stetson!!!”
The door behind Anna opened, and for a moment, no one emerged from it. After almost a minute had passed, Abby hopped slowly into the center of the room, her shoulders hunched, her head down. What people knew about Abby is that she was a complete bookworm, having kept to herself most of high school and studied her way into a a freshman admission to Brown University. With her jet-black hair, many assumed she was a bit goth. What no one knew about Abby until tonight was her stunning figure — a DD chest that had been hidden beneath baggy alt-rock t-shirts know had nothing concealing it but a bright red bikini, which seemed to moan as Abby jiggled around, trying to make herself comfortable. Her dresser had forced Abby into a giant black ball gag that matched her hair, as well as black duct tape that constricted her entire body and made her secret curves more exaggerated than even she could have imagined. Those close to Abby knew that she only did all this for Ms. Ross, who had written her recommendation from Brown, and was most likely Abby’s best friend on campus. Abby glared at a young man who whistled at her before taking her place beside the other three Senior damsels.
“NOW! We have our four lasso’d ladies! We have our lucky party goers. Don’t forget the rules and get out your wallets! Let the party begin!!!!”