Fresh from having a shower Marcus got dressed while still deciding what to do with himself. He pulled on a pair of black slacks and a loose blue shirt. His mind was filled with various questions regarding this place and most importantly why he had such a prestigious room. He realised he was unlikely to get any answers tonight so decided he would go and find Mary. She would not be able to provide him with any answers but she was a nice distraction in the meantime.
He stepped out of his dorm room and onto the fifth floor hallway. Mary had mentioned her room was 502. He wandered down the corridor in search of her room. After several minutes of searching as he had initially gone the wrong way he found the right door. Cautiously Marcus knocked on the door as he had no idea what to expect.
Mary answered the door quickly and grinned at her new visitor when she realised it was Marcus. “Just the person I was looking for.” Mary told him.
Mary was wearing a tight red t-shirt and a tiny pair of white hot pants.
She grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into her room. As she had previously noted Mary's room was indeed the same size as his just less furnished. There were two doors at the back of the room. In the centre were two sofas with a coffee table between them. It took Marcus a moment to realise that he and Mary were not alone in her room.
On the left sofa a guy was sat on his own. Opposite him were two girls a brunette and a redhead.
“Take a seat.” Mary suggested to Marcus. “I'll get you a drink.”
Marcus sat down on the left sofa on the opposite end to the other guy. He was a little taller than Marcus and sported a buzz cut. He looked like he kept himself in shape.
“Bonjour, ravi de vous rencontrer. Mon nom est Jean.” He said introducing himself in a thick French accent.
Mary wandered back over to the sofa handing Marcus an ice cold beer bottle. He took it thanking her. He took a quick sip. Mary sat on the opposite sofa between the two girls.
“So now that Marcus has joined us. We're all here.” Mary stated. “I think introductions are in order first though.”
Mary gestured towards the brunette. “This is Jasmine. She's from California although her parents are originally from Peru.” Mary said introducing her.
Marcus took a moment to get a better look at Krystal. She was a petite little thing. Marcus reckoned she must have been barely five foot. She had delicious olive coloured skin. Her hair was done up in braids, which reached down to her belly. She was wearing a blue halter top and he could sense a modest bust underneath her top. She also had on a matching pencil skirt, which accentuated her hips. Marcus found himself staring at her exquisite toned legs.
“Hi. Nice to meet you both.” Jasmine squealed excitedly.
“And on my right we have the lovely Krystal.” Mary said. “This sexy redhead is from Louisiana.”
Krystal blushed at Mary's comments. Marcus diverted his gaze from Jasmine to check out Krystal. She was around 5 foot 6. She wore her hair short as it was only down to her cheeks. Marcus was captivated by her fiery red locks. She had soft brown eyes and a very sweet youthful look to her. Krystal was wearing a loose summer dress, which came down past her knees. Krystal looked very nervous.
“H...hi.” She stammered.
“And we all know Jean. Who hails from Paris. And over there we have Marcus from San Francisco.” Mary said finishing her introductions.
“Hi.” Marcus uttered meekly.
“Quel plaisir est de rencontrer trois belles dames. “ Jean commented.
“He does speak English. But French always sounds sexy. Don't you agree ladies?” Mary replied.
“So tonight to get into the spirit of the Arvin Steiner way of things. We're going to play a little game. A little icebreaker.” Mary explains.
“What kind of game Mary?” Jasmine asked.
“Call me cliched or boring but I always have a soft spot for the traditional things. So we're going to play Truth or Dare.” Mary said.
“Sounds fun.” Marcus replied.
“I'm in.” Jasmine said.
“Comment pourrais-je dire non à une fille sexy.” Jean answered.
Krystal was notably silent.
“Krystal?” Mary asked.
The redhead hung her head. “Okay.” She replied.
“So who goes first?” Mary asked. |