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MSU. I leave the rest of my luggage in the Yaris.
    I head up to the house and reach a set of dark wooden doors. I find the doorbell and ring it, anxious to see my friend. I'm looking around the outside of the property as I'm waiting for someone to answer the door. The landscaping is impeccable. Every bush is perfectly trimmed, the lawn is cut to perfection, and the flowers are in full bloom. After a minute with no answer I ring the doorbell a few times in a row. It's probably obnoxious, but I need to get someone's attention over the loud music coming from inside the house. There is still no answer and I'm about to just walk in, when a woman in her late twenties opens the door while lighting her cigarette.
    "Hi," she slurs as she trips over the threshold.
    "Hi... um... is Tawny home?"
    She looks over at me questioningly, "And you are?"
    "Oh, I'm so sorry, how incredibly rude. I'm Autumn, Autumn Adams, and I'm a friend of Tawny's," I reach my hand out to shake hers and when she doesn’t return the gesture I feel like I should explain a little more. "She said I could come visit her whenever I want. She even offered to help me find work if I wanted to move out here."
    After the words leave my mouth the stranger's face lights up.
    "I'm Kelly, Jared's assistant," she pauses to take a drag of her cigarette. "Tawny's not here, but you can crash in her room. Go to the second floor and make a left, her room is the first door on the left. Drop your bag off and come party with us. Jared's parties are legendary around here."
    Kelly is no longer slurring her words, but her eyes are bloodshot. I thank her and head inside. The music instantly assaults my ears. It's definitely not something I would willingly choose to listen to. Techno music isn't my thing.
    I look around the open space, hoping to find the stairwell somewhere in the sea of people. The women surrounding me are scantily dressed and almost all of them are surgically enhanced. Two women are up on tables in just thongs and tassels to cover their breasts, while they dance provocatively. I try to avoid making eye contact with anyone and I finally spot the stairs at the other end of the large room.
    I squeeze my way past the crowd, being pulled into a hard chest or two by some eager hands. Luckily, I am able to keep walking. I pass the kitchen on my left while I make my way to the stairs and see a group of people doing shots. I also see two women cutting what I assume is coke, before snorting it up their noses.
    I reach the bottom of the spiral staircase and make my way up to the second floor. When I reach the top I look down to the open area, hoping that my friend is here somewhere. I know Kelly said she wasn't, but Kelly was also drunk off her ass and possibly high.
    As my eyes take in the scene below, my heart feels like it stops. In the corner of the open space is possibly the sexiest man I have ever seen. I watch him as he moves to the beat of the pounding rhythm. There is a woman in front of him dressed in a short mini skirt, and what looks like a bra three sizes smaller than what she should be wearing. Her bleach blonde hair is down past her shoulders, and she is grinding against his leg while kissing his neck. The brunette behind him is wearing a pair of bootie shorts and is topless. She is rubbing her silicone breasts against the guy's back.
    I've never seen anything like this before. I'm not completely naive, I've seen a few drunken threesomes in my college days, but these women are throwing themselves at him in public, and they're practically naked. I should look away, but I can't. The blonde in front of him removes her lips from his neck and pulls his t-shirt over his head.
    Sweet mother of...
    His body is a masterpiece. His arms are perfectly sculpted and his abs perfectly chiseled. He's not too bulky; I'd compare his body type to Ryan Gosling. Every inch of flesh on his chest, back, and arms is covered in tattoos. I have an impulsive urge to lick him.
    Get it together,