Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“Okay, this is weird… let me spin it again…” Cynthia muttered, noticing the bottle once again continued to follow the pattern of the amusement park.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“Me again?” she exclaimed, puzzled.

“One more time?” Sydney shrugged, amused by the coincidence.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…

“...Alright. I guess it’s my turn?” Cynthia chuckled, baffled at the odds.

“Guess so. The universe must be feeling lazy or something. Heather, pass the shrimp over.” Sydney ordered, looking towards Heather.

Heather paused for a moment, looking empathetically at her palm.

“Heather?” Cynthia said impatiently, an eyebrow raised as she awaited her reception of the tiny man.

“H… here…” Heather disgruntingly sighed, walking over to Cynthia with her hand clasped around Kyle.

As she walked towards Cynthia, an evil smirk on the queen-bee’s face, she had an internal conflict plaguing her mind. She couldn’t deny it; this was some of the most thrilling fun she’d had in years, but at the end of the day, it was at the expense of an innocent man. 

The things they were doing, if not for the ARSD exception act, would be crimes accompanied by a punishment of several years in jail if done to a normal person. It was so wrong… so taboo… so… exciting. She hated how much she liked it. It didn’t feel like her. She may seem scary on the outside with all her tattoos, piercings and dark-attire, but Heather normally was someone regarded by her peers as sweet and kind. To be, in essence, participating in the torture of another human being was something she never imagined she’d be doing. And yet, she couldn’t bring herself to object to it, knowing it would mean she wouldn’t get to potentially live out her biggest fantasy…

“Hand. Him. Over.” Cynthia demanded with frustration as Heather stood before her, still clasping her hand around Kyle.

Heather looked away, then opened her palm, leaving Kyle exposed once more to the open air. Within moments, he was snatched up, grabbed by Cynthia’s greedy fingers.

“Took your sweet time. Are you forgetting we’re on a time limit? My boyfriend is gonna be home in a few hours, you’re taking time out of your own turn y’know…” Cynthia scolded, looking at Heather who was currently biting her lip as she looked to the side, trying to hide her emotions.

“I know… it’s just…” Heather began.

“Yeah yeah, oh woe is me, I’m so nice, I don’t want to hurt poor Kyle…” Cynthia mocked, imitating Heather with a sing-song drawl. "Are you gonna make up your fucking mind about if you want to be here or not? Or are you gonna keep pissing me off?"

Heather bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood. She knew better than to contest Cynthia, and walked back to her seat.

“Alright, finally. Now, girls, I suppose I’ll tell you what I’m going to do with little Kyle here…” Cynthia grinned, looking at the three eager ladies awaiting her answer, while Heather pouted on the side.

“You gonna put him up your butt again?” Sydney asked, a smug knowing smile on her face.

“I… yes.” Cynthia sheepishly admitted. “You ruined the fun of explaining Sydney, why do you always do that…”

“You guys are SO unoriginal. Do something different this time for god's sake.” Victoria smiled with her arms crossed.

“Oh, please enlighten us with what you plan to do Ms. I’m better than everyone else…” Cynthia rolled her eyes.

“Not telling. Just know it’s gonna be even better than last time…” Victoria grinned, opening her phone as she received a notification.

“Whatever… anyway, yeah, I’m gonna take my turn solo. Kyle’s gonna come with me up to my room….” Cynthia seductively teased, looking down at Kyle with hungry eyes.

Kyle recoiled in fear, pleading upon deaf ears that someone would save him from his impending doom.

As Cynthia held Kyle in her hand, her seductive smile sent shivers down his spine. He felt a mix of fear and, as much as his mind was fighting his body, arousal, and the conflicting emotions only intensified his helplessness. He knew he was at the mercy of the girls, and that thought terrified him.

While Cynthia made her way to her room, the other girls exchanged glances, unsure of what to make of this new development. Heather's heart sank as she watched her friend carrying the tiny man, realizing that she was about to be subjected to something potentially even more humiliating and degrading.

Once inside her room, Cynthia closed the door behind her, locking it to ensure no interruptions. She then sat down on her bed, crossing her legs as she brought Kyle close to her face, observing him with amusement.

"You know, I think I could get used to having my own personal tiny plaything," Cynthia cooed, her voice dripping with arrogance.

Kyle swallowed hard, unable to find his voice. He knew he couldn't escape Cynthia's grasp, and the knowledge filled him with dread.

"Please, let me go," Kyle finally managed to plead, his voice barely audible to Cynthia's ears.

Cynthia simply chuckled in response, finding his desperation entertaining. She then lowered him onto the bed, positioning him at the edge. She leaned in closer, her hot, vodka scented breath washing over him.

"Do you remember what it was like the last time you were in there?" she asked, running her finger along his body.

Kyle's heart pounded in his chest as he felt Cynthia's finger tracing his tiny form. He knew he had to escape, but his attempts to move were futile against her immense strength.

Without warning, Cynthia's finger pressed down on him, pinning him to the bed. Kyle let out a gasp of pain, feeling the pressure on his tiny body.

"Mmm, I can feel you squirming," Cynthia taunted, enjoying the power she had over him.

As Cynthia continued to toy with Kyle, his fear and vulnerability only grew. He felt like a mere plaything, completely at the mercy of these giant girls who took great pleasure in his suffering. His heart raced, and he struggled to catch his breath, the weight of the situation bearing down on him both physically and emotionally.

Cynthia's mischievous smile widened as she saw the effect she was having on the tiny man. She enjoyed the feeling of power, knowing that she could do anything she pleased with him, and he would be powerless to resist.

"I wonder what it would be like to have you squirming in other places," Cynthia teased, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Kyle's eyes widened in horror at her insinuation. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and he dreaded the possibility of where this was heading.

“...No. I’ve prepared too much for you to not pay a visit back to your old home. Let me show you…” Cynthia grinned, sliding off the bed as she stood up, then turned around for Kyle.

“Bet you missed watching this…” she teased, as she unbuttoned the front of her pants, before hooking her fingers into the sides and beginning to pull them down.

Before long, a pair of white-lace panties were revealed, hugging Cynthia’s shapely ass tightly. "The same ones from the park?" Kyle remembered. They were still flawless, as if they were never even worn.

“These go too… boy, Luke would be pissed if he knew about this. Good thing you aren’t gonna tell him… unless you want this night to happen all over again… you get me?” Cynthia warned, turning her head to look at Kyle over her shoulder.

He gulped. She wouldn’t… no, she would.

Cynthia hooked her fingers once more, this time into the sides of her panties. With a sharp bend, she leaned forward, sliding the garment off down her toned legs slowly. Within moments, her bare ass was exposed, a sight Kyle never forgot. It wasn't a good sight, because for Kyle, it meant pain.

“Ready for your surprise?” Cynthia sang, shaking her rear in front of Kyle. Before he could voice his disapproval, a hand grabbed each cheek.

“What is…” Kyle began, before realizing what Cynthia was talking about.

A butt-plug.

“Isn’t it cute?” Cynthia chirped, touching at the shiny reflective base of the plug as it sat snugly in her tight, puckered hole.

“Just hold on one moment…” she continued, voicing her focus as she felt around the plug, getting a grip of the base. “There ya go…” she grumbled, as she began to pull it out.

Kyle watched. And watched. And watched. It kept coming out, until it finally all was out with a quiet “pop.”

“Mhmmm… I gotta tell you Kyle, ever since that day, I’ve fallen in love with having things up there. I’m sure you don’t want to hear it, but Luke… tries his best. So do my other toys… but nothing has ever compared to you… you truly are the perfect toy…” Cynthia explained, turning around with the plug in hand.

“I think about you every time I play with myself… thinking about having you shoved up there and squirming… god, I see what Victoria means when she says you were her best… you were mine too…” she continued, staring at Kyle with crazed, drunken lust.

“I want nothing more than to keep you for myself, but I’m a good girl… Victoria and Heather will get their turns too…” she sighed with disappointment.

Kyle slowly backed up on the bed. The immense expanse of sheets didn’t bode well for escape.

“Oh please. We both know where you’re going. Don’t make it hard for me, because I can definitely make it harder for you.” Cynthia warned, putting an outstretched hand sternly on the bed.

Kyle gulped. He had no choice. With his body trembling, he hesitantly stepped up onto the hand, getting a triumphant grin from Cynthia.

“That’s a good boy.” she purred, shifting the hand behind her with haste as she acknowledged the ticking timer she set.

Kyle watched as his surroundings quickly changed from the girly interior of Cynthia’s room, to the giant stretching field of flesh that covered her two cheeks, the hand that once held the plug free and holding them apart, revealing the now exposed hole that seemed hungry to gulp him down.

“Are you ready? Better take some deep breaths while you can, I doubt there’s much air in there… fresh, at least…” Cynthia giggled, slowly raising her hand towards her twitching exit.

Kyle fell on his back with the intensity of the motions, looking towards his impending doom. The wrinkled hole was pulsating, flexing with each of Cynthia’s minute movements. There was no avoiding it, that’s where he was going. His past memory of the dark, tight depths of Cynthia’s insides was already flooding back to him, making him shudder in fear.

Cynthia’s hand eventually reached a stop in front of the hole, her fingers stopping just short of it.

“Go on. I’ll let you do the honors this time, little man…” Cynthia cooed, nudging her hand towards her hole with an urging motion.

“I have to… put myself… in there?” Kyle stammered. It looked… hungry.

“Don’t make me wait. You won’t like where that’ll get you…” Cynthia warned with an impatience in her voice.

Kyle stepped closer, eventually getting within an arm's reach. He slowly raised his hand towards it, trying to ignore the slight, musky odor surrounding him, a result of the day's sweat and the proximity to her awaiting anus.

Eventually his hand made contact, and his entire world shifted drastically.

“Mmm…” Cynthia moaned, struggling to stay still.

“I didn’t say stop…” she ordered, nudging her hand forward once more.

Kyle regained his footing, and once more reached a hand onto the tight opening. The same shudder emitted from Cynthia, but he did his best to ignore it. With a strong heave, he pushed his palm into the center, watching it slowly sink through, eliciting a louder moan from Cynthia.

“Oh, you’re just teasing me now… go on, go all the way…” she commanded, her hand starting to press on Kyle from behind.

“W… Wait!” he began to shout, before his head suddenly disappeared into the flexing hole.

“MMPH…. MMPH!” he screamed into the suffocating, slick flesh of her interior lining, as the force behind him grew and grew, until he slipped through entirely with a sickening slurp.

With that, Kyle was once more trapped within the literal bowels of Cynthia, completely dark, with a slight, but still noticeable, occasional thumping of her heartbeat.

As Kyle exerted every ounce of strength in his tiny body, the sensations intensified, overwhelming his senses. The walls of Cynthia's anal cavity pressed against him with unyielding force, squeezing him in a relentless grip. The tightness constricted his movements, making it difficult to breathe, and a suffocating panic threatened to consume him.

His skin, slick with a mixture of sweat and Cynthia's secretions, slid against the fleshy walls, leaving a trail of slimy residue. The putrid scent of the cavity permeated the air, a pungent amalgamation of musk and bodily fluids that invaded his nostrils, causing him to retch and gag. The overpowering odor intensified his disgust, making each breath a torturous reminder of his helpless predicament.

As Kyle pushed in rage against the fleshy walls, Cynthia's inner muscles responded by contracting around him, creating a pulsating and gripping sensation. The rhythmic throbbing of her anal cavity became more pronounced, as if her body was embracing and caressing him. The tightness intensified, holding him captive within its clutches, while the warmth surrounding him seemed to suffocate his every sense.

The soft, slippery texture of Cynthia's inner flesh glided against Kyle's skin, leaving a trail of her slick secretions in its wake.

The interplay between pleasure and torment became increasingly apparent to Kyle. The more he fought against his captivity, the more Cynthia's inner walls responded with an insatiable need for gratification. Each movement he made elicited a throb, a squeeze, a clenching sensation that reverberated throughout her entire being. He knew whatever she was doing out there, she was reveling in his suffering, and he hated her all the more for it…

As if in response to his growing anger, he began to feel an odd sensation, the walls twitching and pulsing as if in response to something else. He wondered what it was, until a quick look to the growing source of light indicated the answer…

-

“Fuck… holy shit…” Cynthia gasped, bent over her bed and feeling the intense throbbing within her tubing. She couldn’t help but grind into the bed involuntarily, the raw sexual energy pulsating throughout her lower half giving her an insatiable need to find release.

In her lustful state, she remembered one part of the plan she was missing. “Oh, right…” she mumbled, reaching forward and grabbing something off of the bed, and lowering it towards her rear-end.

She shuffled around a bit, getting into a good position to achieve her goal, and began to push the object into her, eventually feeling her ass start to give, letting the object sink deep inside, pushing the radiating source of pleasure within her further into her core…

“OH… SH-” she screamed as the sensations increased tenfold, causing her to bury her face into her blanket to avoid being loud. She knew she wouldn’t last long if she kept fighting it, and quickly waddled over to her nightstand with wobbly legs, looking for something specific…

-

Kyle realized immediately what had joined him in the tight confines of Cynthia’s ass; her butt-plug, and it was currently racing towards him. Any attempt to crawl away from it only stimulated Cynthia further, and achieved nothing, as the tight squeeze of her inner walls forbade any movement.

It was mere seconds before he was overtaken by the warm metal, his back being bent in an awkward angle as he was dragged into her depths, clamoring for any sense of control within the interior of the titanic blonde, but each scrape against her lining just yielded a slick swipe that only served to stimulate her further.

The plug kept surging forth within her, until it eventually settled, having forced Kyle so deep he threatened to reach a curve in her tubing.

The environment was sweltering this far inside of her, her radiating heat scorching Kyle to the touch. The musky, unmistakable scent of her ass’s natural lubricant surrounded him, making the already limited, stale air even harsher to breath. Her heartbeat was now deafening, the thumping akin to a war drum.

Without warning, Kyle felt his entire world shift dramatically, bouncing him and the entirety of Cynthia’s plumbing up and down repeatedly, making the already indiscernible sense of direction even more skewed as he rolled around within the steaming embrace of Cynthia’s rectum.

Eventually things settled, but they felt… upside down. Kyle wondered what was going on out there, but that question was answered quite fast…

-

Cynthia fell onto her bed with a smile, excited for what’s to come. She laid back, pulling her hair to the side as she spread her legs, fighting the intense pulsating twitches her body had succumbed to thanks to her tiny prisoner.

*SMACK*

She giggled, as she laid a light smack on her stomach, feeling the tickle inside of her intensify in reaction.

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

“Keep squirming in there, it feels fucking incredible…” she cooed, not expecting her captive to really hear her. She bit her lip as she settled further onto the bed, shimmying into the position she felt would be best for her intentions, letting out a satisfied “hmph” once she was sure she was comfortable.

She reached to her side, grabbing an intimidatingly large, pink object, as she lowered it down to her dripping lower lips, circling the outside gently. She let out a slight moan, the combined sensations of the light touch of the toy as well as the intense sensation inside of her ass were lighting her neurons on fire, begging her to take in more. She listened to her inner voice, screaming at her to take it inside. With a gentle push, she began to force the toy inside of her love tunnel, struggling to keep still as her folds gave way and the toy sank inside.

“Fuck… shit…” she gasped, her legs kicking involuntarily as the two sensations grew closer in proximity. Within moments, she bottomed out, feeling the toy hit her cervix. She smiled, then began to pull it out, feeling the same impossible to fight kicks and squirms as she almost pulled it out all the way… then pushed it right back in. She began to repeat the process, growing in speed as she well and truly started to fuck herself with the oversized dildo…

-

Kyle’s world quickly grew to a state of hectic frenzy, as the unmistakable bulge pushing against him from the other side of the lining reminded him of the dark familiarity of his last time in Cynthia’s plumbing; only this time, it didn’t feel like the intentional, delicate touch of Cynthia’s fingers. This time, it was something… bigger… harder…

He didn’t have time to ponder what was happening, as he was quickly ran over by the outstretched wall slammed into him. He coughed as her secretions splashed into him, the force contorting him into an uncomfortable position as he was flattened between the sturdy muscle and flesh.

This rhythmic beating continued, causing Kyle to get tossed around in the darkness as he was repeatedly beaten down by the pounding motions of the foreign object.

“CYNTHIA… FUCKING… STOP!” he screamed out between each flattening of his body, knowing in all truth it was to an ignorant audience. Even if she could hear him, he doubted his well-being was her priority, as he could make out the faint growing sound of a woman in heat, as well as her rapidly increasing heartbeat…

-

“HOLY SHIT!” Cynthia gasped, plunging the dildo into her depths with ferocity, desperate to scratch the sexual itch that’d taken over her entire body. Every stroke was like lightning, and she couldn’t get enough. She felt her vaginal tunnel struggle to hold itself together due to the combination of sheer speed, as well as the size of the oversized dildo currently filling her entirety.

“K… KYLE…” she moaned, unable to contain herself as her body took over. “SQUIRM YOU LITTLE FUCKER OR I’LL… I’LL CRUSH YOU!”

She frantically pounded the pink tool into herself, panting and groaning as her arm struggled to keep up with her desires…

-

Kyle heard her demand, and reluctantly followed her instructions. He may be durable, but he fully believed Cynthia would follow through on her threat if he didn’t do as she said. He began to thrash around inside of her, feeling the walls pulse and throb in reaction to the microscopic movements.

As he kept up this act, he began to notice a rapid increase in the intensity of the reaction, barely having to move to elicit the seismic response…

-

“FUCK… OH FUCK… I’M GONNA… I’M GONNA…” Cynthia screamed, covering her mouth with her other hand as she fucked herself so hard her hand may as well have been a blur. She felt her lips go raw, struggling to keep accommodating the dildo as it slipped in and out of her slick hole.

“MMMPH!” Cynthia choked, biting her hand so hard she drew blood as she let out a primal screech, losing complete control over her body as an orgasm unlike any other struck her like a speeding train. Her legs kicked and bounced off of the bed as her lower half was so stimulated it almost looped back to no sensation, her hand involuntarily seizing and twitching as she lost her grip on the dildo. It slid out of her with a slick motion, falling onto the bed as it dripped with her juices.

She felt tears drip down her face, the adrenaline that overtook her body slowly fading away and giving way to sheer exhaustion. She laid still on the bed, the occasional twitch radiating through her. She was in heaven, her body overtaken by pure bliss.

Her eyes began to close, basking in the flood of pleasure, almost falling asleep, if it weren’t for the persistent tickle inside of her ass reminding her of her responsibility.

She lifted her phone off of the nightstand, checking the timer.

“Four minutes left… he can wait…” she yawned, smiling as she slid a hand back down to her nethers and began to stimulate her clit, riding out the high of her orgasm…

-

Kyle groaned, his body bruised and battered by the relentless assault of the mystery object. His breathing was ragged, as the limited air within the space was quickly replaced with a saturation of carbon dioxide, making each moment a fight to stay conscious. During Cynthia’s orgasm, the space had completely constricted him, threatening to pop him like a grape. Thankfully, it had slowly subsided just before the lack of breathing room took him down, but he still remained trapped within her, a victim of her residual pleasure.

He wondered when he’d be allowed out… if he even would be. Cynthia’s heartbeat had grown slow, a worrying sign for someone trapped with a literal wall of metal blocking the way out in a space with dwindling oxygen…

-

Cynthia sighed, her muscles shot as she struggled to sit up. “Yeah yeah…” she groaned as the timer rang out within the room, her hand lazily slapping on the screen until it shut off.

“Guess I’ll take him out…” she grumbled, leaning forward and reaching for the metal base of the plug wedged into her sphincter.

She fidgeted around, until she found the protrusion, and began to pull it out…

-

Kyle gasped, a rush of air flooding into the anal cavity as the plug was rapidly removed with a slick pop, leaving Kyle still trapped within her, but with far more room to breathe and move around in the now relaxed muscle. 

Within moments, a source of light began to emit from the exit, and Kyle looked towards it to see a pair of fingers prying their way inside. Before he could even flinch, they grabbed him between them, before dragging him out into the chilling cold of the open air…

-

Cynthia yawned. “God, that really took it out of me. And probably you… ew… slimy…" she cringed as she quickly wiped Kyle against her bed-sheets, threatening to rip his skin right off as she carelessly dragged his body against the cloth.

“You know Kyle…” she grinned, looking down at the trembling man within her palm.

“Back when I did that to you the first time… I was a little guilty. I mean, I only intended to put you in my crack, but then you… you know, flew up there. I was gonna get you out, but it felt so good I couldn’t help myself…” she explained.

"When I handed you off to the teacher, well… I was genuinely worried for you. I felt like we'd gone too far, like we'd really done some damage. We probably did…" she trailed off, her voice showing no remorse.

“But ever since then… well, I realized something… this is what you were made for. You exist for our pleasure. Why should I feel guilty when I’m just helping you find your purpose?” she smiled, her eyes bordering on psychopathic levels of intensity as they bore down on Kyle.

*HIC*

"Sorry, I'm a little drunk…" she grumbled.

“Anyway, I initially wondered if I’d ever get this chance again. I thought, if not you, then someone else with your condition would surely come along… but that never happened. Then… you came to this college too. I found out my sophomore year when I saw you walking down the hall. I just didn’t know how to go about getting a hold of you…” she elaborated.

“Then Luke came along… now, I won’t lie… I do love him. He’s such a sweetheart. But, he was also an opportunity, an opportunity to get to you, Kyle.” she said with a tone of calculated menace.

“So, that’s how we got here. Now, I got what I wanted. Like always…” she said with a falsely sweet smile. “It’s a shame I have to pass you off…”

Suddenly, a knock rang out in the room, emanating from the door.

“Yeah?!” Cynthia yelled, blasting Kyle’s eardrums.

“C’mon, I heard your timer go off! Your turn is up!” Victoria’s voice commanded from the other side of the room.

“Ugh… coming!” Cynthia groaned. “Guess we’ll have to catch up later. Oh, also, Kyle… just to reiterate… I’m sure you know what happens when you tell Luke what we’ve done… right?” she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Kyle.

She rolled her eyes as he stared in fear. “Always the silent observer. Well… let me just explain. I looked up the ways you guys can die since… I don’t know, I was interested, and I wanted to be able to push you to your limit without risking breaking my favorite toy. Interestingly enough, a few hours of no oxygen, an hour of drowning, dissolving in acid… the funny thing is, there’s a place you can go that takes care of all of that!”

Kyle gulped. He knew what she was talking about, but for good measure, Cynthia began to lift him above her head, dangling him by his shirt.

“NO!” he begged, dangling from her fingers as she opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out with a dramatic, “AH.” A warm, humid gust of alcohol-scented breath blew towards him, making him shield his eyes in response.

She let him dangle for a second more, and then… dropped him.

Kyle screamed in fear, flailing in the air as her mouth rapidly approached. Just as he was about to hit her tongue and bounce down her throat, he felt his body get enveloped by the warm flesh of her hand as it caught him just before landing.

“Remember that whenever you think of tattling.” Cynthia laughed, dropping Kyle on the bed as she hopped out of it and began throwing her clothes back on.

Kyle shuddered. It’s not like he hadn’t been in a mouth before, hell, more than once. Victoria wasn’t even the most recent person to do that. But with Cynthia, he knew the threat was real. She would kill him without a second thought.

“Alright, let’s go…” Cynthia demanded, as she hastily snatched Kyle off the bed and walked out of her room. 

Victoria awaited Cynthia, and when she came into view, she let out a judgemental pout, tapping her wrist to signal to Cynthia that she was taking too long.

“I get it. Don’t get your panties in a twist…” Cynthia said disdainfully as she walked down the hallway, then down the stairs.

“Well you’re holding up my turn!” Victoria groaned, following Cynthia.

“Who said you’d be next? It could be Heather…” Cynthia replied with a smug smile.

“Regardless, you yourself said we only have so much time before your boyfriend comes back… and besides, my idea is… time sensitive…” Victoria responded, trailing off as she got a notification on her phone.

“Oh, consider me curious…” Cynthia raised an eyebrow, wondering what Victoria was planning.

As the two made it back to the living room, Sydney and Kayla broke their conversation, and Heather stood up, trying to maintain her balance as the alcohol began to hit her a little.

“How’s he doing?” she asked, nervously clasping her hands together.

“Ugh, he’s fine, Heather.” Cynthia snapped, lazily flopping down to her seat on the floor, still holding Kyle in her closed hand.

“Can I see him?” Heather pushed further.

“Can I see him?” Cynthia mocked with a sarcastic tone. “No. You can look at him all you want if your turn is next. Speaking of, Syd, get ready to spin the bottle, I’ll pour the shots again.”

“Got it.” Sydney drunkenly replied, clasping a hand on the bottle.

"You're such a lightweight Sydney…" Kayla sighed, watching her friend rock back and forth as she struggled to stay upright.

"Shut up! Sorry I'm all skin and bone, I don't have all your meat…" Sydney growled, sticking her tongue out.

"You calling me fat?" Kayla asked, beginning to lift her fist.

"Girls, stop it. This is why I hate when you two get drunk, you're so bitchy. Just get ready to spin the bottle, Sydney…" Cynthia ordered, not caring for the drama.

Heather looked longingly at Cynthia’s hand, wondering what state Kyle was in.

Cynthia finished pouring the shots, setting the nearly empty bottle back down and grinning.

"Jeez, we're gonna need another bottle soon…" she laughed.

“Alright, spin it in three… two… one… shots!” she ordered, as all the girls drank while the bottle spun. Heather sighed, then threw hers back too.

Spin…

Spin…

Spin…