Unwrapped

~Taylor~

Jessie came back from outside, and began pushing me to the bunks.
"What?"
"Got to get you all dolled up." He answered still pushing,
"I don't have any girl clothes." I whispered, mindful of Jinxx still on the couch with Andy,
'I did!"
"God damn it."
One hour later I was pulled out of the bunks dressed in the worst thing I could ever think of.
A tight, short black dress that barley covered my ass if I stood exactly upright. High heels that made me feel like I was going to fall over, extensions so my hair looked long and flowing, my make up made me feel like my face was going to fall off, and I had enough jewelry to fashion a model company.
"Damn it Jessie! You know I hate this girly crap1"
"Holy shit." I looked over to see Jinxx and Andy on the couch,
"Guys, back me up."
"No thanks."
'Great tits." I glared at Jinxx, "So... you're a girl."
'Yep. But don't tell anyone."
"Who wants to party!?" Jesse yelled pulling me off the bus, Jinxx and Andy jumped up to follow us,
"I hate you."
"Love you too baby girl."

~CC~

I looked up from the bar where Ashley was getting smashed, and Jake was flirting up a storm, to see Jesse, Andy, Jinxx, and some incredibly gorgeous girl. After thirty seconds I realized said girl was Taylor, and she had the perfect body. Big, perky D tits, curved hips and waist that made me want to whistle, I was about to at least, but Ashley did it for me, walking over to Taylor,
'Hey sweetheart." He slurred, Taylor leaned over to whisper something at Andy, who then pushed Ashley away,
"Not your type bro."
"Yeah, I don't think any girl is." at this I looked up and asked what he meant.
"Well, I keep thinking things about Taylor. Like things I normally think about girls. And worst is, she's the only girl I've even wanted to sleep with remotely since we got here." he said, pointing to Taylor.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
Taylor sat next to us,
"Jack-n-coke please." She said politely,
"ID please." She passed him a card, he swiped it, ad handed it back.
"I thought you were nineteen." I said, confused,
"I am." The bartender came back and handed her the drink, "Thanks." she swigged it, finishing it quickly, "two more please."

~Ashley~

I looked at the cute girl sitting next to me,
"What's your name sweet heart?" I slurred, alcohol clouding my mind,
"I'm Ta- Tonya."
"Well, hello Tonya." Andy started laughing, CC joined in.
"You want to ditch this place?" she finished her second Jack-n-coke before answering,
"Sorry Purdy boy, I don't do one night stands, and you are drunk."
'T!" Jesse shouted, running up next to the girl,
"Yeah?"
"karaoke."
"Um... no."
"Please? I know you love to sing." "Ta-"
"Tonya, you should sing." Andy said loudly, before him, CC, Jinxx, and Jesse started chanting,
"T! T! T! T! T!"
"Fine. Just shut the fuck up." She said, storming angrily to the karaoke bar.
"Let's start this! And the song started,


Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Boy I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

(Look) I'm betting you like people
And I'm betting you love freak mode
And I'm betting you like girls that give love to girls
And stroke your little ego
I bet you I'm guilty your honor
That's just how we live in my genre
Who in the hell done paved the road wider?
There's only one flo, and one rida
I'm a damn shame
Order more champagne, pull a damn hamstring
Tryna put it on ya
Bet your lips spin back around corner
Slow it down baby take a little longer

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Boy I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby

It's like everywhere I go
My whistle ready to blow
Shawty don't leave a note
He can get any by the low
Told me he's not a pro
It's okay, it's under control
Show me soprano, 'cause boy you can handle
Baby we start snagging, you come up in part clothes
Boy I'm losing wing, my Bugatti the same road
Show me your perfect pitch, you got it my banjo
Talented with your lips, like you blew out a candle
So amusing, now you can make a whistle with the music
Hope you ain't got no issue, you can do it
Give me the perfect pitch, ya never lose it

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Boy I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby

Go boy you can twerk it
Let me see you whistle while you work it
I'mma lay it back, don't stop it
'Cause I love it how you drop it, drop it, drop it on me
Now, shawty let that whistle blow-oh, oh oh
Yeah, baby let that whistle blow-oh oh!

Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Boy I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go

Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whi-whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby,
Whistle baby, whistle baby"

When she came back she finished her third, fourth, and fith drink. twenty minutes later she was drunk off her ass.
'Come on baby, you've had enough." Jesse said, she stumbled and Andy picked her up.
'Let's go. God she's light."

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