You lean over in front of the mirror, admiring at the way your skimpy, red thong bikini bottom highlights your ass cheeks. It’s your first time wearing something so daring in public, and you can’t wait for everyone at the hot tub party to see your big ass on full display.
Satisfied that you look hot as hell, you pull on a thin, white T-shirt and cut-off denim shorts that show off the bottoms of your cheeks.
You don’t know the party hosts very well, but you know it’s going to be a *hot* hot tub party, that’s for sure.
But to your surprise, when you arrive at the party house, there’s only one other car there.
Who invited you, again? It’s oddly fuzzy, now that you try to remember.
But the front door is already opening, and a shockingly handsome man stands in the frame, complete with toned arms and chiseled abs.
He leers at you as you walk inside, and a slow, evil smirk spreads across his face as he shuts the door behind you.
“You picked a good one,” he says to a second man, leaning in the shadows.