The Bitches in the Basement

The parties that went on at 69 Brentwood Street were legendary. When Luke Prescott received the invitation email by Blackberry during his final year at NYU, he had high expectations. The house was a three-storey brownstone on the Upper East Side, and was being rented by three of the hottest girls in university. Kendra, Lacey and Chloe were commonly referred to around campus as 'The Babes on Brentwood.' He had seen them making the social rounds, as everyone else had, but Luke been too intimidated to ever talk to them on his own. Although tall, athletic and attractive in a preppy way, he had always been more of an academic than a party animal. In fact, he initially suspected that it was his surname that had gotten him the original party invitation.

That year, his father had run for senator, and coming from a very wealthy, politically influential family, the Prescott name had been in the newspapers on a regular basis. Either way, he was not going to pass up an opportunity to socialize with the society types that his father was always encouraging him to get involved with. The membership to the country club, the keys to a brand new Land Rover and the pressure to complete his political science doctorate had already begun to successfully steer Luke in the direction his family preferred.

"Meet a beautiful, sophisticated woman," his father, Elliot Prescott, had urged him. "One with class, and from good breeding, that you can trust to stand by your side. If you're going to run for political office one day, then you can't afford mistakes when it comes to your social life."

Luke often rolled his eyes at the implied pressure of his father's words. Yet when he met Kendra Mercer at the party on Brentwood, he couldn't help but wonder if she'd been conjured directly from his father's imagination. Kendra was an art history major, and her family was well connected in New York. She was tall, and waspy with model looks and classic socialite charm. She spotted him immediately and made all the efforts to show she was more than interested in getting to know him better. It had almost been too easy. From that night on, they were together and for the first few years it was impossible for Luke to take his mind or his eyes off of her. Her champagne blonde ponytail would swing behind her as he admired her lithe frame in her tennis whites. She had a gorgeous ass, long legs, and a face like a porcelain doll. Plus she had the kind of upbringing that ensured that she knew how to play the game perfectly. Of course his family was quickly impressed with Kendra and they had urged him into the engagement, probably a little sooner than he would have preferred.

While Kendra effortlessly exuded the image of carefully crafted perfection in public, she also developed a bit of attitude behind the scenes. It was clear that she was well aware of her worth. Shortly after he'd put the 4 carat Harry Winston on her finger, she became more demanding and easily frustrated by his preference to spend weekends relaxing at home rather than working the New York social scene.

"You're making us a boring couple," she would whine. "We should be networking, and meeting the right people and staying on page six," she said, referring to the society pages.

She would look forlornly towards her roommates, Lacey and Chloe who had spent the last three hours getting their hair and make up done and squeezing themselves into their Herve Leger bandage dresses. Kendra had an unmistakably resentful expression.

"Hey... feel free to go hang with them," Luke said. "I think that the babes on Brentwood should have a night out together, anyway."

In truth, all Luke really wanted to do was go home, and maybe watch some dirty porn and fall asleep. He was exhausted from interning at his father's campaign office and had no desire to play social games in some trendy nightspot while engaging in mindless conversation with strangers. He also knew that Kendra thrived and was in her element on that scene, and so he anticipated the usual blow up.

Right on cue, Kendra scowled.

"But I want to be with you."

He pulled her against him and kissed her pretty, pouty lips. "Then stay home with me. We can have some fun tonight."

His hand began to slide slowly up her thigh, and she quickly rolled her eyes and pulled away. Fuck this, he thought. He was engaged to a girl that looked like a Victoria's Secret supermodel but who found sex messy and unless she was in precisely the right mood, mostly unnecessary, especially now that she had that diamond sparkler on her left hand.

"You're always obsessed with sex," she said to him, the way she always did by turning things around and making him sound like some kind of pervert fiend.

"Well, it's kind of what people do when they're in a relationship, isn't it?"

He almost said married, but cringed inwardly at the looming fear that once the deed was signed, Kendra would morph into an asexual socialite wife just like all his friends had warned him.

"I just need a little romance sometimes," she reasoned, standing up and running her hands through her long silken blond locks as though preening in front of an imaginary mirror. "You know, it's not just about grabbing my leg and ripping my clothes off and expecting me to be hot and heavy and ready to go. You know you really could be a bit more attentive that way. Maybe light some candles and put on some music and you know... romance me a bit."

He sighed.

"Tell you what," she said, her eyes lighting up. "I'll go out with the girls tonight, but tomorrow night I'm all yours. Maybe you can surprise me with a hot little seduction scene."

"Right."

She leaned in to kiss him softly, but it was still undeniably dismissive. He waited for a while, watching her obvious enthusiasm at getting ready for a night out with her sorority sisters. Has she ever been that enthusiastic about me? he wondered.

Begrudgingly, he grabbed his car keeps and headed outside. The heavy August humidity hung in the air and he was just opening the door to his Land Rover when he saw her. One of the girls that lived in the basement apartment of the house on Brentwood, or as Kendra often referred to them as, 'the bitches in the basement.'

"Hi Luke," Cady drawled as she lugged the trashcan out to the curb, with her trademark sarcastic grin that always seemed to come across as slightly flirtatious. Or maybe that was just the way he had always preferred to see it.

Cady was one of those girls that can only be described as painfully hot; the kind that screamed sex even at first glance. Her body was voluptuously curvy with full breasts and a round ass and an impossibly tiny waist. She had long chocolate brown hair and bright green eyes and a pretty face. She was just imperfect enough though to make her the ideal object of lust. The kind of girl that made you just want to grab those fleshy hips, bend her over at the waist and fuck her senseless. It was obvious that she would not be the type to make a fuss about messing her hair up or feeling objectified or degraded by a carnal libido. Cady always gave the distinct impression that she was up for anything. Because of that, she had starred in many of Luke's masturbatory fantasies over the years.

He made a move to help her with the trashcan but then he had second thoughts and paused. There was something delicious about watching Cady's body trying to maneuver the awkward object, her ass straining against the impossibly tight pink gym shorts. She wore a cropped white tank top and his cock began to stir as he realized she wasn't wearing a bra.

"It's fucking hot out tonight, isn't it?" she grinned as she moved past him. He watched her until she was at the end of the driveway. As she leaned over to tie the garbage bag, he caught a glimpse of the sexy tattoo on her lower back. He could almost hear Kendra's voice in his ears. "How tacky," his fiancée had said more than once. "Tramp stamps are for sluts."

Luke had never dated girls like Cady in school, but he had certainly fantasized about them often. There was something free and confident about her sexuality. There were no strategies or hidden motives behind her demeanor. Girls like Cady made no pretences about it; they just liked to fuck.

"So what are you up to tonight?" she drawled on her way back up the driveway, sashaying towards Luke. She didn't seem self conscious at all about the way her tits jiggled and hung heavy beneath the thin white cotton tank top. Her nipples were hard and jutted out clearly and Luke opened the car door to partially hide his growing erection.

"Just heading home. It's been a long day."

"No big plans tonight with Princess Kendra?" she asked with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was undeniably flirty and Luke fought to try to keep his dirty thoughts in check.

"Uh, no... Kendra's going out with the girls."

"Oooh, the babes on Brentwood are doing their society thing, of course. Sounds super fun." And then she laughed. "I mean come on, let's be real, Luke. That whole scene is boring as fuck!"

He laughed with her, but he kept one eye on the upstairs window to Kendra's bedroom, hoping she wouldn't look outside and notice he was still there talking to Cady, whom she always seemed to have open disdain for.

"Maybe you should come hang with us tonight," Cady said with a wink. "Rayne just picked up some amazing weed. We're going to roll a few joints, chill out, maybe get a little naked... You should join us."

His cock was rock hard, but he laughed dismissively. "Nice. You know you really shouldn't tease me like that."

"Who said I was teasing?" she asked innocently, her green eyes sparkling mischievously.

There was a heavy silence between them, as Luke's mind went into overdrive. Not that he could ever do anything about it. But just the idea of the invitation seemed to stall all sense of logic in him. Fuck!

"Thanks for the offer... but...I'd better say goodnight, before I get myself into trouble here," he conceded reluctantly, even though it pained him (and his dick) to do so.

Cady was ridiculously hot, and even if she was only half-serious about the implications of the offer, surely hanging out with her and Rayne would be an experience in itself. It was far preferable to the night of porn and stale pizza that awaited him at home. But, he had a fiancé. And Kendra would surely cut off his balls if she ever found out. The bitches in the basement were off limits in every way. Even in terms of benign socializing.

As he pulled away from the driveway and watched Cady wave goodbye, he silently cursed his situation. He had never had that crazy of a social life in University, and certainly had never attracted any girls like Cady. He had spent his time studying and getting the grades, and chasing the beautiful willowy socialites like Kendra Mercer. The ones that liked to 'make love ' by candlelight and got orgasmic while shopping at Tiffany's. Girls like Cady were different. They wanted to fuck, and get off just as much as a guy did. And the idea of it began to torture Luke. He went home and put on the nastiest and dirtiest porn he could find, but he barely looked at the screen. The thoughts of Cady's swinging breasts and luscious ass was enough to coax the cum from his cock several times that night.

The weeks that passed were mostly uneventful for Luke. Kendra seemed possessed by the manic frenzy of arranging their engagement party and all the details about their upcoming nuptials. She was on her Blackberry all the time. And when that little beeping started, signaling a new message, she lost complete focus of whatever she was doing until she could check her messages.

That night, they were lying in bed, with her legs clasped around his waist while he thrust his cock inside her. He was kissing along her long neck, feeling her perfect breasts pushing against chest, her hands pressing into his back. She was on the verge of orgasm, and then suddenly... 'beep beep,' her Blackberry went off. He could actually feel her entire body shut down as she glanced at it forlornly on the nightstand table.

"That could be the caterers for tomorrow," she whispered, her blue eyes wide.

"It can wait," he murmured, feeling his cock begin to pulse. They had been so close...

"You're right, baby, you're right... it can wait."

But it was clear she was on a mission to get things over with. A few minutes later, he felt her body convulse in an over-dramatized way, signaling the fake orgasm that she used on occasion when she wanted to speed things along. That pretty much killed the mood for him. Luke closed his eyes, distancing himself from the beautiful blonde laying on the crisp white Frette sheets beneath him and thought of the girl just a few floors down from them.

He imagined Cady laying there on her back, her tanned legs spread wide and up in the air, her pussy glistening wet, her head thrown back. Those big soft breasts were jiggling with every movement of her hand as she finger fucked her ass, sliding two fingers in and out as she looked at him lustily with those big green eyes. "Come fuck my ass, Luke... you know you want it. I want you to fill my slutty little ass with hot sticky cum and then make me suck it off your big hard cock. Yeah baby, keep fucking me... just like that... "

Ughhh.... Luke groaned and emptied his load into Kendra's pussy, keeping his eyes closed, not wanting to let go of the filthy image in his mind of the hot little brunette. And why should he? Moments later, his fiancée was sliding out from underneath him and reaching for that that damned Blackberry. She fumbled with it in the dark. He heard her shriek something about catering and them wanting to substitute the lobster for something else at the last minute and suddenly he was left alone in the dark as Kendra went to make phone calls in the other room. He could hear her condescending tone rising as she argued with whatever hapless service person was on the other end of the line. He wasn't concerned at all about the arrangements of the engagement party. He was more interested in the idea of what Cady might be doing at that moment.

The following evening, Luke tried to enjoy the engagement party. All of their friends and society types were there. The house was packed and crowded and the Babes on Brentwood were in top form, laughing and drinking champagne and talking about the wedding plans.

"We're having the Kobe beef flown in from Montreal," he overheard Kendra bragging to someone, "it's the absolute best. After you try it you just won't be able to imagine eating local ever again."

Luke talked amiably with people about their honeymoon plans in Bora Bora and about the estate home that his father had pushed him into making an offer on. "Kendra and I will be moving in after the wedding next month. We're so excited," he overheard himself saying as though he was reading a script.

While the party was everything he'd expected it to be, he couldn't help but feel distinctly bored. When he heard the heavy bass beats coming from below, his mind began to wander. He lingered in the hallway, straining his ears. The dark pulsing house music was in such sharp contrast to the bright airy feel of the engagement party. And within an hour, it began to drown out the John Mayer and Michael Buble tracks that Kendra was spinning. She finally cornered him and grabbed Luke by the elbow.

"What the hell is going on down there," she hissed. "The bitches in the basement are ruining my party. I've even heard some of the guests complaining. Luke, you need to go down there and tell them to shut the damned music off. They knew we were having this party tonight. Obviously they're doing it just to spite me!"

He didn't want to mention the obvious... that it was a Saturday night and clearly there were other things going on in New York, other than their engagement party, but he thought better of it. Kendra was clearly frazzled and on the edge and he looked up into her beautiful blue eyes and squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Don't worry babe, I'll take care of it."

The reality was that the distraction couldn't have come at a better time. Luke felt a rush of guilt for being secretly excited about the task at hand, but he was endlessly curious about what they were doing down there. As a peace offering, he grabbed a bottle of Grey Goose vodka from the bar and slipped outside. He moved across the walkway and went down the short flight of stairs to the basement entrance. He could hear the music blaring loudly and it sounded primal and urgent, making his pulse race even before the door flung wide open without any hesitation.

Cady stood there and a smile spread across her pretty face. She looked as hot as she had the last time he had seen her, dressed in tight low-rise purple shorts and a shrunken white t-shirt. Again, she was braless and her breasts jiggled obviously as she laughed to see him standing there in his crisp dark suit in the dim stairway lighting.

"Oh... my... god, she said pausing for dramatic effect. "Well, look what do we have here."

"Hey," he said awkwardly. "Listen the noise is a getting a little crazy upstairs and we're kind of in the middle of an engagement party and..."

"Come in, come in," she cried, grabbing hold of his forearm. She dragged him inside without much protest. He'd never been down there before and he had been hoping she might insist on inviting him in for a minute or two.

He walked behind her down the hallway and into their living room. It was dark and the skunk smell of weed was immediately obvious. The living room was clearly styled for comfort with two old sofas and an oversized plush red chair. There were abstract paintings on the wall, and a general vibe of disarray that seemed in sharp contrast to the pristine white and cream professionally designed interiors of the upper floors that Kendra and her friends inhabited.

Her roommate, Rayne, and a girl that Luke didn't recognize were lounging there and they both looked up and smiled.

"Ooh, Cady, you brought us a hot guy. Just what we ordered!" Rayne laughed.

Cady's roommate had long black hair and pale skin with bright seductive blue eyes. Her body was slender, and almost feline with small perky breasts. Although she was seated cross legged on the floor, Luke also knew that she had one of the finest asses he'd ever laid eyes on. It was sculpted and perfectly heart shaped and Luke's eyes had been drawn to it often over the years as he'd catch a glimpse of her on occasion in those impossibly tight jeans and long boots she liked to wear. She'd always seemed a little more aloof than Cady, but that night she was clearly in a friendly mood. Most likely it was on account of the joint she was smoking. She leaned back against the side of the sofa with a heavy lidded gaze.

"Looks like you brought us a present too," she said with a long exhale of smoke.

"Oh yeah," he said awkwardly, handing the bottle of Grey Goose to Cady, who squealed.

"How perfectly posh of you," she giggled, adding it to the mess of liquors and cups on the counter. "You know that you obviously have to stay and have a drink with us."

"Uhm, actually I probably shouldn't," he said unconvincingly. "I mean technically I have my engagement party going on upstairs right now and..."

Cady boldly grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her. She put her hands on her hips and he couldn't help but glance down at her crystal belly button ring and her tanned flat belly. His eyes then moved back upward over that braless display of cleavage and to her pretty animated face that was arranged in a mock expression of frustration.

"You're not getting away from us this time, Luke Prescott," she said with a wink.

He laughed awkwardly. "Well, ok, maybe one drink."

She turned to the bar that they had set up, and he caught a glimpse of her ass in those short shorts. He looked away quickly, realizing he was on the verge of an embarrassing erection.