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Mardi Gras

The rain is beating down fiercely. Sheets of water are sliding down the window panes, while thunder and rain can't stop the festivities of Mardi Gras. The college kids and tourists wait all year to let their pent up frustrations loose, and drown their stress in alcohol and stupidity. Next week they will remember very little of their escapades, they will have been too drunken to recall that they were in New Orleans at all. The cheap, plastic yellow, green and purple beads will dimly remind them though.
Everyone is holed up in an old hall. The windows are rattling from the force of the rain, but this can not be heard over the music playing. The lightning is unnoticable as well, because of the flames roaring in the stone fireplaces, and the lights hanging from the high ceilings. The fine wood floors are covered in broken beads and litter. A layer of beer and sweat seems to cover everything.
A girl with flaming red hair is dressed as a black cat. Little pointed ears poke through her curls, and whiskers are drawn on near her green eyes from her pink painted nose. Her smile stretches lazily across her face, almost feline itself. She entwines her fingers in the bone shaped beaded necklace around her neck, thinking. Her black boots click across the wooden floor and her tail swishes as she walks. Her fingers are loosened from her necklace as she reaches out and grabs a devil.
She pulls him closer to her, kissing him passionately. His eyes get larger momentarily, the close. He wraps his red arms around her and shoves his tongue in her mouth. She can taste the cheap alcohol on his breath. Instead of pulling away, she holds him closer. She releases herself from his kiss and whispers into his ear. She turns and spins around as he closely follows her into another room.
It's a dimly lit bedchamber. Tapestries of greens and blue line the walls, and candles of the same color flicker in the corners of the room. A huge oaken canopy bed is on the opposite wall. She stalks over to it quickly, pulling him down on top of herself. She can feel his hips digging into hers and she just smiles. He quickly reaches down and begins fumbling with her costume, practically ripping it off of her. His lips leave hers, trailing down her neck and to her nipples. He takes each one in his mouth, in turn, running his tongue around it, savoring it. Then he bites her. Her back arches as he bites her brown nipple harder, and she clenches her teeth to keep from crying out. The devil releases it, and begins pulling off his clothes. She grabs his hands and he tries to take his mask off, shaking her head gently. He shrugs and strips, save the mask.
Her eyes quickly appraise his muscular body, noting the tattoo on his chest. It's a jokers card. He kneels above her smiling down at her. The he plunges himself deep inside of her. She cries out, grabbing his shoulders half in surprise, and half in pain. He begins thrusting at her and she begins moaning, and clinging to him. Her hips rise to meet his, but he just shoves her back down. He bangs away at her, seemingly along with the unheard rain, or perhaps the music that can be half heard from the other rooms. She lies on the emerald sheets staring at the Jokers card as it moves closer and further away. Her eyes blur, and it seems as demonic as the mask he wears.
A drunken figure stumbles into the room looking for someplace to sit down, or maybe some where to vomit and begin drinking again. The figure is dressed like a mock zebra. It's eyes take a few moments to focus, and its about to stumble out again, but she raises her finger motioning to wait and smiles over the shoulder of the man banging away at her.
The devils face is a mask, unmoving, but its eyes clench shut and he groans loudly as he thrusts harder and slowly cums in her. He collapses on top of her for a moment, reeking of sweat and Budweiser. He kneels above her, discarding the condom on the floor. The devil quickly pulls on his blue jeans and red silk shirt. He fumbles around the wooden floor near his shoes and finds a beaded necklace. He pulls it over her red curls, and walks from the room.
The man dressed as a zebra stands in the corner, drunken and unsure of the situtation. She smiles and stands up. The candle light cascades across her breasts and makes her navel ring shimmer. He feels himself growing hard, despite all the alcohol he has drank. She reaches down and runs her hand over the growing bulge in his black dress pants. She whispers in his ear, her white teeth flashing in the light. He half protests as she drags him to the bed. She pulls down his pants and he doesn't protest any longer. Her bright red lips wrap around his cock sucking hard and licking the balls, trying to get him fully erect. It takes a few moments of coaxing but he rises to the occasion and she straddles his cock. His head rolls back as he moans. His eyes close and he lays upon the pillow drinking in the sensations as she slowly rises and plunges herself down on him. He can feel her warm breath on his neck and her breasts on his chest. He is trying very hard to hold on.
Her hands twine around his left hand. Her hands seem tiny compared to his. She holds it delicately as she begins to lick his fingers. Her lips slide around it down to his wedding band, sucking it as though it where a cock. He can't control it and he feels himself spurting moments later, his graying head rolling back. He lies on the bed as she pulls herself off of him carefully. His breating begins to steady as she rummages through the pile of clothes on the floor and drops another necklace over her head, to join the others. This one is purple with tiny wine glasses.
She grabs another man near the door. He is merely wearing a feathered mask on his tan face. He flashes a smile at her and follows her into the room. She runs her fingers through his blonde hair and pulls his denim shirt off, caressing the side of his face and shoulders. He quickly sheds his jeans and plaid boxers. He pulls her closer to himself, kissing her. His fingers run through her red hair as he kisses down her body. It is covered in sweat by this point. He kisses her navel ring, licking around it in circles. He moves down in between her legs, kissing her gently. He begins licking her. She laughs, grabbing his hair, and pulling him back up. He shoves himself into an upright position between her legs. He pulls up on her hips, trying to pull her onto his thick cock, and feels himself cum from excitement before he enters her. He swears and pushes her off of him, disgusted.
By the end of the night she is covered in beaded necklaces of all sorts, and the floor is littered in used condoms and plastic cups from beer. She smiles as she looks at the melted candles. She knows that her sorority sisters will never believe her when she goes back to class.