Here's going nothing, hope y'all like my first actual shot.
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“So, ever been to a Heaven and Hell party?”
Sandra had to admit she hadn’t. At 20 she’d barely been to anything beyond a birthday party (although one of those…)
“No can’t say I have,” she said as contagiously as she could.
“Take it easy,” Grace said. It’s just a frat party. And you look great.
Grace was wearing an angel outfit composed of a white dress, stockings, and heels with a pair of wings on her back for flair. Sandra didn’t feel nearly as confident in her boring devil suit of a red dress shirt, black slacks, and red converse that she just had laying around. But she promised she’d come and this was what college was supposed to be about…
They approached the three story house and Grace rang the doorbell. An attractive (if you asked Sandra) but slightly drunk boy answered the door. He was wearing a three piece brown suit and some of the loudest pink socks Sandra had ever seen. For some reason she kind of liked looking at them…
“Evenin’ ladies! Welcome to purgatory.” the boy said. “Anything you need is here. No shoes or socks upstairs and no music without guitars downstairs!” The boy turned to Sandra with a smirk, “and you’ll know what we mean by guitars.”
“I think you can see what I’m looking for,” Grace said theatrically shaking out her hair to make a statement. Or something.
“Alright go on up, remember no shoes or socks up there.”
Grace gave a pointed look at Sandra’s Cons that she more or less lived in. Time for them to go, along with her socks. Sandra didn’t like to admit it but she painted her toes just to feel a little petty from time to time and now her choice of a hot slut-pink was going to be on display for everyone. But you know what? Wasn’t that the point of a party like this? She hadn’t even had a beer and was already buying in.
“Sure let’s go!” Sandra said and accepted a drink on the way up the stairs.
“Yeah, let’s go” Grace said as she followed, slipping off her heels as she went up the stairs.
HEAVEN
It was a room lit with blue light and Miles Davis playing on the speaker. Everyone was wearing some manner of white, and all had bare feet. Sandra noticed a few pairs of loafers and sandals at the door. The carpet was white and exquisite and the second she stepped onto it she knew why only bare feet were allowed. She let out a little “Mmph.” and everyone looked up. “Oh someone wants to rise does she?” asked a man in a corner. Rise? What was that supposed to mean? All of a sudden she heard Grace running up the stairs.
“Sandra! Let me keep an eye on-”
“Tsk-tsk” the man clucked. Stockings do count. You’re both out of dress code. What shall we do with you?
Grace gasped and begged “No! I did everything right this time!”
They just chuckled “We hadn’t exactly set you up for success.”
Grace started losing her composure as they began cutting away her stockings to expose her wrigling bare feet.
“I TOLD YOU I’D BRING YOU SOMEONE ELSE, I PROMISED!”
A woman in white in a far corner wiggled her toes and said, “Well you made a deal with Hell, take it up with them.”
Sandra had no idea what was going on but a door at the floorboords opened up with an unsettling yellow light against the blue of the room she was in.
“NO! NO? please not again…” Grace whimpered as they dragged her to the mouth of the chute and shoved her down with one last despairing wail. Sandra thought she could hear something like...laughter as Grace fell and they closed the chute behind her.
“Now what are we gonna do with this little barefoot devil?”
Sandra had forgotten how many people were standing over her, but soon they were on her...
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“So, ever been to a Heaven and Hell party?”
Sandra had to admit she hadn’t. At 20 she’d barely been to anything beyond a birthday party (although one of those…)
“No can’t say I have,” she said as contagiously as she could.
“Take it easy,” Grace said. It’s just a frat party. And you look great.
Grace was wearing an angel outfit composed of a white dress, stockings, and heels with a pair of wings on her back for flair. Sandra didn’t feel nearly as confident in her boring devil suit of a red dress shirt, black slacks, and red converse that she just had laying around. But she promised she’d come and this was what college was supposed to be about…
They approached the three story house and Grace rang the doorbell. An attractive (if you asked Sandra) but slightly drunk boy answered the door. He was wearing a three piece brown suit and some of the loudest pink socks Sandra had ever seen. For some reason she kind of liked looking at them…
“Evenin’ ladies! Welcome to purgatory.” the boy said. “Anything you need is here. No shoes or socks upstairs and no music without guitars downstairs!” The boy turned to Sandra with a smirk, “and you’ll know what we mean by guitars.”
“I think you can see what I’m looking for,” Grace said theatrically shaking out her hair to make a statement. Or something.
“Alright go on up, remember no shoes or socks up there.”
Grace gave a pointed look at Sandra’s Cons that she more or less lived in. Time for them to go, along with her socks. Sandra didn’t like to admit it but she painted her toes just to feel a little petty from time to time and now her choice of a hot slut-pink was going to be on display for everyone. But you know what? Wasn’t that the point of a party like this? She hadn’t even had a beer and was already buying in.
“Sure let’s go!” Sandra said and accepted a drink on the way up the stairs.
“Yeah, let’s go” Grace said as she followed, slipping off her heels as she went up the stairs.
HEAVEN
It was a room lit with blue light and Miles Davis playing on the speaker. Everyone was wearing some manner of white, and all had bare feet. Sandra noticed a few pairs of loafers and sandals at the door. The carpet was white and exquisite and the second she stepped onto it she knew why only bare feet were allowed. She let out a little “Mmph.” and everyone looked up. “Oh someone wants to rise does she?” asked a man in a corner. Rise? What was that supposed to mean? All of a sudden she heard Grace running up the stairs.
“Sandra! Let me keep an eye on-”
“Tsk-tsk” the man clucked. Stockings do count. You’re both out of dress code. What shall we do with you?
Grace gasped and begged “No! I did everything right this time!”
They just chuckled “We hadn’t exactly set you up for success.”
Grace started losing her composure as they began cutting away her stockings to expose her wrigling bare feet.
“I TOLD YOU I’D BRING YOU SOMEONE ELSE, I PROMISED!”
A woman in white in a far corner wiggled her toes and said, “Well you made a deal with Hell, take it up with them.”
Sandra had no idea what was going on but a door at the floorboords opened up with an unsettling yellow light against the blue of the room she was in.
“NO! NO? please not again…” Grace whimpered as they dragged her to the mouth of the chute and shoved her down with one last despairing wail. Sandra thought she could hear something like...laughter as Grace fell and they closed the chute behind her.
“Now what are we gonna do with this little barefoot devil?”
Sandra had forgotten how many people were standing over her, but soon they were on her...
