Well, that was interesting.
The day of the party started out slightly earlier than I would have expected. I was lying in bed and trying to snatch a couple more minutes of sleep before my alarm was set to go off when I heard some sounds coming from the door. I look up and see a group of girls slowly opening the door and peeking in.
The only time I lock the door is when I'm not in the room. When I'm inside, the door is either unlocked or downright open.
Anyways, in come a group of girls in their nightclothes (or at least "comfy clothes"), padding along very softly and carrying cups of cocoa. We each got a cup while we sat in bed, along with some softly spoken "good morning"s. Not to mention some titters of laughter at our groggy states.
Hell of a way to start a morning, I'd say.
It moved from that to breakfast, which was decidedly unremarkable aside from the buzz of anticipation and general good cheer everyone had. Some time after breakfast, the guys assigned to massage duty went into the gymnasium to set up shop and go through a quick recap of what we were supposed to do when massaging our clients.
The massage group had fifteen guys in it, and with roughly sixty girls to massage we were going to need four shifts. For me, the first round wasn't quite what I might have hoped. I was a bit tense about getting the massage right, and the girl who sat down at my station wasn't leaning on the front of the chair, so she was using more of the muscles to keep herself upright (why'd it have to be a shoulder massage? Things are damned difficult if you're gonna do it right). I don't think it went smashingly, but I can hope that she at least got something good out of it.
The second shift was incomplete, so my station was empty. One of the guys was sent out to look for more girls to fill the spots, but there weren't any around. I assume that they were still sleeping (it was about 10:30 at the time, and on a Saturday that's still within sleeping range). Third shift was missing one girl. Namely, my station. I got sent out to see if I could find anyone, and I managed to find someone who hadn't gotten her massage yet. She seemed a bit confused about the whole thing, since she thought she had a later appointment.
That round was better, but again, not perfect. For the first massage, I was nervous. For the second massage, she was nervous. Took quite a bit before I could get her to loosen up a bit...
Fourth round was incomplete yet again. My station was open, I'd relinquished my pillow to someone who actually had a client, and there wasn't a whole lot for me to do in there. So instead, I stepped outside and decided to wander around a bit.
Right outside the gymnasium is a little sitting area, and the chairs were occupied by several girls who were just relaxing from their massage, along with a couple guys who had either given their shift to someone else or didn't have anyone at their station.
When I stepped out, one of the girls asked if I was one of the excess masseuses. I acknowledged this (truth be told, I didn't understand what she had said. I just shrugged, figuring that would answer the question). So, since I was free, she asked if I would mind giving her a massage.
One of the other girls sitting there was the one I had covered in the last shift, the one who took a bit of loosening up. The reason I said that massage went better than the first one is because she piped up at that moment and said that I gave a very good massage. A "thanks" after having the massage is almost demanded by polite standards, but a recommendation to someone else is an actual compliment.
So although I didn't give an "official" massage for the fourth shift, I did end up giving a massage. Woo.
For the whole massage thing, there were really only two people who knew what they were doing. The British metalhead, who coordinated the whole thing, and one other guy who has been practicing the art of massage for several years. Apparently he needs some sort of exercise for his fingers, and there aren't a whole lot of activities that can provide that.
The Brit was walking the rest of that massage group through the movements while the other guy paid absolutely no attention at all and went about actually giving his client a massage. Hell, the guy even knew how to work pressure points.
So, that was that. Afterwards, there was a bit of random wandering around until lunch, which the girls had laid claim to. Not a whole lot of interesting stuff, but there were a couple girls clothed only in foil and plastic wrap who were lying on the food table and serving as platters for assorted sweets.
Some time after lunch, we were treated to one of the bigger things the girls had pulled together. All the guys walked into the big theater-room upstairs while the girls sat farther back and provided us with thunderous applause. The lighting was rather romantic, with the only sources being numerous candles, and with the projector displaying the title image for a slideshow (basically, a reddish background with lots of hearts and something along the lines of "for the guys" written on it).
The rest of the decor was primarily made up of a line of big paper hearts going around the ceiling, each with the name of one of the guys written on it (one for each).
After everyone was present and somewhat accounted for, they started up some music and let the slideshow roll.
What came next was a series of pictures where there were either two or three girls in some provocative pose (often holding up a related object as the only means of covering themselves), accompanied by the name of one of the guys. A miniature fan club for each and every one of us blighters.
We went through the show once, laughing and ooh-ing at the pictures, and finally gave a big round of applause when it was over. But it wasn't
really over, not quite...
The slideshow was brought up again, but this time was gone through picture-by-picture. When a guy's picture came up he would be accompanied up to the stage by the girls in the picture, whereupon they would give him his trophy. The trophies were generally sorted into either crowns, sashes, or decorative t-shirts. On each item was a little rhyme about the guy's shining traits, which was read aloud to him by the girls on stage. Some were cute, some were quite clever, some were romantic, and some were downright raunchy.
Female adoration is the greatest gift that can be given to guys like us.
So, that was fun. I was given a sash proclaiming me to be "Mr. Las Vegas", with a rhyme that was even written (and recited) in English. For reasons of paranoia, I shall censor my name.
"
Name, you're such a nice guy,
The door is always open when we pass by.
You're also such a gentleman,
all the way from another land.
"
Amazing how so much information (I am an American who leaves his door unlocked) can be conveyed in only two verses. Well, the sash has gold glitter on it. And it sends hugs from the girls who made it. Pity it doesn't have the picture though...
I'm sure I'm forgetting something, but the only thing I can remember after that was dinner, which the girls again had coordinated. Everyone was assigned specific places to sit, so that all the guys got to sit next to their admirers for the evening. Cozy. Especially considering the places were marked with little notes for the guys which contained bullet-point lists of how great they were.
Some time during dinner, a little giftwrapped box was given to one of the guys while the upcoming game's instructions were announced to those in attendance. Inside the first box was a second box, along with a message. The message contained a rhyme that the person had to read aloud for everyone. They then had to follow the instructions on that note.
The first note (since it was first handed to a guy) was for him to give the second box to the girl he thought """""""" (I can't remember. Something complimentary). She would take the box, open it up, and get to the third box with accompanying instructions. It bounced back and forth between the genders for a while, going from sweet or playful things to " give this to the girl who has the most exciting breasts" and culminating with "give this to the guy you think the most girls would like to take home".
Which, naturally, was my roommate. Why in the devil's name does it always have to be him?
(Hawkfrost, this is your cue to say something about using the lord's name in vain)Inside the final box was a little note that basically just talked about how great guys were to have around, particularly those at this school.
Dinner continued, then came dessert (where I got to exercise my gentlemanliness by giving away my chocolate heart), and then came the speeches. First the male representative gave his speech about how wonderful girls are, and then all the guys stood up and toasted them. The feminine representative then got up and gave her speech about how great guys are, and then those of a manly persuasion got to be toasted by the women.
There was a brief respite after dinner, and then we went up into the theater room to see the big show the girls had prepared for us.
It started off with two girls coming out and presenting "Girl's Evening". They asked the guys if they were having a good time. "YES". They asked if they were anticipating the show. "YES". They asked if we were horny.
...
"YES!"Then they asked if we were ready to get
even hornier! The response was naturally an affirmative. Now we were
really interested in seeing what was going to be presented to us.
The girls who presented the show walked offstage while the curtain drew back and some sexy music started to play. The anticipation was building.
And then two girls clothed in the baggiest, most ridiculously colored clothing available jumped out and started thrashing around in a pseudo-erotic manner. These were supposed to be understudies who were standing in because of issues with the previously scheduled programming.
After that, the real skin show started. We got several different themed groups coming out one after the other to dance in a coordinated provocative manner. Everything from secretaries gone bad to athletic gals to cowgirls to dominatrices (one girl was enjoying that role just a wee bit too much... And one had forgotten to bring her thick leather belt so she had to mime everything).
And then there was a short series of skits that showed us menfolk how we are supposed to treat women. For this, the used two girls dressed up as man and... Well, woman.
Things would start off with the woman instigating a situation, and the man hopelessly buggering it up in stereotypical manly-man fashion. After that, they would reset their positions and start again, except
this time the guy would do it the "right" way, thus earning the delighted approval of the woman.
After that came the games. First game had several girls line up while two teams of two guys tried to identify them through touch. There actually wasn't that much touchy-feely of inappropriate parts, but there was one instance where a guy got a perfect feel just as the girl he was examining was looking somewhere else. I don't know if he intended it or not, but he certainly got plenty of applause.
Next game was a strip quiz. Answer the question correctly, and your assigned girl takes off a piece of clothing. As with most strip quizzes, the questions were dreadfully challenging. Not very many clothes were taken off, but one did end up taking off her outer layer. But I think that's just because she wanted to.
The other girl ended up taking off more than she bargained for. When removing her stocking-pants (anyone wanna tell me what those things are actually called?), she ended up taking off one pair of panties as well. Definitely not intentional, but she had at least two other pairs on.
Then there was the reminder for the guys to always use protection. They then showed us why, with several different STD's coming out and singing about all the nasty things they did. Really, the most interesting part of that was the finish, where one of the presenters came out and started tossing condoms and single-serving packets of lube (no idea why) into the crowd.
Finally, all the girls step up and sing the boy song. It was alright, but not quite as clever as it probably could have been. There was one bit that poked fun at the duplicate names we've got among the male students, but other than that it was pretty much just a recital of all of us.
Lots of applause, much appreciation for all the stuff they did for us and so on.
Then it was our turn.
The gymnasium has a stage of its own, in case I had forgotten to mention that. That's what we were using.
To start off there was a brief instrumental number while everyone was getting ready backstage. Just a little piano and drums to keep the audience satisfied, and our own presenters were doing their stuff when they had stuff to do.
Then came the bad boys after they had spent the past fifteen minutes oiling themselves up and doing some quick push-ups to appear more muscular. They did their homoerotic stripping/dancing routine to thunderous applause and not a small amount of laughter after they revealed their heavily-stuffed underwear.
A quick intermission, and then 'twas time for the sketch. After the numerous revisions and logistics failures, it eventually came down to three skits, only one of which involved me. But oh, what a sketch it was...
"Man Through the Ages"
Essentially, it's just a quick rundown of how masculinity has been trailing off as time goes on. We had several different eras, each one represented by a different guy in a costume. It went from Stone Age, to Viking Age, to Renaissance, to Cowboy Era, to 60s, to 80s, then wartime in Norway, then the Modern Age (represented by a picture taken of one of the teachers, who is wearing a frilly pink bra. He's the very male athletics teacher), and finally the Future.
I got Stone Age. And gosh darn it if I didn't make a good caveman. Hell, I've been receiving compliments on my performance ever since. I guess the role just comes naturally to me.
A few moments after the future boys went onstage (E.T., Essentially Transvestites), all the other eras came out and had a nice little spastic dance together, just to show how far we've come from the days of masculinity.
Heh, just found a picture of that last dance. Not a very good one, but it's the only one I've seen so far. I am concealed except for a foot and my spear (a broken broomhandle I found in the auxiliary costume closet. Who knows what it was doing there). This wasn't actually intentional, just so ya know.
Left to right: Cowboy, Future, Viking, Renaissance, 60s, Future, Caveman, 80s.
We had lots of other stuff as well, and it all went over relatively well. The auction went a bit strangely, however... The first guy to go up for bidding (played the cowboy. He's the one I have suspicions about being mildly damaged upstairs) got up to 15Kr before bidding stopped. Bid increases were 5Kr per bid, roughly one dollar.
The next guy went for somewhere around 30, then there was a guy who went for 45, and then there was one who went for 75.
The big blast was when one of the school helpers was put up. I really don't see what's so amazing about his looks, but he's been something of a sex idol in the school. I guess girls just go wild for mid-length "shaggy" hair.
He went for 500 Norwegian Crowns. Roughly a hundred dollars for three hours on Sunday. Eek.
Lemme see... There was one musical intermission during the competition (the competition wasn't that interesting, just had eight girls dealt up into four teams and then sent through various tests to get points. Actually, it was pretty interesting, but I'm tired and this post is getting ridiculously long) where Drops sang a song from Elton John. During the first practice session, we were all expecting to either laugh or moan when he opened his mouth to sing.
The guy actually has an amazing singing voice. He nailed that song perfectly.
And then there was the final sketch... Two guys from the sketch group had offered themselves up to the mercy of the womenfolk in a barbaric ceremony of ritualistic torture.
They got waxed. Literally. The screams...
...were hilarious. It all went over quite well, and many swatches of hair were taken as souvenirs. Not to mention the pictures. Damn that skin was red...
We also showed off the movie which included the death metal music video. It was set up as a gay porno, complete with bad acting and horribly cheesy lines. But before you get to see anything fancy, the view drifts over to a TV screen which i splaying the first music video. The transition was actually quite well done, and a similar shot is shown at the end of the death metal section, where they zoom out from the screen and return to the two happy lovers for a couple more one-liners before the end.
And then, for some unfathomable reason, they slapped on a blown-up animated blowjob smiley at the end. I personally don't think it added a whole lot... But still, the movie had quite an appreciative audience.
For the finale, we all came out and sang our song for the girls. I had decided to wear my caveman outfit, supplemented by my navy blue fedora and "Mr. Las Vegas" sash.
The song was an absolute hit. Easily the greatest part of the whole show. The applause was so great that we felt the need to do a spontaneous coordinated theater-bow. Unfortunately, this was not something we had practiced.
I don't know if anyone else did it, but I ended up bowing as everyone else's linked hands were going up. And then again when it was actually time to do so. Slightly embarrassing. Not to mention the fact that I was holding hands with the stressed-out Brit, who felt responsible for the whole show (he tries to take responsibility for most things, actually...). And especially not to mention the fact that I smacked his hand into a speaker when our arms came down.
Oh well.
After the boyparty was all said and done, the girls set up the final word. Basically, it was supposed to be a movie and a sleepover in the gymnasium. Everyone was asked to bring along sleeping equipment (top mattresses and comforters). Some people even did.
So we watched "The Most Fertile Man in Ireland" until 1:00 in the morning. And after that, everyone left. I guess not enough people had brought along mattresses, so the people who did didn't really feel a need to stay, and then those who were left felt a bit self-conscious about being the only ones in there.
So I slept in the gymnasium. And that was that. Boys and girls will be boys and girls. We should do this again sometime.
There's a half hour left until Sunday's evening movie, and I can hear karaoke coming from the room across the hall. I'm going to see if they've got Walk This Way.
Kagus out.
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