The Last House on the Right

Ashley and Nina bolt around the corner, giggling, still catching their breath. "I can’t believe you almost got us caught shoplifting!" Ashley blurts. Nina slows, pulls two tiny bikinis out of her bag, and calls Ashley a pussy, boasting she’d never let them get busted. New summer wardrobe secured. They stroll down the street gossiping about school and the basketball team. Nina’s 19, already has the rep of a troublemaker. Ashley’s 18 and quiet, a loner until Nina became her first real friend, so she usually caves when the pressure comes. At the next corner Ashley admits she can’t go home; her folks would notice she ditched. Nina suggests checking out the boarded-up mansion at the end of her block—old celebrity-orgy pad, about to get knocked down. Ashley side-eyes her, Nina laughs and sprints ahead, daring her to follow. Ashley hesitates, then chases. Inside the junk-filled yard they wander through weeds and busted furniture while Nina repeats the wild stories her dad told her. Ashley keeps glancing over her shoulder, sure they’re trespassing. They step into the gutted living room. Nina lights a cigarette, boasts about gutting the place herself, passes it to Ashley who puffs without inhaling. Then she hands her a plain water bottle. Ashley sips, passes it back. An hour later the bottle’s empty. Nina snaps selfies; Ashley hugs her bare knees against the wall, trying not to touch the filthy floor. Bored, Nina says they should try the new bikinis on and pose together. She peels Ashley’s blouse off. Topless, Nina tries to sneak a picture; Ashley yelps and bolts around the corner, trips, and crashes to the floor. Nina runs after her laughing—then both girls freeze. A grimy guy, late twenties, lies sprawled between them. "Is he alive?" Ashley whispers, hands covering her tits. Nina leans in. "He’s breathing." Ashley grabs their blouses, throws hers on, and when she turns back Nina is straddling the man, phone raised for a cheeky selfie. Ashley hisses at her to stop; Nina laughs it off, says she’s sending the pics to her boyfriend to make him jealous. She begs Ashley to take a few shots—just a couple, then they’ll leave. Reluctant, Ashley snaps photos while Nina poses reverse-cowgirl on the sleeping stranger. Mid-giggle the guy jolts awake and grabs Nina. She screams. Ashley drops the phone. He scrambles up, confused and pissed, demanding to know who they are and how they found his place. Nina blurts they were only taking pictures; he backs off, eyes flicking over their bare chests, and asks what kind. Ashley mumbles it was a joke. He unzips anyway, cock already hard. Ashley edges back; Nina steps forward, apologizing for rubbing on him, promising to finish the photos and go. Ashley warns it’s indecent exposure. He says it could get worse. Cold silence. Nina forces a laugh, asks his name. He won’t give it. She offers a deal: help with the pics and they’ll leave. Ashley protests; Nina tells her to shut up. He asks how old they are—18 and 19. He strokes himself. Nina drops to her knees, smiles up at him, says she just wants her boyfriend jealous, and starts sucking. Ashley begs to leave. Nina ignores her, deep-throating while he grips her hair. He asks if Ashley will lick his balls. Nina, mouth full, urges her down. He strips his filthy shirt, bends Nina against the wall, yanks her bikini bottoms aside and thrusts in. Ashley watches, horrified. Nina moans that they’re in this together and tells Ashley to drop her bottoms too. Ashley gives in, steps out of the tiny fabric. The man pulls out of Nina and sinks into Ashley instead. He pounds both girls in turn, switching between frantic lust and sudden paranoia. Nina plays eager, Ashley just does what she must. Finally he jerks his load across their faces. He slumps against the wall. The girls snatch their clothes and hurry out through the moonlit junkyard. Ashley’s voice is ice: "My parents will notice I’m gone." She storms off without looking back. Nina stands there, then yells that she’ll see her Monday. Alone now, she starts crying, realizing she’s lost the only friend she had.