As Sara parked her jeep in Ella's circular driveway, she checked once more to make sure the sexy nightgown was still stowed in her bag.

A housekeeper opened the door after she rang the bell. "Here for the party?" the housekeeper asked.

Sara nodded.

The little woman stepped to the side to let Sara through the door. She indicated with her arm that Sara should walk straight back.

As she entered the large living room, she realized the music was actually coming from somewhere outside. Following the sounds of laughter, she walked past the leather couch and television screen towards a grassy, lit backyard.

Across the massive lawn, Sara saw a guesthouse. She tightened her hold on her overnight bag and made her way across the grass.

"Saraaaaa!" a voice called.

Trish waved to her from the open French doors of the guest house. She gave Sara a quick one-armed hug. "You brought it?" she asked, surveying Sara's jeans and t-shirt with obvious distaste.

Sara laughed. "Of course! I couldn't actually wear it until I got here! My mom would literally burn this thing if she knew I had it."

That brought a rare smile to Trish's face. "Ella's over there with the others. You should go change. Then join us."

Sara headed to a bathroom in the back of the guest house. The whole place smelled like scented candles. She quickly changed into her sexy nightgown. With a slight twirl, she decided she looked pretty good. Maybe too good. There was a certain girl code all girls in a group had to follow. And it was simply that the leaders of the group had to look the best.

Sara gulped, now feeling insecure. Her outfit was definitely over the top. Her grandmother had spent a pretty penny on it. And mostly to spite Sara's mother.

She threw her hair up into a tight bun. That made her look a little less hot. The nightgown was practically see-through, except for the bra and underwear that went under it.

Taking a huge gulp of air and crossing her fingers, she opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

When she finally met up with the other girls, she sighed in relief. The other girls wore outfits similar to hers. And thankfully, Trish and Ella's nightgowns were just as sexy.

"LA-DYYY HOTTIE!" Ella screeched when she saw Sara.

Sara did a silly twirl. "You all look great, too," she said. And it was true. The group looked like a lingerie ad.

Sara recognized a few of the other girls, Layla, Kimber, and Dalia from their grade. They were the gossipy trio of minions who followed Trish and Ella around and did everything they asked.

"Okay, everyone," Ella said. She turned down the lights so that the candles illuminated the room. "Now that Sara's here, we are going to start the drinking games!"

Sara whispered to Layla next to her. "Won't her parents care?"

Layla crossed her eyes, pushing back her dark hair. "Seriously? My parents let me drink whenever I want. And Ella's are the same way. Why do you think Ella's parents gave her the guest house?"

Sara frowned. She knew there would be alcohol. But drinking games? She hadn't counted on that.

Ella placed several bottles of alcohol on a table. All of the labels on the bottles were covered.

"You first," Ella said. She grabbed Dalia, who was sitting closest to the table.

Dalia, a pretty Asian girl, walked confidently over to the chair and sat down.

"My dear Dalia. Please choose your bottle," Ella said.

Dalia pointed to a red bottle in the corner of the table.

"Okay," Ella said. "Please take your bottle."

This repeated a few more rounds until only one bottle was left.

"Sara, since there is only one bottle left, it's yours." Ella looked over at Trish and burst out laughing.

Sara hesitated before taking the bottle. "What's so funny?"

Trish and Ella gave her blank expressions. Then both girls burst out laughing again. "I'm sorry. It's part of the game. We can't tell you," Ella said.

Sara cautiously took the bottle. She wished she could read the label, but it had been ripped off.

"All right, sexy biatches! Follow me!" Ella called.

The girls headed outside to the grassy lawn. Pop music played loudly over the speakers above the guest house. But the music wasn't loud enough to irritate Ella's family. The main house was way on the other side of the field, hidden behind tall trees.

"KK, my hot ladies. The first game we're going to play is..."

Ella pulled out a card from a basket on the table. When she saw what was written, an evil grin spread across her pretty face.