"What is this shit?" Kyle loudly announced surveying the room.
"Just a sad cake for your only son's 18th birthday?" he said with a scoff.
"W-w-well, I'm ordering a pizza." Mr. Smith stammered, embarrassed that the birthday that hadn't been a mere 3 hours before hadn't been planned better.
"I'm going to help you out." Kyle said with a sly look, "I'd hate for this to go wrong."
Mr. Smith actually seemed to tremble as Kyle looked around his home.
"For this night to work, we're gonna have to fix this house, get some guests and get set up for the real event," Kyle said.
"Blake's going to be home in 15 minutes." Mr. Smith said.
"No, no, no," Kyle said with a smirk. "He's on a bus full of horny boys. He's probably sucking his way down the aisles. Actually, I've decided that's exactly what he's doing right now. I'm certain that he'll be busy with the bus driver until you're ready for him."
Mr. Smith knew that as soon as Kyle said it, it was happening, about to happen or destined to happen. He'd seen enough.
Kyle had shifted his focus. "Wow this house is amazing. I'm impressed you could pay for such a giant house on a teacher's salary." As the words left his mouth, the shabby house that Mr. Smith had at one time shared with his family had shifted, expanded and changed.
"I guess those erotica novels you wrote while you were in school made a lot of money. Who knew that some halfassed bdsm crossed with fanfic could become a bestseller." Kyle continued.
As he said it, Mr. Smith could remember his series of erotic novels that had become bestsellers. He remembered his stupid pen name and the contrived sexual exploits of his characters that had made housewives swoon. It had paid for his teaching degree and gotten him set for life.
"If only those housewives could see the sex toys and gay erotica you've got lining the walls in this place." Kyle said.
Dildos, porn mags, posters and videos were now decorating the entirety of the bottom floor.
"I've looked at the guest list you prepared. You invited all the seniors from the football, swim, wrestling, and baseball team as well as the mascot. You told them all in the invites to wear their uniforms! You must really want Blake to have a good time!" Kyle said.
"Of course!" Mr. Smith said.
"I'm surprised you picked a circus theme for the party but I can appreciate your effort. I mean with Joey as your tattooed man you've got something going. Also, your costume is incredible. Did Joey do all your body paint? Your clown look is really good. I mean, the wig, the nose, the shoes..."
Mr. Smith gasped as his body was now covered in bright paint. In his reflection in the foyer mirror, he saw his white face and red nose, the bright red painted nipples, the giant shoes....
"with your size 24 feet, I guess clown shoes were the best option." Kyle continued.
Mr. Smith wiggled his toes in the extreme shoes. They fit.
"Well, Blake and the guests are about to arrive. Why don't you stand by the punch bowl and make sure everyone gets a cup as they come in." Kyle said.
Then, there was a sharp knock at the door.