American History 1988
Chapter 56 - 52 Spicy!

Chapter 56: Chapter 52 Spicy!

Seeing Dean and Ophelia come downstairs, Simon, who was grinding against a girl on the dance floor, immediately blew a whistle their way.

It was rare for him not to be knocking back drinks today, he knew he had things yet to finish.

Dean gave him a signal to start, and Simon nodded to his dance partner before squeezing out of the crowd and heading straight for a makeshift runway in the main hall.

Reaching the audio equipment, Simon first turned down the music then picked up the microphone and gently tapped it, instantly sending a thudding sound throughout the entire party.

"OK~ dear friends, good evening~!"

"Yo~" The young men and women in the dance floor gradually stopped their dancing and turned their attention to Simon.

"Is everyone enjoying their beer tonight?" Simon extended the microphone toward the crowd below.

"Yeah~" People raised their arms, vigorously shaking the beer bottles in their hands.

"How about the champagne tonight, ladies? Did you like it?" Simon directed the microphone to the crowd once more.

"Yeah~" This time, the cheers of the women were more distinct.

"So, are the girls around you charming?" Simon threw a suggestive look to everyone.

"Oh~Yes!" The guys shouted loudly while the girls laughed heartily. Cheers and whistles erupted simultaneously in the hall.

"So, who’s the host of tonight’s party?" Simon’s voice rose with the fervor of the atmosphere.

"Price’s List!" Everyone in the hall shouted in unison.

"Yes! Price’s List! And its founder, Dean Price!" As Simon cued with his hand, a spotlight hit Dean and Ophelia standing at the stairway entrance.

"Wow~" Basking in the limelight and the focused attention of everyone, Ophelia couldn’t help but smile and lean closer to Dean.

"Isn’t this exciting?" Dean said with a smile, waving to the crowd while leaning close to whisper in Ophelia’s ear.

"Yes~" Ophelia responded with a smile.

"Come on, Dean!" Simon beckoned him from the stage, "Let’s welcome the man who provided free beer and champagne for the party, Dean Price!"

"Oh~" Everyone cheered and clapped.

Many of them were seeing Dean for the first time, but for the sake of the beer, champagne, and the party, they all cheered enthusiastically.

"Thank you~" Knowing how to work the crowd, Dean patted Ophelia’s delicate hand and made his way through the crowd toward the stage.

Taking the microphone from Simon, Dean looked at the diverse crowd below, and began with a smile.

"I can tell from the smiles on your faces that tonight’s party isn’t too bad."

"Of course," "Cool~," the crowd below eagerly showed their support.

"Good!" Dean nodded in satisfaction, then he turned around and pointed at the giant banner on the wall of the hall, "As you can all see, tonight is a victory party to celebrate Price’s List reaching over ten thousand users. Of course, the most important thing is the popularity of the ’Meet Someone’ feature!"

With Dean’s suggestive wink, everyone at the party burst into laughter.

The ’Meet Someone’ feature on Price’s List had recently become the hottest topic in the college town. Ever since someone bravely disclosed the size of their leech, girls have also fearlessly shared their own measurements.

Thus, the ’Meet Someone’ community, already lively, completely ignited the restless hormones of young men and women.

Now, with Dean bringing up the topic, everybody naturally thought of the two highest-ranked posts.

"Dean, I really like the ’Meet Someone’ community, but can you block the top post? Every time I see it, I just..." A girl in the audience spread her hands, not sure how to express herself.

Her helpless expression made everyone laugh. Some mischievous young men even began whistling, then shouting in unison "18m," "18m," as their slogan.

"18m" had become an internet buzzword among them after a student had mistakenly used the wrong unit.

"OK~OK~" Dean gestured for quiet, "Hey, classmate, I respect your opinion, and of course, everyone else’s too,"

Dean explained to the girl, "Tomorrow, Price’s List will launch a brand new feature. We will add a voting button to every post if you feel its content offends you.

All you need to do is click the yellow warning sign, and it will be recorded by the back end. Each account can only click once per post, and when a certain threshold of clicks is reached, that post will be automatically deleted."

This was something Dean had already intended to do, considering the forum on Price’s List was full of Yellow content, closely followed by posts featuring racial discrimination and abusive language.

If the website wanted to gain the majority’s approval, some sensitive topics should not be indulged. But Dean wouldn’t intervene directly; he left the choice to the users.

This way, it made everyone feel respected, and the owners of the deleted posts wouldn’t have any complaints. Democracy and freedom, something Dean was adept at playing with.

As expected, after hearing about Price’s List’s new initiative, everyone in the audience applauded in support.

"How about that, beautiful miss, does our improvement meet with your approval?"

"I’m very satisfied," the girl in the audience nodded in agreement, her opinion had been valued at least.

"Ok," Dean took up the thread again, "almost forgot, the hottest event of our party tonight is about to begin~"

"Oh~," "Oh~," "Oh~," everyone got excited, wasn’t this the moment they had been attracted for and waiting for?

"Now let’s reveal, out of the thirteen colleges in the town, who is the most enchanting, the most beautiful girl!!" As Dean made the announcement, the stage’s music and lights all flared up.

Passing the microphone to Simon, Dean quietly left the stage and came to Ophelia’s side.

"Dean, you’re very charming tonight," Ophelia saw a light of intelligence, tolerance, and gentlemanliness shining on him.

"You’re charming too, Ophelia," Dean naturally took her hand, and she did not refuse.

Seeing the two standing together, the girls who had stayed by Dean’s side felt deflated.

"My god, how did I never notice such a charming guy in the school? He’s so talented, and a gentleman too," said a girl from Cleveland State University, seeing Dean for the first time today, though it seemed a bit late now.

"Do you think..." her friend licked her lips, "his girlfriend would mind a threesome? If she’s okay with it, I have no problem."

"Oh~ keep it down, you jade, they heard you."

Dean discreetly averted his gaze pretending not to hear, while Ophelia quietly tightened her grip on his hand.

At that moment, on stage, Simon was holding a card, announcing the female contestant with the highest votes in a proper fashion.

Their posters had been put up all over the college town ahead of time, and voting was done on a website.

Each of the thirteen colleges chose one representative, similar to selecting the campus belle. Each time a name was announced, there were cheers from the crowd.

However, this was not the most thrilling part. When Simon announced the names, to the sounds of spirited music, each girl walked towards the front of the stage like a model, wearing dazzling, stylish clothes and swaying her catwalk stride from behind the stage.

As she walked towards the end of the runway, her clothes became fewer and fewer, until she was left in a bikini made up of three tiny pieces.

"Wow!" everyone screamed, some boys even covered their heads as if they couldn’t believe what they were seeing.

This was damn worth it, tonight’s party was so damn hot!

However, everything reached its climax when a girl from the art college, responsible for the finale, took to the stage.

When she was left in just her bikini, she did not stop her hands.

She stood at the end of the runway, boldly displaying her figure, and then reached her hands behind her back.

"Oh~Shit!", "NO! NO! NO!!!", amidst the crazed and hoarse shouts, the last thread was undone.

"I... I’m coming!" one boy bent over to cover his pants, while not forgetting to continue whistling.

"Dean~" Ophelia felt a bit shy; this really wasn’t something for her age to see.

"Relax, Ophelia," Dean naturally put his hand around her waist, "Annie is a nude model for the art college; this is as ordinary to her as work."

The girls Dean had brought might not have been the prettiest, but they were certainly some of the boldest ones.

Wanting to liven up his own party, could he really count on the girls to actively participate in a beauty contest organized by Price’s List? That was impossible. Even if some were willing, it wouldn’t be easy to gather thirteen girls with enough charm.

So in the end, he couldn’t do without the tried-and-true method of "plants", hiring each girl for a hundred US dollars.

A hundred US dollars, just for a simple catwalk. Besides, they could make a big splash on campus and even cement their status as campus belles.

Now, seeing all the enthusiasm from the crowd below, some girls couldn’t help thinking that even without the hundred dollars, tonight’s party was enough.

"Annie!", "Annie!", amidst the chanting of the whole crowd, Annie unquestionably won the title of "Campus Beauty".

In fact, the online voting results were the same. When Annie decided to undo her last restraint, Dean had already settled on the winner. After all, he was the one who controlled the number of votes on the website.

After ceremoniously hanging the medallion inscribed with "Price’s List" around her neck, the most important part of the party finally came to an end.

But the revelry wasn’t over, and these beasts wouldn’t leave until late into the night.

Some people lay unconscious in the corners after getting drunk, others held girls’ hands, jumping up and down around the mansion looking for empty rooms.

Unfortunately, due to the crowd, most rooms were locked from the inside.

Dean had his own private room, and Ophelia was also there. But he didn’t rush anything; Ophelia wasn’t Susie, nor was she Karen.

She was an exchange student from Europe, with her own upbringing and values.

Dean wasn’t in a hurry; he was very patient.

"Those girls’ dresses were pretty. Did you pick them?" While Dean poured the drinks, Ophelia curiously asked about the scene she had just witnessed at the party.

The amber liquid fell into the glass as Dean put down the bottle and tightened the cap, "Borrowed from a dress shop."

"Borrowed?" Ophelia became even more curious.

"Yes," Dean said, shrugging with a glass in hand, "They lent me the dresses for free. In exchange, I’ll display the sponsor’s name on Price’s List for one week."

"Wow~ that’s a clever approach."

Dean laughed and sat beside her, "Want another drink?"

"Sure, but I need to get back by midnight." Ophelia had a host family here and promised she would return on time when she left.

"OK~ but let me take you. It’s not very safe around here at night," Dean naturally offered to escort her.

"Sure," Ophelia nodded happily.

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