Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

He would have stayed atleast for dinner cause of how pestering Aunty Debbie was,he had to go back to the exquisite dinner party and catch up with his friends. "What?? You mean he denied you in the party!!!" Joy shouted after Santify told them her ordeal at the party. "Yep,I guess he was too classy for my type...gosh what was I thinking!!" "Santify,classy or classless..what he did was totally wrong and degrading. He Invited you for crying out loud,what sort of embarassment is that in such place"Joy argued. "Joy I think all of your arguments and shouts will not do any justice to what has been done. Why not tell your dear friend to dress properly as lady and not a tout!!"

After a few glasses of wine and champagne, her tongue loosened. I approached her while she was chatting with a businessman who wasn’t her husband. She spilled more than enough—gambling debts, an arrogant husband, twin daughters in their final year of high school, and a nine-year-old girl she heavily implied wasn’t Arthur’s. When the party began sliding into open debauchery, I made the call. We were leaving. Liora was with us, and I wouldn’t allow any of those animals to lay a finger on her—not even my brothers. Especially not Luther.

But she couldn't get the sounds out of her head. Jax's voice. Delilah's moans. The rhythmic slapping of flesh. Her husband fucking another woman while two hundred guests celebrated downstairs. She dabbed at her eyes one final time with a tissue and forced herself to smile. The show must go on. That's what her mother had always taught her. Never let them see you break. As she readied herself to return to the party, she stepped out of the kitchen and saw a young waiter preparing drinks on a silver tray near the bar—two crystal flutes of champagne, perfectly poured, bubbles rising elegantly to the surface.

"No, I did. But while the boys' party was a bit more boisterous, I wanted my party to be a beautiful bridal bath with spa and green tea." "Oh, my God." Kaylin laughed, instantly silenced by everyone as they gestured to Omorose's crib. Rosabella and Fanny were more interested in learning more details about this infamous party that both Michel and Charles were apparently involved in. "What do you mean hoarse, Audrey?" Fanny hoped to be subtle in her question while Rosabella was just blunt. "Uh, are there strippers?" Audrey shrugged nonchalantly, clearly unfazed by her then-finance's last night of fun.

The party was very lively and done in a glamorous Beverly style. Very loud music, countless dishes, various liquors and cocktails were served on the long dining table. Everyone was free to eat as much food as they liked. There were three servants working on the yatch to serve Beverly and her friends.

Maddy's face almost contorted as she saw me still in my tattered maid's dress. Mandy pushed a tray of grapes into my hand in resignation and urged, "Get in there!" With that she opened the door to the banqueting-room, and I felt a sharp shove in my back. The door closed noiselessly. I stepped into the dimly lighted, perfumed hall. It was a small banqueting hall, in the centre of which were draped curtains of gauze, behind which topless men and women were fondling each other's bodies to the soft music of ambiguous music. Accustomed by this time to Madeleine's habitual debauchery, I quietly laid the grapes on the table as if I had not noticed them, and quietly searched for a place of concealme

I haven’t seen you look this good since your wedding day. I laughed, glancing at the mirror. ‘Which of my wedding days are you talking about?’ He replied, ‘Your last one, man. You know, I have still not forgiven you for spending a lot of money on that wedding.’ ‘Come on, Xavier. It’s been three years, and I have already made double that amount. Can we go?’ He scoffed, ‘Of course, billionaire. Let’s go and have some fun!’ The dinner party was held in the town’s city hall. There were a lot of waiters and waitresses around, and it seemed the mayor invited everyone in California! I smiled at a few faces I recognised and pushed through the bodies to find Mayor Kim and his wife.

The banquet hall was decorated magnificently as we walk out of the elevator. The elegant people with champagne flutes on their hands, talking about business. Some rich teenage brats bragging about their electronics and the ladies were busy showing off their expensive jwelleries and dresses. A perfect billionaire party. As I walk in, I was greeted by my not-so-friendly friend, Sarah. Another braggart came to show off. "Hey, Davina. You look gorgeous, I bet Niall won't be able to pay attention to his party when he sees you."

What obligations he thinks I owe. Everything has a price. And suddenly I’m terrified he knows exactly what mine was. Or just me overthinking these whole thing; I just want to break down and cry. ***** The dinner drags on through dessert—some elaborate chocolate construction that probably required a team of pastry chefs and tastes like ash in my mouth. Then after-dinner drinks in the parlor, where the men cluster around Gregory’s prized scotch collection discussing business while the women migrate to the far side with champagne and thinly veiled character assessments.

Debra said, amused, as she continued blabbering. I breathed deeply. Indeed, this night was full of surprises. "When does this party end?" I asked. I wanted to go home now and sleep. Debra replied, "In an hour." She stood up. "I want to eat again. I'm feeling hungry after dancing," she grinned. I watched Debra saunter to the buffet table and fill her plate with delicious food. I smiled, shaking my head. My friend wants to go on a diet but every time she sees an endless array of free food she can't stop eating.