Debauchery At The Dinner Party の小説・ストーリー

There weren't many people, ten men and three girls only. However, the scene she saw made Anastasia know what this night party truly was. It was something Michelle had once told her. It was a brothel. The three girls were sitting on the laps of three men, and the three men's hands were groping their bodies and kissing their necks. The girls didn't say anything and even seemed to be enjoying it, while the remaining men were making dirty jokes and drinking expensive wines. And now that both Anastasia and Abigail had joined in, it became five girls and ten men.

As I searched for Selena past the sea of guards that remained in their respective positions, her father continued, "We will be having a party soon to celebrate my return. I hope to see you there." "A party?" I can still recall the last one I walked into. I can still picture that scene that was erotic yet disturbing. "Yes, a dinner party. Have you eaten?" "Uh..." "I'll see you there." Just like that, the man walked out of my sight, leaving me to wonder why I decided to spend the night at the mansion. I could have just helped myself by going home even though it would mean voiding the existing curfew. ~ Within an hour, the ground floor was cleared and decorated with a long table that was covere

Today's party would be the first they would throw ever since then. I went to the kitchen and began to prepare the food, The other servants would decorate the house. As I prepared the food my I wondered why the Alpha and L una allowed their children to throw one of their usual orgies if they were broke. The party was an orgy because it was always filled with wild and pervasive youngsters and all sorts of alcoholic drinks.

To begin with, I never wanted to be at this ridiculous dinner party. Sitting among Alphas and their families, pretending to care while they stuffed their mouths with delicious, royal food and tried to sell off their daughters to me like I was some prize. Hearing their thoughts, seeing their desperate attempts to draw my attention, showing how hot and sexy their daughters were, and watching their daughters' fake smiles and fluttering lashes… it was a candy sight for a moment, but not something that would make me want to stay until the party is finished.

This Deja is about that $20 million life. Trevor nearly spat out his water, and Ren's eyes narrowed dangerously. "And what do you mean, 'unbecoming of a Moreau'?" Deja's voice was like a whip crack, slicing through the tension. "Is there a manual for that? 'Cause last I checked, we ain't royalty." Deja continued her performance throughout the appetizers, slurping her soup loudly, using the wrong utensils intentionally, and making outrageous comments about the other diners. All the while, she mentally celebrated each disapproving look from Ren.

"I'm going to that party tonight.” “I’ll arrange for it sir.” He said politely. “And,” I added. “I guess miracles exist.” I smirked and he just chuckled at the side. I have to meet him whether he likes it or not. ~~~~~ As I stepped out of the car with Peter, the thumping bass hit us like a wave, that I felt I could go deaf any second from now. The building's exterior was nondescript, but the moment we entered, I was assaulted by the sights and sounds of debauchery. Male and female strippers danced at every corner, their bodies glistening with sweat as they writhed to the music. The rich heirs and socialites tossed money at them like confetti, laughing and cheering as they made it rain with c

a member of Lil Dee’s team entered the room and asked. Lil Dee patted his beer belly. “A party is so pretentious and superficial. Tell them I want beer. I’m sure there’s a bar in the resort. We can have the celebration there.” He loved his booze. He would rather skip meals than go without alcohol. Besides, he preferred having drinks with an attractive woman as company, similar to a nightclub setting. “Ms. Braus, Lil Dee wants to cancel the dinner and change the venue to the resort bar.” Standing by at the banquet hall, Nancy did not look pleased at the request.

He trailed his hands down then held my butt in his two hands, “We are already late, butterfly.” “We are going to be more late,” I reasoned with him and he pulled away reluctantly. “Ugh, you have a point.” He accepted, picking up my purse and I slipped my hand through his. “It’s just going to be few hours. When we get back, you can do anything you want to me.” Alex smirked, his eyes shining. “Anything?” I smiled, battling my lashes. “Anything baby.” The dinner party was like any other dinner party, filled with Pearl's most popular models, executives and other blogs they work with. Men couldn't keep their eyes off of me, while women were consuming Alex like he was eye candy.

Chase. Rovero Gardens, 57th Avenue, New York. Later... My lips tighten as we walk into the party. Expensive, gilded chandeliers hang from the high ceiling of the vast hall where the event is being held. A charity gala, the tabloids say. An event meant to raise awareness about the poverty eating into the world. A lie. In here, we all know it’s a farce. A decoy for the real thing. The truth is uglier. This party is a spectacle. A private indulgence. A place where powerful men, my father’s clients, wealthy kingpins, publicly fuck pre-selected women.