Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

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.

“That was a bit dramatic. Asher really has no manners.” I looked at the empty chair where Lila had sat, the scent of her perfume still lingering in the air. “Manners are overrated, Sloane. I think I’m starting to prefer the drama.” I reached for the wine bottle, realizing that the ‘Double Date’ hadn't been a civilized dinner at all. It had been a declaration of war. And as I looked at my reflection in the polished mahogany, I knew I was ready to get my hands very, very dirty.

Instead, he pointed in the direction of the banquet hall. Martin let go of the man. He was about to speak to Edward, only to see that Edward had long disappeared into the crowd. He had already gone to the banquet hall. If the entrance was sweaty and chaotic, the banquet hall was far more obscene and disgusting. The women didn't have any shame as they jumped onto every man who walked past, taking off their shirts to attract their attention. The men were even more shameless with the way they salivated after them, taking the initiative to pleasure themselves in such a public area.

“Seeing them is just embarrassing! One’s a failure of a son-in-law who couldn’t get a job for four years while the other is a slut who beds other men. They deserve each other. Haha!” “Oh, you’re right! They are such a perfect match!” “Anyway, isn’t this an invite-only family gathering? What’s a stupid parasite like him doing here?” “What else? He’s shameless enough to come for the free food. I heard he’s always been given leftovers as his meals, so it’s not surprising that when he heard he could feast on actual food from a luxury hotel, he came crashing the party with his tongue sticking out! When you’re someone like that, why would you care about dignity, right?”

" Emily shook her head awkwardly, guilt written all over her face. "I… I did look it up, but I didn't download it or save it at the time. Where am I supposed to find it now?" She then quickly changed her tune. "Kenneth, I actually think today's situation is very strange. How could Olivia resign one moment and then just happen to appear at the banquet the next? Don't you think she did this on purpose just to sabotage us? "And think about it: she even knows that female client. She must be jealous of us and colluded with her. They obviously can eat pork, but they deliberately said they couldn't, just to ruin the cooperation and make sure we don't have it easy."

“You’ll have to tell me all your secrets.” “Please. At least buy me dinner first.” “I’ll do that. How about after the party?” I ran through a mental checklist at hyper speed. The developer had already given his welcome speech, and we’d finished all the black bowfin caviar, the champagne, and almost all the divine pastries baked specially for me by an elderly French woman whose name I guard more fiercely than the list of men I’ve slept with.

With such a wide network, the guest list for the banquet was prepared for eighty-eight tables. There were going to be around a thousand guests, making it a very grand occasion. There was still some time before the commencement, so people chatted and enjoyed the drinks, creating a lively atmosphere. Occasionally, someone would approach Stella and Keegan to offer them a toast, but they would return it with their tea instead of alcohol. Stella glanced at Keegan. "You were stealing my wine at home that day, yet you're rejecting drinks now? What happened?" The word "steal" made Keegan choke. He glared at her and said, "What do you mean 'steal?' I was thirsty and thought it was water!

I looked like a temptress going to show her husband's mistress her place after she caught them cheating. “I bet Vera won't realize what's coming to hit her; should we go and give her a show?” I mumbled as I stepped out of the house. My driver drove me to the party, which was held at one of the biggest hotels in the country, and I knew the Kingston overstretched their finances. Their company was at the edge of bankruptcy, so that was extreme for them.