Debauchery At The Dinner Party Novels & Stories

After saying this, he gave Debbie a formal bow, all the way to a ninty degree angle to the floor from the waist. After dinner, Chef Matthew brought out a stunning cake. The decorations on it were plain and simple, but that made it so perfect for Old Wilson. The party broke up a few hours later, after a few more bottles of wine and some great converstion, with everyone feeling gratified to have been present. They all thought the world of Old Wilson, and this had been truly his night to shine. Old Wilson stayed back to have a few words with Rick. "I hate to bring this up tonight, but it really can't wait." Old Wilson said this with a very sullen expression on his face. His mind was never far f

I put it out of my mind as I continue cleaning. That night the dining room is buzzing with excitement as I serve out the dinner. Everyone is talking about the upcoming ball, and what they are going to wear. I even hear my father’s rare laugh at something Heather says. As I am getting ready to serve out the dessert Heather deems it necessary to torture me. “Alpha it is such a relief that you decided to have the ball catered, this pig burns everything she cooks” Heather said as she picks up what is left of her lemon tilapia and throws it at my head. “Eat it off of the floor you dog.”

The Midnight Auction Chapter 7: Lena’s knees still trembled from the dinner. She could still feel the eyes of the eight masked guests who had been invited to “inspect the new acquisition.” Could still hear the low laughter when Dominic had ordered her to crawl under the long dining table, mouth open, and service him while they ate dessert. Could still taste the mix of his cum and the red wine he’d poured over his cock for her to lap up. Her collar had clinked against porcelain every time she swallowed.

“That was . . . not planned. I’m sorry if you’re upset.” “I’m not upset,” she stated. “It’s not my taste, but the guests seemed to enjoy it – and Father.” I bet he and most of the men in the room did. Beverly was up there switching her hips like she was trying to start a fire. “Anyway, I heard the most devilish joke from Diana St. Claire,” Catherine began in a nearly hushed tone. “A prostitute enters a bar-” “Oh my god!” Bruce interrupted with wide eyes. Not only had that damn Beverly taken over his engagement party, she had also corrupted his fiancé.

As guests mingled and revealed in the opulence surrounding them, a remark floated through the air, acknowledging the host's unparalleled party-throwing skills. "No one is capable of throwing a party quite like you, Caesar," someone exclaimed, their admiration evident. Caesar, dressed in a black tuxedo raised his champagne flute midair and smiled. He was the epitome of sophistication and wealth, looking pleased by the compliment. With a sly grin on his face. "It's our company's anniversary... I thought it fitting to throw a grand dinner party, allowing everyone to indulge and enjoy themselves." There was a cunning undertone to his words, suggesting there might be more to this event than meets

We finally left twenty minutes later and walked half a mile to the party. We walked into the room where most of the people had gathered. There was some rap shit playing on the DJ decks in the far corner of the room. Girls grinding on each other, there was a few making out. There was a table with a keg next to it on one side, two seniors were holding a girl upside down whilst she was drinking from the keg threw a straw. She was wasted already. Beer pong was happening in the kitchen. It was fucking mental. I headed for the kitchen to get a drink. Oliver fucked off as soon as we got in, went straight to the girls making out with each other. I lost count of how many threesomes that douche bag ha

He and Bianca had spent so long in the hospital that day that the party had already come to an end. Not that he minded. He always hated those stupid parties, where everyone’s focus was always on social status and getting what they wanted. At least at the less… dignified parties he normally attended, people were themselves, even when being “themselves” meant being drunk and obnoxious. The only person left aside from the servants was his cousin Zelda, who was picking over the leftover hors d’oeuvres by the buffet table. Isaac approached, and she turned, daintily popping a cold scallop into her mouth.

"Coming. I sent her an invitation she couldn't resist. She foolishly believes she will be getting the better of us. For now, I suggest we all settle into the dining room to drink while we await her arrival." The group of men moved into a macabre decorated dining room and took seats at the table. Dozens of candles were lit with wax dripping down, lending a Gothic atmosphere to the entire affair. The "Lord of Lust" sat down, and the black cat hissed and leapt off the table, darting into the hallway.

Dino laughed and I just couldn’t help but hit him at the back of his head “No cursing in front of aunt Celine” Aunt Celine chuckled at us, the party went on as more people began to flood in Dad was now in the company of some big business men like Lucas Baldwin, Abel Carter and a few others and so I used the opportunity to have an alone time to myself I raised my Champaign glass to my lips just as s waiter lost her balance and stumbled towards me, causing the glass on her tray to shatter on the floor and my drink to spill on some unknown person

Caio snapped impatiently. "Bachelorette party?!" Braston exclaimed, his irritation growing. "Caio!" Layla warned in a low, desperate tone. "Screw it! I warned her. Now she’ll have to deal with the consequences!" he shouted, letting it all out. "They went to see naked men! That friend, Francine, the pervert who's getting married, made up some story about needing help with decorations because the rich girl couldn't hire anyone. But let’s face it it was a dirty trick to drag everyone into debauchery!"