Most of the time I think of going to parties as some sort of a chore that I have to do for the person that I like that’s throwing the party, or the ...erson that wants me to come with them. It’s just so hard for me to find interesting people to talk to, and I’m terrible about forcing a fake conversation. I just can’t do it anymore.The only time parties are really fun for me besides the rare time when I get to talk to someone interesting, is when something fucked up happens.So when I got a call. The team made up out of mainly Asians, which is comforting. I was surprised I made it, since I do not consider myself that good. True, I have never had trouble-finding people, and my figure is good but not perfect. It took about three days to find out who the bitches were, and who the friendly girls were. Names here have been changed to protect us all.Our costumes consisted of scanty wisps of nylon, and small shorts, or long dance leotards that hugged our bodies close. You HAD to be in shape,. In addition to the bathroom, the bedroom was both enormous and beautiful. It had two walk-in closets. The empty one — obviously fitted out for a woman — was the size of a fair-sized bedroom. Then there was a sitting room and an utterly magnificent cherry-paneled study. The paneling was the same as that used in the lobby and entrance to the Collins’ apartment. Finally, there was a fantastic kitchen.When they returned to the penthouse, the first thing Barbara had seen was a note to her from. I couldn’t see Bill and started to worry, my eyes were drawn over to a woman walking towards the station looking incredibly sexy. My cock was starting to stir in my jeans as I realized that it was Debbie Bill’s friend.Debbie spoke first “hi sweetheart glad you could come, good journey?”“yes thank you” was all I could say.My eyes couldn’t of been much help that I was staring at her!She grabbed my arm like we were a couple as we walked the short distance to Bill’s home, hardly a word spoken.