And when we got there we started dancing with random chicks who wanted a good time. I started grinding with an incredibly hot blonde with blue eyes an... hair down to her midback, who just looked like she wanted to be fucked. She was wearing a red dress that showed a good amount of cleavage and that ended maybe two inches under her ass. She was at least a C cup. Along with that, she wore black, 4 inch heels and red lipstick. She was about half a head shorter than me with those heels on.We were. She was the goddess of his dreams, five feet seven inches of chiseled muscles topped with a beautiful face. He locked eyes with Her as he slowly changed direction, focusing directly on her table. Awkwardly, he bumped against the nearest table with a clatter. He reddened in embarrassment and hurriedly spoke, "Oh, ? sorry. It seems I?m always stumbling over myself when I see a beautiful woman."When she didn?t immediately reply, he added, ?I'm Jake. What's your name?? Inwardly, he winched at. An armed guard dressed in black approached down the stairs with his assault rifle pointed at Zach's chest. "Stop! Keep your hands where I can see them." I'm a guest," Zach gasped as he stopped and clung to the railing. "My name is Zach Gilbert. One of them took my girlfriend into the trees up there. I need to save her." You don' look like you could save ya'self right now," the guard said in his accented patois. Then he pulled a small mic from his collar. "Theo here. We gotta bunch'a wounded. You are so special, in so many ways, you don't need to worry about why we are with you. Please, just accept it. We have."Yvonne was right. I was worrying about details that really held no relevance to the issues at hand. No one cared how many women were bound to me, none of them cared. I was the only one who seemed bothered by it and I knew it wouldn't just go away, those feelings of guilt. I could suppress them and most likely learn to live with them, but I would never lose them.Yvonne was.