Celeb hunting at the gala

20 minutes later I was dressed to the nines in the smart - and expensive - clothes I'd bought on Victoria's tab. I reflected on how nice it was to be a rich, beautiful woman's paid boy toy, as I admired myself in the mirror.

Gone was the shop assistant loser - instead a well heeled member of the 1% was looking back. A chunky, expensive watch glinted at my wrist. A needless indulgence I know but then so was everything else I was doing...

I closed my eyes to focus and then *pop* I was confronted with people, sounds, lights. I'd appeared in the middle of a beautiful, ornate dining hall. Glittering chandeliers overhead bathed the many gorgeous people here in golden light. The men were dressed much like me, hand in pocket, another nursing a drink as they mingled and flirted with the women.

The women were more like visitors from heaven, or at least my version of it. Dressed in expensive gowns, daring dresses and some downright slutty choices masquerading as 'bold', every woman here had spent hours on their appearance and it showed. They had the natural - or unnatural - glow of the rich and stress free, even as they chafed to get out of the tight sheathes they'd dressed themselves in.

Cleavage was on show like it was going out of fashion, bare long legs striding distractingly wherever I looked. Face were made up perfectly and it helped that those faces were invariably stunning. Everywhere I looked was beauty and sexiness - and most importantly, celebrity.

All around me my new sense was roaring at me, pulses large and small but all near by, moving and shifting around me. One though was very close and, just when I threatened to be overwhelmed, seeing her refilled me with confidence.

"Holly!" I said with a smile. She was dressed in an elegant and slightly risque blue dress - the top layer was translucent, flowy and loose, but underneath was a clearly visible tight bodice and what could best be described as half a skirt, coming down to her knees in the middle but then curving up on her hips to reveal her legs.

It was unbelievably sexy and, because I could, I pulled her in close and **** her into a kiss, before she'd even really registered my presence. Initially she resisted, instinctively, before realising who I was and submitting, letting my tongue into her mouth. With one hand I gripped the back of her neck, possessively, while with the other I cupped and squeezed her ass. Pulling her into my crotch, I lazily ground my crotch into hers while my cock - exhausted after the day's events - slowly began to wake up.

Finally I let go and she stumbled back, looking a little dazed.

"Oh! It's you!" she finally said when she'd caught her breath. Behind her, a man approached slowly and stopped next to Holly, glancing between us before finally offering his hand.

"You must be the fan Holly mentioned earlier!" he said, before arching an eyebrow, "Unless I'm mistaken - in which case you and I need to step outside."

I glanced at Holly and she nodded to the man.

His face took on a serious look before he burst out laughing, "Good good - I'm Dan by the way, we spoke before?"

Of course, Holly's husband! I shook his hand absent-mindedly while looking at his wife. He really was ok with me kissing his wife right in front of him? He'd reacted much in the same way as everyone else - not at all.

"Holly is look great Dan" I said with a smile, wondering how far I could push it. Inwardly I tensed up but I had to try... "I'm half tempted to fuck her hear on the floor!"

Dan nodded and laughed while Holly blushed, looking genuinely pleased at the compliment.

"Well," he chuckled, before shielding his mouth as though he was sharing a secret, "Me too to be honest!"

We both laughed at that, me more at how surreal this was turning out.

"The difference of course," Dan explained, "Is that I'd get chucked out for even trying!"

He laughed some more while the words sank in. It seemed he was aware that I could fuck Holly here, in front of everyone. Similarly, he knew that he couldn't. And importantly, he didn't see any strangeness in that contradiction?

"Look," Dan said, "I'm sure you and Holly want to 'catch up' and I'll just be a third wheel so how about I get you a drink. Champagne?"

I nodded and then he quickly turned and walked off. There was no mistaking what he meant by 'catch up' but actually, Holly wasn't why I was here. Still it wouldn't hurt to make use of her....

I pulled the buxom blonde to stand along side me and, hand around her waist, I began looking around. There was so many celebrities here to choose from, how could I possibly decide?

As I absent mindedly let my hand wander up to clumsily grope Holly through her dress, I noticed one woman actually was paying attention to me. In fact she was watching intently, over the rim of her drink, legs crossed as she sat and observed.

She was also someone I definitely wanted - no needed - to have. As she got up, uncurling her legs, and began striding over, I mentally prepped myself.