In to the party!

Bria breathlessly pushed through the front doors, looking around eagerly. It was a little disappointing to see it looking like a normal party, instead of a bunch of hollywood actors, but she remembered that it was all for background footage. The real stars might arrive later, so she should try scoping out the best locations to be seen.

A table by the door held drinks, while an open closet was piled with coats and purses. Figuring she wouldn't need hers she found a hook on the side, hanging it up behind the coats. That'd be safe, she figured, turning to the table, not noticing her little purse falling into some other girl's giant-sized bag.

Opened bottles of beer covered its surface, strangely left alone in spite of the multiple partiers. She saw a number of the people wandering in from other rooms with drinks, so she guessed this was the welcome table and other drinks were further inside.

"Have a drink, sexy," Jim said from behind, making her jump in startlement. "Sorry love, have a couple drinks," he offered, putting two cold beers in each of her hands before she could adjust the hem of her mini, which had raised a little higher to show a little more than just the very bottom of her firm asscheeks. Her thongs, sunk beneath the engorged folds of her sex, was just barely visible

"Oh, uh,"

"Go on, they're complimentary," he said, confirming her idea of a welcoming table.

Nodding, and feeling a little naughty, buzzed by lack of food and the earlier beers she licked around the edge of one, pouting her lips around it's rim like it was a cock before she took it deeper.

"Oh hot!" Jim told her, catching it all on film. Even if he hadn't there were dozens of hidden cameras set up in the house by the pre-party preparations. They'd even remove most of them after.

Bria actually giggled, mimicking the sucking of a cock, an act she was well acquainted with, and portrayed convincingly.

"Damn I wish that was my cock," he said boldly, making her wink. A hint of a blush stained her cheeks and she pulled out the beer, much to his disappointment. He must've made a sound to that effect because she smirked before tilting the beer and her head back, sliding it in and it's contents down her throat.

She'd realized a couple years ago, back when beer was definitely on the taboo list, that chugging a beer and deepthroating a cock were achieved by the same means. Once she'd realized that chugging a beer was simplicity itself, something she demonstrated by pouring the odd-tasting beer straight down her gullet.

"Whoa! I bet you can't do the other one in a single gulp too," Jim dared.

Giggling and light-headed Bria shook a finger at him before demonstrating that yes indeed she could.

Jim shook his head in amazement, not so much at her act as that they'd lucked out on getting a tart like this. More beautiful than any they'd had before, somehow both innocent and naughty, yet dressed like either a slut or a whore. And, fortunately, totally oblivious to the little additives they'd put in the beers.

"Wh... where's the garbage?" she asked, blinking around the room. I should get some food. Or beers, she thought.

"Oh at the back of the house, love. Just take those with you, someone will point the way."

Jim smirked as he watched her go, her minidress sliding up like tight skirts do. With her hands full she forgot entirely about pulling it down like any modest girl would.