Let's bang a starlet

Mrs. Adams might be drunk and hot, but she had to be forty. Natasha and Tanya were stunning, but so were a lot of the starlets around the pool and Matt figured all of those starlets were used to using their bodies to promote their careers. It seemed pretty much the reason they'd been invited to this party in the first place. A number of older men, some with truly horrible bodies, were surrounded by beautiful woman who seemed willing to do anything and, in a couple of not-very-discreet cases, were actually doing just about anything including multi-girl blowjobs and full-out sex in dressing rooms, around corners, and even in the hot tub.

Surely Matt could find one willing to do him.

He spotted Natalie and Tanya and called them over. "Tanya," he said, "I think your mom has had a little too much to drink. Why don't you take her inside? Natasha, if you wouldn't mind handling the bar for a few minutes, I'll gather up some of the used glasses and do a little cleanup."

It wasn't the most convincing excuse but he figured Natalie would be happy to get access to the **** and he really needed to be able to wander around.

"Sure Matt," Natalie said.

Tanya didn't say anything but she grabbed her mom and half-dragged her into the house.

Matt found an empty tray and started out picking up abandoned drinks, cleaning ash trays that, for the most part, looked like they'd been used for cannabis rather than tobacco, and sought out a starlet who wasn't occupied trying to win favor with the man who might make her career.

It didn't take Matt long to learn an important lesson--the starlets weren't there because they were horny. They were there because they wanted to be discovered, wanted someone who would pay their rent while they spent their lives going from audition to audition, wanted a man who could improve their lives. A high school student whose biggest financial expectation was making a few bucks from a bartending gig was, simply put, invisible.

The fifth starlet he approached grabbed him by the chin. "Look, Lothario, I know we all look **** and we are, but we're doing our jobs, same as you're supposed to be doing. So, why don't you go back to the bar and put more **** in the drinks so these asshole men will fall asleep and stop pawing at us or so we can get drunk and not have to notice that we're whoring ourselves to a bunch of assholes who don't give a shit about us, who are cheating on their wives and mistresses, and who will mostly ignore any promises they make to us anyway? Huh?"

"Ah, yeah. Thanks for the advice."

She patted him on the head. "Back to work, baby."