The guests begin to arrive

About thirty seconds later there was a knock at the door. Bill lumbered to his feet and answered it. “Hey Trigs, how you been? You ready to lose all your money?”

“Haha, fuck off man! Just because I gave you a bit of charity last time doesn’t mean you’re getting any this time!” came the reply from a wheezy voice.

“Charity! As if! You just kept falling for my bluffs,” said Bill as he reentered the dining room, followed by another man about the same age. His arms and legs were on the skinnier side, but he had a prominent beer belly. He was bald with a full goatee and moustache. He wore a shirt that was too big for him everywhere except his belly, where it was stretched tight. He stopped as he caught sight of Emily, staring at her first with shock, then with hunger. “Who the hell is that Bill? How much are you paying for a sweety like her?”

“That’s Emily, and I'm paying her jack shit! She’s here because she wanted to come and help out.” Emily baulked at Bill giving her real name to his friend, realising they should have agreed to a fake name beforehand.

“Fucking bullshit! There’s no way a cute young thing like her would voluntarily hang out with a fat old fuck like you, you must have come into some money recently but don’t want to tell me! Oh well, it doesn’t matter to me, I’ll take it all from you tonight anyway!”

“Haha, believe whatever you want!” Bill turned to Emily. “Now come on slut, are going to offer my friend a drink or just stand there getting lubed up over him eye **** you?”

“Oh, sorry. Umm, Trigs?” Emily said, not sure of his name

“Yeah, that’s right, short for Trigger, on account of my itchy trigger finger when I was on the ****.”

Bill laughed. “This man has the most firearm discharges in the state; earned himself an early retirement when those libs started all that ‘defund the police’ shit.”

“That’s right, I was on paid administrative leave for four and a half years before I officially retired last year!”

“So, what would you like to drink?” Emily found herself saying as her mind reeled with what a despicable character this friend of Bill’s was.

“I’ll just have a beer thanks love.”

Emily turned and walked into the kitchen. She heard Trigger whistle behind her. “Damn, look at that fucking ass! Look at the freakin’ jiggle! There's no way you didn’t pay for that shit dude.”

Emily grabbed a beer out of the fridge, popped the top and returned to the dining room. She handed it to Trigger. “Thanks darling,” he said with a smug grin, looking back up from staring at her cleavage. Emily felt her nipples harden as she felt his gaze as a tingling across the skin of her chest.

She turned to Bill. “Do you want a drink as well?”

“Yeah, give me a rum and coke.” Emily returned to the kitchen and grabbed a tumbler out of the cupboard, put some ice, coke and a splash of rum in, before carrying it out to Bill. Him and Trigger were now seated at the table. Emily watched as he took a sip, hoping she’d got the amount of rum right. He gave her a slight nod. She breathed a sigh of relief, until she saw an evil glint in his eye.

“Now where the fuck are the snacks!” he said indignantly, spanking her on the ass. “Well come on, go and get them, stupid slut.” Emily hastily headed into the kitchen as Trigger watched on with eyes wide. She quickly put some chips and dip into some bowls and headed out with them balanced in her arms.

Just then there was another knock at the door. “Actually, can you get the door first?” Bill asked, not looking up at her. Emily came to a halt, unsure if she should put the snacks on the table or back in the kitchen. Bill looked over at her to see what the hold up was. “Fuck you’re a dumb bitch! Just put them on the table, then go answer the door.”

Emily blushed bright red at being treated like this in front of a stranger. She quickly put the snacks down on the table before rushing down the hall to the front door, her tits bouncing and her butt jiggling. She pulled the door open to reveal a tall, lanky man who looked to be in his late fifties. He had a long face with hollow cheeks and wrinkles that looked like they were formed purely by scowling. A moment later she was hit by the smell of his cologne and had to stop herself from wrinkling her nose. He was dressed in black jeans and a black dress shirt.

The man stared at her with beady eyes. “Well who the fuck are you?” he said after a moment.

“Hi, I’m, ah,” Emily said, pausing for a second to consider giving a fake name, before realising it would be silly now that Trigger already knew her real name. “I’m Emily. I’m a friend of Bill’s and am helping out by serving drinks and stuff tonight.” She felt another quiver in her stomach and her pussy at giving another total stranger, and a particularly unappealing one at that, her real name.

The man continued to stare expectantly at Emily, who squirmed under his gaze, wondering what he wanted, until she realised that she was still standing in the doorway, blocking his way. She jumped back out of the way and he brushed past her.

“Hey Bill, how you doin’?” he said with what was the closest Emily assumed he ever came to a friendly intonation.

“Hey Clive, glad you could make it! Even if it’s just so I can take more of your money,” Bill taunted.

“Hmph,” was all the reply he got. Clive pulled out a chair and sat down. Emily quickly paced back to the table, still very aware of how much her boobs and butt jiggled as she moved, and set out the snacks properly.

“What can I get you to drink, Clive?” she asked as she finished with the food and stepped back from the table.

“Scotch,” he said without looking at her. She turned and walked back into the kitchen and looked through the bottles. She wasn’t very familiar with drinks, and none of them said scotch. Getting worried she started looking at the backs. Eventually she noticed one of them mentioned Scotland, and not having much else to go on she poured that one into a tumbler, filling it up about half way. She carried it back out into the dining room.

“-don’t usually like paying for dumb whores, but a young one like her seems more worth it,” she heard Clive say. She gritted her teeth and handed him the drink.

“Well at least she knows how to pour a decent amount of scotch, and doesn’t try and dilute it with ice,” he said to Bill after taking a sip. Emily smiled, happy that she hadn’t stuffed up his drink.

She stepped back to the edge of the room, slowly growing bored as they just chatted between themselves for the next ten minutes. Finally Trigger held up his now empty beer bottle and looked over at Emily. She strode over and grabbed it off him, chucked it in the bin in the kitchen, and grabbed him a fresh one from the fridge. As she gave it to him he gave her an appreciative pat on the bottom. “Thanks darl.”

“No worries!” she replied with a smile before she had time to think. She was caught by surprise by her body's positive response to the attention after having been ignored for the last while. “Ugh, I’ll grab you some more snacks,” she said, retreating to the kitchen. She poured some salted nuts into a bowl and walked back to the table. Bill and Clive were in conversation with each other as Trigger watched her approach the table. She felt a thrill run up her spine as he blatantly looked her teen body up and down. She shouldn’t be turned on by a creep like this, he was almost her grandfather’s age! She glanced over to where the webcam was hidden and imagined Tom watching as she was ogled by these old men. He must be getting so jealous she thought happily to herself.

She found herself approaching the space next to Trigger, and bending over extra far to place the bowl in the middle of the table. She felt Trigger’s hand contact her ass. “Thanks for the snacks babe,” he said distractedly. She stayed bent over, adjusting the rest of the snacks, as he rubbed her butt in small, timid circles. She then stood back, flashed him a smile and stepped back to the corner.