The end of the party

Suddenly, the stench of **** turned thicker. The charity event, now that all the pleasantries were done, delegated into something less professional. Aaron dared to say it was close to chaos. Couples started leaving in droves, no doubt about to get down and dirty.

If Lucius wasn't with her, he was sure Tanya would have wanted to leave with him. Her fuck-me eyes were digging into his back and as they came closer to departure he realized he couldn't ignore her any longer.

"You know," Tanya whispered, grabbing ahold of him when he came close, "I hold Lucius's cock in a pencil grip. With yours, I can extend my thumb." She snickered into his ear and pulled back with a sly smile.

Now loud enough for bystanders to hear, Tanya said, "I hope to see you again, Mr. Reigner." Her left hand, which had been on his waist, brushed his rear. Lucius was right there in front of him, watching unknowingly.

"Next time," Aaron replied.

The husband-wife pair left. There was commotion and a ton of applause but as the time dragged by the hall was almost empty. He thought he was nearing the end of the night. Nope.

'Like mother, like daughter, I suppose.'

Tamara Fox came up to him with the same swagger as her mother and was accompanied by two familiar faces: Iman Avesta and Jaina Hudson. Tam didn't need to speak either. The diligent Iman did all the work for her and there was nothing he could realistically say to bud out.

"Come. We're about to leave with some others," Iman said. "It'll be nice company."

Aaron held in a sigh. "Sure."

The very same black limo came at the front outside. The fancy dress and suits of Tam, Jaina, Iman, Hadiyah, Vol, and Jace. Four women, four men, all young and tipsy. In Jace's case, his cheeks were so pink that he was basically drunk. Ironic.