She wants to have one last fling before her wedding

"I came to this party tonight looking for someone to hook up with John," she tells you, "as sort of a "last fling before marriage" thing."

"Well, certainly I'm honored that you chose me Whitney," you tell her, wanting to make good on your chance to get in between those long legs of hers, "but don't you think if we're going to do that, we should get out of here first?"

"I knew I liked you," she teases you, squeezing your dick as you squeeze her ass, "absolutely we should. I already paid for a hotel room for the night. It would be a shame if we never got to put it to good use."

All you could do was nod your head in response, since you were still in shock that Whitney Port, who has so much fame she could probably have any guy at the party, thought enough of you to have one last romp in the hay with before being tied down for life.

"Go get us some drinks for the road and meet me outside in ten minutes," she tells you as you go off and buy one of every drink left at the bar, Whitney squeezing your ass as you do.

And as you headed outside, you thanked your lucky stars that you were going to be, well, one of the lucky ones that left this party with a hook-up for the night.