Men. In tuxedos

Ushering the girls into the room, you smile at the occupants. It's a large room, decorated with chairs and couches, and populated by men in tuxedos. Seven of them. Eight, including you.

"Gentlemen, let me present Lisa Carter and Amy Terrence," you announce, smiling at the assembled men. "Ladies, Mr. Gavin will take over the introductions from here." You step aside and watch Gavin lead the two pretty young women from man to man. You recognize all of them. Two other senior executives of your company, three important clients, an influential city politician. All of them wealthy, powerful, and in one way or another in some kind of debt to Jim Gavin.

You make yourself a drink and watch, drifting closer to the action, enjoying the image of the girls being flattered by and flirting with powerful men. You see the hungry rapacious eyes of the men, perhaps because you're looking for them, but Amy and Lisa seem oblivious.

As Jim Gavin completes the introductions he turns, smiling at you, his eyes lidded and predatory.

"Unfortunately, ladies, the other feminine elements were unable to attend tonight. However, that means that you two beautiful young woman will be the center of attention. I hope that isn't too much of a burden." The other men in the room drift slowly about, gradually enclosing the two girls without seeming to. You step forward, handing the two a champagne flute each.

"Here's to you two, and a great evening," you say, smiling and raising a glass. "Hopefully you enjoy it as much as your trip to Cancun," you conclude with a deadpan voice, staring into Lisa's face, and having the satisfaction of seeing alarm flicker in her eyes.