Relax and mingle in the lounge

You and Sara head to the bar in the lounge area and get glasses of wine to take the edge off the tension of the crowded room. As you casually chat she nods to a handsome man moving away from the bar trying hold five beers.

"He's very sweet," she comments, "but he tends to get a bit frisky with his 'massage'. The last time I took him up on his offer about one minute into the massage he had his tongue up my ass."

You laugh so hard you almost spill your wine. More people start coming over to the bar looking for drinks, so you and Sara move away, but keep to the walls. There aren't enough couches for all of the people crowded into the big room, so many are standing around the walls either waiting for a seat or observing the other people there.

"Well," she says after a few sips of wine, "have a look and let me know if anyone interests you."

You lean against her, glad to have her by your side. As you survey the group of people gathered in the room the first thing you notice is the somewhat dizzying familiarity of many of them. There are a lot of faces you kind of recognize, but they're all dressed up or showing off curves you didn't even know they had.

One particular face that jumps out at you is an older black man. It takes you a moment, because he's wearing a chocolate and black pinstripe suit, but you realize it's John Cooley. He is your stepfather's boss. On his arm is the stunning Asian woman you remember is his wife, although you can't recall her name. You shift your position a little bit hoping Mr. Cooley won't notice you.

You survey the rest of the gathering to see if anyone grabs your interest.

"Ooooh," you say, "she's nice."

You discreetly direct Sara's attention to a tall and curvy redhead with pale skin. She sort of reminds you of a real life Jessica Rabbit, only her figure isn't taken to that ****.

"Very hot," Sara agrees. "Looks like she's with a man."

You notice the man sitting next to her with one hand on the woman's thigh. He's short and skinny, with very tanned skin and greasy black hair that is slicked back over a bald patch on his head. He looks to be in his mid 30s and is well-dressed, but very unattractive.

"Hmmmm," you continue your search.

Sitting on the couch chatting with one of the sexier cougars is a college-aged man dressed in khakis and a polo shirt. His medium length brown hair is parted down the middle and he had bangs that flop over his forehead. His strong jaw and tan skin, not to mention his muscular physique draw your eye. You don't recognize him, but he probably was a senior about the time you started high school.

The one guy who can't take his eyes off of you is a bronze-skinned man with a thinning white buzzcut who looks to be in his 50s or early 60s. He just stares boldly at you, ignoring the woman at his side on the couch and sipping a scotch.

"Who is that guy?" You ask Sara.

"Mr. Crassle," she says, a hint of disgust in her voice. "He's a big business wheel, which is the only reason he gets invited to any of these parties. He's a rough and unpleasant guy. I've never hooked up with him, but I know a few girls who have and..."

She shakes her head.

"Anyway, if you want to hook up with him you can count me out," she takes your hand and squeezes it. "But I really suggest you stay away. He's a creep."

You chat about a few other people and sip your wine, a few guys come up and hit on you or Sara, but none of them are too interesting. You tell Sara who you have narrowed it down to and she seems to like your choices.

"I would be up for a," she blushes a bit, "you know, a three-way or whatever, if you wanted to."

You pat her butt and she jumps and giggles. She gives yours a smack in return.