She's hustled out to Luther's friends

"Work?" Rachel perked up. "Give me a second to clean up and..."

"Don't worry, you look great," he said, grabbing her hand and towing her out the door. "My friends'll love you."

Luther yanked open the door as Rachel tried to protest, then steered her to the right, through the door at the end of the hall.

"Oh," was all Rachel could think to say as she spotted a room full of women and men, all dressed for a party. Most of them were pricey clothes that made hers look downright cheap as rags. The few that didn't seemed to be getting led around like showdogs, hands patting their rumps as Rachel stared around her.

Did she know that guy over there from some movie? And was that woman over there a model? She couldn't really be sure from this distance, or the constant yanks Luther made which kept her off balance and her free hand flailing for support.

"Guys," Luther said, reaching a group of men and women. "This is Rachel; she's looking for work."

Rachel pasted a smile on her face as four guys looked at her, three of them with girls on their laps. The guys looked a lot like Luther, older and kind of paunchy but dressed in suits she thought were probably expensive. The women, on the other hand, looked like trophies in their minidresses as the men's hands settled or stroked wherever they wanted.

"Hi guys!" she said brightly, having some doubts about how helpful Luther's friends would be. When Luther put both hands on her bum cheeks she straightened, putting her hands on top of his. "Hey, um, I've been really eager to party in the A. If you know what I mean?"