Find the redhead you came with

Shit, you think, you came with a redhead as your “date.” If you could find her, you’d be on your way.

But as the party thumps back to life, that feels like a dubious proposition. You scan the packed crowd, starting to feel like you’ll never...

Wait, there she is, heading over to the bar with a load of cum on her face. No, wait, two loads.

What a strange, fucked up, delightful place Hollywood is.

You run over. “Hi Kara”

She wears a big smile, although it seems to take a moment for her to remember who you are. “Uh.... hi”

“Looks like you’re enjoying yourself”

“Yup. How about you?”

“Well not really”

She shrugs “Too bad” and starts to walk away with a drink

“But you can help. You can do me a big favor.” You feel like you have this in the bag.

“Yeah, but I kinda barely know you so...”

“Do you want to get out of here and go to a better party?” Who wouldn’t, you think.

Kara, as it turns out. “Kinda liking this party” she points to the loads of jizz on her pretty face.

“Yeah but this would be a party where you’re special...”

“The Red Angel Gala, right? This is what you’re talking about?” Kara seems to know about it. “Kinda wasn’t invited.”

“We could crash. You’re not going to give in that easily. It’d be fun.” You feel that perhaps you’re starting to sound ****. But you so badly want to be where Emma Stone and her soft, wet, exposed twat are. “Isn’t there anything I can do to combine you?” You ask.

And Kara grins, leaning in toward you. “Well... eating me out would be a start”

You look around. You’re on the edge of the dance floor. Squeezed among the crowd.

“Right here?” You ask. You’ve had your share of sexual adventures. You’re no novice. But this would be new.

“Of course” Kara seems to think it’s no big deal. But you’re just a bit hesitant. “You have two seconds to get down on your knees and...”

She doesn’t have to finish her sentence. You drop.

She hikes up her skirt, not wearing panties, which is about the least surprising thing that’s happened tonight.

And there you are, face to cunt. You thought maybe the sense of the crowd would go away, fade into the back of your mind.

But no, they’re still very much there as you push your face into her crotch and begin to dine.

Kara whimpers just a bit at first. Your tongue slicks at the various parts of her pussy. Eventually, teasingly it makes its way to her clit. And when it does you start to lick and suck with reckless abandon.

Kara’s whimpers turn to moans. Louder. Then louder. People around you start to take notice.

You lick, lick, lick. You feel her body shake, her thighs quiver. Your face gets wetter and wetter. Kara gets louder and louder.

With all due humility, you know you’re pretty good at this. And now so does Kara who is clearly suppressing giving into the temptation to outright scream.

Kara cums. A few people around you clap.

And after she’s done re-composing herself and you’re done wiping clean your face, you return to the topic you started with.

“Well? Are we going to the redhead angel party?”

Kara sighs. “See... in addition to not being invited, I’m kinda not dressed as an angel. Kinda the opposite.”

You grimace. “You said if I ate you out...”

“It would be a good start.” It’s true, that is what Kara said. “But you can’t blow out of here after that performance. I’ll make you an honest deal.”

You’re not sure exactly how much you trust Kara at this moment, but you’ll hear her deal. “What is it?”

“20” she smiles. This means nothing to you and she can tell from your confused expression. “You eat out 20 girls here and then we’ll go to that other thing.”

An odd request from a girl, you think. “You like to watch?” You ask.

“I like to share. Especially when I find something worth sharing. What do you say?”