Party

You cut your trip to England short. You simply aren't missing Sara's party. She greets you at the door.

"I'm so glad you made it. I was worried your money had gone to your head."

"Wouldn't have missed it for the world. You look great the upcoming wedding is making you glow."

"I've been dealing with a little stomache bug it's helping keep the weight off. You should see Di if you think I look good. Her agent is trying to arrange for a cover."

She pulls you in and calls, "Di."

Di comes over. You almost whistle. She has always been attractive, now she looks like a sex goddess. Thin, muscular, large perfect breasts, everything about her screams sex. Even though you are straight, you could envision waking up next to her.

"Wow, hi Di."

"Tara! Congratulations on the lottery. How does it feel to be filthy rich?"

"Pretty good. How does it feel to be a fucking supermodel."

She laughs. "Pretty fucking good. I am actually considering porn. I got offered a ridiculous contract."

The three of you mingle, drink, and party the night away.

As you leave the next morning, you feel a winning streak headed your way. It will be another few weeks of working twenty four, seven before Sara's wedding.

"Oh well, off to Greece."

Two weeks later you hear the news.