Part 5 When they reached the hotel bar, they were dismayed to discover that the convention had fairly packed it with bodies, most dressed in some form of outlandish fetish costumes.Part 5 When they reached the hotel bar, they were dismayed to discover that the convention had fairly packed it with bodies, most dressed in some form of outlandish fetish costumes. "Well people," Mandy said, "it looks like we have two choices: wade into that lot and try to find someone who's willing to share a table, or go back to the room and order room service." "I vote for room service," commented Jason, looking at the crowd with a little distaste, "I mean, this place is WEDGED." "Well I vote we wade in," Flora put in, "I LIKE crowds... but then you knew that." "Yeah, we know," Jason shot back sarcastically, "after all, you might get lucky and get felt up." He grinned to take the edge off his words. Flora made an abortive attempt to pinch him and replied, "Look asshole, just because you..." "That's enough, you two," interrupted Mandy, "remember, this isn't a democracy. Since you sluts can't behave maturely, I withdraw the option. We go in." "Yes, Ma'am," the two replied in unison, looking somewhat less than subdued, and happily making childish faces at each other behind Mandy's back. Mandy tapped a man wearing a tutu on the shoulder and motioned for him to step aside. After turning to look at her, he lowered his gaze and complied, and the three of them pressed into the crowd, Flora and Jason following her lead. After prowling through the masses for what seemed like 15 minutes, Mandy stopped in frustration. She looked around their position, and seemed to pick a table at random. It was a small cocktail table with two stools, both occupied by a young single couple. Mandy moved closer. "Excuse me," Mandy said to the woman, "would you mind if we share your table- it's awfully crowded in here." The woman looked the three of them up and down slowly before replying. She smiled. "Not at all. Here, you can take Jerry's chair." She gave a look to Jerry, who promptly vacated his stool. "I'm Billy, and this is Jerrold." Billy was a big woman, her cleavage practically bursting out of her vinyl dress, and her rear overflowing the bar stool in several places. |