DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction involving consensual heterosexual intercourse.DISCLAIMER This is a work of fiction involving consensual heterosexual intercourse. As far as the author knows, nothing like the events in this story ever happened, though he fervently wishes they had happened to him. If you're the prudish type who hates anything to do with sex, or if you are not 18 years of age or otherwise below the age of consent in your country, stop reading right now. You have been warned. * * * I walked into the party and looked around. People were dancing to the techno-rave-disco music, each one cooler than the next. This was Beverly Hills, where the guys all have that tall and tan look and the babes are all augmented, capped beauties with hair extensions, where you couldn't shake a stick at all the hairdressers, dentists, and plastic surgeons even if you could get them all together at once. Fake tits don't bother me one bit. I like 'em as much as the real ones, especially if the nipples are always hard. I don't mind capped teeth and hair extensions either. It doesn't matter why a babe looks good, so long as she looks hot to me. And this house was packed with women who made my groin throb with desire. My sister was right when she said I could make contacts here, hopefully my prick would be contacting some Beverly Hills poontang tonight. I grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter and sipped it as I went on into the next room, eying the surgically enhanced babes as I dodged the dancers. My sister was here because her newest boyfriend, the latest in a long string of married Hollywood producers who would promise her a role, take a good helping of her pussy, and dump her when she caught on, was giving the party. I met him for the first time at the front door of the party. He got my name wrong, of course. "Hi Mark," he said, "pleased to meet you. I'm always telling your sister she's sitting on a hell of a career." What a fucking prick! I gritted my teeth and shook his sweaty hand, then excused myself and left the lovebirds alone. |