hed been to some pretty outrageous parties

                                              a particularly memorable one

in a crowded livingroom two fleshy women engaged in a lively sixtynine on a hardwood coffee table

he hung around to see who came first

                                                  made no bets

   he wasnt invited

crashed it

most of those parties he crashed

    this was another in that category

entering crossing an expansive foyer what he thought were incense simmeringthin whispers of smoke emitted from slender metalworked wall sconces swirleddivined by passing bodies turned out to be smouldering Thai sticks

                           itd been some time since he partook

he took deeply

wandering deeper inside amid attractive people he excused his way to where an complete bar was set up

a help-yourself

he helped

then meandering sipping from a tall whisky and soda three icecubes looking for some funsome game she crossed his path

unattended

maybe a meanderer like him

she was spectacular

making a beeline towards her she saw him coming didnt divert he wondered how the hell it was possible to pack all those curves onto such a short frame

maybe  five feet tall

she beat him to the punch

                             You’re new.

amicably Youre a sight for sore eyes

You have no idea what sore is.

he was lost for words

she smiled  turned away from him  began up a hall that lead into a wing of the house

as she walkedChrist she undid untied unbuttoned garmentsdropped them on the exquisitelypatterned runner laid over the wood parquet herringbone floor

                                                                   Think he was overstimulated

Well he thought as he followed Feels like a dare          

supposed he had to discover what sore was what it entailed

as he followed gulped his drink  set the glass on a console table   and either a bit of it splashed onto his chin or was spittle

                     aroused word entered his mind

casually she kicked off her heels

naked to her skirt  luxurious black hair across her shoulders sweeping her back she went left through an open doorway Said the spider to the fly he thought                                                                                                                 he said Inya go

must have heard him  

she laughed gayly

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