Danger at Party

G R E G O R Y

Jason fetched me at the hotel at exactly seven with his Maybach.

"Greg, let me say that Hera's party can be a little stiff and boring. Hera is an old school. So, I owe you your whole night," Jason explained as he drove up to the harbor. I've been here in the capital city for a few times for business meet-ups but too busy to meet-up with Jason. This opulent city prides its breathtaking sites that draw million of tourists every year. It has the right mix of classical and modernity.

"No problem, Jaze. We grew up in these kinds of situations," reassuring him.

Hera's party is just pure luxury. I envy their megayacht charter that displays a multimillion pound price. I've got a few under my name but not as grandiose as this.

They say Hera Goldberg's party is nothing short of elegance and grandeur including the fact that there are more Ferrarris parked along the dock per square meter than anywhere else in the world, more money per mile than your local bank and more supermodels per Porseco bottle than the Met Gala, her parties are something to be feasted by the media.

Nothing but spotlight and resounding applause greeted us when we arrived. A tall, voluptuous woman in a gold, body-fitting cocktail dress blocked the light for a moment which I think the best party entrance I've ever had, but she disappeared right into the crowd. I tried to look for her but we were flooded with greetings and smiles as we made our way to Hera on the bow of the boat.

I really don't like being into these things, it makes me more tired than an overtime in the office. I tried to be civil returning the greeting but not that over friendly.

Hera is in her usual warm, welcoming person. She has always been this since the beginning. And damn – she doesn't age at all. She introduced me almost to everybody who is important enough to be in her list of friends.

Jason looked over me with humor and pity. He himself is not into these things.

Hera chatted me throughout the evening with some nice first-class champagne and caviar. Jason approached me since he sensed my misery. He brought with him some sexy and lovely ladies.

"Mum, let Greg enjoy the evening without having him all by yourself," Jason told Hera as he introduced me to the ladies.

"No, Jaze, I am fine. I mean, I couldn't believe Hera prepared all of these, it is truly overwhelming," faking an almost genuine smile to Hera but Jason knew better.

"Oh, come on, don't be fooled. This is more than a social party, it is much more on the business side," Jason whispered behind me and laughed.

Truth to be told, in these parties, you build partnerships, possible investments and profitable connections.

"And I was looking for your sister and I never even found her shadow," Hera said, almost angry.

"Yeah, I was calling her and so is Alfie, but she's not answering her phone. She is probably around sulking. You should know better than drag her here," Jason explained.

"Well, your sister has to learn the ways of society. She's not just some bum, Jason. She is a Goldberg and she should be here supporting family engagements," Hera lectured. "She better show up before the party ends." He then told her Hera that a lot of guests were looking for her.

It was almost ten and the crowd started to grew weary. Not until some cool DJs started the disco party. It dawned on me that people were actually expecting this except Hera. She was enraged and questioning Jason. Lights went out then changed to colored laser lights and disco balls. Everybody went to the main deck, and the girls drag me there. They started dancing and wrapping their bodies around me. I liked nothing better but this.

I am truly thankful that the party turned this exciting and made my evening a lot better. I also met a famous supermodel working for Hera. She was all around me the whole dancing party. Until, everything got littler hotter when it's nearing midnight. She led me to the private cabin. I was a little drunk to refuse. When we got to the cabin, it was dark and so our lust. She got me take off my coat and shirt before the door. Her one piece hot pink cocktail dress dropped to the ground. I was ravishing her neck when she turned on the lights which are unnecessary. I was looking for the bed when I saw beautiful lady in a gold dress stuffing her jacket in a duffel bag. We both froze. My woman noticed her and she cursed. The lady in gold dress left immediately.

Was she the lady at the entrance?

It seems my woman was unsatisfied so she led me on to the bed and continued making out and had a blasting sex before I forgot that this isn't my party.