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OOC: This is open to anyone who wants to play
just make the characters relative to the setting, which will be a sort of personal 20th high school reunion party, with maybe a couple characters of fortune, like a neighbor or something. Thanks and I hope you like it!!
Ivette, 39, 5'6" 110 lbs, shoulder-length black hair, lightning blue eyes. As a rich and successful lawyer she is confident and everything she does. Except, in her personal life. She hasn't had a date in months, and hasn't been laid in over a year. She recently, last year, missed her real 20th high school reunion, but, to make up for it, has invited everyone she knew, well or not, from her high school to her house, a huge 3-story 6 bedroom villa just out of town, for her own bash. "Please, everyone is welcome to attend!" her invites ended almost pleadingly.
IC:
Ivette glanced into the mirror one last time to make sure her make-up was perfect. She had already spent 9 hours today getting ready, but, she wasn't going to miss this oppurtunity for anything.
Her love life, and more importantly her sex life, had dried up as of late. Why she could never know. She was attractive, wealthy, and, as sad as it was, easy. The last man she slept with was a valette to an important restaurant downtown. She had pretended that she had a midnight rendez-vous with a co-worker to her friends and she didn't want to go home to an empty bed. So, she flashed a nipple to the boy, she guessed he was all of 20 and not all that impressive, and rubbed his crotch a little and ended up half-satisfied in the backseat of her car.
But, that was behind her. She must have sent out a hundred inviites if only 10 of them cum, errr, come, she corrected her own thoughts.
She turned and walked back into her public room and took another look at her clothes. She wore a tight white dress, ending upper-mid-thigh and showing quite a bit of cleavage. She wore no bra, but had on lacy white panties, which she was intent on being out of by night's end. She sat down and lit a cigarette, then looked down at her seven-inch heeled pumps, indeed, she had pulled out all the stops tonight.
If only someone would come. She looked at the clock, 7:51 PM. Her invites said 8:00 PM. Oh, please, at least someone be here, she pleaded in her own mind. Let it be one of those gorgeous football players, or hell, she'd settle for a pretty cheerleader. She uncrossed her legs and fiddled with her skirt as she took another drag from her cigarete. She was getting excited and no one was coming. She recrossed her legs and blew the smoke out. Please, please, please, I don't want to have to break out Mr. 10-inch tonight!!
Ivette, 39, 5'6" 110 lbs, shoulder-length black hair, lightning blue eyes. As a rich and successful lawyer she is confident and everything she does. Except, in her personal life. She hasn't had a date in months, and hasn't been laid in over a year. She recently, last year, missed her real 20th high school reunion, but, to make up for it, has invited everyone she knew, well or not, from her high school to her house, a huge 3-story 6 bedroom villa just out of town, for her own bash. "Please, everyone is welcome to attend!" her invites ended almost pleadingly.
IC:
Ivette glanced into the mirror one last time to make sure her make-up was perfect. She had already spent 9 hours today getting ready, but, she wasn't going to miss this oppurtunity for anything.
Her love life, and more importantly her sex life, had dried up as of late. Why she could never know. She was attractive, wealthy, and, as sad as it was, easy. The last man she slept with was a valette to an important restaurant downtown. She had pretended that she had a midnight rendez-vous with a co-worker to her friends and she didn't want to go home to an empty bed. So, she flashed a nipple to the boy, she guessed he was all of 20 and not all that impressive, and rubbed his crotch a little and ended up half-satisfied in the backseat of her car.
But, that was behind her. She must have sent out a hundred inviites if only 10 of them cum, errr, come, she corrected her own thoughts.
She turned and walked back into her public room and took another look at her clothes. She wore a tight white dress, ending upper-mid-thigh and showing quite a bit of cleavage. She wore no bra, but had on lacy white panties, which she was intent on being out of by night's end. She sat down and lit a cigarette, then looked down at her seven-inch heeled pumps, indeed, she had pulled out all the stops tonight.
If only someone would come. She looked at the clock, 7:51 PM. Her invites said 8:00 PM. Oh, please, at least someone be here, she pleaded in her own mind. Let it be one of those gorgeous football players, or hell, she'd settle for a pretty cheerleader. She uncrossed her legs and fiddled with her skirt as she took another drag from her cigarete. She was getting excited and no one was coming. She recrossed her legs and blew the smoke out. Please, please, please, I don't want to have to break out Mr. 10-inch tonight!!