First Time Party

By Leslie Schmidt

The only light in the room was coming from the computer where a screen saver butterfly flitted between flowers in an animated field. Sara and Ming were laying on the day-bed, head to toe-or more exactly, head to hip. They were both on their backs, having a few minutes earlier brought each other to lovely climaxes while laying on their sides.

Now, Sara's feet were up on the head board. Ming's thighs were across her arm, her elbow was bent and she had her hand on Ming's thigh. Ming only had one of Sara's thighs across her arm, her forearm was warm against Sara's sex, between her legs, and her hand was on Sara's stomach. They were both relaxed, enjoying the light breeze from the ceiling fan that cooled them.

It had been a great meeting after spending most of the summer apart. Ming had spent most of July and August in San Francisco with her Dad's family while Sara had been in a church Day Camp when her mother was at work. School would be starting in a week and a half; they were both looking forward to it but were nervous that they might not be in the same class.

"They say fourth grade is really hard," Sara said in the dark.

"Yeah, but I can't wait to get back in school," Ming replied.

They were quiet for a minute; Sara was just closing her eyes when Ming talked again.

"Sara, what's it like with Charlie or Joe?"

Sara came awake. "Well,..." she giggled, "I don't know..."

"Are they, you know, different?"

Sara was quiet for a second, thinking. "Joe's a lot bigger than Charlie, if that's what you mean."

"Did he hurt?"

"I was scared that he would but, no, he was really nice...nice and big..." the two girls giggled together.

"I've only been with Daddy," Ming said. "I just wonder what other guys are like."

"I've only been with Joe and Charlie," Sara said. "Mommy said I shouldn't be doing it with your daddy, that he was yours."

"I'd like to see what it's like with Joe or Charlie, but I think it would make my daddy mad," Ming said, almost to herself. "We do it almost every night."

"You do?!" Sara lifted her head and looked down at her friend. "I've only ever done it in the movies, and that one night when Mommy spent the night at Sally's."

"Do you like it that your mommy and Sally are together?" Ming asked.

"Yeah, Mommy's really happy, I think they're in love."

"Do you do it with them?"

"No," Sara replied, "only that once, in the movie."

Sara pulled her arm out from under her friend and sat up. Then she reached over and pulled the sheet and blanket up, then lay down on top of her friend while she pulled the covers over them.

"You can ask your daddy if you can make a movie with Charlie," she said.

"I'd be afraid Daddy'd be mad," Ming replied. She lifted her head and kissed Sara.

Sara rolled off to the side and the two girls cuddled to each other. In a couple of minutes they were both asleep.

***************

"Hey Joan, its Joe."

"Hi, how's it going?" Joan replied. She was driving, on her way to work after dropping Sara off. She looked at her watch; it was kind of early for Joe to be calling. "What'cha need?"

"I was wondering if I could meet you for lunch," Joe said. "Actually, I want to see you and Mat. We've arranged to meet at the Chili's on Katella Avenue at 11:30. Can you make it?"

Joan made a quick calculation. "Yeah, I guess so, I can take a bit of a long lunch, I guess."

"Great," Joe said.

"What's this about?"

"I have a...well it's a proposition I have...I want to borrow Ming and Sara."

"You want to make another movie?" Joan asked.

"No, it's not a movie..."

"Well...," Joan was skeptical.

"We'll talk at lunch."

***************

Joe and Mat beat her to the restaurant; she slid into her seat and put her purse in her lap.

"Wow, you look great!" Joe said.

"Thanks, office dress...you know."

Matt was in jeans and a polo shirt with his company's logo, Joe had on a tie.

The three made small talk until their lunch arrived-a burger for Mat, quesadillas for Joe, and a chicken breast salad for Joan.

"Well, let me get started," Joe said after his first bite. "As you can imagine, I have some friends with quite a bit of influence, otherwise I'd be shut down fast."

"My guess, a lot worse than that," Mat said.

"A lot worse for all of us," Joan added.

"Well, one of my friends is having a party this weekend, and he's asked me if your girl's would like to put on a show," Joe said, holding his fork.

Mat and Joan looked at him blankly while the idea set in.

"And he's willing to pay, pay quite a bit."

"How much?" Mat asked after a pause.

Joe pulled out a pen and wrote on a napkin, then reached across the table and put it between Mat and Joan.

"$25,000-Each"

Joan was speechless with shock.

"What's your cut?" Mat asked.

"I keep my friend."

"And all they'll do is...with each other?" Joan said, her voice strained.

"That's all...they won't be asked for anything else."

"Are we invited?" Joan asked with a small sneer.

"No," Joe said, "but I'll be there to take care of them."

"Nothing else?" Mat asked.

"I'll be frank," Joe looked at the two. "The girl's aren't expected to put out but, well, in the past, well, the environment has caused some girl's to...shall I say...go further than expected. But, I make sure that if anyone says 'no', or even looks uncomfortable, I'll put a stop to it. And that has happened before, when one of the girl's started looking uncomfortable I invited her to sit with me. Later her mom told me she was grateful."

"Your friend has a lot of money-fifty grand for an evening's entertainment." Joan paused, "How many people will be there?"

"Probably fifteen or twenty; it's usually a pretty good laundry list from Hollywood and around LA."

"What have you, provided, before?" Mat asked.

"Usually just a few youngsters to be...well...usually I provide four of five little ones who play in the pool, maybe the older ones carry around trays of drinks. A couple of times Charlie has put on a show."

"That doesn't sound like it'd be too expensive," Mat said.

"Well, no...usually there's an arrangement for one of the...entertainers...to meet the host later. But, this time it's different, and the pay is a lot higher," Joe said.

"That aught to about pay off that little Honda," Mat said to Joan.

"Just about," Joan mused. It wasn't lost on her (or Mat) that it was in their best interest to keep Joe's friends happy.

"Of course," Joe continued, "the girls have to agree. And under the circumstances, do you think I should ask...they might find it easier to say 'no' to me."

"Naw," Mat said, "frankly, I think Ming'll go for it. She'll think it'll be a lot of fun."

"What about Sara?" Joe asked Joan.

"Well, I'll have to ask but, I'd be a bit surprised if she said no," Joan answered. "You know, she really likes you, Joe. She'd pretty much do anything for you."

"Will there be any filming?" Mat asked.

"Absolutely not...these are public figures, they don't want anyone knowing about this."

They continued the meal with small talk and left with promises to call that evening. Joan also said she'd ask Sara if she wanted to make another movie-Joan knew that Sara wanted to. Still, on the drive back to work she called Sally.

"Tell me about this mysterious party Joe wants the girls to go to."

"He's a...well...an elected official, you'd probably know him. He has a house in the mountains up near Temecula. Don't worry; none of these parties have gone off track, the girls always come back happy."

They talked until Joan pulled into the parking lot, agreeing to get together at Joan's house over the weekend-they'd go out while Sara was at the party.

*************

The limo pulled into the driveway at 1:30. Sara was so excited that she had been waiting at the window. As instructed, she was wearing her hot pink almost-thong bathing suit under shorts and a shirt. She also had on high-heel sandals that had laces that criss-crossed up her legs to her knees. Her hair shined and fell over her shoulders in waves. She had on a little make-up, earrings, and her mom's favorite cologne. She had gotten a French manicure that morning, on her fingers and her toes. In fact, all three of them had had a pedicure that morning.

"Oh!" she ran back to the front door and kissed her mom, then ran back to were the chauffeur was holding the door. Joe had stepped out and waved, then followed the nine year old back into the limo.

Ming was already in the limo. She was wearing a yellow cotton shorts outfit-a sleeveless button up shirt (with collar) and matching shorts over her bikini. Her sandals were black while Sara's were the same hot pink of her thong.

Ming's dad had done the best he could with her long and thick black hair. It was in two pony tails, one falling over each shoulder. Ming was almost a living anime-her face, large oriental eyes, small nose, mouth, and chin, looked like it had come straight off a Japanese website, despite the fact that she was Chinese.

Ming was tall for her age, and rail thin while Sara, with her shoulder length chestnut hair and middle of the chart weight and height, was purely American. Ming might be a developing basketball player while Sara, even now, was built for beach volley ball.

The girl's hugged, then kissed. Sara slipped Ming some tongue, then they broke apart and giggled.

"It's about an hour and a half there, girls. Do either of you want a drink?" Joe said when he plopped down between them.

"I want a coke," Ming said.

"I'll take a screwdriver," Sara responded.

"I think just orange juice will do," Joe said, eyeing her, "it's still pretty early."

Traffic was slow going south on Euclid until they got on the 22. As they made their way through the 'Orange Crush' interchange Joe passed out the drinks to the girls.

"OK, let me tell you what's going on," he started. Both girls quieted down and looked at him seriously.

"We're going to a party where there will be, oh, maybe 15 people. They are all very rich and important people, some of them you might have seen on TV. I know that you'll think it's mostly boring, so it's OK for you to play in the pool and Mr. Dunter has a great game room. Still, I don't want you to disappear either. Also, you may be asked to help serve, maybe taking trays of drinks around."

"Now, I don't really know exactly how it will play out but, at some point I'm going to call you out and...well...you know what we want you to do. Don't be scared, just relax and have a good time like you did when you made the movie. We'll probably leave around 10 and have you home by midnight."

"I understand you'll be staying the night at Sara's, right?" he said, looking at Ming.

"Yes sir," she replied.

"OK," Sara said. "Do you want us to do anything else?"

"Only if you want to. Later on there'll probably be some people putting on their own shows, you know. It's all kind of a sex party-people do things-show off-it's all for fun. If you want to be part of that, well, that's up to you. But I'll be watching and, if you're uncomfortable just wave to me and I'll come over and get you-I promised both your parents that."

"My daddy said I shouldn't do it with anyone but Sara," Ming said.

"That's perfectly OK," Joe replied.

"Oh, don't lie!" Sara said in a loud voice. "I know you want to do it with Joe!"

Ming smiled and blushed.

Joe smiled to himself, at the same time his cock firmed-he'd been wanting to get with Ming ever since filming her father break her cherry six months ago.

"That's up to you, dear," he said. "I'd love to."

The limo was quiet for a few moments as they got onto the Riverside Freeway to start up into the mountains.

"OK, one last thing," Joe said. "The entire time you're there, you won't need your clothes, so why don't you both get naked now."

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