The Bedroom Blog

How to Handle an Unexpected Orgy Invitation

Chloe meets the real Ram.

By Alessandra Torre

I never expected an orgy invitation to come while I was covered in vomit.

OK, so maybe I wasn't covered in vomit. Maybe I just had specks of it on my shoes. But still. When Ram issued the invite, I started laughing. Hysterically. I couldn't help myself.

"The party's just called Orgy," he quickly interjected, somewhere in the middle of my laughter. "There isn't actually… well, it should be pretty calm for the first hour or so."

"And then?" I accepted the paper towels he held out and did the best job I could wiping down what had once been my favorite pair of stilettos. Hotel security had taken Tiffany to the room, and a housekeeping crew was already attending to her pool of barf.

"I'll get you out of there before it gets crazy," he promised.

And, for about 30 seconds, just long enough to carry the dirty paper towels to the nearest trash can, I thought about it. It was my first trip to Vegas, the only time I'd ever attend a porn star party, but … no. This trip had been crazy enough. I was ready to be back in Manhattan. At that moment, I didn't even know if I still had a job. Nicole had looked furious, and I couldn't blame her. How trashy had our table looked? I was kissing strangers, Tiffany was yelling and stumbling and vomiting, and a fight had broken out, all in the midst of Nicole's award presentation.

"I appreciate the invite, but I'll have to pass." I didn't sit back down next to him. Instead, I stuck out my hand. "It was nice to meet you, Ram."

He stood, towering above me, so handsome and clean-cut in his tuxedo that I almost — for one minute — forgot that he was a porn star. "It's Jason," he said quietly. "Not Ram."

Jason. Much better. I smiled. "Jason."

"I'm sorry about Casey." He tilted his head in the general direction of the ballroom. "She's a little possessive."

I laughed. "It's fine. If you see her, please apologize for Tiffany. I just met her yesterday. I didn't realize she was … would … be like that. And I owe you an apology too. It was your moment — "

"Seriously, shut up. It's fine. I got the trophy, I'm happy." He looked down for a moment and hesitated, like he was searching for words. "I'm sorry about the kiss." He smiled shyly. "A rumor's been going around that I'm gay. I just … with the cameras on me I was hoping to put that to rest. You were the unlucky bystander."

I really couldn't find a proper response. I tried, my mind shifting through five different emotions before I finally sputtered out a reply. "But … your ex! And your … videos."

He laughed. "I make guy-on-guy videos too. And my ex … she's probably the one who started the rumor." His smile fell. "But I should have asked you, not just leaned over and mauled you in front of everyone."

I shrugged. "It wasn't really mauling. And I haven't kissed anyone in — god, months — so trust me, it was nice to feel desired. Even if it wasn't entirely true." 

He reached out an arm and pulled me in for a quick and friendly hug. "Look, if you change your mind about the party …" he fished out a business card and passed it over. "Call me."

I looked down at the red (of course it was red) card that had his name, accolades, and contact info — oh look, he's on Twitter — in silver font.

I stuck the card in my purse. "Thanks but I think an orgy's a little too crazy for me. For this trip at least." I smiled.

"It's just the name!" he reminded me. "You know party planners and their names."

I stepped back, and gave him a final wave. "It was nice to meet you Jason. Good night."

"Night."

And that was the end of Friday. I went up to Pet Hotel and collected Chanel. Changed quietly into pajamas and crawled into bed, Chanel happily diving under the covers next to me. From the other side of the room, Tiffany snored.

The last thing I remember, before falling asleep, was checking my phone for a text from Nicole and seeing none. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad one.