Love & Orgasms

An Unexpected Orgy - Part One

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Jessica's POV.

"I have a Masters degree, I have nothing to be scared of," I mutter to myself as I walk up the long, long drive.

Why is the drive so damn long? Why am I in five-inch heels?

Seriously, these heels are bigger than most dicks I know. I don't know why I thought wearing them tonight would make me feel more confident. The premise was that they would add even more height to my 5"8 body, but right now, they're nothing but a hinderance.

I had the taxi drop me off at the corner so that no one will see me rocking up in an Uber. From the looks of things, this place is hella fancy. There are so many supercars parked outside the three storey mansion, it's a joke.

I should have used the town car my father insists on making available for me, but I'm avoiding talking to him and I would have had to contact him for the booking. An Uber was a much more appealing option, even if it did mean that I'm now walking up a mile-long drive in heels designed for minimal exercise.

My phone buzzes and I check my messages. There's a text from Samantha and a snap from her as well. I open it and smile, feeling relieved that the girls in the picture -Samantha and Ebony- are both wearing white dresses similar to mine. I wasn't sure if my bodycon white dress with low cowl neck was right, but apparently it was a good choice.

In all honesty, I was shocked that I was invited to this party tonight. I'm pretty sure Jack Harrington hates my guts. We both work in the same research department and my master's thesis was published last month, inadvertently disproving a theory he had put forward last year. I didn't intentionally try to humiliate him, my data simply disproved his.

He found out when I warned him beforehand and told me not to publish the thesis. I told him there was no way I was redoing my entire thesis for my masters just to help him save face. He didn't like that answer. My thesis was published, my masters completed and Jack's theory disproven. Claims that he is a mockery now are exaggerated. A couple of our mutual friends ribbed him and he was embarrassed, but it's not like he's not lost his job or anything. The department still wants him.

Anyway, that's why I was surprised to get his invitation to a Black & White party. I was unsure about going until our friend Samantha told me she would be going. Samantha has been convincing me to go all week. My ex, Philip, broke up with me six months ago and I've yet to get back out on the dating scene. I slept with one guy a week after the break-up as a revenge fuck, but since then it's been almost six months since I've gotten laid and frankly, I'm horny. I'm wearing a fuck-me dress on purpose because I fully intend on taking someone back to my flat tonight. I'm shaved, moisturised and ready to go.

Knowing that everyone is already inside, I make my way to the front door. The guard at the gate let me in when I gave my name. I've never been to one of Jack's parties before -he doesn't host very often- but all the supercars out front promise a rich or exclusive guest list. I'm a bit intimidated. My parents are filthy rich, but I did still arrive in an Uber.

Security at the door check my ID, compare my name to the guest list and then let me inside. I'm surprised to find the house almost completely silent as I step into the foyer. A woman comes forward and reaches for my bag.

"No phones allowed," she says, confusing me.

"Really? But my friend has just messaged me and she's already here..." I protest quietly.

The woman frowns. "She shouldn't have her phone. This is a very exclusive event. Absolutely no phones. And you need to sign this before you go in."