Sorry there's been no sex so far people, I'm just laying the story's foundations. Some sex for you here.

Chapter 8, Smokin Hot

She looked at me for a second, and when the realisation hit her we both broke down in tears of ironic laughter.
"Déjà vu or what?" I said after we'd recovered from our laughing fit. She giggled again.
"Oh my god that's weird, an I'm so sorry again" she smiled.
"You didn't have anything to spill this time though" I added, noting that her hands were empty.
"No you're right," she said.
"Want me to fix that?" I smiled.
"Thanks but I was just heading home, I'm just really fatigued," she sighed.
"Are you sure I couldn't get you one drink?" I whined….

"Let's go onto the balcony," said Megan dodging a wild looking Ashton Kutcher and walking onto the balcony. She was wearing a strapless, backless black dress that looked amazing: she was so sexy. On her shoulder was another tattoo, except this one read 'We will all laugh at gilded butterflies'.
"Aaaaahh" she sighed taking a glug of her mojito, "It's beautiful at night," she said gesturing to the skyline in the distance and the thousands of lights that shone in the distant darkness.
"Alright," she said turning to me, "How do you know Snoop?" I laughed.
"Well I met him today, shortly after I met you." She gasped.
"You're kidding," she said. I just nodded. "No way… you guys aren't like… you know…" she struggled for the word so made a grinding motion with her hips. I spluttered as I choked on my drink.
"Fuck no. No no no no no. We're just homies," I said. She laughed.
"How do you know him?" I asked.
"Oh, we've met a couple of times. There are lots of parties like this across LA: the rich and famous mutually indulging themselves."

"Speak of the devil," I said, motioning towards Snoop who was walking down the balcony with Charlie Sheen.
"Diz, my man," said Snoop nodding at me, "Foxy baby," he said bending down to kiss Megan's cheek.
"Hey Snoop," she said.
"Yo Diz, this my man Charlie, me and him go way back." Charlie Sheen looked at me wild eyed.
"Whaddup my nigga?" said Charlie holding out his fist. I bumped it.
"Me and Charlie were just gow'n pop open some blunts. You guys care to join us?" Asked Snoop, holding out a pair of blunts.
"Sure" said Megan, taking the blunts and offering one to me. I smiled and took it.

In minutes we were smoking up and laughing at Charlie.
"…I mean, I'm related to the Queen of England, and she is one hard-core dancer. Man she was body poppin all night long, I'm tellin ya. Who says old people ain't fun?" Megan, Snoop and I were almost on the floor listening to Charlie's absurd story that he was going to be the king of England one day.
"Listen Snoop I have to go. It's been a great party, thank you." She kissed him on the cheek again.
"Thank you for bein' here girl, now you go do what you gotta do baby." Said Snoop, going to walk inside bringing Charlie with him.
"See you Charlie," she called. He nodded strangely. She turned to me.
"Thank you for making me stay, and for talking to me. I had a good time," she smiled.
"My pleasure," I said. She leaned forward as she had done to Snoop, except she kissed my mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she sent a jolt of adrenaline into my body. I kissed her back, holding her sides awkwardly. She pulled back and looked up into my face strangely. I leaned in to kiss her again but she pushed my head away.

"I'm sorry; I don't know why I did that. I'm just a little confused and a little drunk," she said, backing away towards the door. "I'll see you around Fang," she chimed, and was gone leaving me alone on the balcony. I stayed out there for a few minutes contemplating, before dipping back into the party inside. In the doorway, Alec Baldwin pushed past me pulling a wasted looking Jenifer Aniston after him.

"Hey kid," he said to me, "If I give you this 100 dollars, I want you to stand in the doorway and make sure nobody comes out here." He shoved a $100 bill under my nose.
"And don't look at what we're doin' either: it's adult stuff." His patronising annoyed me, so I pocketed the 100 dollars, waited for Alec to turn around and undo his pants before going back inside and purposefully leaving the door wide open.

I walked directly for a group of strippers standing idly.
"Watch it fuckstick!" warned a half-naked Jay Leno, whose leg I'd almost just tripped over, as he was lying on the floor slapping his stomach. I muttered an apology and headed back towards the strippers: Megan had left me feeling incredibly sexually frustrated, and I needed a fuck bag (like a punch bag, but one that you fuck instead of punch).

"Hey," I said to a tall mixed-race stripper with black hair, "Do you mind if I take you somewhere more private?"
"Sure thang," she said with a Southern accent. She took my hand and led me through the meandering people to a collection of smaller rooms. We pushed open the first door, but inside was Jake Gyllenhaal getting sucked off by a different stripper. The next room was unoccupied, so we went in and shut the door.

"So how much?" she asked turning to me.
"Oh…. Right…. I dunno, what do you normally charge?"
"That depends on what you want. Lap dance $20. Handjob $50. Blowjob $70. A quickie for $120, or all night for $400."
"I've only got 100: a quickie for 100." I said.
"Nope, I said 120 for a quickie," she said, standing her ground.
"How about 100 now and another 50 afterwards?" She mused over my offer for a few seconds.
"Deal." She said. I pulled out 100 dollars and slotted it between her double D breasts that were being hugged tight by a black bikini.

I pushed her back on the bed, and ran my hands up her long slender legs. She was covered in some kind of oil, which smelled incredibly strong. She pulled off her panties as I fumbled with my belt, springing out my cock. She smiled and leant back spreading her legs routinely. I entered her efficiently, and began to pound powerfully. She screamed in pleasure as my shaft pummelled her g-spot over and over again. As she lay back on the bed, I couldn't help thinking of Nudge, and then Max, and then Dr M and then finally Megan. Thinking of her sent me over the edge and my cum erupted inside of the stripper. I fucked her slowly for a few more minutes, before pulling out and shoving my cock back into my underwear.

"What's your name?" I asked her.
"I'm Toxicity. Now where's that other 50 dollars?" She demanded.
"I lied," I said darkly, before walking out and closing the door leaving her sprawled angry and panting on the bed.

This chapter featured: Ashton Kutcher, Charlie Sheen, Alec Baldwin, Jennifer Aniston, Jay Leno and Jake Gyllenhaal. All of these people are real, but my portrayal of them and their behaviour is based on my limited knowledge of these people. They are not intended to be accurate.

Anyone else you want to appear in the final chapter of the party? Sex in the next chapter too, but only if I get to 30 reviews. Peace out.