Thread: Bringing Home the Bacon (Kassy & Dlokcuc Ersever)

Sam was standing alone at the bar, tapping the wooden countertop impatiently. These events always made him anxious, even when they weren't all about him. But today, every single 20-something at the party was looking at him with envious resent, and every cougar here with their old white husband was looking at him with devious intent. He wore a white button down shirt, with a tailor-made italian suit his publisher made him wear. He felt it looked weird with his glasses but it fit perfectly. His shirt, unbuttoned at the top showing his strong collarbone. The gala room Sam's publisher Tom had rented out was amazing. The ceiling was dripping with lights from chandeliers the size of cars. The white walls were adorned with elaborate decorations carved in gold, frescoes of various greek heroics. Men and women in red vests darted between the guests to serve wine and snacks on platters, while the guests talked of the Euclid, the intense relationship of Gilgamesh and Enkidu, and the growing power of YA in writing fiction. Gin and Tonic, says the bartend, sliding Sam a drink. He clasps the cold glass in his hand and holds it up, watching the bubbles collect around the wedge of lime. He wondered when his fiance, Kassy, would arrive. They had been together a long time, even before Sam started to become popular as a writer. He always thought she was a bit out of his league, so he was surprised when he had asked her out she had said yes, but ever since they had been madly in love. Kelly, her sister. She would be here too. Sam had been trying to avoid Kelly ever since she came to town. He had a hard time admitting it, but she looked...amazing. He could hardly keep his eyes off of her when she was around, her gorgeous, round ass. It was so perfect, like a peach, he wanted to bend her over and smack it with a fucking cricket paddle, he wanted to- -Damn, get ahold of yourself!- He thought. -She's Kassy's Sister, She's 17...- But he had already grown from the thought of taking Kelly, and could no longer scrub the urge from his thoughts. An arm wrapped around his shoulder, rousing the enamored man from his daydreams. Sam turned to see the face of his publisher, Tom Hey there kiddo, how ya feeling? Did I tell you this would be sweet or what? You'll be rollin in cash, my man, rollin in it! You can buy that little girlfriend of yours a nice ring!, Tom spouted, and it was at this moment that Sam noticed Tom had been dragging a man with round glasses and a bright bushy beard behind him, likely professor. Have you met this guy? This guy here? He says to the man, This guy here is my man Sam Gardener! He's gonna be the biggest hit this side of the fucking hemisphere, I'm talking J.K. Rowling and R.R. Tolkein just fucked and had a baby and it's this little fucking genius right here! Tom had a habit of talking very fast, very quickly, and not really caring about what you said afterwards. His fine blue suit, light blue button, and sunglasses on his head combo made him look more like a movie producer than a publisher, but despite Tom's eccentricities, he was certainly the best. Yeah, well, I couldn't have done it without Kassy, he said But he still could see Kelly bent over, her rump in his face, bright red and pulsing from a rough paddling. A familiar voice again roused him from his distractions, this time, it was Kassy's. And she was with Kelly, too.