"Well, first of all lets sit down and review the options," Marilyn said pouring herself a generous shot of scotch and loading a plate with various goodies from the table before walking to a cluster of chairs in one corner of the room.

Chris followed suit except that she found the champagne nestled in an ice bucket beside the table more to her liking. Then sitting down opposite Marilyn she prepared to listen to the voice of experience.

"It's safe to assume that neither of us is here for the food," Marilyn laughed. "Most people come to these things because they're interested in mildly kinky sexual experiences."

Chris smiled and asked, "Or just a tad horny?"

"Not really the usual reason," Marilyn shook her head. "Hell you could get all you need looking the way you do – don't tell me you came here just to get laid."

Chris blushed as she nodded her head.

"I don't believe it. What kind of work do you do?"

Chris explained her situation and the nature of her job.

"Oh wow. You work with doctors and you haven't been hit on in almost two weeks. What the hell is the medical profession coming too?"

Marilyn had finished her drink and moved to the table for more. Chris sat quietly and ate. Several people had wandered in and out of the room while they had been talking and eating.

When Marilyn returned, her plate piled high and her glass full, she said, "OK let me explain this kind of a party. There are people who get their kicks out of explicit movies. The hosts have a room set up for them upstairs. There are some folks who like group sex so the largest room in the place, usually a finished attic, is set up to accommodate them."

"Naturally, there are several rooms set up for quiet sexual liaisons. And finally, there will be one room equipped for those into mildly kinky stuff like soft restraints, stroking with feathers and, for some of the more modern women, fisting."