With a third drink in his hand, Arnie was seated on a plush couch, while the party swirled around them, Carla seated next to him, her long, tapering thigh, nylon-clad below daring hot-pants, pressed in tight against his.

She looked at him over the rim of her martini glass, her grey-green eyes smoldering, provocatively, and said, "Arnie… anytime you're ready… we can split this bash… for some real fun!" Her pink tongue snaked out between her full, sensuous lips and ran in a tiny circle around her lips, while at the same time, her fingers outlined the bulging muscles of his chest.

Arnie was pretty sure what she meant, but he asked, innocently, "Another party… some where…?"

"Sure…" she smiled. "Just you… and me… for some fun and games…"

"Can we run out… on our host… just like that?" he asked. "Which reminds me… whose place is this, because I'm not sure I caught the name… when I came in…?"

"Warren won't mind… I'm sure. He wanted you to come… and meet a few of his guests… which you have… and then just relax and have some fun." She smiled, as her hand dropped down to his thigh, where it caressed him, suggestively.

He tried to remember who Warren was; his memory dredged up the image of a short, square-built man with almost silvery white hair.

"Is Warren the guy with the white hair… only he's not really old…?" he asked, feeling embarrassment at her boldly brazen action. He felt the heat of a blush coming up above his collar.

"Yeah… that's Warren… Warren Ramsey," she affirmed. "He's got money… that doesn't stop… like Fort Knox!" she told him, leaning in close to add, "… But, I don't want to tall about him… it's you I want!"

The throaty seductiveness of her voice, her warm breath washing over him, as she made her point crystal clear to him, caused a natural reaction. Inside his pants, he felt the pounding blood rush into his penis, to be trapped there in a growing erection, while below, the strong sensation of the crawling lift of his balls by his scrotal sac made him fully aware of his demanding sex needs. Christ! He was getting hot, already! Damn! She's not bashful… about it…! So, if she's hot to trot… what in the hell am I waiting for…?