but I'm unsuccessful. So, I listen to what the young millionaire has to say.
“Hello everyone. I welcome you to my humble abode. I’m so glad to see so many people here. Although you've never let me down before, so I guess this proves I must throw a hell of a party.”
The crowd cheers, laughs, and claps throughout his speech.
“We gather today as we gather at many civil occasions to represent people like us, people who are placed into categories. Categories which try to prompt us toward hate and shame when we should really be like just any other human being who walks around on two legs. You'd think we are creatures from another planet the way we get bashed and make national news. We deserve the right to marry and add our spouses to our health insurances and any other benefit we have as employees. We are no different than regular people who marry and have a family and live happily. But, we can’t walk the streets holding hands and kiss unless we are attacked by some gay basher who wants to prove that his or her beliefs are the model for everybody’s life in this country. So, we must stand firm. We must stand tall. We must get word out that we are no different except we love a person of the same sex. We want to be in a family just like anyone in a hetero relationship. We are no different! So, stand up for your rights and have fun everyone! Let the party continue.”
Cheers, claps, and talking reaches maximum noise levels. I want to put my hands over my ears, but I want to remain professional. So, I continue my search for Kye and the girls as the crowd disperses and music fills the room again.
I walk past tables filled with scrumptious-looking food. I feel a little tug of hunger, but the figure-fitting dress I am wearing will definitely push out my abs if I start to eat after drinking so much. Soon, my feet begin to feel a little achy from walking around searching for Kye. So, finally I ask a waitress if she happens to know her. She directs me to someone who handles the guest list. After informing her of Kiley’s full name, she immediately knows who she is.
“Yes, Kiley is one of our top activists and very popular in the circuit.”
I am surprised that Kye is a well-known figure as I head up the stairs in search of the conference room. The lady informs me that Kye is wrapping up a meeting and should be on her way back down to the party. I get to the top of the stairs but there is no sign saying 'conference room,' so I gently knock on each door. Each room appears to be dark, empty, and locked. I open the door to the next room without knocking, expecting the same. Realizing I should turn away, I am hypnotized and fascinated when I see two women engaged in oral sex. I’ve seen this before in movies and in magazines, but never in real life. I’m frozen in place and watching because of curiosity. From the time I met Kye up until now, my horizons have been opening up and I want to know more about the unknown.
The beautiful young woman receives from her giver and is screaming from a climactic high. I feel a tingling all over my body. My eyes tear up with eagerness. Do I really want to explore the possibilities? I’m surprised when one of the young ladies opens her eyes and smiles at me. The partner kisses her vagina then glides her tongue all the way from there to linger on her breasts, kissing and sucking. She then holds onto her breasts, squeezing them as she finds her way to her lips. The kissing is so intense and thirsty that I stand there weak and wanting. The receiver lies there as if she likes being watched. Her partner enters her body again, but this time with a sex toy strapped around her waist. She looks back at me once again before her eyes close in ecstasy and she begins sucking on the neck of her lover. She is enjoying the strapped-on joy toy as it enters her body fast and furiously. Both ladies seem to enjoy that they have an audience. Passionate cries fill my ears. Feeling weak with lust, I almost take