What my Party Invites look like . . . It's called "Insane"

Victory and LeVay
And The Value of Privacy
LeVay squeezed herself into the opening of the door which contained some sort of party Victory had brought her to. She was, to say the least, the most appealing woman of the crowd. She had mid shoulder length hair of black, and large dark eyes that penetrated with every glance. She was sounded by lesbians, a PILE OF THEM, and they fiddled and looked away as LeVay searched for Victory. No sign. This was prime hunting time for LeVay. She turned slightly to the right, her body in perfect proportion with her turn. You wouldn’t find an imperfection of her exterior; it was like LeVay was a statue in history that would live on forever. Her body shape, that of which one would try to recreate as perfect over and over again, but never quite get it right . . .
And then Victory. Beautiful and Handsome. The finest of the AndroSexual selection.
Not mingling, not drinking, or staring off into space.
In fact Victory’s bright blue eyes, lovingly, casually, inappropriately were fixated on LeVay.
LeVay through her shoulders back and walked carelessly through the crowd heading with determination and speed to Victory.
10 feet
6 feet
2 feet away
And before you know it Victory’s body is smashed together with LeVays.
Breast to Breast
And with a smile
LeVay lets her lips barely caress Victory’s ear lobe.
“I knew you wanted to F**k.”
Trembling and helpless Victory’s breath deepened, and her heart began to pound, her temperature rose. There was nothing she could do. It was like an automatic reaction to the sweet sound of LeVay’s voice. Her shaking hand began to go down Victory’s body.
From the chest down she could feel LeVay’s lust as her own.
And when she got to the wet center of her desires, LeVay let out light moan in response. She pushed herself down, hard, demanding more from Victory.
“F**k me” she demanded.
And then.
“F**k me please” loud and pleading.
Victory grabbed her waist, picked her up, and slipped into the warm flesh awaiting her.
Again another moan, this one louder, making LeVay more vurnarable to the party who gathered to watch.
As Victory held her up and pushed her fingers in and out.
LeVay’s knees knocked the wall behind them.
Jane and Juliet, two odd ball hotties, sipped their drinks and giggled.
“This is one hell of a party”