Thoughts of a dirty young man. Part 1:
Despite how much I drank, she didn't get any prettier. She remained awfully ugly. Samantha, was her name. Nice body, perky tits, and a round ass, but her face would send any teenage boy away running. She kept coming on to me, asking me questions about my career and how I got that lead role in 'Underwater'. I was too nice to ignore her, and I kept hoping that the alcohol would at some point kick in.
It was at this party, up in the Valley, big house, rich fella owned it. I was only invited because Damien, the director of Underwater, insisted. I would have preferred to just sit at home and have a wank and a drink. But non the less, I ended up at the party, trying to socialize, when Samantha found me. She dumped down on the couch next to me, two drinks in hand. She handed me one. "Thank you." I said and took it. I returned to staring blankly at the wall, and she kept staring hopingly at me. She put her hand on my thigh, leaned in close, and whispered in my ear. "You're kinda hot for a 19-year-old." I leaned away and looked at her. "Thank you, I suppose." She just smiled and groped my thigh tighter. "I need to pee." I said and stood. I downed the drink she'd handed me. "Be right back." I winked and immediately left.
On the way to the bathroom, trying to push trough the abundant number people present, I bumped into Damien. "Heeey buddy!" He said and hugged me. "I don't see a drink in your hand. Hold on for a sec." He turned around to the bartender, grabbed two whiskies and gave me one. "Cheers on the movie Pete!" I toasted him and downed the whisky. "Gaah. That's good, huh? Want another one?" He asked. I just nodded. He turned, grabbed a new pair of whiskies, and we downed those as well.
After three or five of whisky shots, I asked for a beer. Damien found one before I could look around, and almost shoved it into my hand. "Thanks." I gave him a smile and moved on. I needed to pee, remember?