TEASER! Shameless – The Sexual Misadventures of a Trust Fund Socialite
January 1st
Should Auld Acquaintance be Forgot
We had had a pre-party party so by the time our car picked us up I was in good spirits… and very expensive spirits too. I was so bummed I was practically phoning it in, Vivienne Westwood black dress and Jimmy Choo. It is quite an under-appreciated skill to be able to navigate an urban environment in stiletto heels, in the middle of an East Coast winter. But Nico had swore to make sure this would be a momentous night and great start to the year to explore myself.
If I’m a serial monogamist then Nico is a temporal monogamist. She swings from one person to another without any real attachment. She’s over the moon when she meets someone and then absolutely destroyed when it doesn’t work out. Every six weeks the person she’s seeing changes. Of course going to NYE alone for her is easy because she knows by the end of the night she’ll have a short list for the next six-weeks or hours. But I wasn’t going alone to NYE I was going with her. I’m pretty sure I’ll soon be reading what one or both of us were doing last night. Luckily for posterity, you can read what really happened rather than what the tabloids incorrectly reported.
Our car stopped at one of the many buildings along Park Avenue. I have to admit between my apprehension and mild intoxication I don’t remember whose classic seven it was. First photo op was stepping out of the car. A sea of flashes is why we wear sunglasses after dark. Important socialite advice, if you don’t like wearing underwear its best to make sure you are properly groomed down there. I may be all Juliet right now, but that’s no excuse to let yourself go. Your next pantiless crotch shot is just days away and it would be bad to disappoint your fans.
The elevator ride up was a moment of quietness as Nico and I did final prep for our entrance. I doubt any one of my dresses fall below my thighs, but Nico’s dresses barely cover her labia never mind her ass. Always funny to see her adjusting the hem of her dress to the right length for maximum effect. Sometimes I’m envious of her dark hair and her seemingly always tanned skin, and then I catch myself in the mirror and remember the blonde pixie that I am.
The elevator stops and the doors open in 3-2-1, showtime! Regardless of the mood you’re in, when you are at a party like this you have to be happy and engaging. I’ve had 21 years practice of being happy even when I wasn’t. There are powerful and beautiful people with drinks everywhere. No sooner have you stepped in and people are taking your coat and replacing it with a drink. Seeing some of the other women I wished I had taken more care to pick out my dress rather than put on the first one I found. I seriously hope no one realized I wore this dress last Halloween for my sexy zombie costume!
And as always happens at big parties somewhere between all the pleasant and empty greetings, I lost my New Years Eve spirit guide. And there I was alone in my twice-worn funeral dress, at a party I didn’t want to be at, full of people I didn’t want to see, all commenting on my recent singleness. Suddenly there wasn’t enough champagne in the state. Appies, Pinot Grigio and 40s-hipster-acceptable house music did not erase the fact that the place was so coupley. And the other half of my couple for tonight had disappeared and was probably already marking territory for her own coupling that did not include me.
The best part of the party was the view of Central Park. I decided I’d use the facilities and then jam out before midnight. Yes, some people might notice me missing, but I was tired of answering the same question about someone whose name made my blood boil to people who really didn’t care or worse, were secretly joyful at my misery. Pretending to be happy might be an important skill for a socialite, but it can’t be sustained under such circumstances indefinitely.
I had only been at the party for a few glasses of bubbly and I still really didn’t have a feeling for the layout.
Usually it’s easy to know where everything is in these kind of places, but the pre-party Cosmos along with the wine and early bubbly didn’t help me with the odd apartment I was in. I made my way to where I thought the maid’s bathroom should be or maybe I just went in the direction there was less people because that’s where I ended up. Drunk in an area of a house I don’t think I was supposed to be in and all the doors down the hall gave no idea of which one might be a bathroom. So I just went door to door. Bedroom, den, another bedroom, and then…
The third or fourth door I opened had a silhouetted couple in the moonlit window. They were too occupied with each other to even notice I had opened the door ,not so stealthily, to peek in. They were actively making out. They seemed to be using open-mouthed kisses to establish dominance. The woman unbuttoned the man’s tuxedo jacket and pushed it off his arms to slide and drop on the floor. I wonder if Oscar De La Renta would be sad or happy with what I was seeing. Aware of the fact I was in a room with two people who were about to have sex, I did the only thing that I should do. I quietly closed the door and found the darkest spot on the wall to hide and watch.
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Genre: New Adult Romance
Type: Novel – 196 pages
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