Post 219: Scenes from a Party, p2: Randi and Josie

“Heyyyy you look awesome..!” Josie squealed, putting her cocktail down and bouncing across the small lobby of the building with a huge grin to greet her friend Randi.

“Well yeah of course,” came the tall brunette’s retort, along with her own smile: crooked but still full of excitement, “but haha no, you look awesome..!” The two girls hugged, the more statuesque Randi leaning in. Between her and Josie, the amount of newly-developed boob squashing between them was impressive, but neither girl paid it much mind. There was some work to do. The buffet wasn’t quite ready; Randi had been tasked with organizing that and obviously there were people that needed to be snapped at. Josie had been called on by Abby to hand out the little perfume vials in her bag to some of the newer girls. And then there was him. “So, is he here yet?” asked Randi.

“Yeah we picked him up at the office,” Josie replied, as she remembered, with a flush of her face and between her thighs, the car ride here and what they’d been able to do to him. He was sooo ready haha. “Is she here yet?”

“No, she’ll be a bit,” Randi replied, “I saw Angie, though. And most of the other girls are already here drinking. Hey! You!” She had caught one of the servant-boys, a tall-and-gawky ginger, carrying a tray of little pink cocktails across the lobby, checking out her tits; she pulled her phone out from between them. “C’mere. Take a picture of us.” She’d also been entreated by Abby to ensure that this night, a celebration of FHMA’s new partnership with Evolution Pharmaceuticals, was well documented and publicized, that people knew about it. She was ‘Director of Social Media’, so she figured she shouldn’t complain. “Pretty nice place they found, last minute,” she continued, as she handed her phone to the bumbling server.

She and Josie posed for a picture. The boy snapped a few.

“Send me that?” Josie asked, as Randi took back her phone and shooed the nervous geek in the ill-fitting black uniform away. She’d scolded him, telling to keep his eyes to himself from now on.

“Yeah I think I was here, actually, a couple years ago,” Josie finally answered, “My dad's work rented it out.” The dark club and restaurant where the rest of the girls had begun to drink and dance occupied much of the first floor of a small, downtown boutique hotel, in whose more brightly-lit lobby the two girls now chatted. “But I hear it’s been bought by that big girl group that just bought the banks…”

“Mmm…” Randi nodded, swiping through the images on her phone. That one will do fine, she determined, typing out a quick caption, deciding on a few tags.

“What’s Missy going to be wearing?” Josie asked.

“I dunno, she was between a few things,” Randi answered, finally slipping her phone back down the neckline of her low-cut black dress. Another task: she needed to check on Melissa, see where she was. She’d been having more of what she called “her moments” these past few days, and Randi sometimes worried about her. Her poor cat. “You remember the plan?”

“Yeah, Abby said to get him sitting next to herself and Vida,” Josie replied, straightening the hem of her own black dress in the lobby’s mirror, “That’s what they told me.”

“Right,” Randi replied, tossing her hair over her shoulders, “Now, let’s head in. Grab your drink.”

“Partyyyy…!” Josie squealed. She grabbed her little pink drink cocktail from the side table she’d dropped it on earlier and, with a shake and wiggle of her hips, followed Randi across the room.

“By the way, did you see that Cici girl come in?” Randi asked, pulling open the big door of smoky glass that led inside.

“Yeah…” Josie replied, obvious respect in her voice, “she looked, uh…”

“Jesus,” Randi remarked, as the music from inside poured over them, “Did she grow today..??”

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