Melanie‘s friends?
They all literally looked like her. Caucasians, Europeans, South Americans versions of Melanie. It was like the United Nations, but with a sexy make over. Well, a more appropriate comparison would be like being in a Victoria Secret fashion show. Long, smooth, hairless, tanned legs everywhere. Slim, vivacious, curves everywhere. Fuck, I had to make sure I wasn’t dead and in heaven.
I finally saw a couple of guys, but the girls largely outnumbered the guys. Seemed like everyone Melanie hung out with were either model material or supermodel material. Even the guys looked good in their silly Halloween costumes. It was honestly difficult to not feel insecure about yourself after seeing so many good looking people. Thank God, at least I gym-ed often, probably had one of the better bodies there. Small comfort, though.
Sensing that I was a little intimidated,Melanie pulled me away from the crowd.
“Chillax Vin… Don’t be so tense. You are at a party for god’s sake. Haha.”
“What the fuck? You should have told me that every one of your friends was either super-hot or super fucking hot.”
“Haha, I don’t know most of the guys. The girls, apart from one or two, I know most of them.”
“So… You just invite random good looking guys to your party?”
“Well, my friend there, Natasha. She handles the guest list, I merely provide the yacht. The guys are probably friends of hers.”
She pointed to some leggy Ukrainian Mila Kunis clone in her red bikini, who was holding a clipboard and going through it. Probably the guest list, maybe.
Feeling a little overwhelmed with everything I had seen so far, I kept quiet for a bit. Melanie rubbed my shoulder lightly and left to attend to her duties as host.
Getting a tap on my shoulder, I turned around. Staring right at a tanned Japanese girl, smoking a cigar. Dressed in a black bikini with a doctor’s coat, the white coat covered her up till her upper thighs, exposing her long legs. Dyeing her hair amber brown, she had stunning green contacts on, and her smile exuded charm especially with her dimples… Speaking perfect English.
“Could you pass me the wine opener please?”
Handing her the opener, I inevitably stared downwards at her C cups briefly. She caught me staring and looked at me coyly.