Page 162 of The Wedding

“Calm down! You’ve got a partner!”

“Jem gave me permission to touch all I wanted tonight!”

“You dirty liar.”

“Oh, I’m dirty, all right.”

Jamie was ready to move to another room. Some gal was shaking her boobs in her bra to Gwenyth’s great amusement. The girl hadn’t even had a drink yet. “She’s in the other room.” Jamie nodded to the dance quarters. “I’m assuming you’re looking for someone.”

“Oh, who? I have no idea who you’re talking about.”

“Dirty liar,” Jamie mumbled, off to get her first massage of the night. Etta wouldn’t mind if some hot woman touched her all over her shoulders and back, right?Right.

“You are a miracle worker,” Luna sighed, leaning back in a lounge chair while a young man rubbed her feet. “We could use someone like you on our farm.”

The man kept grinning as Jamie sat next to her mother. “Enjoying the party?” Someone was right there, tight in her tight-as-tight bra and ready to give Jamie a scalp massage.

“Getting some attention before I go out to watch a ton of young ladies embarrass themselves.That will be fun.”

Jamie didn’t doubt her mother was 100% serious. “You think there might be too many good-looking hotties here?”

“Oh, honey, I won’t tell Etta a thing if you don’t tell your father. Now, where’s that piña colada I ordered?”

Things heated up too quickly to keep up with.

One of the last rooms Jamie had yet to scope out was a “VIP” enclave for the people she personally knew – and the hotties they dragged in to amuse themselves with. To no one’s surprise but Jamie’s, she was plied with a healthy dose of vodka and shoved down on a couch, where Genevieve, the in-a-dress-but-still-pretty-naked wonder, thrust her naked crotch toward her face, set to the delicate sounds of Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion rapping about wet-ass pussies. Jamie was tipsy enough by then that she didn’t think twice about grabbing a Benjamin straight from Gwenyth’s hand and shoving it down this gal’s black thong.

The VIP room and the adjacent dance floor were Jamie’s favorite spots for the majority of the night. Other women came in and out, getting progressively drunker and more on the verge of committing adultery, but Jamie was loyal to both her seat and her fiancée.“Hope you have fun,”Etta texted her shortly after nine.“But not too much fun. Remember, I can make any escort in town talk. ;)”

“Is that a joke?” Kathleen shouted over Jamie’s shoulder. “Or is she an ass?”

“It’s a joke.” Jamie was pretty sure it was a joke, anyway. The wink said it all!

“Fuck me,” Kathleen muttered. At least shehad taken the volume down a few notches. A million tequilas did that to a woman. “I don’t know which way is up anymore.”

“Hey! You!” Gwenyth called from the doorway. “Get over here and dance with us! We’ve got five babes who are ready to go!”

Kathleen got up, with nary a stumble, and chased after Gwenyth into the other room. Jamie chose then to reply to her fiancée.“Every1 so drunk. Me 2.”

She wasn’t plastered yet, but she was halfway to Drunk Town and happy to see any face that would come by and say hello. Sometimes, she would fall onto the dance floor and take a turn with Whitney Houston or Lady Gaga, but there were too many people she didn’t know.Even when I was single, I’m not sure how into it I would have been.

At nine-thirty, Adele made her grand appearance. “This is wild!” she cried, already spilling a daiquiri. “And I’ve been to some wild parties this year! Who even are those people?”

Jamie shrugged. “Professional partiers. I think some of them are randos off the street.”

“Woooow.”

“You’re telling me. This is technically my party!”

The likes of Seena were scarce that night, although Jamie saw her locking lips with at least four guys… including two at once. Amanda and Natasha remained close throughout the night, which was hilarious, considering Jamie fully expected Natasha to be as raunchy with Eve. Adele was so enthralled with what was going on that she spent at least twenty minutes gawking at the rooms and trying to get real conversations out of the women she knew… who were already so drunk and boisterous that they were scaring others off.

“You lost me another one!” Kathleen shouted over Taylor Swift. “I swear to God, Eve!”

“You’ve got a partner!”

“I knooow, that’s why you’ve gotta take a selfie of me grinding with some chick so we can send it to her!”

“Hon, it ain’t a selfie if I’m taking it for you!”