You were invited to the presidents party, to celebrate there evil success..They had alot of money, like any president would have..but the way they got it..was..uncertain. You were at your house, getting ready. You put your in a very tight dress, it tightening over your curves, and thighs..the dress showing heathy amount of your cleavage. You strutted out of your house, to your car. You drove your way to the part, ready for some action.

You arrived, there home very large and very lavishly decorated. After a few minutes you caught yourself alone in a hallway, so..you swayed yourself to the music..you danced the day away. You thought no one was watching..you kept swaying your body around to the loud music. You didn't notice..the man leaning on the door frame watching your every move..it was Derek..the presidents son. He drank his beer as he watched you danced..but thats when you both caught eyes..