Fleur nodded at the answers give by the escort. "Good. You've heard of Maxine Maxwell, the rapper, I imagine? Well she hosts regular swinger parties for Ell Gee Bee Tee Plus based charities. Money raised usually goes to help really good causes. This one is going to fund a transition counselling centre, not an issue I'm familiar with personally, but I know people who are.... Ah yes, well spotted, Erika!"<br/><br/>The Ferrari's tires squealed and the ABS juddered as Fleur slowed from Insane speed to Just-about-make-the-turn speed, the rear steering on the car cutting in to slot the speeding vehicle into the driveway. "If you must know, I have been down to attend for weeks, but my fucking bitch of a partner decided she was going back to her ex boyfriend this morning! Less said about that the better. Hence the little ruse. We pretend we've known each other for a while and just started fucking a couple days ago, I get one up on Mira, you get a nice big bonus, the trans-councelling place get half a million from me, and Max gets to watch you make a famous soul singer old enough to be your mammy squirm. Everybody wins except Mira, and that serves her right!"<br/><br/>The car slid to a stop on the gravel drive outside a beautiful mansion, in amongst Rolls Royces, Jaguars, Porsches, Mazaratis, Lamborghinis, two other Ferraris and even a Dodge Charger. Among this set, owning a European car was a status symbol, and Fleur wondered who the Chrysler belonged to and whether they would be ashamed to admit it.<br/><br/>Someone had heard the Ferrari arrive and<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.watchmojo.com%2F%2Fuploads%2Fthumbs720%2FM-R-Top10-Female-Rappers-480p30.jpg&amp;hash=1a36de725bcf8e92e8f030f76c6e8f99" href="https://www.watchmojo.com//uploads/thumbs720/M-R-Top10-Female-Rappers-480p30.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">The Max</a>opened the door for them personally. "Fluer,<i>DAHling! </i>I was afraid you weren't coming! I love your outfit. And who's<i>this </i>little honky-tonky? I was expecting Mira...?"<br/><br/>Fleur smiled and endured a marijuana flavoured kiss on the mouth. She didn't indulge, personally, but couldn't exactly blame those who did. She glanced down at the chain-mail dress she was wearing. She'd worn it a few years ago to an awards ceremony and it had made a sensation in the tabloids, and this party she figured was the perfect opportunity to wear it again, especially as she intended to donate it - she had a change of undies, a pair of jeans, a bra and a sweater in the trunk of her car, but had driven home naked from one of these things before.<br/><br/>"This is Erika, my new girlfriend. Erika, meet The Max."<br/><br/>Max grinned and offered a hand to shake then turned the lascivious grin on Fleur. "She will have to pay the admission fee, Fleur. She's never been to one of my parties!"<br/><br/>Fluer shrugged, placed a hand on Erika's ass, fingers pressing in between her legs from outside the LBD. "Sorry darling, I should have warned you. Max collects the underpants of those she allows into her home, you'll have to take your panties off."