<div class="floatleft">(http://bsgossip.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/06/Wilber.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Victor Morales<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Simon's<br/><strong>With Whom:</strong>Callie Morales, in the car and walking up to the house to meet the others<br/><hr/><br/>A plush black '65 Mustang purred to a slow halt. The setting sun glanced off its polished edges proportioning the heavyweight vehicle with added allure. From within, a man, gruff and handsome, rather like his car gazed at the scene he was stepping into. A house blessed with the luxuries of a comfortable urban lifestyle greeted his calculating stare. Lush lawns, an expansive driveway and a rather picturesque porch were amongst those visible from his current vantage point. The surrounds did not surprise him. The advertisement did reveal a hint of artistry and only refined taste could disguise the endeavor awaiting him to be anything besides debauchery. The surprise though was quite simple, his presence.<br/><br/>One would think discovering ever more risque entertainment would be 'all in a day's work' for someone so steeped up the ladders of the music industry without seeking help from everyday folk. But as he'd heard his assistants, quite pathetically, nudging up each other's courage to answer the ad, Victor Morales found himself considering a change of scenery. Callie had always enjoyed it, though he suspected part of her pleasure was in knowing her husband was watching her behave in ways to cause the devil to blanch. Admittedly, he had only ever allowed his wife to be fucked by his friends or rather only the friends whose wives he had wanted to fuck. Yet strangely, the prospect of expanding their little web of swinging enticed him. Not least was the fact that it would be with people outside the entertainment industry. Who knew, maybe they might even recognize him!<br/><br/>A smirk carved across his lips at the thought and knowing how much his wife adored that mean streak in him, he turned to her brandishing the evil crescent.<strong>'Remember, don't expect too much and for God's sake, don't drain the poor bastards out! As much as I'd like to be smothered by all the women there, I really can't afford another slew of stalkers!'</strong>As far as bastards went, it seemed it took one to know one.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the menacing vehicle, he circled its front to usher his gorgeous wife to her feet holding his hand out for her. A gentleman bastard.<strong>'Oh, it seems we already have company'</strong>. From the other side, his eyes caught glimpse of what they'd missed. Even from this distance the women looked quite stunning indeed. Another lovely wave of surprise washed over him, enough to even distract him from adoring his wife's gorgeous legs peeking out from the Mustang.<strong>'Let's not keep them waiting, shall we?'</strong>, Victor offered Callie his elbow and the couple walked up towards an evening that looked very very promising.