<strong>Michael Quinn</strong><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Just arriving at the mansion<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>None (yet)<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><div class="floatleft">(http://i1191.photobucket.com/albums/z466/Corvus269/Characters/18JoeManganiellopicture.jpg)</div></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>The limousine rolled along the driveway, the fine gravel crunching under the tires as they slowly rolled to a stop at the front entrance. He had been delayed by an urgent business matter that required his immediate attention. Michael pulled off his tie and tossed it to in the adjacent seat before unfastening a few of the top buttons of his expensive white button down shirt. He adjusted his cuff links. He checked his suit coat pocket to ensure he still had the cryptic invitation. Finding the invite, he pulled it out as the driver made his way the back door, opening it for him. <br/><br/>Stepping from the limousine, Michael straightened his jacket before patting the driver on the shoulder as he took in the impressiveness of the mansion, lit with strategically placed flood lights, and the elaborate front staircase that led to an open front door.<strong>"Curious,"</strong> he said before casually patting his driver on the shoulder. <strong>"Thank you Carl. I don't know how long I'll be. May just be in and out, may be here a while. Why don't you give me half an hour and if I haven't returned by then, go and get some dinner"</strong> He slipped the man a $100 dollar bill before giving the man another pat on his arm. <br/><br/>Making his way up the front steps, Michael passed through the front door and paused, looking around. He was met by a rather regal looking butler who asked for his invitation. One the invitation was produced, the butler took his coat and ushered him inside. An impish grin curved his lips when he heard the unmistakable moans and grunts that accompanied the heavy breathing, gasping and pleasant sounds of skin slapping against skin, all speaking to the orgy that was taking place just down the hall. Making his way down the hall, he paused in the entrance to the large room, a lecherous grin creeping over his face as he took in the eye candy and debauchery taking place before him. <strong>"Now this is my kind of party."</strong> He began to scan the room with those smoldering, dark chocolate eyes, searching for his first plaything. Maybe he'd fuck that one. She was gorgeous.... hmm.. but she was a little busy at the moment. He shoved his hands into the front pockets of his dress slacks and watched for a moment, accounting himself with the room and it's occupants.</td></tr></tbody></table>