<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b7/Alie_layus07.jpg)</div>Charlene looked at the invitation in her hand. She was unsure who had sent this provocative flyer to her or which one of her modeling friends had put her name on the guestlist. Maybe it was Jeri, she thought, who recommended going to an orgy just to release the stress. Charlene didn't really say to her friend that she would attend, but she openly considered that she would go only if the event wasn't publicized. She just wanted to blow off some steam after a day full of photo shoots all across the city. She was clearly stressed out from work that she only managed to clean herself up after her last shoot and put on some simple garments before going to the mansion this "orgy" party was being held.<br/><br/>Wearing a long, dress shirt, easily mistaken for something a man would wear, Charlene rolled up its sleeves which were clearly longer than her arm. Underneath that was a white bikini, the same one that was captured in the photo shoot. The matching bikini bottom was wore underneath her short denim shorts, but most of it would be covered by the bottom hem of her shirt.. She finished the outfit with knee-high, leather high-heeled boots, giving her four to five inches of added stature.<br/><br/>She would drive her import to the mansion, though after missing an exit or two, thanks to her outdated navigation system. "I gotta get me a new one, definitely," she muttered after driving onto the driveway. There were already cars littering the area, ranging from city cars to expensive sports cars, though fortunately, there weren't any that she had modeled with in a recent photo shoot. Finding a spot off to the side, she exited the vehicle, grabbing her bag filled with her cell phone, which was on vibrate, a bottle of water (just in case), and a few condoms. As she closed the door of her car and locked it via the remote, Charlene became nervous all of sudden. No one, not her agent nor her friends were here to either console her or mock her. Everyone here would be complete strangers. At least, that was her number one reason. Charlene hoped that she would blow off her steam right away.<br/><br/>She walked over to the door, her heels clicking on the cobblestone driveway and marble steps. Her finger pushed the doorbell, and she waited. Charlene could barely hear much from outside. What she could hear was any music that had been playing inside or random chatter. No screams were ever heard, or so she thought. Maybe I came at the right time and the party has yet to start, she wondered.<br/><br/>After five minutes of waiting and pacing outside, she finally saw a printed sign that told her that the door was unlocked and that she could go in. I must be stupid, she thought. She turned the knob that rotated with no resistance, removing the latch from the door frame. The door swung in easily after that. Charlene could finally hear the noises of lust and ecstasy easily from the lobby. Her boots clicked on the flooring, but she doubted anyone was going to hear her come. She closed the door and slowly entered. This was so unfamiliar to her and she would clearly be surprised seeing a naked body prowl around with careless abandon.