03-04-2019, 04:42 PM
As Day Follows Night Pt. 07
"And my balls are always bouncing,
and my ballroom always full.
And everybody comes and comes again.
If your name is on the guest list,
no one can take you higher.
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire."
-AC/DC, *"Big Balls"*
Helena reached the dance floor and looked toward the table where Troy, Julie, and Maria sat. Before she could walk over to them, she was surrounded by young men in expensive tuxedos, all wanting to share the first dance with La Contessa. Soon, Troy lost sight of her through the men descending upon her. A look over at the two ladies who sat with him revealed smaller predator packs who'd realized they had no shot at La Contessa flocking around his wife and La Contessa's maid, asking to have the first dance with them.
Maria enjoyed the attention and chose one of the boys to escort her to the dance floor. Julie stole her seat closer to Troy and replied with a complicated hand gesture that involved pointing to Troy, flashing her wedding ring, and then picking up her drink to show she already had one. The pack quickly moved on to try other prey.
The crowd of men around the landing parted and Helena appeared at their table, taking the seat Julie had just vacated.
"Hello, you two. Glad you could make it. Sorry about your entrance, figured you wouldn't want your pictures in every scandal rag in Europe."
Troy took a sip of his drink. "Helen, we got to enter a CASTLE through a SECRET PASSAGE! You have nothing to apologize about."
Helen smiled; a real one. It got bigger as she turned to Julie. "Love this ensemble, Julie."
Julie smiled back, sensing the sincerity. "Thanks. Yours is amazing too. I expected no less, Helena."
"Well, on the subject of things you expected, I gave the..." She jerked her thumb toward the men that were dispersing from where she'd been, turning it into a wanking gesture at the end. "Billionaire Boys' Club over there the brushoff in order to exercise my privilege as hostess and Contessa to choose my partner for the first dance." Julie gave a nod, Helen turned back to Troy as she stood. "Been keeping up on your waltz, Mr. Equals?"
"No," Troy said, standing. "But give me a minuet and I'm sure it'll all come Bach to me."
"Feel free to keep him after that one," Julie said, taking a drink.
"Careful, hon, you know I just might. Oh, your gift bags each have an extra iPad for your two friends and there's another bag for you to take back to your friend from the party who didn't come along. Tell those girls if we ever meet again, I expect them to be EARNED," and with a wink, Helena led Troy to the dance floor.
Once they were gone, another well-dressed man approached Julie. She smiled, gulped down the last of her drink, said "Fuck it, yeah," and took his hand.
* * *
"And my balls are always bouncing,
and my ballroom always full.
And everybody comes and comes again.
If your name is on the guest list,
no one can take you higher.
Everybody says I've got great balls of fire."
-AC/DC, *"Big Balls"*
Helena reached the dance floor and looked toward the table where Troy, Julie, and Maria sat. Before she could walk over to them, she was surrounded by young men in expensive tuxedos, all wanting to share the first dance with La Contessa. Soon, Troy lost sight of her through the men descending upon her. A look over at the two ladies who sat with him revealed smaller predator packs who'd realized they had no shot at La Contessa flocking around his wife and La Contessa's maid, asking to have the first dance with them.
Maria enjoyed the attention and chose one of the boys to escort her to the dance floor. Julie stole her seat closer to Troy and replied with a complicated hand gesture that involved pointing to Troy, flashing her wedding ring, and then picking up her drink to show she already had one. The pack quickly moved on to try other prey.
The crowd of men around the landing parted and Helena appeared at their table, taking the seat Julie had just vacated.
"Hello, you two. Glad you could make it. Sorry about your entrance, figured you wouldn't want your pictures in every scandal rag in Europe."
Troy took a sip of his drink. "Helen, we got to enter a CASTLE through a SECRET PASSAGE! You have nothing to apologize about."
Helen smiled; a real one. It got bigger as she turned to Julie. "Love this ensemble, Julie."
Julie smiled back, sensing the sincerity. "Thanks. Yours is amazing too. I expected no less, Helena."
"Well, on the subject of things you expected, I gave the..." She jerked her thumb toward the men that were dispersing from where she'd been, turning it into a wanking gesture at the end. "Billionaire Boys' Club over there the brushoff in order to exercise my privilege as hostess and Contessa to choose my partner for the first dance." Julie gave a nod, Helen turned back to Troy as she stood. "Been keeping up on your waltz, Mr. Equals?"
"No," Troy said, standing. "But give me a minuet and I'm sure it'll all come Bach to me."
"Feel free to keep him after that one," Julie said, taking a drink.
"Careful, hon, you know I just might. Oh, your gift bags each have an extra iPad for your two friends and there's another bag for you to take back to your friend from the party who didn't come along. Tell those girls if we ever meet again, I expect them to be EARNED," and with a wink, Helena led Troy to the dance floor.
Once they were gone, another well-dressed man approached Julie. She smiled, gulped down the last of her drink, said "Fuck it, yeah," and took his hand.
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