Daisy Ridley had had an amazing year. She had promoted Murder on the Orient Express and the blockbuster movie Star Wars: Episode VII - The Last Jedi. Daisy was tired and in need of a vacation. She needed some alone time to sort out her thoughts. Or maybe not alone. She wanted to be with friends and maybe a boyfriend, but media would go wild. A fuck buddy would be nice.
Her phone rang, waking her up from her daydreaming. Samantha, a friend of Daisy's and a cute brunette who made Daisy feel hatred and love for at the same time, was calling. Daisy answered.
"Hello"
"Hello, stranger!" Samantha almost yelled. "You never call, you don't text. Are you getting laid?"
"No," Daisy said with a sigh. "I need to, though."
"We need to do something about that," Samantha declared. "You know that creepy, old, big, remote house in the middle of nowhere? Celebrities have parties there all the time!"
"Are you suggesting me as a host?" Daisy laughed.
"No, God no!" The girls laughed.
"Maybe just a small gathering of a trustworthy group of people?" Samantha asked.
"Maybe..."
A plan was set in motion.
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I was hanging out with my friends at a local pub. The music was playing loudly, and the place was so crowded, I could barely take notice of my friends chugging their beers, one after the other. I sat there in the gloom, staring at my drink, watching people pass me by. I had been through a rough break-up. My friends told me to get out of my apartment, because, according to them, I needed a drink. I didn't need a drink. I could drink at home. I needed love, or at least sex, to get over my ex. But instead I went home early, I was tired and needed sleep.
The next day, I was heading to the gym when I met two girls, Emily and Samantha, who I knew back in High School. They spotted me and waved. They were also headed to the gym. I had met them there before, since they lived in the city. We started talking and they mentioned a party they were attending tomorrow night. Apparently, there were going to be a special guest attending the party. This guest stood for the financing. Because of my curiosity and the awesome view of their sexy, fit bodies in their tight gym clothes, I accepted their invitation.
Talking to my friends (Brad and Eric), I found out they've been invited as well. We discussed the mysterious guest and the strange location of the party. It was located a few miles outside the city, in a mansion at the end of long and winding gravelled road. We arrived there at 10pm. It was raining cats and dogs, and the road was muddy. We ran from our car to the porch, watching the door open. One of the girls we knew, Emily, welcomed us and let us inside into a hallway with paintings on the walls wherever you looked.
"Weird, huh?" she said. "It's like they're watching you."
"Yeah..." I answered. "When is the party starting?"
"About that..." she said twisting her tight body, "We haven't exactly told you everything. The truth is you are the only people who are invited."
"What?"
