Note- I have never been to the Playboy Mansion, so if pleas allow for any discrepancies. Nor have I ever met Jennifer Walcott in person, this is a fictional tale only inspired by the same.
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For men, the Playboy Mansion in Los Angeles sounded like a paradise on Earth, a house of hedonism, set in glamorous grounds and filled with dozens of the most beautiful models in the world. Legendary stories abounded of the wild parties, wilder girls, and the wildest of celebrity guests. Sex and drugs and rock and roll were the perfect combination for a good time.
The theme for this days lavish party was fancy dress and the playmates and guests were in the best costumes money could buy. As the party gathered pace in the outside grounds, gorgeous women strutted around. One tall blonde had a short mini dress in black and white horizontal stripes like a convict. Complete with a coordinating hat and handcuffs, she was together with another leggy blonde in a short blue dress. A black police hat with a silver badge was plonked on her head. Her long legs seemed to never want to quit in her fishnet stockings and six inch black heels. Others wore sexy nurse outfits, nuns habits, pirate costumes and skimpy school uniforms.
The guests and models mingled with peacocks that roamed around the front lawn freely. Servers made sure everybody had a drink as they carried silver trays of charged glasses.
An exotic model with shoulder length brown hair walked over to a fair haired man who stood gawping at the scantily dressed girls. She had a Wonder Woman costume on, with the form fitting red satin bustier and gold eagle emblem. The man took a big gulp of champagne and ogled her marvellous enhanced C cup tits that thrust up in the tight corset. She had an inviting hourglass figure, flawless curves and a butt to die for in the blue satin shorts. Cut high up on the hipbone, her toned bare legs appeared even longer, and the knee high red boots helped finish off the look.
When she stood close, he noticed the gold tiara in her mane of wavy hair. She smiled and showed pearly white teeth behind her pouty lips that were simply made for kissing.
"So, if this is a fancy dress party, what did you come as?" The babe sipped her wine.
"I'm a roadie for Def Leppard."
"And what do you do for a living?"
"I'm a roadie for Def Leppard."
"So you came in your every day clothes."
"Yeah, guess so."
The six footer towered over the shorter girl, who didn't break her heart breaking smile. He had turned up in jeans and a white tee shirt with the legend, 'Def Leppard USA tour 2002.' She particularly noted his developed biceps. He removed his sunglasses, revealing baby blue eyes and sandy lashes, and blinked in the hot sunshine.
"And you're Wonder Woman."
She did a twirl like Linda Carter in the seventies tv show.
"So, you're English, huh?"
"From Sheffield, as are the guys in the band, except Campbell, he's Irish."
"Boy, I could listen to you all day, I just love an English accent."
"Yeah, you all do. I'm Sam."
"Jennifer Walcott. Say, are the band here now?"
"Right over there surrounded by about twenty of your girlfriends. We're on our 2002 US tour promoting their tenth album 'X.'"
"I LOVE Def Leppard. Wanna get rocked? Pour some sugar on me. Hah! Hey, did you say you were from Sheffield? So is Luci Victoria, she's over there with Hef. She's new, should be a playmate this year the way she sucks Hefner's cock every fucking day. He loves stacked blonde bimbo's. And over there is Tina Jordan, she screws him every night too."
Sam spied a tall blonde with massive DD tits on the arm of Hefner in a cheerleader outfit. Hefner was in his usual attire of silk pyjama's, pipe in mouth. Nice costume thought Sam, still it was his party.
Sam gazed into Jennifer's alluring dark eyes as she brushed a loose strand of her lustrous hair from her face.
"Say can't." She said. Standing with her left leg bent seductively at the knee.
"Cahhn't." He answered with the accent on a long A as in Wrath of KHAN.
Jennifer giggled like a girl.
"Now say bollocks."
"Bollocks!" He announced, an infectious grin on his face.
"That's so cool! What does that word even MEAN?"
They both laughed as a couple brushed by them arm in arm, and obviously in a hurry. Jennifer closed the gap between them and Sam prayed she did not notice his stiffening cock in his blue jeans.
"They're probably going to the grotto, it starts to get crazy around about now."
The young Englishman closed his eyes and attempted to slow his beating heart at the thought of an all out orgy. The stunning beauty in front of him traced out a curve with her index finger from his throat down to the neck of his tee. He stood frozen as she touched his lips with the same finger, then replaced it with her open mouth. Sam leaned forward and took her in his arms and gave her a long, deep kiss.
"You want to go to the grotto with me?" She whispered softly.
"I leave that sort of thing to the band. I'm more of a one on one kind of guy."
"Say, I know, we can go across the street to the new Bunny House. It's more cosy over there."