Last time, we saw Patrick and Neve having fun in a parking lot. They got back to the club and Patrick found his friend Sam. Patrick introduced Sam to Neve and they were both introduced to Lacey Chabert and Jennifer Love Hewitt, under aliases. Shortly after introductions Neve left and Lacey decided to take them all to her place.
Lacey pealed out of the parking lot in her white Cadillac Escalade and sped through town. She pulled the vehicle into the driveway for her house in no time. She parked and ran into the house. Jennifer, in the passenger seat, ran into the house too, actually she made it to the door before Lacey. The guys, who were in the back seat, looked at each other questioningly, shrugged, and then got out, and, about a minute after the ladies, walked in the house. The ladies already had drinks and the music playing as they walked in.
"Welcome to my home," cried Lacey, handing Sam a drink and pulling him into the room to the left of the foyer. Jennifer came up to Patrick with a coy smile and a drink for him. They followed Lacey and Sam into the living room to find Lacey trying to teach Sam a dance. Sam was inebriated and didn't mind making a fool of himself. Besides he got to touch one of the hottest young actresses in Hollywood. He was grinning like a fool.
Patrick was looking around to get a feel of who Lacey really was. He figured the house had to be at least five thousand square feet on the first floor; the second floor was the same. The living room was very spacious and all the furniture in it was white. The couch and recliners that created the talking circle at the far end of the room were upholstered in white leather. The tables at the ends of the couch and under the wall mounted 60 inch plasma flat screen TV were topped with a white stone, possibly marble. Half the floor-space in the room was open and that was where Lacey and Sam were. Patrick smiled goofily and followed Jennifer, who had a hold of his hand, to the seating area.
When he got there he just had to look at the two pieces of art hanging on the wall over the couch. Both were of a young lady in the nude. Both had her facing away from the viewer, displaying her firm rear end and well toned back. One was close to a three-quarters view showing the swell of the left breast of the model, plus the model was using her left arm to pull her shoulder length brown hair to the left away from her neck. At the base of her neck was a small tattoo, too small to tell. The other had her arms up, pulling her short brown hair up revealing the same tattoo on the nape of her neck. The models were not the same woman and the mark was not the artist's mark. He found that at the bottom right corner of both paintings.
Strategically placed all over the room, and probably the entire house mused Patrick, were speakers pounding the music at them. Jennifer pulled him down onto the couch. They sat close to each other, drank and watched Sam make a fool of himself for a while. They even got up and danced for one song then sat and watched. He really liked women who didn't feel that they needed to fill a silence with stupid talking. Once Lacey and Sam decided to sit, the music was turned down. They started to converse as a group.
Sam took the recliner on Jennifer's side of the couch and Lacey took the one opposite. "This is a great place," Sam said after catching his breath. "Thank you for the dance."
"Thank you twice. I like the way this house feels. It just flows so well. Don't ya think so, Love?" said Lacey with a grin.
"I just love the way your house flows, Lace. The energy in the air is just what I needed after the long day I had on that damned set. I wish Neve could have come over, but you know how it is working up there," said Jennifer. Everyone knew she was referring to the area around Lancaster, California. "So, Patrick, I think we all would love to here how you and Neve came to know each other," she said turning to him. "It's not like her to just pick up some nobody. No offense."
"None taken. In some ways this whole wild night seems like a dream. I'll give you an overview of the evening so far, but only after I get my drink refilled," responded Patrick, raising his glass. He moved to get up to go to the kitchen. Jennifer stopped him with a hand on a leg and Lacey took the glass. That touch caused a slight stirring in his pants; something he thought he wouldn't feel again for a week, the way Neve worked him.
"I could use a refill, too," Sam piped up as Lacey passed him, she took his glass too and disappeared through the doorway to the foyer. "Pat, buddy, I hope you don't become a pussy in telling this story. You seem to like playing the gentleman, when you know that everyone wants to hear everything," he said and moved his elbow like he was ribbing Patrick. Jennifer smiled and shifted next to Patrick.
Lacey came back and saw Patrick blushing. She handed the drinks back and sat down, pulling her legs up under her. Patrick took a rather long pull on his drink then launched into his story. He told the tale as has been stated in the Wild Night story line. As he told the story of the night's earlier events Lacey moved to sit on Sam's lap. Sam just sat back and smiled, even when she squirmed during some of the more sexually intense points of the story. Jennifer was laid back on the couch rubbing her right hand up and down Patrick's back, who was leaning forward very engaged in his story. He was also trying to hide the erection that he had given himself. His telling took close to half an hour. When he was finished they gave him a round of applause.
Jennifer stood up and stretched, placing her ass almost in Patrick's face, since he had not yet sat back. She bent over at the waist and said, with a smile through her legs, "You sound like you had a great time. I now understand that look she gave you as she left the club."
"Yeah, the car part was the best," chimed in Lacey. "So you still have no underwear on?"
"You bastard, you fucked Neve Campbell," exclaimed Sam with a wide grin and raised his almost full glass in salute. Then he brought the glass to his lips and downed the whole highball glass of whiskey sour. "Wait 'til the guys hear about this."
"Sam, you can't tell anyone. I made that promise to Neve. That was one of the concessions I had to make on the way back to the club. The other big one was that I needed to make sure I knew what to call her and her friends while in public, like when I introduced you to her, she was Sydney and these two lovelies were Amanda and Gretchen. Ryan and Rayne might hear that I went to the spa from Cindy but that's all.
"Yes, Lacey, Neve put me into the predicament of going commando. It is a little weird, but my friend Ryan has been doing it for years. I think since he met Rayne," said Patrick with a smirk.
"Are you talking about Rayne Crowe? Or is Grant now?" asked Lacey sitting forward on Sam's lap. Her pants were pulling away from her back giving Sam a great view of her black thong. Patrick noticed that sometime since they arrived at her house she had unbuttoned one of the buttons on her top and saw a black lace bra and some nice cleavage. Also during that time the ladies had lost their foot wear, probably right after they entered, he wasn't paying much attention to that.
"Yeah, I know Ryan and Rayne Grant. I've known Ryan for fourteen years. We met when his dad was stationed at Edwards Air Force Base during our seventh grade year," answered Patrick, sitting back to allow a frisky Jennifer to sit in his lap.
