Joel was attending a charity event dinner with his parents tonight. He was miserable, thinking what a terrible way it is to spend his 21st birthday. At least he arrived earlier on his own. He buzzed the mansion doorbell and a chubby old lady quickly sprung outside to meet him.
"And you are...." She asked, breathing heavily, looking down her glasses at the guest list.
"Caplan, Joel Caplan."
Giving him a better look. "Ah yes......young Mr. Caplan. Huh, you look nothing like your father."
"I'll take that as a compliment." He replied with a smile.
"You may.......proceed inside." She was still catching her breath.
Entering the main event hall, servants were buzzing around with plates and silverware, some of them occasionally adding flowers onto banquet tables. Besides servants, there were no other guests. He was the first guest to arrive and no one seemed to care. Suddenly the sound of high heels clacking against the marble floor pierced throughout the room.
"Beth?!" Garcia yelled, while walking downstairs.
He looked up the descending staircase and couldn't believe his eyes. Gorgeous long legged brunette in elegant black dress was heading towards him.
"Oh! Hello there." She locked her eyes on a newcomer. "Early bird gets the worm right?"
"Unless the bird is also a worm." He was struggling, not even registering whatever nonsense came out of his own mouth.
Garcia giggled, noticing how her young guest is taking great effort not to stare at her or her legs and feet.
"You like them?" She asked, showing off and slightly twisting her black heels.
"W-what?" He asked looking down, while obviously flushed with embarrassment.
"My heels!?"
"Y-yeah, they look great! I mean you look great.." Through muttering he finally managed to establish an eye contact.
"Thank you, Mister...?" Raising her eyebrows and offering a handshake.
"Caplan." His hand was unusually warm, and he only realized that whilst handshaking.
"Garcia Perez. Oh, you are Greg's son, right? He said you would come earlier to offer help."
"Yeah with w-whatever you might need, Miss Perez." His muttering was still present as was redness in his face.
"Well why don't you go into the kitchen and grab a few bottles of Champaign. In the meantime I need to find Beth.. See you later at the dinner!"
They both went their separate ways.
Joel's mind was bursting. What the fuck was that, he thought to himself. Rich people he knew, were old and wrinkly like his parents, not this young and this hot. Instead of going to the kitchen, he decided to make a quick detour into one of the side rooms. Better to relax on the sofa for a bit, then to embarrass himself even more. In the reflection of a mirror, he noticed a bulge on his pants. Garcia probably saw it too... His small recess was interrupted by a passing servant.
"Who are you?" Said the blondie in uniform.
"A guest!" He replied somewhat calmly.
"This is not area for guests! Please go back to the main hall." She responded, obviously annoyed.
"I know that, Garcia sent me to the kitchen to get Champagne..." He replied quickly.
"So instead, you decided to lay down here like a slouch?"
"No... I am lost!" He replied, knowing it was a bad lie.
"And why should I believe you?"
"Are you Beth?"
Beth: "Yes. How did you know that?"
Joel: "Garcia was searching for you in the main hall."
"Gosh, well you better get going! Kitchen is at the end of the hallway!" Beth yelled while quickening her step.
The main event hall was already filled with guests, when young Joel finally managed to bring bottles of champagne. He waved his parents at one of the tables, signaling them he was busy. Showed the opportunity, he quickly snuck and sat down at the table far away from them. Older gentlemen at the table acknowledged him and continued their ongoing conversation.
Chattering calmed down when Garcia entered the room. Her presence grabbed everyone's attention. Jealousy mixed with lust spread throughout the room. Her v-cut tightly shaped dress accentuated her feminine attributes: gorgeous legs, narrow waist, big chest, long neck and a face of a goddess. After looking around the room she locked her eyes onto her prey and headed straight towards his table.
She grabbed a chair right next to Joel. "Evening gentlemen. You all look wonderful tonight."
The older lads at the table smirked and raised their glasses towards Garcia while one of them decided to speak up. It was Sir Loggings with his greasy moustaches.
"To Miss Perez, and her great and noble efforts."
"Cheers!" Garcia raised her glass obviously showing off cleavage to the old perv.
The rest of the evening went pretty dull. Joel couldn't believe how invested in talking to the old guys Garcia was. Ignored and frustrated, he decided to grab a glass of champagne. Not being used to alcohol, he suddenly felt a slight tickling on his left leg. That tickling sensation slowly went upwards. He lifted table-cloth just to make sure what was going on. A well manicured foot was nudging his crotch.
"Joel?" Said a voice sounding like his father from behind.
Pulling the cloth back, he slowly turned his head. "D-dad?"
"Mister Caplan how nice to see you." Garcia intervened.
"Miss Perez! I'm sorry, son why is your face so red? And why didn't you sit with us, your mom is worried."
"Oh he is making us great company. And I gave him some Champaign." Garcia took his defense, while continuing to nudge his crotch with her foot.
"Y-yeah dad don't worry." He was so horny and embarrassed at the same time it was making him dizzy.