Prof Laufer was angry. And he had had too much to drink. The party with Mario clearly had not gone to plan.
Prof Laufer had had so many big plans for the party.
"Mario will be there," he told me. Mario, that was of course "the Mario." Mario, whose influence could make or break a show, whose money could finance a movie, whose advice could start a career.
And everyone who dealt with Mario knew he liked girls.
So when we arrived at the party I was not surprised to see that many men and even the few women attending had brought their "assistants:" leggy girls invariably in short skirts and tights, pottering around on high heels. "Assistants" whose main job it was to "delight" Mario. In exchange, Mario would grant sponsorship, endorse a product, provide favourable coverage in his magazines, or even finance a movie.
Of course, nothing was guaranteed, but without 'a good piece of ass' - as Prof Laufer told me - there would be nothing from Mario.
And for me? Well, there was the remote chance of an internship or maybe just a positive mention of me in one of his papers.
Did I want to be that 'good piece of ass' for Mario? Not really, but then I knew that everything had a price. And I had already paid a lot to get into Bondberg college, where Prof Laufer was my supervisor.
So, I did not object to Prof Laufer dressing me up like a kitten so that Mario would "find some interest in you," as he called it. High heels, black stockings, a short skirt and a revealing blouse. No bra, no panties. My nipples chafed against the thin silky material and stiffened.
Of course, Mario was late to the party. When he finally made his entrance well past 11 pm we all had been waiting for him for hours.
And Mario held court as everyone wanted to talk to him and introduce their little "assistants." There were many beautiful women, but it became immediately clear that tonight his favourite was Kitani, a lanky black girl with the pert tits of an 18-year-old. Through the material of her blouse everyone could see that her nipples were pierced.
I wondered, where else she was pierced. As Mario's gaze wandered over her body he seemed to wonder the same.
I had no way of finding out. But he had.
After chatting for a few minutes to Robert Roscher who had brought Kitani to the party, Mario whispered a few words into the ears of his assistant. His assistant made his way to Kitani, whispered something into her ears and ushered her away.
A short while later, Mario excused himself. He had chosen. And he had not chosen me even though I was wearing no bra and no panties. He had chosen Kitani, the girl with the pierced nipples.
Everyone else also knew that it was game over. Robert Roscher had brought the bait that Mario took. Sometimes, Mario would pick two or three girls at once, but this time he just picked Kitani.
