EXTRACT FOR
Las Vegas Sex Party
(Nicola Diaz)

"I think we should introduce ourselves to them. Thank them," Cora said as she shoved out the chair.



"No! You can't. This is my party. I can't be meeting new guys the night before my wedding," Sasha said. Suddenly the lady became possessive of her party, not wanting her friends to meet the guys at the table.





"Relax Sasha. You're the one getting married. You don't have to meet anyone, but saying thank you won't hurt anything," Cora said. "In fact, I will do just that."



Cora planted a big smile on her face as she marched to the table of men, her hips swaying as she walked. "I must say, the pitcher of margaritas was a nice touch for our little bachelorette party. Thank you so much for the kind gesture," Cora said as she batted her eyes.



Of the half dozen men, three kept their eyes on Cora the most. She noticed the three and played up to their attention by pouring out the flirt. "I'm Cora and you are?" she asked the one closest to her.



The man's face stretched into a big smile. He was the tallest of the group with honey blonde hair and a clean shave. He stood and shook her hand. "Brandon," he said.



"I'm Ollie," Ollie said as his eyes gazed over her body appreciatively. Ollie was muscular, wearing a tank top, his biceps flexing when he moved. He had chocolate brown hair and a slight goatee. His brown eyes pierced through Cora's as she felt a flip-flop in her tummy just from his intense stare.



"I'm Red," the red-headed man said. Though he had a boyish face with a splattering of freckles, he had the body of a full-grown man, with muscles everywhere. Cora couldn't help but appreciate the man's sexy physique.