Tori was nervous as she got out of the limo. It had been great to ride in such luxury on her way to the meeting. She had been sent a letter inviting her to participate in a "life changing financial opportunity". She hoped it wasn't a get rich quick type of thing, or an Amway meeting. When she called she wasn't told very much, just to wear formal evening wear and to look her best.

 

The limo had picked her up at her dorm at the appointed time and drove her somewhere deep into the countryside of western New York. After a few failed attempts at small talk with the driver, she had given up and helped herself to the Dom Perignon and relaxed.

 

When she got out of the limo she saw a beautiful 3 story mansion. It looked like a castle really. There were many windows and stone gargoyles hanging off the roof. The mansion was huge and looked ancient and expensive.

 

A butler opened the front door for her. He said "Good evening Ms. Powers we have been expecting you. Please join the others inside."

 

How did he already know my name? She brushed it off as she took in the room. There was club music playing softly in the background. There were many men and women mingling on the various couches around the room. This room was huge, big enough to throw an amazing party.

 

I thought this was supposed to be a meeting, not a party. Hm, may as well stay and find out what its all about.

 

As a server swooped by and offered her some champagne, she took a glass and downed it quickly. Looking around she noticed everyone was dressed in tuxedos and formal evening gowns, just as she was.

 

There were probably 50 women and 20 or so men that she could see and everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves. The mansion was richly decorated. The chandeliers were encrusted with jewels and the furniture was centuries old. Beautiful Persian carpets covered the mahogany floors and exotic animal heads adorned the walls. It looked like a cliche out of an old movie.

 

She paused at a mirror and took a moment to look herself over. She was a hot piece of ass (if she did say so herself). She was 5 foot 3, 100 pounds, with curves in all the right places. Nothing was fake about her. Her tits and ass were just the right size that people often accused her of having work done. Her long black hair and dark eyes gave away her Puerto Rican heritage. She laughed when people told her she had lips like Angelina Jolie.

 

After a few minutes of indulging in the caviar and champagne, a young gentleman tapped on her shoulder and said "Ms. Powers, we are ready for your meeting now. Please come with me."

 

She followed after him, barely able to keep up with him in her 4 inch heels as he briskly stride down the hall and up a huge spiraling staircase. He led he down a catwalk where she could view the entire great room downstairs where the party was, and opened a door. He motioned her inside. She went in and heard him shut the door behind her.